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characters are the property of DC Comics. The story contents are the creation
and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2005 by Djinn. This story is Rated
PG-13.
The Death of Old Worlds
by Djinn
The island was silent. Eerily, horribly quiet as Diana touched down
on the sand. No one had been here since
the terrible fight with the OMACs. Blood
had dried on the sand, on the marble of her gods' temples, on the buildings
she'd known as home or school or refuge.
But there were no bodies anywhere.
The Amazons who had survived the first wave of the attack--as well as
those who had already fallen--had perished in the effects of Io's horrible
weapon. Diana had been just out of range
when it went off, but she'd felt the ripple effect of it as it had taken out
all of the attacking OMACs--and all the Amazons fighting them.
She could close her eyes and
still hear the strange sound--almost a non-sound--as two armies disappeared
into dust.
"Did you mean for this
to happen, sister?" Diana walked
into the temple of Artemis and knelt down, sifting her hand through the pile of
dust that lay in a corner, out of the way of the wind. This could be one of her sisters. One of her friends. But not Io.
She'd seen Io die outside.
"Go to the ships,"
Io had told her, tears in her eyes.
"Explain to the Americans.
Only you can make them listen."
"They won't listen to
me. Not anymore." Diana had laughed--her new, bitter laugh. Since the world had seen her kill, she'd lost
all credibility. Her time of being the
one to make the Americans--or anyone else--see reason was over.
"Diana. For me.
Please try." Io pointed to
the farthest ship. "Please, that one. Go that far.
To be safe."
"What are you going to
do?"
"Only what they've asked
me to." Io looked over at
Phillipus, then at Artemis where she was fighting off several OMACs. "Only what must be done. But you need to be somewhere else."
"I can't."
"You have to go on. It's the only reason I can do this..." Io grabbed her, pulling her close. "I love you, Diana." Her kiss was sweet. Sweet and heartbreaking. Then, she flung Diana into the sky, strength
honed at her forge allowing her to do what few others could as she bought time
while Diana fought to recover and fly back.
But then Diana saw the weapon
and heard Io say, "Please, go to your friend, Diana. On the ship, she's there."
And Diana heard Etta calling
to her. Chanting her name over and over
as if she was in shock. Turning, she saw more OMACs flying toward the
island. A new wave. Many new soldiers to continue the fight.
"Go," Io screamed
into the wind, as she lifted some kind of weapon to her shoulder. "Fly fast and far, my princess." She fired into the sky above her, the
blue-green fire cutting a swath through the battle raging above her.
And then the rumbling
started, as if the air itself was breaking.
"Flee," Io
screamed. Then the weapon exploded and
she went with it.
Diana didn't know what made
her turn toward the ships or why preserving her life suddenly seemed the right
thing to do. But she obeyed Io. She flew as fast as she could to the far battleship,
deflecting the bullets of startled marines as she landed.
She heard Etta calling for the
defenders to stand down but ignored her friend as she turned to face the
island. There was no one in the
air. No OMACs. No Amazons.
And no one on the beach, or in the city.
"Diana..." Etta ran to her. "My god.
What happened?"
"I don't know."
"The battle's over. That's for sure." It was one of the marines, his gun held
easily, not threatening Diana as he stared at the island, then over at her,
compassion in his eyes. "I'm sorry,
ma'am."
She stared at him, realizing
he wasn't looking at her as if he judged her.
Or as if he thought she was a monster.
"Didn't you see the tape?"
She could feel her eyes fill with tears and blinked them back.
Damn Lord. Damn him for driving them all to these
horrible, desperate decisions.
"I saw it, ma'am." The marine's expression didn't change. "Hard choices, I'd say."
"I told a friend once: sometimes you have to slay the
monsters."
He looked down. "The monsters get in your head,
though. They stay there. That's the cost." His look hardened, but not in a cold way, not
in a cruel way. "But it's a cost
you learn to live with it. If it
protects others you care about, it's worth it."
She closed her eyes. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. Just make the hard choices. It's all anyone can ask of us."
Her JLA intercom had beeped,
the sound loud in her ear even if the marine probably hadn't been able to hear
it. "Wonder Woman, we need
you."
She hadn't even been sure which
of the metas had been manning the comms that day. Still didn't know. So many dead who might have called her. So many dead in that final, terrible battle.
So many of her
friends...gone. Just like this
place. Her home. Now an empty island full of marble tombs.
"Who were
you?" She let her tears fall into
the pile of dust that had once been a sister.
Or was this an OMAC? Hurt and
dazed and shedding the tech Lord had cursed it with as it died on strange
soil.
Did it even matter who it
was? Did anything matter anymore?
She wandered back out to the
square, staring and listening as hard as she could. As if by such attention she could find just
one of her sisters to hold close. One of
her aunts to cry with. To remember what
was.
"Io, how could
you?"
Suddenly, she heard a
sound. A low rumble, then a different
sound. The chop-chop-chop sound of
helicopter rotors. The chopper came into
sight, landing away from her but whipping enough wind up to make the dust and
sand fly in all directions. Themysciran
earth mingling with what was left of those who had fought.
Soldiers jumped out of the
helicopter. Soldiers with guns and dark,
grim faces. "Wonder Woman, this
area is off limits," one of them said, holding up a loudspeaker.
"This area is my
home." She didn't need a
loudspeaker to be heard over the chopper wings winding down. She watched the men for a moment, then
turned, walking slowly toward the beach and the open fields where she'd learned
to run and fight and excel in sports.
She could hear the sounds of men preparing to fire, but none seemed
willing to shoot her in the back as she meandered away from them.
"You are ordered to
stand down."
"Make me," she
muttered as she sat down on a hillock that led to the sand. "Come and get me," she murmured,
almost hoping they would shoot her in the back.
Almost welcoming the idea of it.
What was there left to live
for? What was there left to fight for?
The rumbling grew, and she
could tell it was a tank approaching. So
this was how they thought to take her out?
With man's premier war toy? She
could overturn it with no effort at all.
But she didn't move, didn't flinch as it ground its way to her.
Then, suddenly, the sound of
the tank's advance changed. The tracks
still moved, but they moved over nothing.
She heard the sound of yelling, then shots being fired--but not at her.
Turning, she saw Kal holding
the tank, bullets flying off him the same way the OMAC's weapons had bounced
off him. She stood, watching him,
wondering why he'd chosen now of all times to show up.
"You and your men need
to leave, Major." Kal sounded different. Not angry so much as ready to get that
way. Restraint was missing, she
decided. He sounded as if he was capable
of anything.
The soldiers obviously
thought so, too. They started to back up
as Kal landed, setting the tank down much harder than he normally would.
"Get out of the tank now,"
he said to those inside.
Two soldiers, looking more
than a little shaken, crawled out of the hatch and stumbled back to the
helicopter as Kal picked up the tank and hefted it into the sea.
"Show off," she
murmured and saw his lips twitch. He
might be acting more like Etrigan than the Man of Steel, but he still had his
sense of humor.
He turned to the
soldiers. "I'm going to give you
ten minutes to get very far away."
They stared at him. For a second.
Then they broke ranks and ran for the chopper. They made very good time getting the
requisite far away.
She expected Kal to come over
to her, but he didn't. He turned and
walked to the square, head cocked as if he could hear some echo of what had happened. She followed him, stopping to sit on the
steps to Athena's temple as he moved around the battleground.
They had not talked
much. Not since the first horrible days
of the war and their more horrible conversations--she and Kal and Bruce had
inflicted damage on each other that the OMACs could never hope to equal.
"What happened
here?" He finally turned to look at
her, and she noticed that the front of his uniform was stained with something
that had dried a rusty brown.
"The war to end all
wars."
"No. More than just fighting. Some kind of weapon. I can smell it." He looked up at the sky, then over to the
spot where Io had stood, where the ground was still charred--sand turned to
glass where she and the weapon had been destroyed. "As if the fabric of the world was
destroyed."
"How can that be? The buildings still stand. The trees still grow. The birds still--"
There were no birds, she
suddenly realized. "The
birds..."
He turned to look at
her. "Nothing lives here,
Diana. Not anymore."
He finally walked toward her,
his step slow and measured. The look on
his face again a puzzling one. He seemed
older and harder and--she gasped, realizing she knew what he looked like. He looked like she did when she happened to
check her appearance in the mirror--war had a way of putting an end to vanity.
Standing in front of her, he took
a deep breath, and she reached up, touching the stains.
"Blood," she
whispered.
"Blood."
"Blood as in you hurt
someone?" She knew it wasn't. But she wanted to hear him say it.
"Blood as in I'm a
killer." He met her eyes, his own
hard and uncompromising. "I did it
to protect everyone I love. And you know
what? They rejected me for
it." He turned, his movement
graceless as he almost fell to the stairs beside her. "They turned their backs on me."
"Imagine that."
She expected him to do
anything but give the sharp bark of laughter that seemed to erupt out of
him. Turning, she saw that he was
staring at her with a hungry look.
"We don't have much time,"
he said, his voice ragged.
"We don't?"
"No."
"Why not? Are they coming back?" She gestured in the direction the soldiers
had flown off.
"No. I...made a deal with the devil." He smiled, his hand reaching out to touch
hers. "I made a deal with me."
She looked away. She'd met the other Kal. The one who stared at her with so much
judgment in his eyes. Condemnation was
all she'd read in his expression.
Disapproval. Disappointment.
Who the hell was he to judge her? Or any
of them?
"What did you do?"
"His Earth is coming to
the fore, and ours is dying."
She could feel anger erupting
and jerked away from him. But he caught
her hand, pulling her close, so she was up against his chest. Close enough to smell the blood on him. The same smell that had surrounded Barbara as
she'd lain defeated at Diana's feet--the Cheetah finally downed.
"Diana, I had no say in
that. I don't know how he's done
it. He's had help--maybe even
Donna. But it's happening, and I can't
stop it, and neither can you."
"Then what was your
bargain?"
"He sat out
oblivion. He and those he loved. It's how he came back."
She nodded. That sanctimonious version of her Kal had
explained it to her as if she was too dense to understand. His almost Heaven.
"We can go there,"
Kal said.
"We?"
He nodded. "You and I."
"There hasn't been a you
and I for some time."
"I know." He got up, staring out at the sea. "Let's fly. Together.
The way we used to."
"You said we didn't have
much time."
"Compared to eternity,
we don't. But we have hours not
seconds." He held his hand
out. "Hours to rediscover who we
are...or who we've become." He
started to lift off the ground.
"Diana, come with me. Be
with me."
She could feel something give
up then. Something that had kept her anger
fueled and ready to boil up at him whenever it needed to. The same thing that had kept her fighting the
OMACs, no matter how tired or hurt or disheartened she'd become. "I hate you."
"No, you don't. You just don't like me very much, right
now." And he gave her a smile she
was startled to see on his face. A smile
that looked more like Bruce's than Kal's.
It was a smile that spoke of despair and burdens taken on and a life
lived far outside of the one that had been dreamed of as a child.
"Who are you?" she
whispered.
"Come with me and find
out." He reached down, his fingers
twining with hers as he pulled her to him, wrapping his cape around them as he
kissed her.
She didn't stop him, let
herself give in to the feelings she'd kept at bay for so many years. Lust and love and anger at herself for having
let this man get away when she wanted him so.
She opened her mouth to his, meeting his passion with her own, the way she
should have done when she'd had the chance.
Before they'd become what that
other Kal had called something spoiled that had begun to rot. Before they'd become killers.
"I love you," he
whispered, as he let go of her hand.
"Fly now."
And they flew. Far and fast and wherever they wanted to
go. Until he caught her up to him again,
kissing her hungrily. "Is there any
place you've never been?"
"I don't know. Is there any place you've never been?"
He shrugged. Then he flew low over empty land. "Here?"
She shook her head. "The Kartel, remember?"
He laughed. "That time you and Bruce..." His face changed, his expression becoming
dangerous. "Do you want him now,
Diana?"
"Bruce made his
choices." Choices that had broken
her heart but that had not surprised her in the least.
"Bruce could have had
you. He was a fool."
"He made the only choice
he could make." She moved so she
was flying them, taking them away from the place of Bruce-memories and toward a
tropical paradise. "Here?"
"I brought Lois here
once. The falls under a full moon are
breathtaking." He navigated away
from his wife's place, his hands running over Diana, lingering over parts of
her body he'd never touched that way before.
"Here?"
They were over a mountain
range, the snow barely melted off the low hills. "That apocalypse gang holed up here,
remember?"
He nodded. They'd nearly lost J'onn on that
mission. Maybe it would have been kinder
if he had been lost on that one.
She let them hover, enjoying
the feel of him, too tired to be angry in the face of so much loss and so
little time. "I shouldn't forgive
you this easily."
Surprising her, he gently
pushed her face to his chest, so close to the stained fabric she could
practically taste the blood.
"There's nothing to forgive anymore. We're the same."
He was right. There was no point to forgiveness.
"I know where we can go." He flew south, deep into the desert, past the
places they'd fought to bring peace, past the places children had starved. To a high plain, near a dry river.
She walked, trying to dredge
up a memory of anything they might have done here. Any good--because those were in the days
before bad things had to be counted in their actions. "I don't remember this place."
"Neither do
I." And he sat, pulling her down
with him, his arm around her as he told her of everything that had happened
with Lois.
"You're still married to
her," Diana said quietly, watching as the sun disappeared from the sky.
"She doesn't want to
stay married. Soon it won't matter,
anyway. Soon, he'll be with his
Lois. Young again. And this Earth will be no more."
"Why did he get
old?" It had made her spitefully
happy to compare Kal's twin to the real thing and find him wanting.
"I don't know. I don't even know if I'll grow old that way." He turned to her, the moon lighting his hair,
silvering it as if he would grow old, had already grown old.
But then he pushed her to the
ground and took off their uniforms and proved that there was nothing old about
him. And that she'd been very far off in
her fantasies--loving him was more pleasurable than she'd ever imagined. She supposed she had his other women to thank
for that. Just as he had other men to
thank for her familiarity with this sensual sharing. It hadn't had to be that way--they could have
discovered with each other. Or she could
have with him, at least. He might have
started before Lois. With Lana or some
other amour that predated Diana's entry into his life.
She found it hard to remember
a time when he had not been part of her life.
"I love you," she whispered as she bent to kiss him.
A low rumble shook the Earth;
Kal shuddered underneath her.
"It begins," he
murmured. "We don't have to
go. We could stay here, always have just
this moment. Perfect. Never having to worry that the way we feel
will change or sour." He looked up
at her, his eyes studying hers carefully.
"We could." She stared back at him, dissecting each
blink, each swallow, each twitch of his lips, or of his body beneath her. "But we won't. It's not our way. We'll go to their place." She pulled him up, wondering if they should
go to the other place naked.
But he helped her put on her
uniform, then he pulled his pants on, tearing the cape off so he could leave
the bloodied shirt on the ground. He
rolled up the cape. "We'll need a
blanket."
The air began to thin, and
Diana realized she was having trouble getting enough air.
"We have to go. Now. Or it will be too late." His eyes told her he would stay if she
wanted. They could freeze time in this
perfect, loving moment.
"Let's go." She took his hand, leapt into the air with
him, felt him pull her close as he began to spin, faster and faster.
She thought she heard his
voice from far away--but not his voice.
The other Kal's voice. "Good
luck," it seemed to say.
"Go to hell," she
whispered.
Kal laughed, the sound hearty
and harsh, and Diana realized he sounded like Thor. "We went there, Diana--to Hell. And they will, too. It's called living."
"Yes. Let's see them do better than we did." She knew there would probably be a version of
her on this new Earth. Running around
dewy eyed and full of hope for the future.
And Donna would survive, she thought.
Some form of her would carry on.
Maybe even as the new hope of
the Amazons. Maybe even as Wonder
Woman. Her sweet sister was welcome to
the mantle. Diana was tired of the
weight.
Suddenly, light exploded
around them, and Kal laughed again, the sound full of triumph. "He wasn't sure we'd be able to get
here. He wasn't sure we had it in
us."
"He has no idea what
we're capable of." Taking his hand,
she let him lead her around their new world.
"And neither do we."
"But we'll find
out." He smiled at her. And, for one moment, he was the old Kal--or
Clark, really. The young, sweet man from
Smallville, not from Krypton and not from some bloody battlefield that had torn
his soul out along with his innocence.
She felt guilt wash over
her. Guilt and regret for what she had
done. "I started all of this."
"We all did, Diana. What happened, happened. What was, may be again. They think they can do better. But they're just like us, like we used to
be. It will be interesting to watch
them."
He pointed back, and she
turned, staring at the eerie sight of her world disappearing and a new Earth
appearing in its place. The loss of her
home hit her hard--harder even than seeing an empty Themyscira. Her people had gone down fighting. The Earth had gone down with barely a whimper
and no idea what was happening. All
those lives...
Would they live on in their
doppelgangers from this other Earth? Was
anything salvageable? Earth gleamed at
her, beautiful and utterly foreign.
"Shiny and bright,"
she whispered.
"For now." His hand found hers, tightening impossibly
hard and not hurting her. She realized
he was testing her, seeing what the limit was.
"I won't break."
"I know. It's wonderful." He smiled at her, and his eyes were no longer
innocent.
They were here. Together. After the bitterness between them, it should
have felt strange. But it didn't. It felt utterly, perfectly right.
He leaned in to kiss
her. "We can watch them later,
can't we?"
As she nodded, he settled the
cape down on the crystalline floor. The
red fabric of their new bed was the only spot of color in their world other
than their uniforms and the blue-green jewel that was someone else's Earth.
She turned away from the
sight of it, losing herself in him, and in the love she'd waited so long for
and now had an eternity to enjoy. "Yes,
Kal. We can watch them much later."
FIN