Amy smiled at the new name that Ryan dubbed upon the stranger. At least it's more original than Bob, she though silently as Ryan performed his little trick once more for their new acquaintance. Though she had seen this trick once before, it entranced her as much as it had the first time- as did Shifty's display. Both of them, so amazing, so talented... and in control.

When Ryan finished his display, Amy looked to Shifty. "You've probably seen what I can do- that's what made you follow us, wasn't it?" She paused, then looked out the window, from which rays of sunlight warmed her face. "Sometimes I feel... like the entire sun is in my body, burning me from the inside out, leaving nothing but pain, and fear." She blinked, then smiled sadly. "My dad used to say I should move to Alaska, under the clouds, to get as far away from the sun as I can. So I can't recharge, and explode." It seems like he was right.

"Listen, Shifty. If you came to us for help... I'm really not sure I can help you. But I think we all might know of someone who can."

She looked to the television, which was still quietly talking away. It showed the two destroyed buildings, the blasted bin, and finally, Supergirl.

"You're probably right..." said Ryan thoughtfully. Until his recent discovery of his own powers, he had been extremely skeptical of the so called 'Supergirl', what with her comic-book costume and all. Now, though, he could see her being for real. The costume is still pretty cheesy though.

"How are we gonna find her though? She has one of those 'secret identity' deals going on, so the only way i can think of would be to cause a public disturbance, or be around when one happens." He looked back and forth between the two of them, hoping for some more ideas. He was pretty sure Amy was on the same boat as him as far as this issue went, but Shifty might know more. He was a pretty mysterious guy, after all.

"So we just sitting about here while the world saunters by?" Chris asks leaning against the door frame, "or we going to do something?"

"i figure im going to chill hear until something happens" Ray said while finishing off the vodka bottle

"What are we supposed to do exactly? None of us has done anything that can be traced back to us. So we have nothing to worry about."

Blair took another sip of water.

I think.

"actually, i do have something that can be traced back to me...."

"Apparently we do," Chris says bluntly raising his eyebrows, "what exactly is it ?"

Blair sighed heavily.

"What did you do?"

"well none of you seem like the typical junkie type, so i doubt you'll be too upset." Ray begins to speak "you know that drug lab downtown?, well lets just say i blew it off the map" Ray chuckles "that and beat up some asshole outside of a hardware store"

James looked at Ray.

"The drug lab I don't have a problem with, but beating some guy to a pulp?"

He snorted derisively.

"Nice. Did you use your powers at all?"

"yep, used the power's frequently" Ray explains "why? is that a big deal?"

"Theres nothing wrong with beating up a drug dealer. Just as long as people didn't see you doing it. Nobody saw you doing it, right?"

Hearing about May's problem with her power struck a cord in shifty, his power was his life but hers was just a nuisance that made life difficult, he would do anything and everything he could untill she could control her power. "Do you mind just trying something? When I work my powers I get an image of the object in my mind and then project it onto my skin, which changes into the image. If you get the image of a sort of shield that stops your power from coming out-and burning everything-in your mind and then make a hole in it could you not then aim your power?" Shifty suggested.

All in all meeting these people was not to bad, he now had a name, he had some alies and mabye even some friends, he had never had any friends.

ThreeWords:

Sorry guys

"well it wasn't actually a drug dealer, it was some asshole in a business suit and about 15 people saw me knock him out....." Ray smiles "and about 50 civilians, 2 officer's, a few fire fighters and a new's crew saw me blow up the drug lab which had about 30 or so thugs inside which were all killed inside by the explosion, roasted alive by the fire or ripped apart by my minion's upon escaping"

ThreeWords:

Sorry guys

Amy froze, her mouth open slightly. An answer... Finally? Could he really help me?

Once she realized that she had stopped breathing, she drew a long, slow breath, and nodded. "So... What do I need to do? Just imagine it?" She looked down at one hand, which tickled warmly. Her strength was returning- and it made her frightened. Not only was she beginning to regain that terrible power, but this was faster than it had ever regenerated before, as it usually took a day or so. Was her ability growing, evolving? She clenched her fist gently.

Her psychiatrist when she was younger had suggested forgetting the ability completely, pretending it wasn't there to suppress it. But Shifty knew more about these powers than that bland doctor ever would- maybe he was on to something? Still watching her hand, Amy could almost visualize the glowing light in liquid form. It drained from her body, rising from her feet and trickling down from her head, all of it pouring into her right hand. She lifted it off her lap, watching as the skin from the wrist and upwards began to glow faintly, weakly- but nothing else.

She beamed, clenching her fist and allowing the light to spread back into the rest of her body, lessening the concentration and hiding it from view completely. She looked to Shifty, her face filled to the brim with excitement and appreciation.

"I... Thank you, so much!" She reached up with that same hand to wipe dry the spot beneath her eyes. "If I had known so long ago... Thank you, Shifty."

Ryan watched in silent admiration as Amy, even if only to a small degree, began to master her power. Her joy was overwhelmingly evident, and although he had only known her for a small time, he couldn't help but share her feel of accomplishment and satisfaction. This was a major stepping stone for her.

It also began to quell his suspicions about their new acquaintance. Although it was hard to determine his emotions, it appeared that Shifty genuinely wanted to help her, and the fact that he had succeeded in doing so, with such remarkable, and helpful, results began to cast him in a different light for Ryan. He could almost trust him now. Almost. He wanted to, but there was still that lingering uneasiness, that he knew would only be cured with time.

"I... Thank you, so much!" Amy said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "If I had known so long ago... Thank you, Shifty."

Ryan smiled, then stood and offered a hand to Shifty, not knowing whether or not the shapeshifter would recognize the gesture, but going with it anyway. "Thanks man. And... sorry about earlier. Looks like your not that bad after all.

Blair rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"How could let so many people see you? This better not cause me any trouble."

Lupo suddenly awoke, he stretched for a few seconds and rose to his feet. The moon had risen, he could tell from 10 feet below street level that it was high in the sky, a full moon would be coming soon, very soon.

"I must find this woman!" he dropped to four legs and sprinted toward the basement entrance to the apartment, a few moments later he was slinking up the stairs to the lobby. He peeked the door open and could only smell two people, one of them behind a large piece of wood and the other one standing near the outside.

I must sneak past these people, but how?

James pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and glanced at Blair.

"You're telling me. The last thing we need is the authorities cracking down on people like us. I'm surprised that it hasn't happened today already to be honest."

"Hey I didn't attack anyone," Chris reacts shocked.

"If they crack on us we'll just need to go deeper hidden," he sighs biting his lip as he thinks about what to do.

James nodded.

"Sorry, I wasn't getting at you personally. It's just this whole situation in general is getting to me."

"I think it'll get to all of us eventually," grumbles Chris looking over the city, "_{we're different so we get persecuted when anything happens that looks like we did it,}" he mumbles to himself.

"I wish this city would burn to the damned ground with the hatred," he spits at the window, "that way everyone that survives can better themselves," he thinks out loud growling at the skyline.

"Relax none of you are at risk, me and super girl are the only super's who have exposed ourselves" Ray say's in a relaxed voice "besides, i doubt the authorities would bother waging a war on us when one super actually work's in the name of law"

The robot shrugged, a rare sight. "If you want, then do it. I still have the file, and if you have a disc or memory stick I can transfer it for you. However, it may not do much good. From what I have seen, the manifestation of powers shows signs of being far greater than last time. I predict that soon, there will be a massive rise in the number of manifestation, and any attempts to order will soon be insignificant Do you still want to try?"

Shifty shook Ryans, who seemed to no think he would not know what to do, hand awkwardly and said in a stiff joking way "Looks can be deceiving." he then changed his face several times to get the joke across "I do belive that was a joke!" he said. "So who is this 'Supergirl' who can help us?"

"She's a person with superpowers that made it public a while ago." said Ryan, sitting back down on the couch. "She flies around helping people and doing good deeds, while dressed up in kinda cheesy superhero costume. Not sure why she does that part. Anyway, I used to think she was a fraud, but recently, what with discovering i had powers, and then discovering that another person had powers as well..." he glanced at Amy, "...I guess she might be real."

"The problem is how to get in contact with her." He looked around again, hoping one of them would have an idea better than his.

"Yeah but people turn on the ones protecting them, when something similar threatens them," replies Chris coldly, "happens whenever something changes."

"Now shouldn't be any different," he turns to face the others, hatred etched over his face, "I just wish we could make them see we're not freaks...just different ya know?"

"Of course I do. If this city goes to shit I want as many people on my side as possible. And if we don't show it to them now, we'll have lost the opportunity." Catherine turned to a desk in the corner. She grabbed the laptop from it's surface and pulled a variety of stationery from the drawers before producing a memory stick. "Perfect."

Threewords understood her motive, removing the backplate of his head and kneeling down to allow her to reach easily. When Catherine looked about inside the robot's head she felt a certain amount of nostalgia. The soft blue glow, the maze of wires and computer chips and the port that was so helpfully positioned in the centre all took her back to that first day.

She inserted the memory stick. "Don't mess up anything in there. I need that stuff."

The robot's eyes flickered as he finished the task and stood back up, retrieving the stick from the back of his head and replacing the plate. "So what now?"

"We need to find where these supers will be now. I'm sure some people would be willing to give Supergirl a bit of help finding them." She smiled.

ThreeWords nodded, "Let's go ask Joe Public what he knows"

However, after half an hour of questioning, it seemed that no one knew where the supers were. Admittedly, some kind of villain had beaten up a man, but he had flown off, and it was too late to track.

"I wonder," mused the robot, "If there is a way to make them come to us." After a moment of thought, he concluded, "Yes, I think that most superhumans will, at the moment, be very sure of themselves. Thus, if we cause some kind of bizarre event, they will be drawn to it while the public will be repelled. The most easy, of course, would just be to play some music on the roof. Sound good?"

How the hell does a limo of people pass through a city completely unnoticed?

"Very well Threewords. It's better than nothing."

Upon the roof, the robot and the heroine stood side by side. Calling on his secondary powers, ThreeWords held out his hands, and imagined a guitar lay in his palms. His fingers moved, as if it really existed...

Perception is belief, and belief is reality.

Logically, the reality you desire is real

You need only reach out and take it

As his fingers strummed the imaginary strings, music lilted out, sourcing from an instrument that existed only in an artificial mind. As the tune grew stronger, it took on a new shape, and with it's new, aggressive sound came jagged bolts of lightning arcing both down from the sky and out from the guitar.

To most people, a reverse thunderstorm in the middle of the city is a terrifying thing. Hopefully, it would prove interesting to someone...