This links in with "World without Young Justice"

Prologue -

Once upon a time there was a team called "Young Justice", and one eventful day one of their member, Impulse, a young speedster from the 31st century was captured by their first nemesis...BEDLUM!!!!!!!!

Bedlum inacted a plan in which he beat scouts out of Impulse...cutting to the end of the adventure, Bart managed to defeat Bedlum and reclaim all his scouts...
...or so he thought...

Unbeknown to Impulse and the rest of Young Justice there was still a rogue scout on the loose, and for easy reading perposes he shall be known as "Scout #182"

Doing as Bedlum had instructed scout 182 jumped through time and during his travels he altered the course of history for political leader, world events and major superheroes alike...

...unfortunately he altered the history for 4 young girls as well...

Shinigami/Duo Merquise

Roughly 50 years ago a girl of 17 years of age was returning home late in the evening, unaware that a group of 6 young men lead by their saddistic leader were following her every move, with dark intentions in mind.

They attacked without warning, dragging her to the ground and under the orders of their leader began to beat her...her pleading fell on deaf ears, each member of the group too afraid for their own safety to defy their leader who's mind was bent on cataclismic destruction...she had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time...

Her true history was for her time to end there...but the apperance of a long haired, big-footed speedster altered that...he rushed to her aid, quickly defeating the group with ease...

He felt the pull that began to drag him to another point in history, but before he sped away she reached out for him weakly, grabbing a fistful of his costume...

The two rushed forward in time 40-50 years, but she was not protected from the effects of the speed-force and she began to decrease in age...

She woke up several days later in the local hospital with no memory of the events that had lead up to her being there, and no knowledge of her identity...all she knew was that the the area and attitudes of the people around her were foreign to her...

...she was adopted 3 months later and was re-named Harmony...

Greta Hayes.

Greta was affected by Scout 182 also. Originally The Hayes planned on adopting an 8 year old boy, but when they heard the plight of one particular girl they changed their minds, thinking that a sister closer to Gretas' age was a better idea.
This changed Gretas history dramatically, seeing as she continues to live as a normal untroubled girl.
At the age of six she was informed she was getting an elder sibbling.
She walked in the room and saw a girl slightly older than her, she was introduced to her as her sister, Harmony. Attempting the name it came out as "Harmy"
The brown haired girl shot her defences up and blanked the blonde.
In due time though 'Harmy' grew to like the name along with Greta, giving her her own nickname "Gretel Nettle" due to an unfortunate incident involving....well, I think you can guess.
Although they never acted as sisters through out their lives it was as if they had been friends for life.

At the age of 15 the family moved from Metropolis due to a job opportunity. This resulted in Greta being inroled at a private school as well as Harmony although she was going to be transfered late in the school year.

Cissie-King-Jones

A four-year old Cissie resided in her back garden, training once again in accordance with her mother's obbsession for her to become the next Arrowette.

She stood next to the target that her mother was firing at, watching her mother's stance and posture as she let loose a string of arrows, each hitting there mark with uncanny accuracy.

Cissie watched with keen interested, unsure as to why she was forced to practice everyday but not questioning it.

The sudden apperance of Scout 182 in the centre of their garden, standing directly infront of Cissie cause history to be altered once more.

Bonnie, acting on the pure instinct to protect her daughter from the stranger, re-directed her arrow and aimed at Scout 182 and fired...

...Scout 182 was not destined to stay in this time and felt the pull that dragged him once again into the speed-force...

...The arrow that had been aimed for him found a new target, embedding itself into the her 4-year-old daughter's right shoulder...

Cissie King-Jones was rushed into the emergency room suffering from her wound and almost dying from blood loss, her mother crying the entire way...that evening Bonnie King-Jones was arrested for the attempted murder of her daughter and now resides in a mental institute, her obsession for her daughter consuming her thoughts and was now her only comfort...

...Cissie King-Jones was taken into care by social services and was taken in by a foster family several months later, taking their surname as her own, she now attended Elias High as Cissie Wright...

Cassie Sandsmark.

A young Cassie was on the way to her mothers work, on the train.
Scout 182 appeared by the local electricity station, his apperance knocking out the power within the city center. This shut down all phone lines, electrical appliances and the transport system. A citywide shutdown was in effect for over 2 hours.
Her history was changed that night, Her mother closed the museum and left early, Picking her daughter up when her train finally came in, so Cassie did not trigger the statue which Wonder Woman fought, thus starting her carreer as Wonder Girl.
Due to some agrrement problems between her mother and her own paternity it was agreed bording school would aid her life and their relationship better.
Cassie is now at Elias high and met a good friend there, Cissie Wright.

Harmony was not happy...she was seated in the maths classroom attempting to ignore the hushed whispering that consumed the room, nattering girls asking their friend's about the new girl...her.

She sat with her hands balled into fists on her legs, her head bowed as so that no-one observed her furrowed brow.

She wriggeled slightly in her green uniform, hating the feel of the blazer and most of all the indignity of the pleated, green skirt.

<A SKIRT!!! Whose idea was that...my legs are visable for the entire world!!!>

Also the green colour didn't sit too well with her, she had complained almost constantly at being refused to wear her traditional black, her little sister, Greta, had ran off an entire list as to why she had to wear the damn thing!

"Useless uniform!" She cast her gaze over the others, all of whose outfits were in pristine condition and din't make them appear uncomfortable or "dorky".

The teacher stood at the front of the class and asked for silence which she recieved almost instantly.

"Now class, as you can probably see we have a new student starting today, Harmony Hayes." The teacher cast her gaze onto Harmony. "Would you please stand up and tell us a little about yourself Harmony..." she asked sweetly.

Harmony gritted her teeth in annoyance, but conformed, she stood sharply, her back straight, she cast her eyes about the room, quickly taking in those around her with her onyx, black eyes, she flicked her waist-length, chestnut braid over her shoulder with an air of annoyance.

"My name is Harmony hayes, but please if you are to call me anything, call me Harm." She stated flatly, directing that last piece at the teacher who gulped.

"I am here supposedly to learn, I am abrupt, blunt, tactless and rude and I like myself that way...I dislike most subjects and am not a people person!" She smirked evily at the intense looks of horror and distaste she was recieveing from her class mates. "Nice to meet you all!" She sat back down again, leaned back in her chair, a smile secure on her face.

The teacher...looking slightly confused and unsure of herself gave a nervous laugh. "Thank you Harmony...I mean Harm. Now class today we shall be starting trig..."

A few seats away a girl secretly moaned along with the rest of the class.
“Trig? That’s so unfair! We’re not supposed to start this till next quarter!” She whispered to her best friend and cohort. “And what’s up with the new girl, huh Cissie?”

Cassie swept her long blond hair from off her face.
It looked like this new girl could cause some trouble ‘Call me Harm’ what was up with that huh? Cass wasn’t the type of person to call herself popular but she did have a lot of friends, one being this girls younger sister it seemed.
Unlike herself Greta came from a happy home. As the class took out their textbooks her thoughts flipped back to the day she’d been dumped here.

It had been raining at the end off the summer break; the boredom of Cliff Richard had been playing as her mom drove her in the blue ford. As they sat in silence all Cassie could think about was the arguments of the previous week.
She’d said Cassie was starting to get in with a ‘bad crowd’, Kids she’d met on the day the train broke down. Some boys with skateboards and long hair, girls with short skirts and piercing’s. Not people she’d usually have talked with but after the first 40 minutes she’d started chatting with them and ending up giving her phone number out to four or five. Late nights and a change in personality were to blame for this course in action, ironically her grades going up went unnoticed.
It had been a Saturday, Gwen, Brodie and T.S had been to a late night party with her, the type of party that gets out of control and the police are called. After the cops left, (Not before reminding Helen Sandsmark that if her daughter was arrested again they would have to send her back to the Juvenile detention centre) her mom saw the piercing in her bellybutton. Already objecting to the black nails, dark make-up and torn fishnets her daughter wore, plus being outraged her daughter was so uncontrollable, this was the last straw.
Her mom had practically thrown her own possessions in boxes while she yelled point blank at her daughter, ‘this was nothing new for the neighbours’ Cass could remember thinking. The last thing she actually said in her house was “Why wont you let me find my father?! I hate you. I wish you would die.”

Cassie was shocked back to class by Cissie who motioned to the scribbled 42 on the corner of her page. Looking up she noticed expectant faces. “…….42?” She responded flawlessly. A nod showed her the question had been answered correctly and Cass flashed Cissie a grateful smile.
Yeah, she sure had changed since then, still she wasn’t sure how to speak to her mother anymore.

Helen Sandsmark shut off “Summer Holiday” as she pulled up at the school, she turned to her daughter with concern on her face.
“Will you be ok?”
“………..”
“Did you forget something? I can send you anything you want from home.”
“………..”
“Cassandra, are you going to talk to me or blank me? I can visit in a month at the earliest. This is the last time we’ll be face to face for a while.”
“………..” Cassie opened her door, glad her things had been delivered so she didn’t have to wait around.
“Cassie please!? Be reasonable. You’ve been arrested countless times, I don’t know where you are most of the time and you’re always so hostile towards anyone who tries to help you progress your life by giving you direction!! You’ve even spent two weeks in Juvie for that foolish stunt last summer!!!”
Cassie had just looked darkly at her mother, the black make-up making her look more evil than ever.
“Fine….Just go then.”
Cassie left the car and walked round to her mothers side.
“Mom?”
“Yes?” A note of happiness could be heard in her voice.
“I just wanted to say……Don’t visit…….Don’t call…….Just leave me alone.”
Although Cassie never told anyone she could see her mother cry as she drove away from her only daughter.

The class bell broke her away from her already enacted nightmare.
Collecting her things Cassie decided another call full of empty silences was needed.

Trig class was over and the Cissie stood quickly, ramming her unwanted trig book into her brown shoulder bag, not caring as she crumpled the cover's corners. She knew she'd probably get a lecture on "caring for our books" from her teacher, but she sincerely didn't care.
She had other things on her mind. She cast a worried glance at her friend who had been in a world of her own for the majority of the lesson...she had a feeling she knew what was troubling her but didn't enquire. Cass knew that she was always there for her, if she wanted to talk she would come to her...and she had enough to worry about, Gym class was next.

Cissie loved sports. Always had done, and she was above average in most and was often one of the first selected when teams needed to be picked even though she didn't excel. But it was that time of the year.

<I can do this...I can do this...I promised Marcy I'd try at least!> Cissie chided herself, thinking of all the help the school counciller, Marcy Money, had been giving her, the two had become quite good friends.

Cissie walked into the spacious changing room after the rest of her class, her head held high...No-one questioned her late arrival, in truth few had expected her to even show. She never did for these few weeks.

For the most part she ignored the idle chattering of her class mates as they began to change into their gym kits. The black shorts with white stripes down the sides accompainied by the white t-shirts with Elias printed in black letters.
She needed to remain focussed...she couldn't allow herself to slip up. She paused only momentarily to smile or nod at a friend as they greeted her warmly with encouraging looks.
Cissie was grateful for their attempts, but it only made things worse...She felt the pressure in her head increasing and she quickly retreated to the far corner of the room.
She placed down her bag and open it deligently, moving her crumpled trig book to the side. She spotted her gym top...she'd worn it a thousand times. She reached into retrieve it and found herself hesitating.

<I can't...I can't do this!> She withdrew her hand sharply and shoved her bag away from her, an angry scowl setting into her beautiful features.

...Miss Madison rested a hand on Cissie's shoulder, her teacher's face was calm and sympathetic.
Cissie was a bright student and willing to work hard in Gym...
"It's okay Cissie...I know that this is difficult for you...if you don't want to participate you will not be forced to...you know this, but would you at least watch the rest of the gilrs?" She asked with a sweet smile.

Cissie sighed heavily. Feeling thoroughly disappointed in herself for letting her emotions and fears prevent her from participating for another year But the fear that swarmed about her heart wouldn't let her forget, she didn't think she'd ever really get over it...
...She sat on the lush green lawn, several shades brighter then the green unifrom she wore. She had rested her blazer on the grass which she now sat upon, not wanting to soil her skirt, and the weather was getting so hot she didn't mind if her blazer wasn't wearable for a few days.
She leaned back on her elbows, her blond hair streaming behind her, looking farer then ever in the sunlight's glow, she breathed in the fresh air and relished the clean feel of it in her lungs...but still it did little to eliviate her dilemma.

She looked over at her classmates, practicing their archery. The sound of the arrows being released from the taut bows made her flesh crawl, the sound of the impact on their targets even more so.

Drawing her legs up under her chin she wrapped her arms about them, suddenly feeling a chill set in that had nothing to do with the unblemished sunshine.

<I am trying...> she thought, attempting to reasure herself that she hadn't failed...That today was simply a set back, and she had progressed. She was out here now, watching them...Before even the sight of the arrows made her want to vomit.

Few knew to what extent Cissie could remember the events of that day...Only a few, like Cassie knew that she had a flashbulb account of what had transpired.

She closed her eyes and watched her attempted murder play before her shut lids, a kelidoscope of picture perfect memories amplified by her fragmented emotions.

The sight of her mother, her perfect, archer mother who never missed, who's arrows always met there targets...

<Her targets...me...> She didn't know why she tortured herself with the memories. Why she couldn't let them go...Why she let the sight and sound of the arrows freeze her blood and make her stomach churn.

...And what hurts the most...that there was no possibility that her mother hadn't intended to hurt her, she heard her mother had claimed to be protecting her from a stranger...but Cissie could remeber no stranger...She had wanted to believe that it had just been a mis-fired arrow...an accident. But no..

"No...she was too good..." Cissie whispered to herself as the tears began. Her thoughts being disrupted as the targets were punctured with furocious force. But she didn't hear the sound of slintered wood, she heard the dull sound of an arrow shattering bone, and her own pained whimpers...

She was up and running before she knew what was happening, making a mad dash as fast as she could to the toliets, her blazer disguarded and abandoned on the lush lawn of Elias High.

She arrived just in time to throw herself into one of the cubicles and began to vomit violently, her tears mixing with her partially digested breakfast and she sank to the floor, sobbing incoherently, clutching the toliet.

<Why...why did she hate me so much...to want to...to want to hurt me!?> She absently rubbed at her shoulder, forever scarred with her mother's final act against her.

<What was so wrong with me? Was I never good enough for her...to become her sucessor?...why couldn't she just be my mother?> She balled her fists in her hair and pulled hard in the hope that the physical pain would somehow eliviate the psychological suffering that she endured every time she heard the arrows fly.

* * * * * * *

Harm walked into the toliet, a proud smirk gracing her fetures after she had half destroyed a target with her arrows...she wasn't an accurate shot but her arrows had more force behind them then most...now she wanted to wash the sweat and grim from her hands that ached from the effort of her shots...

...she paused halfway to one of the wash basins, the sound of rampant retching from one of the cubicles causing her to be distracted from her objective. She stopped, listening to the sobs that accompained it.

She felt a pang of curiosity more then anything else and glanced inquisitvely through the ajar cubicle door to see a blond haired, slim figure girl apon the floor attempting to rip out her own hair.

Harm's intial instinct was to tell her to stop ripping her hair, to stop being an idiot, but the words died on her tongue as she backed away.

<No...it's proabably just some silly bulimic, vomiting up so she can stay slim...I don't have time for people like her! If she want's to hurt herself let her!> She forcefully told herself to trample over the little voice of compasion that had a habit of voicing it's opinion on occasion.

She turned on her heel and headed for the door, no longer concerned with the sweat on her hands. <I'm Harm...I don't help people...> and as she walked through the door she afforded a quick glance backwards and felt a shimmer of guilt for a second as she thought <Greta would...> but shook it off and left...

<<Edited post slightly>>

As Cass made her way to the gym with her group of friends she noticed Cissie fall silent again, this always happened on the way to the Archery lesson, it was as if she was trying to psyche herself up to participate, but Cassie knew like everyone else did that Cissie would never pick up a bow, let alone fire an arrow again. It had caused her so much trauma during her life that it was completely understandable for her not to play.

This time Cissie almost got out her uniform, but took up her usual position on the grass. Cassie sighed as she raised her bow. I guess my mom isn’t as bad as it could get, she seems to think she was looking out for me.

“Come on Cassie, you don’t have to get it perfect” A spectating girl called over.

“OK Already!! Jeeze, Its not like its hard!!” Cassie noticed her mistake even though no one else did. Glancing at Cissie it didn’t seem like she noticed the slip up, in fact it looked like she was lost in her own little world, a look of…..horror, almost, on her face.

“Oh, Einen scheicedreck werd’ ich tun!!!” She privately swore. Cassie knew Cissie was at that kind of place. Completing her round of arrows she replaced her bow and turned to talk to Cissie. Who was gone.
“D’Arvit!!” Grabbing up Cissies blazer she run to the girls bathrooms. “Please not again!!”

Almost colliding with the new girl, she subconsciously shot ‘Harm’ an evil glance.
Had she noticed Cissie? What if she’d said something??!! Cissie could be very edgy at times like this and say things she didn’t mean.

“Cissie?? Ciss?” Cassie edged her way in the room. Pushing the doors one by one she spoke to her friend. “Its ok, you don’t need to push yourself into this. If you don’t want to watch you don’t have too.”

She pushed the third door and found her friend laying pathetically on the cold floor, her faces stained with tears. Cissie was such a pro at hurling now she didn’t mess herself up anymore.

“Aww, honey, are you ok?” Cassie asked kneeling to her friends height, wrapping the blazer around its owners frail frame.

“Aww, honey, are you ok?”

Cissie felt a light pressure on her shoulders were the blazer now lay, taking away the slight chill produced by the cold, tiled floor upon which she lay. The coaxing voice brought her out of her trance and she lowered the hands that had been balled into her hair and she looked up at Cassie.

The temperature in her face slowly began to return, taking away the pasty glaze to her face as she took a quick sweep of the cubicle, she lowered her head shamefully as her fists curled in her lap.

She'd failed again...she'd gotten so close, being near the targets and watching the others under the supervision of her teacher, not the towering presence of an obssesive mother, rigerously training her young daughter, just a gym class. But it was never just that to Cissie, her imagination always transformed the scene...

"I'm...I'm sorry Cass...I just couldn't...couldn't stay there!" She whispered through clenched teeth, her eyes clasped tightly shut as though to stop the salty tears that seeped from beneath her clasped lids but to no avail. She brushed them away harshly, disgusted that after all these years her mother could still do this to her, still bring her to tears!!!

She stood quickly in her anger, pushing her raging feelings back into place and she quickly stalked past her friend and looked at herself in the nearest mirror. Her hair was in dissary and her eyes were slightly puffy but it could all be easily fixed. She brushed her elegant fingers through her hair, putting it all back in place and she gingerly rubbed at her eyes as she stilled her breathing.

She knew it wasn't good to push it all back inside...Marcy had told her so which was why she had these little episodes when she needed an outlet. But she really didn't think that the toliet floor was the best of places to have a heart to heart with anyone, even if it was Cassie. Within seconds she looked like her perfect, pristine self again and she turned to Cass a broard smile on her lips.

"Come on...Gym must be almost over and it's lunch next." She said, more to ensure that her voice was steady then anything else. She headed for the door and turned to cassie, "Coming...?"



Harm had been exiting the toliets when a slim, blond girl collided into her and threw her a dirty look.

Harm watched her rush into the toliets, and stood there momentarily shocked...

<Hmmm...she'd better hope that we don't run into one another again too soon> Harm thought as she heard the girl call out to her friend, presumingly the girl who was currently attempting to give herself a home-made lobotomy.

Harm walked back out onto the field and was dissapointed to see that the rest of her class were in the process of dismanteling the various targets and packing away all the other equipment.

She looked at the splitered wood that scattered the lawn, the debris of well placed shots...she had contributed to some of the carnage and she felt a sense of satisfaction in that notion...after all it was far more easy to destroy something then create or maintain it....

The only thing she had ever been truly successful in creating and maintaining was her relationship with Greta. She had a good enough thing going with her adopted parents but Greta was the one soul who she truly enjoyed being around.

She sometimes tried to remember her life before waking up in the hospital, before becoming Harmony Hayes...but no matter how hard she tried...her memories alluded her...not that it really mattered...She had good first memories, one of which was her meeting Greta and her being called "Harmy", she smiled slightly at the memory. She had to admit that it was better then "Harmony", she much prefered being the opposite...Harm. And it seemed to suit her well.

She headed off to the changing rooms to change and to try and find Greta for lunch.