[[ Okay now I worry that I gave you the impression that I wouldn’t fill this, but it was kinda late last night for me, and you gotta admit, that is a weird power!  Thanks for keeping the other options open. Here goes! ]]

Power Girl kept staring at her.  Supergirl bit her lower lip nervously – was she supposed to pretend not to notice, or should she confront Power Girl over the rudeness?  Wouldn’t that make her rude as well?

Natasha Irons reached down for her hand, and gave it a supportive squeeze.  Supergirl felt the tension leave her shoulders, and she sent her friend a small smile.

“So, what do you say?” Natasha asked the assembled Justice Society of America. “Can you help my friend?”

“I vote yes!” Stargirl said immediately, flashing Supergirl a bright grin. “If we’re voting.”

(And ‘flashing’ was the right word – Supergirl had no idea why someone would wear metal on their teeth.  The Futuresmiths had tried to explain things about the past, but either she hadn’t paid close enough attention, or there was simply too much to cover and more important things than… tooth fashion.)  Supergirl smiled back, still nervous.  Everyone seemed on edge.

“We’re dealing with a few… issues of our own…” the Flash said quietly.  Power Girl snorted.  Maybe it was more than a ‘few’, Supergirl realized.

“I don’t know that the Justice Society can make a coordinated effort,” the Green Lantern said. “But I’m sure that the members of our two teams can decide if they want to help Supergirl on an individual basis.”  He looked around at the assorted members.

Supergirl realized with a start that the people in the room had arranged themselves along distinct lines.  Although they were all seated around one large, round table – for the most part, with some members standing or leaning against one of the walls or door frames nearby – there was a distinct division, a no-man’s-land of sorts between the two groups.  Natasha noticed it too, and the next time she spoke, it was in the no-nonsense tones she used as Steel,

“I’m sorry if you are having problems.  But my friend here is in need of help, and I thought your team would be the best people to approach about it.  You do train younger heroes, don’t you?”

The old-timers especially looked sheepish at that, and many of the younger adults seemed to be remembering something, maybe how they’d been trained and taught by the Justice Society members who came before them.  Supergirl hoped that the appeal would work.

“You don’t belong here.”

Supergirl’s blue eyes widened at that blunt statement.  Everyone in the room looked toward the speaker.

It was Power Girl.  She tossed her head slightly, to move her blonde bangs out of her eyes – the same shade of blue as Supergirl’s, to be sure, something the younger meta was sure meant that they were family.  But the way that Power Girl was acting didn’t seem very familial.  She scowled as she looked at Supergirl.

“I’m serious.  You show up in Metropolis, claiming to be Superman’s daughter, claiming to be from the future… I know how this ends.  You may be convinced of what you are, Supergirl, but it’s going to end up untrue.”

“Just because that happened to you–” Wildcat started to say.

“This isn’t about me, Grant!” Power Girl snapped.

“Oh, I think it is!” Wildcat snarled back.

“Please, don’t fight!” Supergirl cried.  “Don’t fight over me.  If… if it’s going to cause problems, I can go.”

“Cir-El…” Natasha started to say.  Supergirl gently pulled her hand away from her friend’s grasp.

“No, it’s fine.  We can talk to the Titans.  They take on teenage heroes, right?”

“You’re getting powers you can’t control! Ever since Superman came back from fighting the Futuresmiths. You’re getting new abilities I’ve never even heard of before, much less seen!” Natasha declared. “You need help. I said I wouldn’t bring you to the Titans unless there was no other option.  Remember Traci’s stories?  This is another option!”

“What new abilities?” Doctor Mid-Nite asked, unable to stem his curiosity.  Power Girl leveled another glare at him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Um…” Supergirl looked away from her friend, toward Doctor Mid-Nite. “New vision powers? Sort of.”

“I’d say it’s more of a generating power, like the bursts of red sunlight you already do sometimes,” Natasha commented.

“But it comes out of my eyes!” Supergirl exclaimed.

“That it does.” Natasha agreed, countering Supergirl’s obvious distress with a warm, calm smile.

“What comes out of your eyes?” Liberty Belle asked.

“It. uh, generally looks like black crude…” Natasha said.

Supergirl blushed bright red.  “It’s oil.  Steel,” she nodded toward Natasha, “did tests on it.  And it’s… like the oil that comes out of the ground.”

“Oil vision?!” Stargirl sounded astonished.  Everyone else looked various degrees of surprised and disturbed.

“Okay,” Power Girl said, with a gusty sigh.  “That’s a new one on me.  You definitely need help, kid.  Let’s see what we can do.”