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<h1>I tried to find my reflection on the glass, but all I ever saw were the things I lacked</h1>
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Lynette has a problem, a problem with ignoring her instincts and every ounce of logic and good sense they throw at her. She makes bad decisions. Really terrible ones, actually. Things tend to fall apart pretty quickly and then she goes on to forget her mistakes and what she learned from them. In her defense, she is young. And at the time they seem like great ideas and her heart is in the right place so things should work out. What could possibly go wrong? That is not how things work for her and why she has not realized this yet is arguably linked to her genes, particularly the paternal side.<BR><BR>
Well, in this case that allegation is true for more reason than just her inherited inclination to rash, impulsive, poor decisions and stubborn pride.<BR><BR>
She had saved them. When Hal’s ring failed, Lyn had stepped in and she got to be the hero. Yet, that is not how her father saw it. He took one look at her and all he saw was a villain…<BR><BR>
“What...have...you...done?!” he had shouted at her<BR><BR>
“I saved us! I’m a hero. Like you!” she had argued back, hoping that this time he would see it, that he would understand and be proud of her. He shattered all of that, however, with a single expression and trampled her heart with the words that followed.<BR><BR>
No! You’re not! You’re just as bad as him!”<BR><BR>
She had wanted to be strong, she wanted to show that she was tough and that no matter what he said she did not give a hoot what he thought because she believed in herself. Still the tears came without her consent anyway, welling up in her big brown eyes that looked at him with a crushed, dejected despair. Her mouth opened to shout back in dispute but her lip wobbled and all she could do was...run...run away. Again.
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If you want something bad enough you can make it work, her parents always told her that. And she wants this. Lyn wants to be a hero, like her parents, and this ring will let her do that. It gives her the power to keep everyone she loves safe, to protect them. Hal does not think she can do this. Lyn knows she can be a hero...she can be...if he would just trust her! The only issue she can see is that she has the power, but wielding it effectively is an entirely different matter. She needs someone to show her the ropes, she requires a teacher and that is how she is going to make this work, she has reasoned. Only there is no Yellow Corp without...Sinestro.<BR><BR>
And that is how she has found herself on Oa - after she composed herself and after she dried her tears. If Hal did not approve of her ring, then he most certainly would not approve of what she is about to do now. And if she is caught here, full Yellow Lantern regalia, there is nothing he can do to help her. If he even wanted to, she is a villain to him, after all. So what does his expect her to do, what did he expect she would do? She has to prove him wrong.<BR><BR>
She holds her breath as she floats down into the Power Battery chamber, breathing out as her boots touch the floor. In front of her the battery hums, its green light illuminating the room. She smudges her lips together nervously as she approaches the battery, the falls of her boots echoing quietly. Lynette can hear voices but they are a ways off. Her heart pounds in her chest, although she is not certain whether it is over the fear of being caught or what she is about to do. The last time she saw this man...it changed her life. What changes could his return facilitate?<BR><BR>
The teenage girl raises her left hand as she steps forward, hesitates once before determining this is her only option; she cannot return home the way she is and she has to do something or he will never see her, love her. Her fingers clench, her brow furrows in concentration, and a glow of the ring on her finger flashes brightly into existence. There is no turning back now as the yellow energy presses aggressively against the green energy, opening a way through it. She extends her hand a little further, unfurls her fingers and reaches out. “Come on…” she urges. It is not as though they have all day.
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<I>April 5th, 2017</I><BR><BR>

Lyn does not really have the luxury of watching much television, but it had just so happened that the event in Keystone City involving Green Lantern and an unknown speedster was all over the news on the TV at work. She had dropped someone’s order - the plate shattering loudly and the food splattering everywhere - when she say it, staring in horror and her mouth agape. It had taken one of her workmates shaking her shoulder to bring her out of her trance. She was distracted for the rest of the day.<BR><BR>

She had flown over to Coast that night to check on him, though she did not make herself known. Lyn just wanted to make sure that he was alright, yet she was not sure that it would be right for her to impose her existence on him. It had already been unthinkable that she had shown up on his doorstep at all, let alone to make herself a regular presence in his life. And yet every few days for the past couple weeks she has returned to see how he was getting along. She has had to be careful, though, due to Em’li being an obviously standard fixture around her father nowadays. Maybe the Martian is as worried about him as she is; someone needs to watch out for him.<BR><BR>

She has scolded herself on several occasions, berating herself for this stalker-ish habit that she is obviously developing. Despite her motives coming from a good place, is her concern really a reasonable excuse for keeping such behind the curtain tabs on him? This is unhealthy, is it not? Lynette knows that she should choose to either try to be in his life or just stay away completely, one or the other. It is just...her mind and her heart are failing to come to any sort of agreement.<BR><BR>

The two of them are waging the same war right now as she follows Hal as discreetly as possible. He had been running some errands around town when she had found him. Em’li has been with him most of the time so up until now Lyn has kept her distance for fear that the Martian might sense her if she got too close. The other Green Lantern had left Hal so that she could take care of something else and now the blonde moves in a little closer.<BR><BR>

As she does, however, she startles an alleycat. Lyn’s eyes widen as it yowls at her, hissing before leaping off the garbage can it had perched on, sending it sprawling with a hollow, metallic clatter. Thinking fast, her heart racing, the girl drops down behind the dumpster, trying to be as small as as quiet as possible. Crap...crap crap...do not notice, please do not notice.

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<I>April 1st, 2017</I><BR><BR>

Even here at the pier Lynette can hear the sounds of laughter and delighted screams and music from the park.over the roar of the waves coming in, crashing against the pillars and on the shoreline. All of it makes her feel so small, insignificant and...alone.<BR><BR>

April Fools’ Day had never seemed like an appropriate, commonly acknowledge...holiday?...for the date marking her brother’s birth. Yet this year it seems more than fitting as she sits on the edge of this pier, the same pier her and her family would sit at years in the future, every year on this day for thirteen years. Why? Because it is a family tradition that they have always upheld on Ben’s birthday: a day at the Coast City Beach Park culminating in singing him a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ while eating cake. <BR><BR>

It is different now, though. This year Lynette sits here alone, feet dangling over edge of the platform towards the water. She stares out at the ocean, the same lonely ocean, and tries to pretend for a second that she is just waiting for her family to show up and that they will be here any minute to join her. She tries to forget that she is alone and that she will probably never see any of them again. She left them there...she betrayed her father and abandoned her little brother...and they must think she hates them.<BR><BR>

April Fools! And she is the fool. The joke is on her. Karma has been waiting to play this one one her. But, damn it, she deserves this, not them.<BR><BR>

Lyn sniffles and looks down at the lonely cupcake she is holding in both hands, the single candle stuck in the blue icing on its top and the small flame flicking on top. She tries to smile at it, bottom lip quavering with emotion as the corners of her mouth struggle to turn upward. Her eyes well up with tears, vision blurring till all she can see is color and the glow of the tiny light above the cake. But she tries so hard to smile as she sings ‘Happy Birthday’ quietly for her brother back home.<BR><BR>

“...happy birthday, dear Benji. Happy birthday...to you…” she sings softly, voice cracking and the tears falling. She lifts the cupcake and leans forward, blowing out the candle for Ben since he is not here. It feels wrong to have made a wish on her brother’s candle, but her heart just leapt out to make it all the same. ‘I wish I wasn’t alone today…’ Selfish...as usual.


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March 1st, 2017<BR><BR>

Lynette sighs as she straightens from wiping down what feels like her hundredth table of the day, wiping her brow on the back of her hand while simultaneously sweeping back several strands of hair. She flips the rag over her shoulder and leans back over one more time to set the napkin dispenser, shakers and condiments back in the center. She is just finishing up when the on duty manager calls her from the back, informing her that her shift is over. Lyn’s back could not be happier as she stretches on her way to the kitchen, removing her apron.<BR><BR>

She has been on her own for about a month now and it never gets any easier. Lyn counts herself lucky that Daisy Bee’s was willing to hire a sixteen year old girl, demanding very few answers. She wants to work, she has willing hands, and she is dedicated. She has to be; the girl cannot afford to lose this job if she wants to continue to put food in her belly. It is not as if she has a home to run back to anymore and her family in this timeline? Well, they do not even know she exists yet and Lyn knows it is safer to keep it that way.<BR><BR>

Lyn has a feeling that the owner and managing staff have an idea of her situation, just by the things they do for her. The hoodie she is slipping over her head, gray and warm, the comfortable kind of worn in was given to her by Carl; it had been his daughter’s and an article that had been in the purge pile in one of those regular closet searches. The winter boots she slides onto her feet after she steps out of her sneakers are from Susan. They wear the same size and despite spring being around the corner Happy Harbor is chilly with the air coming off the bay. And the cooks are constantly sending her ‘home’ with food after she is finished work for the day. But nobody says anything, nobody probably knows what to say.<BR><BR>

The blonde teen leaves the diner with a couple to go containers in hand. She balances them on her palm as she raises her hand to pull her hair out of the messy bun, then pulls her hood over her head. And she starts in the direction of ‘home’, trying to be discreet about it. But it is as she is passing through an alley, heading out of town and towards the mountain where that explosion occurred months ago, that she notices someone. She pauses. “Hello?”


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<I>March 9th, 2017</I><BR><BR>

The night before, El Paso was cast into darkness as it spread across the city, lights going out as if a wave were washing over the urban scene. In the panic that followed, there was a scramble to rectify the situation. A few hours the electricity was back and the lights were turning back on yet there still was no answer to the city wide blackout. Investigations turned up nothing. No foul play, no malfunctions. The plants supplying power for most of the city are functioning as normal and there had been no interruptions. The search continues until…<BR><BR>

Lynette had gotten a strange reading from her ring while she was flying over El Paso this morning and it had prompted her to stop by. But this is not a social visit. She is here to figure out what the strange blip on her ‘radar’ meant. <BR><BR>

And no sooner has she landed the ground gives a rumble. In the distance there is a flash of light and then an explosion down the street at the couple story shopping center. The force sends glass and other debris into the streets, people crying out. The building groans and leans into the gaping hole that was left in the corner, inclining perilously in the direction of a collapse.<BR><BR>

The lantern lifts into the air and speeds in that direction, banking around the side of the building. Granted she was coming in too hard and too fast so the collision was unavoidable. Like a bug on a windshield, she flies straight into the a guy in blue armor who looks like some sort of bug coming the other way. Thank goodness for the protection of her ring or that could have been worse, is her first thought. <BR><BR>

Her second is less analytical and twice as...well...quick to jump to conclusions...ical. The yellow ring on her hand glows defensively as she holds it out, ready to go on the offensive. “What did you do?!” they both say simultaneously. Lynette glares, looking offended. “This was not me!” she declares, putting a hand to her chest. “I just got…” Her defense is caught off by something caught between a grown and a bellow, her eyes widening in surprise


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