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Luke Lightning grabbed the pipe with one hand, and all it took was a jolt of electricity for his attacker to drop to the ground. The vigilante threw the pipe to the ground and continued his assault of the club, the neon lights reflecting off every shining surface. A blur of red, green and yellow lit up the room as the hero looked for his targets before his eyes settled on the open door to his left.

As he approached he spread his fingers out and as he predicted two men leaped out, brandishing guns and firing when he was visible. Instantly he focused and electricity leaped out from every available source, from the lights and the power sockets in the walls, to connect with his fingers before he slowly clenched his fists. In the darkness all you could see was the bright sparks of electricity as the bullets bounced off his body, not leaving any kind of mark. Only when the men stopped firing did Luke's fists glow from the electricity circling them, illuminating their terrified faces, and he dashed forward.

Having had his powers for many years, Luke knew how to control them so they wouldn't die. It would be far too easy to give them just enough of a shock for their hearts to cease all activity or to burn their skin off their skeletons, but even if they didn't deserve mercy Luke would grant it. It didn't take long to knock them both unconscious, neither strong enough to withstand his strength or the electricity that came with each blow, at which point he made his way to the door.

"Stop right there." ordered the incredibly shaky voice of Luke's target, wannabe gang leader Hank Johnson. Having taken over after his boss got arrested, he has quickly proven himself to be too dangerous through his incompetence. Luke had thought this gang would dissolve on its own, but Johnson has turned it into a wounded animal. Ready to lash out at anyone who got too close, and there is nothing more dangerous than that.

"I said stop!" Johnson shouted in a shrill voice as Luke approached him, fists glowing with electricity. Johnson pulled the trigger, but he was only able to fire about three shots before Luke knocked the gun out of his hand and punched him in the chest.

Johnson was sent flying to the ground, the jolt of electricity completely knocking him off his feet. Luke smiled at how comical it had looked, and he watched as Johnson raised his head to stare at Luke in dazed confusion. Luke could easily imagine birds or stars flying around his head like in the cartoons, and while it was entertaining he need Johnson to focus.

"Alright, there are two ways this can go." he said after lightly zapping the man to regain his attention, Johnson's terror proving that he was listening. "You can tell me everything you've done and everyone you've been working with, and I simply leave you for the boys in blue. Or you refuse to answer my questions, you experience so much pain you tell me what I need to know anyway, and I get you to the hospital where the police will pick you up. Your choice."

Johnson hesitated, clearly not sure if Like was being serious or not. To be honest Luke probably would have delivered on his threat a few years ago, but he was older and wiser now. So he knew all he had to do was lift his hand, let electricity leap between his finger tips and then listen as Johnson began to tell him everything he wanted to know.

Now

Jefferson Lucas opened his eyes and blinked quickly when the sunlight from the window almost blinded him, looking to his side to make the annoyance cease. He smiled when he saw his wife Lynn, still fast asleep and clearly having a peaceful dream judging from the look of serenity on her face. Jefferson didn't know how long he laid there, his attention completely focused on the beautiful woman beside him, before he remembered why he had to get up. He had become so used to getting up at this time he no longer needed an alarm, and chances are Lynn would wake up within the hour.

The teacher quickly got a shower, ignoring the small discomfort he felt as the water collided with his skin. It was a natural reaction due to his powers, but it has never been harmful in anyway and he had figured out how to ignore it a long time ago. Once he was done he went through the rest of his morning routine, shaving if needed so his beard stayed professional and brushing his teeth before getting dressed. It was here that his thoughts drifted to the dream he had woken up from, and he wondered what it brought it on. He hasn't thought about his former double life as a vigilante in years, and he can't think of anything exceptional that would bring up memories about those days now. The only thing of any relevance was the newspaper he read about rumours of some sort of vigilante in New Gotham, but he honestly hadn't cared enough when he had read it. He certainly didn't miss the life, as he much preferred being a science teacher.

Pushing the thoughts out of his head, deciding it was just a random experience, he was soon dressed in his usual choice of clothing. Black trousers with a white shirt buttoned up tightly, and while he wasn't wearing it at his arms was his black jacket. He saw that Lynn was getting up once he was done and after giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, he went to wake up his daughters for school.

He knocked on their door before entering, having been waiting for confirmation of they were awake. He heard nothing and was unsurprised to see that both Anissa and Jennifer were asleep in their beds, opposite to each other in the room. He smiled as his eyes went from eleven year old Anissa to seven year old Jennifer, both fast asleep.

"Time to wake up girls." he said gently, carefully shaking them by their shoulders, wondering to himself why he has never gotten them an alarm clock. It would definitely make things easier on him and it was something he will have to do soon, as Anissa's going to want her own room and privacy soon. But perhaps that was why he woke them up himself, because he knows soon he's chances to do so with Anissa will be over and in a blink of an eye the same will be true for Jennifer. Despite the forty-three year old's wishes, he can't stop his children from growing up.

"I'm up dad, I'm up." Anissa finally answered with a yawn while Jennifer was sitting up, blinking as she realised it was time for school.

"Ok, remember you two no fighting." he told them, like he did every morning which is needed because when he doesn't they do end up fighting over such random things, proof that they did need to move Anissa to the guest room.

He left the room and heard them getting up as he made his way downstairs, continuing his morning routine happily. By now he had practically forgotten about his dream, instead focusing on making himself breakfast. Nothing complicated, just some buttered toast and coffee. By the time his wife and daughters came down the stairs, he was already sitting at the table eating while checking through everything in his navy blue bag to be certain he was ready for the day. Having heard them moving he had also made both his daughters their favourite cereal while letting Lynn make her breakfast herself, as except on birthdays on when she's sick she down at like it when he does stuff like that for her.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us to the party tonight?" Lynn asked as she put a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. One of Lynn's friends from the hospital was throwing a party for their kid's birthday

"No, you know I don't really like parties. Besides I don't really know anyone there, as they're all your friends." Jefferson replied as he finally decided he had all the papers he needed for today in his bag.

"Why doesn't daddy have any friends?" Jennifer suddenly blurted out, shocking Jefferson while Lynn and Anissa laughed slightly.

"I have friends. Loads in fact." Jefferson defended himself, at which point Lynn began laughing like a mad woman.

"No you don't. Jennifer's right, you don't have any friends." she told him once she calmed down while their children watched their discussion with interest.

"What about Josef? He's my friend." Jefferson told them, feeling a little smug now that he had a name to back up his claims. Sure Josef might have been a supervillain called the Needle before Jefferson was born so he probably isn't the best example of a good man, but he's always been a good friend for as long as he has known hi and helped him when he was Luke Lightning.

"Fine that's one. Who else?" Lynn asked, but before Jefferson could say anything in response she added something else. "And remember, Facespace friends don't count."

Jefferson stared at the love of his life for a few seconds, his mouth opening and shutting as he desperately tried to think of a name, before looking to face his daughters. "Hurry up and finish your breakfast. We're going to be late otherwise."

As shown by the annoying giggling sounds his daughters made, he probably could have handled that better. Maybe it was because the comment about his friends, or lack of friends, hit a little closer to home than he would have liked. The truth was that except for Josef, who he rarely saw now if he was honest due to the man moving to be closer to his brother, Jefferson had failed to make any true friends. He got along with most of Lynn's friends and he has had a decent amount of conversations with those he worked with, but there wasn't anybody he could honestly say was a friend. It didn't exactly bother him that he didn't have any friends, but sometimes he did feel lonely when he sees Lynn chatting with her friends or when the kids get excited to hang out with their friends on the weekend.

He quickly pushed away any thoughts about that however as he got ready to leave, and about thirty minutes later he was in the car waiting for Jennifer and Anissa to put their seatbelts on. When they were done he began to drive away from his house and he saw Anissa and Jennifer wave goodbye to Lynn in the rear view mirror as she got into her own car. Traffic was remarkably fast this morning so he was able to drop Anissa and Jennifer off at school faster than usual, waving goodbye as they got out of the car. This also meant that by the time he arrived at Garfield High School, he was one of the first to arrive. He could see some students were already in the library, some looking nervous which leads him or suspect they are trying to finish the homework they failed to do over the week. He laughed a little as he recalled how often he do that, or more often didn't care to finish his homework, before heading to his classroom to prepare for his students.

The day turned out to be a pretty typical school day, filled with some good moments and some annoying moments. He managed to feel like some of the stuff he was telling these kids was being listened to, and he managed to enjoy his lunch break without any interruptions. He had to tell Kevin Crocker and Marcus Reed to stop talking while in class, but besides that it had been largely uneventful. He talked to a few of his fellow teachers, with the gym teacher Lucas talking about the supposed vigilante in New Gotham with such interest that Jefferson actually feeling tempted to reveal himself as Luke Lightning, just to see what his reaction would be.

The day seemed to rush past him and soon he was walking back to his car while everyone left the school, fiddling with keys as he approached his vehicle. He slowed down a little when he saw Crocker and Reed, who suddenly stopped talking when they saw him and walked away quickly. A small corner of his mind immediately knew something was wrong, but he chose to ignore it. He wasn't a vigilante anymore and even if he was, that wasn't proof that they were up to no good. You could tell by looking at them, they were just good kids pretending to be bad kids because they think it's cool. But they've never truly caused problems in the class and they always turn their homework in on time.

A few hours later he was sitting at home flicking through channels, Lynn having taken Anissa and Jennifer to the party about an hour ago. He had changed out of his work clothes into a more comfortable shirt and trousers, and had just finished his dinner. He was about to get up and look for a film, figuring he should take the opportunity to watch something with blood and violence now that his kids aren't here, when he heard the sound of the back door opening. The squeaking noise, caused by how it was being opened slowly, was unbearable but instantly recognizable to Jefferson. He was instantly on his feet, his fists clenched in preparation. While he didn't want to use his powers, he will if he had to and he could be careful about it if needed. He approached the kitchen carefully, not know what he would find in his kitchen, but he was somewhat relieved when he saw it was just a kid.

"Oh. Hello." said the teenager when he saw Jefferson, smiling awkwardly as he pointed at the door. "Didn't expect it to be so loud. Doors don't do that in my time, you know?"

"Who are you?" Jefferson asked, trying to sound as intimidating as he could. While he didn't really like supporting the angry black man stereotype, as disregarding his past that wasn't what he was like in reality, he was happy to act like that in this situation. He glanced at the kid to see if he had any weapons, but the brown haired teenager was just wearing regular clothes and his hands weren't reaching for anything. He barely looked older than nineteen, and his warm and welcoming smile unnerved Jefferson greatly due to their present situation.

"Right, sorry this is 1987. Before everything really kicks off. My name is Val Rand, I'm a superhero from the year 2099." the kid explained, not pausing for a second as he casually says d the most insane thing Jefferson had over heard. "I know you are Luke Lightning Mr Lucas, and I need your help in stopping a group of super villains called the Frightful Five from changing history."

When the kid had mentioned his past, that's when fear took over. Because while he has never admitted it to anyone, not even Lynn, he has always lived in fear of what people would do if they learned his past. He has mentally prepared himself for the possibility, but he never accounted for the possibility that a kid would break into his house and claim to be from the future while also knowing who he was. That was what freaked Jefferson out the most and why, despite having practiced his responses to this, he didn't sound convincing when he spoke.

"I'm not Luke Lightning kid. Now tell the truth, who are you? If you don't I will call the cops." Jefferson told the kid, his voice so obviously full of fear and terror from having been found out. The kid, Val, looked at Jefferson with some amusement as if they were having a normal and unfriendly conversation.

"Look, you don't have to be afraid of anything. You can trust me." Val told Jefferson kindly, somehow smiling even more to try and reassure the older man. "I know you became Luke Lightning in 1964 and you retired in 1976 to raise your children. I know because I've read your file back in 2099. For some reason you're someone we can trust if we get trapped in the past, I don't know why and judging from your reaction you don't either. Maybe this is the reason? Perhaps you help me and that's why you're considered an ally of the Legion?"

"I'm not Luke Lightning!" Jefferson yelled, his anger and fear increasing with every word the kid uttered.

"Fine, perhaps this will prove I'm not lying." Val said, clearly becoming a little annoyed, as he lifted one had and clenched it into a fist. Much to Jefferson's shock, it slowly began to glow with yellow light. Val smiled when he saw Jefferson's reaction, but it quickly vanished when instincts refined from over a decade of crime fighting kicked Jefferson into action. Because now that he knew Val had powers, the only logical answer was that he was some sort of wannabe super criminal wanting to fight.

Electricity began to leap around his fists as he swung at Val, but the kid was quick and moved out of the way. Jefferson was unable to slow down and his fist collided with the wall, an act which would have broken some bones if done by a normal man. But being stronger than a normal man and his electricity toughening his bones, it barely even hurt and he glared at Val who seemed nervous. This realisation struck Jefferson like he was being stabbed in the heart, as he never wanted to be someone kids would be afraid of, even if it was a seemingly crazy superpowered kid who broke into his house. He made the electricity vanished and reached out for the kid carefully, not wanting to frighten him anymore than he already has.

However when his arm got closer to the kid, Val grabbed it and with strength Jefferson wouldn't have expected pulled him close. The next few seconds were a blue, but Jefferson saw Val clench his other hand tightly and it glow with whatever he did, before striking him inn the chest. He let go of Jefferson's arm and the older man was sent flying back into a wall, gasping for breath but thankfully not collapsing.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, instincts just took over. But come one, we've done the necessary fight. Can we now move on to the part where we actually team up?" Val asked, Jefferson hearing the worry in his voice. But he didn't much care, because whatever he can do with his hand actually hurt. Which means there is a dangerous teen inside his home who knows who he is, and could hurt his kids.

"Please, can we just talk about this? I would love to start over." Val said hesitantly when he saw Jefferson stand up straight, electricity covering his clenched fists before he began to approach Val with clear intent making Val sigh with disappointment. "I guess not."

Tell me what you think and if there are any spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense. So while this story is set in 1987, and for future reference most stories I do will be set between this to 2000, technology is about 15-20 years ahead of what was available is.

Amalgams:

Jefferson Lucas/Luke Lightning (Carl Lucas/Luke Cage/Power Man and Jefferson Pierce/Black Lightning)

Lynn Lucas (Lynn Pierce and Claire Temple)

Anissa Lucas (Anissa Pierce and Danielle Cage)

Jennifer Lucas (Jennifer Pierce and Danielle Cage)

Val Rand/Karate Fist (Danny Rand/Iron Fist and Val Armorr/Karate Kid)

Josef Gambi (Peter Gambi and Josef Saint/Needle)

Facespace (Facebook and Myspace)