Dawnstar stepped into the time portal the Legion had opened in Superman's Fortress of Solitude, leaving the 21st century behind. Light enveloped her, and she stepped out
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"We begin the journey three months before our eighteenth birthday," she replied, an eyebrow raised. This was the last thing in her answers she expected anyone to pick up on. "Are you this 'Harry'?"
"No, no," John said. "My name's John. So are you supposed to find this person before you turn eighteen? Or do you get a little bit longer than that?" If this woman knew a way to find a soulmate in three months, well, sign him up.
"Not precisely. We end the journey at the hour of our birth at our naming-place, and there the Creator gives us a sign from which we find the one we are destined for." She suppressed another flinch.
This was a subject that was making the woman uncomfortable, but John was so tied up in his own interest that he was missing the clues that maybe he should drop it. "How detailed of a sign? Is it something that you have to guess at, or do you know right away?"
She closed her eyes. "Well, I cannot say the Creator didn't come through. My soulmate was delivered to me in person. Also, proof that the Creator has a warped sense of humor."
She smiled thinly. "Oh, I already knew him - knew him well. And had told him this ritual was something I had to do alone. But did he listen? Oh no. Something about not having actual ears to hear with, I suppose. Or an actual brain. Or the impulse control the Creator gave a three-year-old."
"Well, he's a guy," John joked. "Some of us are known for having poor listening skills around women we're crazy for." He had tried to listen to Sara, but sometimes he just couldn't hear her. It also didn't help that he no longer spoke medical jargon-ese.
"There is that, of course. But I meant it literally. He is a fellow Legionnaire. He got his powers in a laboratory explosion, which destroyed his body and turned his mind and spirit into a cloud of energy. His lovely red and orange costume isn't a costume at all - it's a containment suit, full of wiring and circuits that let him move and speak and - well. It has its limits, let us say."
She looked down at her feet. "I was always raised to think finding a soulmate meant sharing all your life, not just your souls."
There was a blow-up doll joke in there waiting to happen, but he wasn't going to be the one to make it.
"I'm not sure," he replied. "It still sounds better than sharing all your life with someone, but not your souls. Which means your one and only's still out there."
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"Nope, not really," he said, a little bit surprised at the question. "There's probably a great, great, great, great somebody way back there. It's in my blood." And probably a bit of his heart, too, whatever had been needed to fix the hole that had been in it. "But I'm Dutch."
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She looked down at her feet. "I was always raised to think finding a soulmate meant sharing all your life, not just your souls."
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"I'm not sure," he replied. "It still sounds better than sharing all your life with someone, but not your souls. Which means your one and only's still out there."
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Dawnstar broke off, wondering why she was confiding so freely, and studied John more carefully.
"Forgive my asking - if it is impertinent - but, are you Amerind? No, that term's not in use yet - American Indian?"
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"Nope, not really," he said, a little bit surprised at the question. "There's probably a great, great, great, great somebody way back there. It's in my blood." And probably a bit of his heart, too, whatever had been needed to fix the hole that had been in it. "But I'm Dutch."
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