Meanwhile, in another alternate dimension...

[sand_hawkins]

He had stepped through the time portal, right behind Mr. Terrific, that Hourman had created.   He had just done his part in taking down Roulette's weapon trafficking for Degaton.

That's when everything went topsy turvy.

He had felt a tug, almost to the side, when stepping through the time portal - and the next thing he knew, he went FLYING to the

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[jla_whedonverse]

"--Blinovitch Limitation Effect wouldn't--Angel!" A thin young woman in a lab coat gasps at the sight of the stranger, stepping back against one of the workbenches. "Are you okay?"

[sand_hawkins]

Sand rolls off the top of the now crunched gurney and to his feet. He's still a bit wobbly, but he knows he's not where he should be.

"I...think." He look out towards the room. "What year is it?"

[hostwiththemost]

"Hallelujah!" shouts a green-skinned horned demon in a neon orange suit (with a snazzy purple necktie,) and it sounds more like an expression of surprise then reverence.

"It's raining men!"

[jla_whedonverse]

Angel slowly stirs, swinging to an upright position to place his feet on the ground.

"And me without an umbrella. What the hell's going on?"

[jla_whedonverse]

A frown puckers Fred's features. "You said you were trying to time travel? What method were you using? It didn't involve a cryptic text and a professor who's lower'n a snake's belly, did it?"

[jla_whedonverse]

"Wait. Parallel Earths? I think that might actually be a new one on us."

[sand_hawkins]

"Actually, no, it involved an android from the 853rd centory who had some slight malfunction issues, although I don't think it was his fault."

He looked at this...Lorne. He obviously could read something...and he said he knows Detective Chimp. But what he saw next obviously freaked him out.

Another time. "But yeah, I was actually trying to help my team catch and defeat a time-traveling villain, something happened...I'm here. Wherever 'here' is. And whoever 'you' are" A pause "Especially the long lost member of the Rat Pack over there. Introductions, so I don't have to keep saying 'green skinned guy' and 'lady in the lab coat with the pretty eyes'?

[jla_whedonverse]

"Fred." She gives a small smile at the compliment.

[sand_hawkins]

"You were teleported into a wall. That would kill most people. Unless for some reason he didn't want you dead." Sand says. "Even so, you had to have only been one with the wall for a couple of seconds at most." He then looks at Gunn. "And the only people that I know that can do that are on my Earth. And even then, they mainly specialize in spatial gateways or teleporting themselves, not others."

He then looks at the team. "If you got stuff on the plate, however, I'd like to help. One, it's what I do. Two, the sooner we clear this up, the sooner Wesley and the rest of you can help me get back home. I did get yanked in the midst of a crisis, you know."

[jla_whedonverse]

Inquisitive eyes size up Sand, the mind behind them deciding that it’s willing to spare a moment to play a hunch.

“The time-traveler you were chasing - is he one of the ones who could?" Their as yet unidentified opponent did teleport himself inside the building, after all. That's not an easy thing to do. But then again, neither is autonomous temporal displacement.

[sand_hawkins]

"He has equipment that might. But in and of himself, no." He looked at Angel. "Did he throw anything at you that might have caused the teleport?"

[jla_whedonverse]

He'd shown up a little while ago. Had some snark ready, but something kept his mouth shut finally. Listening seemed to be the thing right now, and what he was hearing sounding interesting...and possibly profitable.

Alternate dimensions, parallel earths...very nice ta meet yer acquaintance Mr. I Help 'Cause That's Wha' I Do Hawkins.

[sand_hawkins]

"Geomorphic in nature. Can control the earth itself, create earthquakes, move mounds of dirt, etc. Can also channel it internally for metahuman level strength, although I haven't tried that yet. Problem is right now I don't feel the connection to the earth that I normally do" A pause. "Oh, I also pre and post cognetic - can get visions of the past and the future, although I have no control over the latter and very little control over the former."

[jla_whedonverse]

"Wow." Fred has a gleeful grin on her face. "Are there more at home like you?"

[sand_hawkins]

"Fred, on my world, Superman's real. And he looks NOTHING like Brandon Routh."

[jla_whedonverse]

"Watch it, nature boy. Our lovely Fred here will want ta follow ya home."

[jla_whedonverse]

"That would be a first."

A young, blonde woman walks into the room. Her entire veneer is one of confidence and control. In some ways, it reminds Sand of Caleb's sister.

"Do we know yet who or what it was that made a mockery out of the defense systems and caused the termination of three espers and an entire security detail?"

[jla_whedonverse]

"Oh, yes." Fred's tone is unusually breezy and she waves a hand at the newcomer without actually looking at her. She hums happily under her breath as she continues to study the readouts on her terminal, stopping the melody every now and again to make a pleased or a surprised sound.

[jla_whedonverse]

"This day just keeps getting better and better. Sand, this is Eve - our liason to the 'Senior Partners' of the firm. We don't like her much."

[hostwiththemost]

"And on that note, I have to return three calls from a desperate Britney about this whole 'rehab' thing, and talk to Paris aboutgetting her a new lawyer. Angel, schnoogims, can you please have a word with her old one about not letting her actually talk in public."

He glances sidelong at Eve, and it's damn certain he just doesn't like being around her.

"You superheroes do the heavy lifting, I'll rustle you all up some Wolfgang Puck's after a quick stop to worship at the altar of our lady of perpetual seazbreaze.