When Amelia Johnston woke up in a new city she thought her life was over until she managed to get a job and become stable.
Yet she misses the world she left behind with Central City, the Flash and her friends.
However when National City starts to...
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Walking into Catco everyone's eyes were glued to the screens. I furrowed my brows as I looked around. I'd missed something.
I placed my bag on my chair and continued to look at the screen as I did so.
"Hey Winn. What's going on?" I asked sitting at my desk, taking a pen from my little pot I had placed in front of me.
"Did you not hear?" I shook my head.
"A plane was about to crash but this mysterious flying woman managed to land the plane on the water saving everyone on it." I smiled.
"That's pretty amazing. How the hell did I miss that?"
"Meh it's not great. I mean we've got a wannabe hero and National City has superman." I rolled my eyes and stood.
"Maybe she's connected to Superman. Who knows?" I walked over to him.
"But do you know what this proves?" I shrugged.
"Aliens really exist." I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully.
I kept my head down looking at his desk whilst muttering "She could be a meta-human."
"What was that?" I looked up to him and smiled.
"Nothing." I then turned and quickly sat back down on my chair.
As I used my computer to drag out images from the internet to an blank document I heard someone tap my table.
"Yeah?" I asked, peeling my eyes away from my screen.
I saw Kara. "Miss Grant wants to see you." I nodded and stood.
Kara then walked over to Winn and whispered something in his ear. As I walked past I tried to listen in.
"Roof." I furrowed my brows as I walked into Miss Grants office.
"You wanted to see me Miss Grant?" I asked walking towards her desk, hands clasped together.
"Yes Amalia. We're going to have to cut out your section this week in the magazine because of this new flying hero." I nodded.
"Okay." I forced a fake smile before turning to walk away. I stopped when I reached the door.
"Hey Miss Grant?" I turned back around as she looked up from her desk.
"Yes?" I slowly walked forward.
"What's my job now?" I ended up back in front of her desk as she leaned in her chair.
"What do you mean?"
"Every week for the past month or two you've cut my fashion advice section for something else. So I'm trying really hard but it just seems like my jobs a bit pointless."
