Perspective is Ki (Young Justice/DBZ, Male OC)

Chapter Two

Chicago, 3:32 PM.
December 27th, 2009.

Aiden couldn't help the frown that made its way onto his face.

"E-L-I-Z-A-B-E-T-H street, it's right in the middle of the city," Aiden said, annoyed, "I don't understand how you can't find it."

"Tell me again all of the connecting streets." Lieutenant Williams sighed.

Aiden rattled off all the nearby roads that he could remember.

"Every street you've listed exists, except for one." Lieutenant Williams said finally. "There is no Elizabeth street in Melbourne."

Aiden tilted his head at the comment, finding himself unable to think of how to describe further its location to the man, and they fell into silence.

"What street is the Melbourne Institute of Technology on?" Lieutenant Williams said thoughtfully.

Aiden gave him a dry look.

"Corner of La Trobe and Elizabeth street," Aiden said easily.

"That isn't correct." Lieutenant Williams said immediately.

"You can't find La Trobe street, either?" Aiden demanded. "Come on-"

"No, La Trobe street is there," Lieutenant Williams cut him off, "Along with Charlotte Street."

Aiden sat back in his chair at the name. There was no Charlotte Street there. There was a Charlotte street further out of central. Had they changed the name overnight? Or was this guy still trying to get him to reveal something?

"There's no Charlotte Street," Aiden said seriously. "Not there, at least."

Lieutenant fell silent for a while before flipping his pad over to the next series of notes he had made.

"SUDA Inc also doesn't exist." Lieutenant Williams said simply. "Neither do any of the people you listed as contacts. Nor do you, according to any banks, schools, workplaces, or anything else traceable."

Aiden opened his mouth, then closed it astonished, what on Earth? The street name was one thing, but this was ludicrous.

"What the hell does that mean?" Aiden said helplessly, "Have I been stuck in some kind of bizarro world where I don't exist? What am I supposed to do now? What do you mean, no banks!?"

Lieutenant Williams studied him quietly as he tried to find some kind of sense to what was going on. No banks? What about his money? His investments? What about his property?!

"Did you check the property I told you about?" Aiden demanded, thinking of his home.

"Yes," Lieutenant Williams sighed, "It's owned by someone who is definitely not who you are claiming to be."

Aiden gritted his teeth for a long moment, doing his best to force his anger down with several deep breaths, lashing out in rage never put you in an advantageous spot, it did the opposite. When he had finally regained his calm, he spoke.

"What happens now, then?" Aiden said evenly. "I have no identity, no money, no family, all I have is a tail and a Spacecraft apparently."

Aiden had to stop himself from using the words 'Attack Ball' when he realized that it would likely go over poorly, given the circumstances. Lieutenant Williams paused for a moment at the word spacecraft, minutely, and he would have missed it if he hadn't been looking for a reaction.

"Your, spacecraft, has been placed under league authority." Lieutenant Williams said cagily.

League authority? What did that mean, was there a department for stuff like this? Was Area 51 really just a meme after all?