Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

When Lyla was done with her meal, she left Isabel and Troy to their own devices as she went searching for her brother. Her 38DD breast threatened to tear through the front of her shirt as she leaned half her body against the door jam as she peered into his, Tazia's, and Aminah's bedroom. Her greenish-brown eyes shimmered in need as she stared at her brother's sleeping body. Pulling her shirt over her head, pushed down her panties and gently closed the door so as not to wake her brother or the sleeping babies. She giggled in her head as she crawled up the bed from the foot of it beneath the covers. Slipping her brother's manhood through the slit of his underwear, recounting her first time having sex and how gentle he was with her as she softly blew on his soft member. Her head rocked, her tongue wiggled on the underside of his crown, knowing how that would definitely get him up. Which it did. Then she preceded to swallow Aron's cock in one go. Her tongue danced up Aron's chest as the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth.

Feeling the edge of Aron's cover tickling her ass cheeks as she knelt over Aron once she rose. Her left hand rolled her breasts in her hand, her fingers tweaking her nipple as her right hand rubbed firmly on her clitoris. Slipping two fingers into her hot cannel, watching the strings of her juices inched down her fingers as she peered through them. Her nails tickled Aron's ball sack, knowing that would give a kick start to Aron's rehardening process. A hungry look was on her face as she peered down at her brother as she surfed along his length. When it was fully hard, Lyla didn't waste a second to return it to where it belonged.

"I was wondering when you would wake up," Lyla cooed as she leaned forward and she noted how Aron peered out his slightly opened right eye. "You just enjoy it; I'll be done soon. I can't love this hard thing of yours like I want, but you can send me to work with a nice hot, warm load in me," she grinned as she worked her hips quickly. The moment his cock left her body, she morphed her womanhood to close so none of Aron's cum would escape. She wanted to make sure he would get her pregnant since she was at her most fertile. She knew she was getting better at being around strange people and allowing them to touch her. So she knew she would be ready when their baby was born.

Noon that day...

Isabel and Troy sat in the waiting room of Isabel's doctor, who had ran the test a few days ago to see if she was indeed carrying her and Troy's first child together. She was so nervous as she clasped Troy's right hand in both of her own. Her heart was in her throat as her eyes flickered over to the door that led to the doctor's examining room.

"Isabel?" the nurse asked as she held the door open with her body. "The doctor will see you now," she stated, watching Isabel and Troy getting to their feet. "The doctor will be right with you to go over the results of the tests," she said before leaving the two of them alone in the room.

"Babe, it will be alright," Troy said supportively as he rubbed her back.

"I know, I'm just nervous, is all, what if we can't have babies?" Isabel spoke, looking over to Troy, leaning into him as Troy gently squeezed her shoulder.

"If there is something to worry about, I'm sure we can ask Aron for help with it," Troy said reassuringly.

"I don't know," Isabel said sadly. Ever since that day, while her brother was pleasant with her, yet the intimacy that once was there seemed to have dried up in her opinion, at least from his side of things. Her chin lifted, bringing her out of how she was going to repair that connection with Aron as she heard the door handle turning.

"Good morning, Isabel," Dr. Winter greeted as she walked into the room, nodding to Troy. "I know you've been very anxious about these results, so I won't drag the wait out. Whatever you've been doing worked, congratulations! You're pregnant!" she exclaimed, watching how it took Isabel a moment for her mind to catch up as Troy just stood there dumbfounded before Isabel launched off the examining table in a ball of squeals of joy.

"Did you hear that baby! We're pregnant!" Isabel said as she clung to the front of Troy's shirt.

"Huh-uh," Troy mumbled he still couldn't believe he was going to be a father. It was one thing when it was just talk, but now, now he knew he had to step up like Aron had done and be the man their baby could admire as they grew.

"Oh, Mom is going to be so enthusiastic when she hears the news," Isabel said, hugging her brother, knowing half her dream was coming to fruition.

Isabel rushed through the factory doors when Troy stopped at Aron's factory to tell their mother the good news. Her sneakers squeaked as she did a quarter turn on the ball of her left foot, hearing the roar of the looms working away to produce the required hundred yards a day to meet their demand, or so that's what she had overheard when their mother was speaking about it to Aron. Her feet hammered on the stairs as she raced up the steps, with Troy telling her to slow down.

Vera turned slightly towards the door as it began to open when she was going over the next month's projections and how the progress on the company headquarters was going. Instantly, her motherly instincts were on alert when she saw it was Isabel walking through the door. She was very confused when all her daughter did was run up to her and abruptly hug her.

"Honey, you're scaring me; what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom," shaking her head against her mother's shoulder, "just that I thought you should be the first to know I'm pregnant," Isabel said softly into her mother's right ear.

"What!" Vera shouted, pushing her daughter back; seeing that wide, happy smile on her face, she knew Isabel wasn't toying with her. "Oh, baby! My baby is going to have a baby," she cooed lovingly as she swayed the two of them side to side as her siblings got to their feet and crowded around them. Neil and Carl roughly patted Troy on his back as the women of the family clustered around Isabel. Aron's name got thrown around repeatedly as the word shopping was mixed in with it.

"Is something going on?" Aron asked as his mother and aunt Chery were racing around the kitchen with a purpose after they had gotten home after five that afternoon.

"Yes, your sister has had some wonderful news, and we're going to celebrate it with her as a family," Vera said, peering over at Aron, wondering if he was going to say something sarcastic.

"Which one?" Aron asked curiously as he slid his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

"Isabel."

"Ah, okay," Aron uttered before turning around and leaving the room, only to be diverted when there came a knock on the door. "Hel..." Aron's voice was stilled with Sara's tongue in his mouth as she was greeting her soon-to-be husband after a hard day's work.

"Mmm... that's better," Sara sighed as she pressed her forehead against his. "What's that I smell?" she asked as she eased past him.

"Mom and Aunt Chery are cooking something up," Aron answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Go say hello if you want. I'll put your bag up," he stated, holding out his hand to her.

"Oh, I need to speak to you about that symbol you sent me a while ago," Sara said cryptically, seeing him nod before continuing on to their bedroom. "Good evening, ladies," she spoke as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Evening Sara, I didn't think you would be coming over tonight," Vera said as she prepared the roast they were having that night.

"Oh? Well, shouldn't a wife not stay with her husband?" Sara mused with a taunting grin on her lips.

"I forbid it," Vera grumbled.

"To bad Aron's already agreed; please, are you really going to cut yourself out of your grandbaby's life?" Sara retorted, seeing how the two women's gaze dropped down to her stomach.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Vera asked; however, she began to notice that Sara had a slight glow to her, so she couldn't say if she was lying or not.

"Nah-uh," shaking her head, "I'm carrying Aron's baby," Sara said, her hands resting on her stomach to comfort her child.

"Congratulations then," Vera said, returning to her task of prepping the roast.

"Thank you. Is there anything I can help out with? I mean, I will be living here; I'd like to help out where I can," Sara said, trying to keep things civil for Aron's sake.

"If you want to help, peel those then," Chery said, pointing at the potatoes. She knew when her sister was not pleased, and at that moment, it was no truer than it was long ago.

"Sure, I can do that," Sara nodded and proceeded to get to work. All three turned when a set of tiny feet came running to the kitchen; Vera was beginning to clean her hands so she could handle Henry. Only to watch as he ran right for Sara. Who wasted no time in setting down the peeler and potato she was working on before bending down and picking Henry up into her arms. Feeling his wet kiss on her left cheek as his tiny arms wrapped around her neck. "Did you miss me?" she asked with a happy smile on her face as Henry nodded that he did. "Well, you go back to your daddy; I have to help make dinner, mmmkay?" Sara uttered sweetly to Henry before setting him down. Watching how his little legs carried him out of the kitchen with his squeal of laughter following after him.

Sara was humming a little tune to herself as she was in her own little world, peeling away at the potatoes. She did see Chery reaching over and taking the peeled ones off the counter and giving them a wash before she started to cut them up into inch thick bits so the potatoes would cook evenly. Once the potatoes were done she waited to see if she could help out with something else, yet it seemed to her Vera was giving her the cold shoulder. She didn't know why. Itjust seemed odd to her is all. So she went about taking plates out of the cabinet so she could set the table for them all.

"I want you to keep your news to yourself for the night. This is about Isabel, not you and your baby," Vera said rudely. She was incensed that her son would allow the woman to get pregnant with his child. Not when she knew there were plenty of women in that very house who would gladly bear his children.

"Yeah, see, I didn't tell you for some big celebration. Don't know why you're being like this to me, all I've ever done was be polite and pleasant to you. However, if this is how I will be treated, then I hope you're fine with not having a role in our baby's life. Sure, you will see him, yet you will have no major influence on him or her," Sara said, matching Vera's coldness as she set the plates on the table. "The only people who matter enough to celebrate with the news of mine and Aron's baby are in the other room." With that, Sara walked out of the room; her sour demeanor quickly faded as she approached the secondary living room they always used for family night, and it seemed improper to be left out.

"You were rude to her, Vera," Chery said, stirring the large pot so she could distribute the salt she had just added throughout the water. "You know Aron will hear about this..." They didn't have to wait long for the sound of Aron's raised voice to fill their home. She inched away from her sister's side when they heard footsteps approaching.

"What's your problem?" Aron asked heatedly. "You better have a damn good reason for being rude to Sara. All she's ever done was be nice to you."

"Why have a baby with her?!" Vera asked, her hands pointing to the general location where Sara was.

"She was envious of Tazia and Aminah, plus she was tasked to do so," Aron answered, crossing his arms. "What? She's a spy, you really think I would work with spies and not watch them?" Shaking his head, wondering what he was going to do.

"Hey, I resent that," Sara pouted as she stood in the living room's doorway. "Just because I was ordered to do that doesn't mean I wasn't already thinking about it," she said sensuously, biting her lower lip as her eyes ran down his body. "And how exactly do you know I was ordered to do such a thing?"

"What?" Aron asked, amused as he turned to face her. "You think you're the only one who can plant bugs in one's home," he said with a cocky grin. "So, now shake hands with one another," Aron directed, taking a step backward. "She's family now, and you always told me family shouldn't be mad at one another," he mused, throwing her own words back at her, trying to keep his smile from showing at the look his mother gave him. However, their heads snapped up to the ceiling when the intruder alarm went off. "You all stay here," Aron said, taking charge. "It has to be powerful if it got through the base's defenses, and since I can't be harmed and I'm wicked strong, I'm the logical choice to meet this foe," he spoke, cutting his mother off when she tried to argue. "If it gets past me, at least it will be wounded enough so you all don't put yourselves in danger," Aron said, pressing the button to call up the cab of the elevator, glancing at Tazia and Sara. Unbeknownst to him that, Lyla, who was sitting beside Jill detailing what her normal work day was like, was indeed pregnant too, yet it was too early for either one to know that. "We will finish this once this has been dealt with." Turning around as he heard the doors opening...

"Dad?!" Vera, Chery, Tazia, and Aminah, along with a twenty-five-year-old Henry, spoke as one who stood in the cab staring at Aron like he'd seen a ghost.

"Dad!" Henry exclaimed, throwing his arms around Aron's neck. He had wondered what would happen if he pushed past the light barrier. Nevertheless, he couldn't help the emotions as they welled up in his heart and mind, given how it had only been a few years since the Red Scare had killed his father. He felt that familiar touch on his back. It was indeed the same feeling he had when his father would comfort him when he was a child. Then he opened his eyes slowly, yet his tears still clung to his eyelashes. His eyes moved over the group behind his father, noting how the women's hands were covering their mouths as their eyes quivered in a slew of emotions that he couldn't name; moreover, he wasn't blind to their own tears in their eyes - Why? - he couldn't say. Turning his head to the left, seeing what was different then the house was in his time.

"Henry!" Jill cried as she stuttered his name as she rushed towards him.

"Jill?! I thought..." The two siblings held each other as their sobs filled the room; the others turned as they heard Carl approaching.

"Did you say, Dad?" Carl asked, looking at his siblings as Neil ambled down the stairs, with a renewed spring in their step now that he, Chery, and Neil had regressed their ages to their mid-thirties.

"Dad," Vera was the first of the sisters to speak as she took a step forward with her hand outstretched, not believing what she was seeing as her hand shook, unwilling to let go of this opportunity. "Daddy?!" Her voice stammered as her emotions began to bubble up as Henry raised his head, turning it towards her with a very confused look on his face.

"The only daughter I have is Chery I don't know who you are," Henry spoke calmly before returning his attention back to his sister. "I thought you were dead! Where have you been all this time..."

"Daddy, please! It's me, Vera; surely you have to know me," Vera pleaded on the verge of explosive waterworks.

"What year is it from where you've traveled from?" Aminah asked, stepping forward, although she too wanted to break down when she didn't see a look of recognition in his eyes at the sight of her.

"October of 1959, why, what year is it?" Henry asked, confused.

"So Carl should be four months old by then, correct?" Aminah inquired, praying it was her real father and not some lookalike from some parallel world.

"Hey!" Carl grumbled, drawing his father's gaze.

"C-C-Carl? Little Carl?" Henry muttered, his mind seeing the similarities between his four-month-old and the man standing before him.

"Hello, Dad, the year is 2011; you've traveled some sixty years into the future," Carl said; he could sense the pressure waves coming off his father as he stepped into hyper-speed. It was something all speedsters could feel when they were around each other. While not all speedsters had the speed to break the light barrier like he could, they all could use hyper-speed. He wondered if this was why his father told him never to break the light barrier when his own powers began to manifest. He watched how his father was studying him as his eyes followed after his father while everyone else was slowed down to four nano seconds.

"You're a speedster like me?!" Henry exclaimed as time returned to normal as he stood in front of his son. Huffing when Carl just hugged him out of the blue. "Okay, I take it I'm not around anymore?"

"No one answer that," Aron said, finally speaking. "No one say a thing; we cannot pollute the time line. I know I told you not to travel through time, didn't I, Henry?" he asked in a disapproving fatherly voice.

"You did," Henry sighed. "I know what I did might have caused some paradox you've told me about," throwing up his hands in frustration, "yet I need your help; the world needs your help, in my time, I mean."

"Henry, I'm not a hero; I know I've told you that before. And I'm not crisscrossing time just to fix the world's problems in another age; that would cause so many changes to the timeline that I might not even be born, or the world could explode," Aron said, listing off reasons why that was a bad idea.

"Aron, you're just over-exaggerating," Neil said, entering the room.

"Told you!" Chery taunted as Neil and Henry looked at her simultaneously, seeing how the two of them could be twins. That was before she rushed towards her father. Aron barely got out of the way before being run over by his aunts, mother, and Jill as they all group hugged Henry.

"Hey," Lyla said sweetly as she stepped up to his side. Her cheeks blushed rapidly as she felt his thumb brush against hers as their fingers interweaved with his as she held his hand.

"Hey."

"You're going to help him, aren't you?" Lyla whispered.

"Depends," Aron said truthfully.

"You're going alone, aren't you?" Lyla asked, seeing the look in his eyes the same one when he went off to meet Nightshade.

"If I do, it would be best if I did; less chance of something happening to change our future," Aron stated, seeing the worry in her eyes. "Don't worry, I bet its nothing serious," he said to comfort her.

"I wouldn't say that, Dad," Henry said, detaching himself from the group. Then his hands went to his head as Nettie screamed in his mind that Aron was her daddy and only her daddy, not his.

"Nettie, stop that," Aminah admonished as she blocked out her daughter's protection of her mind into her father's. "You okay, Dad?"

"Yeah, I think so, damn that kid is strong," Henry grumbled as his hands rubbed his temples to get his headache to go away.

"Well, she is his daughter," Aminah said, looking lovingly at Aron. "The source of where we all get our gifts from."

"Huh, so I have another sister, groovy," Henry spoke, seeing the weird looks he was getting from them due to his vernacular. He was not expecting his sister to burst out in laughter at it either.

"What are you doing, flathead? Don't you speak the lingo anymore?" Jill asked, teasing her brother as she watched him pushing back his mask that covered three-fourths of his head.

"Jill, no one speaks like that anymore; it has to be all new words now," Henry said, pinching his nose.

"How's Mom doing?" Jill asked, taking hold of her brother's hand and leading him towards the couch.

"She's hanging in there; she took Dad's death," glancing over to Aron, who stood there arching an eyebrow when he did so, "and you were gone. She's been a wreck, and you haven't told me how you can still be alive. Why did you lie to me?"

"To protect me," Jill said, answering for Aron, who nodded along. "I was dying, my powers..."

"But you don't have..." His shock was evident on his face as Jill's power flared off the palm of her hand. He could see the pride in Aron's eyes and how bashful Jill had gotten when she, too, saw that.

"I do, we just didn't know back then I did. So my powers were killing me; that was why Dad made me stop being his sidekick. Yet Dad couldn't figure out what it was that was killing me, so he and Mom placed me into cryosleep to protect me until he or someone..." her eyes flickered over to Aron, "could figure out some way I could be awake and not suffer from what was killing me. And he did," Jill said with dreamy eyes as she blew Aron a kiss. "It was thanks to dad's friend that I can be here talking to you," she stated, rolling the bracelet on her left wrist around. Knowing she had another two months before she could take them off longer than it took her to shower. She was not expecting Henry to abruptly hug her, yet she wasn't going to stop him either.

"But where were you all this time..."

"Level three," Aron answered for Jill.

"Oh, that's why," Henry said, with Aron nodding along. "Hey, what's that thing?" he asked, pointing at the TV.

"You're not going to believe it, little bro, but that's a TV," Jill stated with a taunting smile on her lips.

"You're kidding me, right?!" Henry spoke in disbelief.

"Hey, I was right there with you when I woke up; they even have one in the kitchen," Jill said, nodding that it was true to Henry's wide eyes.

"But TVs are huge; how can they fit it in the kitchen?"

"It's this small," holding her hands apart to depict the size of it, "and it sits on the kitchen counter, don't believe me, do you?" Jill asked, getting a nod out of him. "Go see for yourself, you know where the kitchen is, it might have been remodeled since our day, but it's still the same kitchen." A smile of remembrance appeared on her face as Henry just zipped off without a notice. It was only a fraction of a second before Henry reappeared in his seat.

"Okay, you weren't lying," chuckling when his sister shoved him, "so Dad, Jill, who are those people?" Henry asked, pointing to where Lyla, Isabel, and all the rest stood who had remained silent other than Nettie throughout it all. Nodding along when Chery introduced her nieces and nephews along with Nettie and three-year-old Henry. His head turned as he noticed someone who he had never seen before enter the room. His brow furrowed when the woman looked so much like his mother. Why that was, he couldn't say. Was she a relative in the future, or did his mother do something in the past to prolong her life just to be with his father again?

"Henry?!" Veil spoke, surprise filled her voice. When he was using his speed her cameras couldn't detect him, the sensors could. Watching how Henry's back straightened at the sound of her voice.

"Veil?!" Henry uttered, confused. "Dad... what's going on here?"

"I built Veil a body; this is it, you like?" Aron asked with a coy smirk on his lips as his son's eyes ran up and down Veil's body.

"Well, Henry, answer your father," bending at her waist, she never wore a bra; she didn't need to, swaying her breasts side to side in his face, "do you like my body?" Veil asked sensuously.

"Are those..." swallowing hard, "real?" Henry asked, unable to take his eyes off her swinging melons.

"Would you like to find out?" Veil inquired as her scanners indicated a heat source building between his legs, so she knew he did. Her hands reached out and gently but swiftly buried his face between her breasts. Then proceeded to slap the sides of his face with them. She could see how Henry was loving it as he had a stupefied look on his face as she took hold of his hands and slid them beneath her shirt. "How do you like them, Henry?" she asked, removing her hands from his once they rested on her breasts. He didn't need to answer as his hands did that for him as they went to town on her orbs. While Henry was distracted, she slyly pushed down her yoga pants. Seeing the sadness in Henry's eyes as she pulled away only to spend around and shove Henry's face into her pussy. "Smell it, Henry..." Henry, on the other hand, had other ideas, as he readily went a little overboard in eating her out.

"Veil," Aron warned when they were taking it a little too far.

"Sorry, father," Veil uttered, getting control over her urges.

"So you built Veil as a sexbot?" Henry asked, feeling ashamed as they all just stared at him.

"No, that was her," Aron answered, pointing his thumb at Aminah. "She's ravenous."

"Only for you, you know that," Aminah rebutted.

"True," Aron said, winking at her. Watching Veil whisper something to Henry, whose head quickly snapped over to her.

"Really?!" Henry exclaimed.

"Mmmhmm," Veil hummed, keeping Henry's attention on her as Jill leaned forward. Her fingers lightly touched Henry's chin, centering his gaze on her.

"I hope you aren't forgetting me in this or them," Jill said, her eyes glancing over to her nieces.

"How about we focus on why Henry is here," Aron stated, trying to get back to the reason why Henry was there in the first place.

"Aron, you know there's no reason to rush. There isn't a risk of a Pauli exclusion event like it was for you, and you know you could leave a week from now and still go back to the moment you need to. At least give us the night, please," Aminah said, with Tazia and the others nodding along.

"Yeah, plus, I don't think I have the juice at the moment to break the barrier again so soon," Henry said, looking down at his hand. He did feel slightly drained, yet it was enough to keep him from reaching that speed.

"See, there's no need to rush," Vera said, stepping up. "Dad, I'm sure you're hungry running that fast," to which Henry's stomach agreed, "and dinner shouldn't be more than thirty minutes. While it cooks, we can talk," she spoke, getting agreement from her siblings and Jill. "Honey, what could possibly go wrong for a few hours?"

"He could die, the world could shatter apart, we could cease to exist; there is a reason why you aren't supposed to tamper with time," Aron said, glaring at his son, who had the same look as the other Henry did when he admonished him for doing something bad.

"But you did," Isabel retorted.

"No, that was a fluke, you think I wanted to go back through time? Do you think I wanted to be trapped in the twenties? Hell no, but what's done is done; we can't go back and stop it from happening."

"Why not?" Troy asked, not following his logic.

"Time is fluid; you can't just expect to make a ripple and have it not change things, and those changes could be anything and everything. Temporal physics is tricky; big things like me going back in time can not be changed; why no one has gone back to stop WWII from happening or killed Hitler? Because you can't. Small things, sure, those can change at a whim, but those little changes can lead to a huge catastrophe years or eons in the future. Anyone with a basic grasp of that knows you're more likely to make things worse than better, so that's why you don't tamper with time," Aron said smartly.

"Well, I'm here; you will at least listen to why I came, right?" Henry asked, peering up at his father.

"I had planned on it, Henry," Aron nodded, getting a warm smile out of his grandfather/son. "We'll go down to the lab and chat privately," turning to look at his family, "alright if you want to talk fine, but you tell him nothing about the future that could affect us, or you know about that day, understood?"

"What's going on here?" Noah asked, walking through the front door. He had heard some of the conversation from outside the door when he walked towards it. "Henry?!" The name escaped his lips in a shock at seeing his very young father-in-law sitting on their old couch.

"Dad, who's that?" Henry asked as Vera led Noah out of the room to fill her husband in on what had happened since he'd been gone.

"That was my father, your grandfather," Aron said, watching how Henry was processing it all; he knew it had to rattle his brain that he was going to father his own mother. "Come on, Henry, let's have that chat, shall we?" he directed as he pressed the call button. "Once we're done you can have your chat, alright?" Aron stated, peering at his family who grumbled their agreement.

"So, Dad, I didn't want to ask in front of them, but you have powers, right?" Henry asked, peering over at Aron as they rode down to level two. He remembered when his father had told him that he had lost his powers when he was sent back in time.

"Yeah, why?"

"Good, we're going to need them; they're what, by the way?"

"Super strength and invulnerability," Aron said truthfully.

"You sure you don't include your mind in that list," Henry chuckled; he knew his father was very, very smart, far smarter than he would ever be, and now that he knew his powers. That only told him his father would be one dangerous villain if he ever went bad. Glancing over at Aron, he saw the amused smirk on his lips at the suggestion.

"Could be, you never know," Aron mused.

"That Lyla girl, she isn't a metamorph, is she?" Henry asked, wondering if those types of people, given the rarity of the mutation, had a better time with society than in his time.

"She is, how did you know?" Aron asked, curious.

"Saw her holding her hands in front of her when I stepped out of the cab and the face I saw wasn't the one I saw for a split second."

"Ah, yeah, Lyla is really shy around strangers. She has gotten extremely better about showing her real self to people," Aron admitted; still, he was proud of how far she had come.

"Ah," Henry said sadly.

"So, have you met many of them to notice that?"

"No, Anika is a metamorph," seeing the surprise on Aron's face, "just not like Lyla is; from what she and her family have told me, they're an offshoot of them given how they can copy other peoples' powers for a time if they're within her range, she just can't morph her body like Lyla can," Henry informed him. Noticing something was happening behind his father's eyes before a prideful smile appeared on his lips as Aron stared at his reflection.

"How is she?" Aron asked, not revealing that she was his grandmother. Aron couldn't have Henry knowing that then things might not come to pass. Still, the fact that his grandmother knew he was outright lying to everyone when she could tell he had powers due to her mutation, maybe not with the super strength given his mother, Tazia, and Chery. Tazia is just the weaker of the three. Nevertheless, his invulnerability would be a dead giveaway. He made a promise to himself that the moment he was back, he would pay his grandmother a visit.

"She's good, a little tired taking care of the kids and the house, but it could be worse for us," Henry said as the elevator doors rolled open to the second floor of the base. Waving up at Veil's camera like he had always done since he could remember, following Aron into his lab before he ordered Veil to lock the door and cut the cameras and mikes in the room.

"Okay, Henry, tell me why you came to the future," Aron said, giving Henry the floor.

"It's Red Scare..."

"He's dead," Aron cut in.

"He sort of is, I guess; from what the reports are saying, the Chazr Kingdom turned what they were able to save from your fight with him; here, see for yourself," Henry said, pulling the small black and white photo from his left sleeve and handed it to Aron. He had no idea what they did to the man and why he brought the picture.

"Oh, a cyborg, a crude one from the looks of it, okay, so they made him into a cyborg; that's a reason for all this; why?" Aron spoke, handing back the picture.

"Because you know the war that's been going on in my time?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"The Chazr Kingdom sent him to the front. He's decimating ours and our allies' ranks. There's like this cloud around him; you can't see it, but something is doing something to the bullets and bombs that have been shot, launched, dropped on, and at him. A few of the more big-time Heroes have tried to take him on, but all of them died. Yet there was no sign of a wound; they just dropped dead in the middle of their fights," Henry said, explaining the situation to him.

"Must be the radiation he emits," Aron muttered.

"Huh? What's that?"

"It's an invisible force emitted from particles released in a nuclear explosion or those with mutations that produce it," Aron explained, seeing his son's glassed-over eyes. "You remember the news about the sudden sickness happening in Japan when they dropped the bombs," seeing Henry nodding along, "that's radiation sickness, which is caused by radiation. His must be beyond lethal dosage for it to kill so quickly. I'll have to make some adjustments to my suit to withstand it."

"What... does that mean you'll come back with me?" Henry asked, his surprise was evident in his voice.

"I was leaning towards it. To let the man that killed me live doesn't sit well with me," Aron said darkly. He knew it was foolish to act on his emotions to make that call. Still, it was a matter of pride with Aron. "Now that's out of the way, how is your mother really? Can she handle seeing me? I don't want to cause her any more pain."

"Honestly... I don't know; you have no idea how close I am to losing it. Seeing you, then... Jill, to know she's alive, I understand why you did it. And I promise no one will ever know. It's just too much at the moment. Mom... she might be in the same boat I am," Henry informed him.

"I understand; why don't you head up? I have much to do in a night," Aron said, pushing off the counter and walking towards the door, hoping he could alter it instead of making a whole new one. There was no way he was going to die from radiation poisoning. Nodding when Henry looked back at him as the now unlocked door rolled open as he stood there, something seemed to be on his mind; at least, that's what it looked like to him.

"Dad? Before I forget, this might sound stupid to you, but when I came forward into time, why didn't it take me to my father's time?" Henry asked; it's been troubling him ever since he first saw Aron.

"The timeline the other me," it never felt right saying that, "the timeline he came from no longer exists," Aron said, seeing Henry struggling to comprehend what he had just said. "When I was sent back three years ago and when the past me pulled me out before I was spat out in the twenties, permanently ending his own. Hence why he couldn't go back there wasn't anything for him to go back to. If he came back to my time, he would be as lost in my time as I would be in his. Plus, being me, he couldn't very well skip out on you and Jill."

"But if he had gone back, would he have lived?"

"If he went back the moment he appeared in the twenties, then yes, there is a probability that he would have, yet when I arrived in the forties, he's been there too long for that to work. He still would have died," Aron said truthfully, not sugarcoating it.

"So he stayed with us even though he knew he was going to die?" Henry asked for clarification.

"Yes, but he knew how he was going to die; we just didn't know we were Void at the time," Aron said, feeling very weird speaking of himself in the plural term. "However, if I do go back with you, I need you to do a little favor for me."

"Okay, what's that?"

"I want you to take me back to 1939," Aron stated, seeing the look of recognition on Henry's face.

"You know about that?"

"Yeah, Veil informed me. Since the Collector in this time has kept himself hidden very well, even from Veil, I at least know where the Collector or Dr. Sikke Hahn as he is known by. Plus, if I take him out, then there is a possibility the past me will have a few more years of life if he isn't constantly putting stress on his body," Aron said, seeing hope in Henry's eyes.

"If that happens, I will owe you a lot..."

"You don't owe me anything, Henry, I'm doing this for family. So you needn't thank me," Aron said with a fatherly smile. "Who knows, I might get to poop on my own self if he lives long enough for me to be born," he joked with himself.

"Oh, I can see that now, Dad cursing something fierce and you just laughing away," Henry said, chuckling at the image in his head.

"Well, Veil, what do you think can the suit be altered or not?" Aron asked as he looked up at Veil's camera while her android body was upstairs - Doing what? - he would rather not know.

"No, father, it would impart weaknesses into the suit, I would advise making a new one or altering your coat to add the needed protection to it."

"No, we can't alter the coat; it has everything the suit needs to operate correctly. We'll just make a new suit and disassemble the other one and add its thread to it," Aron stated after some thought, looking at the suit that was hanging in the booth.

"Very well, Father, I will begin preparing the suit. How thick should I make the shielding?"

"Enough to counteract 2000 milli-rems for an hour, think that will do, don't you? Don't think the fight will last that long," Aron asked, seeking her opinion on the matter.

"If what you told me is true, then yes, that would be optimal. You aren't leaving me behind like last time, are you?" Veil inquired, reminding him of how he had first found his original suit.

"Not this time, Veil, this time you're going to have a hand in defeating the man that killed me," Aron stated, wondering if her android body was smiling at the moment. It had taken him and the rest a bit of time to get used to her showing emotion like she had been doing since she reached that stage of her development.

"Thank you, father. You don't know how much that means to me."

"Like I'd leave you out, the horror!" Aron spoke, smiling up at her camera.

"The suit will take four hours to complete."

"Alright, gives me time to get the other things I need done before this little trip down memory lane," Aron said before walking out of the lab and to the elevator. Inserting the nanotube key into the slot and headed down to level three. There was no way he was going to take Henry into battle with him. So he needed a way to get there quickly, and why not his war bike, as he was calling it in his head.

"Honey?" Aminah called out as she stepped off the elevator and onto the third level. Seeing how she found a spare key one day in the lab on level two. She only used it if Aron was working too intensely and knew he needed a break. Plus, she wasn't about to damage his trust in her if he thought she was sneaking down there to tinker with his gizmos. "Aron!" she called out once again when no answer met her.

"Veil, what's the deal with this thing? I've checked everything it should be functioning." Her interest was pegged as she heard his voice off in the distance. Seeing how most of the third level was mostly open due to the spaceship. Something she still couldn't believe they had. So unless it was one of the labs, she knew he would be out in the open. However, with all the more larger inventions of his past self made, they were just too large to move up the elevator to store them in the vault.

"Ah, that one, yes, even father couldn't get that one to work."

"Oh... yeah, I can understand that that kind of thing you do need very sensitive components for?" Her mind raced as she ambled across the floor towards the sound of his voice. Aminah could feel her dew starting to coat her labia while listening to him. How she couldn't wait to get her hands on that invention and help him fix it. "Do you think we can get it done before we leave?"

"I do not know, father I do not have all the variables I need to make a calculated solution for you."​