Incest/Taboo Sky High After Dark

"Ah, good thinking, I don't want it losing power and get dumped out somewhere in the timeline," Aron said from over his shoulder as he went to fetch the board. Wondering how Hitler would take the news that his superpowered army was now nothing more than wishful thinking. "Now, before we go back to my time, I need you to take me home," he stated as he climbed onto the board and rested his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Right, Mom should be taking care of me right about now, so there shouldn't be anyone down in the base, so you should be good to do whatever you're going to do," Henry replied, thinking back to his childhood years. Feeling Aron softly squeezing his shoulder silently telling him he was ready. The sonic boom that broke out behind him as he broke the sound barrier, reaching speeds no man-made device has yet to achieve. He was pushing himself hard so Aron wouldn't suffer any ill effects due to the two of them in the same time frame.

"Wait here, catch your breath, I won't be more than a few minutes," Aron said, getting a nod out of Henry. His footsteps echoed off the tunnel walls as he jogged down the nearly quarter-mile tube. The distance was needed to retard the jet engines enough to not go crashing into the wall.

"Father?" Aron looked up at the speakers, wondering why she sounded different than what she did in his suit's speakers. Was it due to the technology of that day, or was it due to the evolution she has undergone? He didn't have a clue.

"Yes, Veil?"

"Why are you here? You're supposed to be in Europe. I know you're in Europe, yet my sensors indicate you are Father. Why is that?"

"Shh," holding a finger up to lips, "don't tell anyone; I need you to keep this a secret, mmmkay?"

"A secret even from you?"

"Mmmhmm, even me," Aron nodded as he walked towards his lab. Punching in the door code, reaffirming to Veil that he was indeed her marker. He would have placed the items where Veil kept the sheets for the hideaway bed, yet he couldn't risk Carol finding out about it. He didn't know if she knew about the degradation of his cells in this timeline, so he didn't want his other self coming home to a very scared wife. He could already feel himself haunting his own self. "Veil?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to do me a favor," Aron said, opening up the door that hid the safe from curious minds.

"Of course, Father. I'm more than happy to help you in any way."

"I know you are, but it's always polite to ask first; remember that. Anyway, I need you to remind me to check the safe when I get back, whenever that would be," Aron said as he set the small bottle he stored the six pills in on top of a folded note and the results he had printed out so his counterpart could determine if it was worth the risk or not. Beside it, he set the velvet bag down, hearing the uncut diamonds shifting as they settled onto the floor of the safe. Closing it back up and pulling out the nano-key, hearing the locks reengaging as he pocketed the key and closed the door.

"Yes, Father, I will remind you."

"And Veil?"

"Yes?"

"Be good, and I do love you, remember that," Aron said as he walked out of the lab.

"You ready to head back?" Henry asked as Aron approached him.

"Yeah, we're pushing it as is," Aron agreed as he noted how little time they had left before he theorized it would start to happen.

"Hang on, I'll get you home, Dad," Henry said before zipping off.

Aron groaned in pain from the long flight back to the States and the equally long car ride home. The door of his enhanced 1938 Ford Roadster closed loudly in his exhaustion. He knew it would be extremely hard to live, given what was happening to his cells. He just didn't think everyday would be a challenge just to get up. His eyes moved over the command center as memories of a time that didn't exist any longer played out in his mind. Knowing soon, he would be joining them.

"Father?"

"Yes, Veil?" Aron responded, keeping the pain from his voice.

"You wanted me to remind you to check your safe the moment you got home." Aron's hackles stood on end when Veil told him that since he didn't give her such instructions. She was still young for an AI. So, she would only follow his or Carol's commands. His hand went to his holster as he carefully made his way to his lab. His eyes searched every inch of his lab before he even dared to take a step in it. He knew the only person that could open that safe was his own self. Nothing in that time could cut through the metal he had constructed the safe out of. He wondered if how he had arrived in the past that it had ripped a tear in the multiverse and it was leaking out into his time. So he knew he was dealing with another version of himself. The question was, was the person that was in his lab a good or an evil version of himself. Aron stared dumbfoundedly at the small bottle, the stack of papers, and a small velvet bag. Items he knew weren't there before. Pulling out the bottle and papers, looking down as a folded piece of paper floated down to the floor. Setting the items on the counter and bent down, plucking the paper off the floor.

Dear Me,

Yes. I am you, and you are me. Yet you're from another timeline that no longer exists because of what you did. You had to know that would have been the result. You are me, after all. So, since you altered the timeline for me, I thought I would return the favor. When you sent me home and what you told me about how you lost your powers...

Aron stared down at his own handwriting, albeit a little bit more rushed in the pen strokes. If he was understanding correctly then that would mean what he had been working on for so long worked. Reaching over, picking up the bottle pondering why he would leave it here.

Upon my return to my own time, I began to ponder your situation. I think I've found a solution for you. It's not a complete reversal. I don't think even we are smart enough to understand the physics involved in your condition. Along with this note, the bottle contains six pills I created that will bring your cells into alignment of sorts with your age. If my results are correct, one a day will be sufficient. I'm sorry, I tried to see about restoring your powers... the results were inconclusive. So I don't know if they will return or if only a portion of them will. Yet the pills will stop your cells' degradation permanently. If you play your cards right, you can live to a ripe old age. Also, you know how we are supposed to die. We are Void. Yet that doesn't have to be the end result. In the pocket I left you, I included the formula for the thread you need to counter his radiation field. Two thousand will be enough to counter act it if you're quick enough. In the bag, you will find a hundred or so uncut diamonds. You know the prices better than I do for your time, so use them to take care of Carol and the kids. This is goodbye; I hope you have a good life.

Aron simply smirked in pride of his own self. He knew his future self knew the risk of coming back in time. While the question that would bug him all his life would never be answered, and he was okay with that. He knew if he went poking at it, he might undo things.

"Veil?" Aron called out as he spread out the data his other self had left for him.

"Yes, Father?"

"I need you to calculate the total sum of twenty pounds of uncut diamonds while I go over this," Aron directed as he peered down at the figures that were staring up at him. He knew what his other self was talking about was technology that wasn't in existence at the time as he went over how his other self described the process of creating the pills. So he could be sure that his other self had taken every step to ensure it was safe, or as safe as ingesting liquid smart metal to bond on the molecular level as it was programed to do. There was the risk of heavy metal poisoning if he followed through with it, nonetheless, as he read over his results and the projections he had made. If it did induce poisoning, given the time scale needed to kill him from it, he would be in his eighties when that would happen. He didn't falter as he unscrewed the top of the bottle and popped a pill into his mouth, chomping down on it as instructed to crack the casing of the pill.

"Yes, Father, it will take ten minutes to calculate."

"Dad, what's happening?!" Henry stammered worryingly as he watched how his body began to fade from existence.

"We changed history, Henry; you never came to the future. Everything we did never happened. Goodbye, Henry. I love you, grandpa," Aron said sincerely, seeing the surprise in his eyes before his body finally faded from his reality. He stumbled slightly as the flood of new memories invaded his mind. While some things were different or not as he remembered them, yet his time had progressed as it should have. "Veil?" he spoke, biting back his throbbing headache.

"Yes, Void?"

"Send the bike for me; I'm going to just rest here for a minute," Aron groaned as the world around him spun like mad.

"Yes, Father, should I alert the others?"

"No, they wouldn't know what I'm talking about anyway," Aron said, resting his head against the trunk of the tree he had taken shelter under.

Lyla had been listening in to the conversation between Aron and Veil. How you ask when Veil was on the other side of the level she was on getting her workout in before she when on patrol with her family. She always morphed her ear drums to keep her aware of anyone coming towards her whenever she was alone. When she heard Veil speak Aron's name and how exhausted Aron seemed to be which was weird to her given how he's been missing for a few weeks. She was on the move before Veil had even asked her question. She knew if he was working alone then he had to have been at Sara's place. They all had thought Aron had left to think things over from the huge argument he and their mother had out. Nothing they did could find a trace of him, and they called in lots of favors with other heroes in their search for him. Then there was the oddity of Veil's mainframe going dark, yet the only interaction they had with Veil was through her android body. It sort of reminded her of how the base was when they thought Aron was dead.

"Send me the coordinates, Veil!" Lyla shouted as she hoped on Aron's jet bike. Hitting the afterburner, rocketing down the tunnel, angling skywards once she was out. Pressing down on the left airbrake, hitting the burner once again, causing the bike to do a complete one-eighty. Her crimson hair whipped behind her as she raced towards Aron's homing beacon. She would have used her powers to fly; however, something was wrong with her. Something was different within her. She didn't want to assume anything; she had already set up an appointment with her doctor. One of the few people who knew her true image. Hoping off the bike when she brought it down for a landing. She brought herself to a halt when he didn't move at the sound of the engine shutting down or her footsteps. Leaning over him with her ear to his nose, hearing the soft breaths he normally released when he was asleep. She wasn't about to miss out on this. She knew once they got home, they wouldn't let him out of their sights for weeks, months if need be.

Twilight had descended on the city of Metaville when Aron had awoken from his slumber. Aron wondered as he began to stir if that was the way of his mind absorbing the new memories that he had gained. His eyebrow rose when he noted how Lyla was resting on his chest. However, he couldn't pull his gaze away from how subtle her lips looked to him.

"You know, even with the mask on, I know when you're looking at me," Lyla cooed softly as her eyes slowly opened as she came to from her nap. "I've missed you," she whispered as she rolled up his mask and passionately kissed him. "Where have you been?"

"Huh?" Aron muttered, confused.

"You've been gone for nearly three weeks; we've been so worried about you," Lyla said, pressing her breasts into his chest to show how much she missed him.

"Huh, seems leaping that far; there was bound to be errors," Aron uttered offhandedly, not paying his sister's confused look any heed.

"So, where have you been?" Lyla asked once again.

"Technically, nowhere," Aron said as he pushed himself off the ground.

"You going to explain?" Lyla huffed as she crossed her arms below her breasts, causing them to bounce as she did.

"Nope," Aron said as he walked towards the bike.

"Aron, you know you're going to have to tell us; you honestly think Aminah or Tazia are going to let you walk away from them, or Jill? You are going to tell us where you have been all this time," Lyla said, climbing onto the back of the bike. "You owe us that much," she uttered, pressing her orbs into his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Aron stated as he went through the startup sequence.

"You never know, Aron, I just might," Lyla said sweety as she rested her cheek against his back.

Aminah and Tazia were waiting for them while Veil was watching the children. With not-too-pleased looks on their faces as Aron brought the bike down for a landing. Their eyes scanned the suit Aron was wearing; it was not like his normal suit. It was too bulky for starters. They knew Aron put no armor in his suit; he didn't need to. Then concern had replaced their anger when they worried about who he had to face that required him to use armor. However, when Aron had first disappeared they agreed that Tazia would be the one that would slap him, seeing how Aminah would break her hand if she did so. Tazia's slap rang out in a metal ping, seeing Aron rolling his jaw when she had put some of her strength into it.

"That's from me and Aminah; you do not get to disappear on us, ever!" Tazia shouted before she leapt the gap between them and wrapped him in her embrace. "Don't ever do that again, baby. I was so worried about you. You know how much Henry has been upset by this?" Their lips parting was overshadowed by Aminah's form before she got her welcome home in as well.

"You are going to have to explain to us, why you disappeared as you did," Jill said as she exited the cab of the elevator. She ambled up to him and wouldn't let him go for a good solid five minutes. "I get that you might not want to tell all the others. It might be something they won't be able to accept. But we, as your wives, deserve to know where you have been all this time, or you can forget about seeing our beds any time soon," she uttered, giving Aron their ultimatum. She felt her womanhood throb when Aron simply ruffled his auburn hair, and the way he couldn't look her in the eye made him rather hot at that moment. "Daddy," her voice took on a purr as she pressed her womanly body against his, "you know you can tell me anything, and I won't ever tell a soul," she spoke, trying to entice him.

"I was rewriting my past; you and I need to talk alone," Aron said in all seriousness. He had checked his phone to reassure himself that Carol's message to Jill was still there and hadn't been erased when he changed his past. He did live long enough to bury Carol before he, too, joined her, or that was what his new found memories were telling him.

"Explain," Aminah hissed, knowing the implications of what he has done. Her eyes glanced down when Aron softly laid his hand over hers when she had taken hold of his arm.

"Henry came here, to this time, asked for my help, we went back, I killed Red Scare and tossed him into the sun, went back to the thirties, took out a Nazi scientist that would later become one of the reasons for my early death, along with a host of other crimes he committed over the years," Aron stated, seeing their eyes glossing over when he said all that.

"What are you talking about? I don't remember any of that ever happening; I would know since you told me everything," Jill huffed, not believing a word of it.

"Of course, you wouldn't; the moment I returned back here, the whole timeline shifted to accommodate the new reality, hence why none of you believes a word I'm saying," Aron said, seeing how Tazia, Jill, Lyla not believing him while Aminah while struggling with what he was saying he could see that she understood what he was saying.

"If what you say is true, then show me this thing we need to talk about," Jill stated, calling his bluff.

"Alright, thought you might want to watch this in private," Aron uttered, shrugging his shoulders and pulling out his phone. Bringing up the video Carol had made before he left for the past, turning it around to face her and tapping play as he did.

"Hello, my sweet girl," Jill's hands flew to her mouth at the image of her mother, albeit an older version of her, "I know you; you're hurting being in a time where we, the people who love you the most, aren't with you. You have no idea how hard it was to watch over you, yet never able to touch my sweet daughter like I've done since you were born. More so now that your father has past, nonetheless, the Aron of your time told me he was able to provide a cure for you and that you will live a healthy life from now on. I can go to my grave, happy that you will get better and better. I know how much you loved your father and me, more so with your father," Carol winked into the camera, telling her daughter she knew all along, "anyway, that's in the past; you have your entire future set out before you. The Aron of the future seems just as reckless as your father was at that age; I'll leave his care in your very capable hands..." Jill snatched the phone out of Aron's hand and ran off to his lab to watch the rest alone while tears streamed down her cheeks.

"So... you weren't lying," Lyla stammered, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

"No, I did tell you; you wouldn't believe me," Aron said, walking towards the changing room.

"Aron?" Tazia called out to him as she and the others watched Aron stripping out of his suit. "Can you forgive us?"

"What for?"

"For slapping you," Tazia said apologetically.

"You have a valid reason for the slap; I'd slap you too if you just disappeared for weeks on end," Aron said, hanging up his suit, setting it aside, knowing he probably would never wear that version again.

"So... Dad came here?" Aminah asked as she and Lyla entered the changing room after Tazia.

"He did," Aron nodded as he grabbed the jeans he kept in his locker, so he wasn't walking through the base and his house in his underwear.

"And he needed help to deal with this 'Red Scare' fellow, whoever that was," Lyla said in confusion.

"Sort of; I did the fighting since, in his time, the Heroes that had fought him before me died suddenly in mid-fight without an outer sign of a wound. Before all this happened I had detected a radioactive signature and crossed reference it to what the government had. I can't tell you how I know this, just that it did match up to one of the Chazr Kingdom's secret programs of the era that they had managed to sneak out of their borders," Aron said as his shirt brushed down his chest.

"And this program of theirs had to do with this person?" Aminah asked, pondering how much had changed from the timeline he remembered and lived to the one he was in now.

"It did; in the battle between the two of them, I wounded the man to the point of death by the time the radiation killed me. When the Chazrians recovered his remains, they turned him into a very crude cyborg. So Veil made that for me before Henry took me back with him. Then went to the 30s and took out a man that needed to die," Aron said sternly.

"And why did this man need to die so badly?" Tazia asked with a pointed look.

"In the war, he was stealing powers from innocent people, in essence murdering them, since taking their powers would kill them. That just the tip of his crimes I could uncover before my jaunt back in time," Aron answered truthfully. "Now, where are Henry and Nettie?" he asked, wanting to have as much time with them before they headed off to bed.

"In the living room playing with Veil," Aminah stated, turning her head when she heard Jill's loud wail of sorrow. She was about to go comfort her, however, Aron's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Nothing you say will take away what she's going through; just give her a moment to process what she's just heard. At least that's what Carol told me to do when we... talked," Aron said, hoping they didn't delve into what happened while he was in the past.

"But someone needs to go comfort her, Aron. I'm not..."

"Why do you assume I'm going to leave her alone?" Aron retorted, cutting Aminah off, causing her cheeks to redden. "I'm just giving her space to cry."

"That's uncalled for, Aron," Aminah pouted, hurt evident in the sound of her voice.

"Sorry, Aminah, I didn't mean for it to sound harsh," Aron apologized. ,

"Show me that you mean it," Aminah said, puckering out her lips to him. Grinning madly in her mind as, she felt her sister's burning glare at the kiss in between them. "I forgive you," she said softly as her eyes fluttered, sucking on her lower lip as she backed away.

"Let me go check on Jill..."

"You don't need to, Papa," Jill sniffled from the doorway, wiping away her tears with the heel of her left hand while she clutched Aron's phone in her right. She didn't waste a moment when Aron walked up to her and wrapped her in his arms. She buried her face into his chest as Aron lightly rubbed her back affectionately. "When you saw her, how was Mom?"

"In pain and sorrow, at the time, it had been a few years since my death, and you were locked away in your cryosleep; she was having a hard time with it. One of the reasons I went back was to change my past. However much I wanted to tell them how to cure you, yet I was already changing so much that I couldn't risk informing them about Zeb. If I did, it could cause so many problems I can't even begin to ponder," Aron said, hoping she wasn't too upset with him.

"I know, but you brought me something I thought I would never experience again," Jill said sweetly, rising up and placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"Come," Tazia cooed, her fingertips skimmed down the palm of his hand before her fingers interweaved with his. "Let's go see our babies."

"Aron?!" Vera gasped at the sight of her son as he, along with her sisters, Jill and her daughter as they stepped out of the elevator. She didn't even hesitate to jump from her seat on the couch and rush over to her son. "Oh baby, I thought you left us," she whispered as she hugged her son tightly.

"Aron, I know you're a grown man and all, yet where have you been?" Noah asked as he stood behind his wife.

"In the past," Aron said truthfully.

"Do what?!" Neil mumbled; he, along with the rest of them, thought Aron was against such things.

"And what were you doing in the past?" Chery asked with a pointed look.

"Fixing things the best I could, righting somethings that shouldn't have happened," Aron said vaguely.

"That doesn't explain anything!" Carl uttered, getting to his feet.

"Aron, you just can't say that and not think we wouldn't ask these questions," Isabel said from her seat beside Troy.

"You can ask that doesn't mean I'm going to answer, some things you really don't need to know," Aron said, walking towards the exit to go play with his children.

"Aron, you can't keep things from us," Vera stated sternly as she placed her hands on her hips in a huff.

"As I've said, some things you don't need to know, the ones that you do, I've already told. Some things in my life aren't up for discussion, no matter who you are," Aron said from over his shoulder as he peered back at his mother. "I am allowed to have my own personal life that doesn't necessarily mean I need to divulge everything to you."

"Aron, I didn't mean it like that!" Vera called after him as he walked down the hall.

Aron stood in the doorway of the secondary living room as he watched Veil playing with Henry and Nettie, more so with Henry than Nettie. Nettie was just gumming her building block and laughing around it at the two of them. Seeing how protective she was over them without appearing to do so. Her eyes glanced up; the smile she had on her lips did warm his heart. He did wonder how she would react to upholding his vow to take her with him. It was when she pointed toward him that he was assaulted by the squeals of joy by his children at the sight of him.

"Hey," Aron cooed lovingly as he picked up Nettie, who had ambled over to him. Smiling up at her adorable face as her little hands patted his cheeks before her arms wrapped around his neck as he held her close to him. Cooing to his daughter as he rocked her as she spoke into his mind. Henry quickly crawled up his legs when he sat down on the couch. Who, too, hugged his father as Henry stood in his lap.

"See," Tazia's voice filled his right ear as she leaned over the back of the couch, "I told you; we missed you," she purred before placing a kiss on his right cheek. "Didn't we, Henry?" she said as her hand brushed along the back of her son's head. Henry nodded in agreement.

"Never doubted you didn't," Aron said, noticing that his son wasn't wearing the suit he made for him. Feeling his son controlling his strength, which he was very proud of. It showed him Henry took what he said very seriously.

"And Nettie wouldn't go to sleep for the longest time without you here," Aminah stated as she came to sit down beside him. Smiling impishly at her daughter who voiced her objection to her telling that to her father.

"That so?" Aron mused, suppressing his smile at how cute Nettie was acting as she shook her head.

"So Papa, will you tell us what happened or what you and Mom talked about?" Jill asked, moving around the couch to sit down beside his unclaimed side.
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