"A locker room doesn't enter into it?" The girl beside him finished, blinking owlishly at the rest of the gathered teenagers. She stretched out, rocking on her heels for a moment, before turning to face him properly, and he took a moment to admire her petite figure and pixie-cut red hair.

"Mark." He introduced, offering a hand and a winning smile, the 'I know more than you, and I love it' grin he'd inherited from his mother, along with his freckles. "How you doing?"

"Sara." She smiled back, visibly checking him out. "And that's my line."

"There is an 98% chance that you are directly related." A slightly tinny voice called from nearby, causing them both to reluctantly acknowledge the rest of the room. The speaker, an obviously mechanical girl with blonde hair and pale features, ceased staring at them and resumed observing the room.

"Like... First cousins? Second cousins?" Trevor asked, mentally trying to shake his own family tree and see who fell out.

"Half-siblings." The gynoid replied without missing a beat.

"Does anyone else hear banjos?" The tall, athletic-looking dark-skinned girl by the door snarked, to the laughter of the rest of those present.

"Unless I'm mistaken, I believe everyone here is a half-sibling, genetically." The gynoid continued.

"And you?" The shortest of the bunch, a boy with almost feminine features and dull brown hair, asked.

"One of my creators is Taylor Hebert." The robot girl blinked, watching as everyone sucked in a breath.

"That would be my mom." Sara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Our mom, I take it."

"Damn... Surrounded by hotties, and all of them are my long-lost sisters." The short boy sighed. "Oh... Uh... I'm Trevor."

"Like Neville's Toad?" The redheaded girl next to him asked, beaming. He stepped back, taken off guard by the sheer aura of niceness rolling off of the girl, and taking a moment to take in her model-like beauty.

"Uh... Wait, what?" Trevor muttered.

"Neville Longbottom? Harry Potter?" The girl explained slowly.

"Yes, I get the reference but... That's really the first thing you came up with? Neville's toad?" Trevor sighed.

"What? He was the best character, though he should have been in Hufflepuff." She explained, as if it was obvious. "Hufflepuff is the best house."

"Right... And you are?" Trevor asked, silently thanking himself that such an 'interesting' girl was off limits.

"Oh, right. I'm Elizabeth." She grinned, seizing his hand and shaking it firmly.

"This is getting absurd. Let's just introduce ourselves... And say who our parents are. I'm Marissa." The dark-skinned girl sighed, stepping away from the wall.

"I think we're forgetting something..." The shortest girl, a blonde with a smattering of freckles on her cheeks, smiled. "Where are we?"

"A locker room?" Trevor asked.

"Uh... Does the Winslow Hornets mean anything to anyone?" The girl continued, waving at the logo on the far wall.

"Mom used to go there." Elizabeth spoke up, blinking in shock. "But the school was trashed. Wait... Why are we in Brockton Bay?"

"I think the more pressing concern is when are we?" A young man spoke up, drawing attention towards himself for the first time. Tall, confident, sporting a leather jacket and rough jeans, even still he flinched slightly at being the center of attention. "I mean... If the school is still standing-"

"According to the internet..." The Gynoid spoke up. "It is currently December 2nd, 2010."

"What the-" At once the ten teenagers fell into shocked muttering, glancing around at the surroundings.

"This just keeps getting stranger." Mark muttered.

"Oh shit!" Sara shouted. "The locker!"

"The locker?" Trevor replied, looking a bit put out. "The locker!"

"Got it!" Marissa called, waving her hand. The door to the nearest locker rippled slightly, taking on a foggy black appearance. The others turned to stare at her, and she shrugged. "What? Like you all don't have powers..."

"Good enthusiasm, wrong locker." Mark sighed, facepalming.

"Fuck off, she never told me which one was hers..." Marissa snapped back.

"It's that one. She's still inside of it." Trevor gestured, the gynoid quickly stepping up and pulling the entire door off of its hinges.

The contents spilled out with a terrible squelching sound, and Taylor Hebert hit the floor, completely catatonic and covered in filth. "Mom!" The short girl all but squealed, grabbing the traumatized young teenager and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.

"Uh... That can't be sanitary." Mark muttered, looking on in horror.

"Should we be calling an ambulance?" The boy in the leather jacket asked, scratching awkwardly at the back of his head.

"I have already arranged for such a thing." The gynoid replied.

* * *

"So..." Marissa spoke slowly, eyeing the others with a cool interest. They had all gathered in the outdoor court of the hospital, partly out of fear of leaving their collective mother alone. "I'll go first, I guess. My name is Marissa Hess, my mom is Taylor, and my... Well, my other mom is Sophia Hess."

"How does that work?" Sara asked, raising a hand. "I mean, not the sex part, or the romance part, but..."

"Oh, there's lots of ways to produce a baby from even a few small genetic samples." The short blonde girl replied, beaming. "Uh... Continue, though."

Marissa sighed, then nodded. "Right... I play lacrosse, I run for fun, and I like sweet food. I don't like chauvinists, or people who gripe about unfairness. My powers let me make anything but myself, up to a certain mass, intangible."

"Oh, oh, me next!" Elizabeth called, waving her hand in the air. "I'm Elizabeth Hebert. My mom is Taylor, my other mom is Emma-"

"Okay seriously, how many of you have two moms?" Sara asked, sighing as eight of the ten teenagers present raised their hands. "Fair enough..."

"My other mom is Emma Barnes." Elizabeth continued. "I like shopping, reading and hanging out with my friends. I dislike most movie adaptations of books, people who take too long to text back, and kale. My powers let me network people together, allowing them to function with perfect teamwork."

"Perfect-Okay then..." Marissa sighed. "The Friendship Queen has spoken, I guess."

"Wait... You're Emma's daughter..." Sara stated slowly, rounding on Marissa. "And you're... How the heck did your moms wind up hooking up with Taylor? I mean... If they were guys, I could imagine a one night stand of angry hate-sex but..."

Marissa shrugged, not at all looking bothered by the image. "They worked things out. I mean, it didn't happen overnight, at least with my mom, but... They wound up working together a lot, and grudging respect became..."

"Lots of angry sex..." Mark surmised.

"Moving on... Mark?" Sara prompted.

"Fine. I'm Mark Hebert..." He paused. "I'm guessing a lot of us have Taylor's last name, huh? Anyways, my moms are Taylor and Lisa Wilbourn. I like martial art movies, most types of music, and..." He trailed off, muttering 'anime' under his breath, before continuing at full volume. "I dislike spoilers, bullshit plot-twists and pointless rules. My powers are a limited form of combat precognition, letting me know what my enemies are going to do next, as well as super-reflexes."

"I'll go next, I guess. I'm Trevor." Trevor paused to wave. "My moms are Taylor and Missy Byron."

"Wow, robbing the cradle there Taylor?" Marissa smirked.

"Guh... They were in their twenties when they got together!" Trevor waved. "Besides, they're only like three years apart. Anyways... I like hiking, camping and trying new food. I dislike being cooped up indoors for too long, loud music and long lines. My powers let me warp space for me alone, making the path between any two points a straight line, so long as it isn't completely obstructed."

"Sara Cockburn." Sara waved awkwardly. "My dad is Dennis Cockburn."

"Clockblocker?" Mark snickered. "Wait, Clockblocker's last name is Cockburn?"

"Why do you think he never gives it out?" Sara sighed. "Anyways, yes, my dad is that Dennis. I like jokes, action movies, and history. I dislike being treated as a first aid kit, being coddled, and jokes about my name. My powers let me reverse time on people and things, up to a certain point. I can't turn someone into a child, but I can undo injuries."

"Nifty..." Mark nodded. "Who wants to go next?"

"I will." The short blonde girl volunteered. "I'm Clair Hebert, surprise surprise. My moms are Taylor and Riley..."

"I'm not familiar with any Rileys..." Marissa replied, eyes narrowing.

"Ah, well..." Clair fidgeted. "It's not a big deal, really... I mean, they're in love, and happy, that's all that matters right?" She laughed nervously. "You... May know my mom as Bonesaw."

"Did... You mean... That Bonesaw?" Marissa shouted, rising to her feet as several of the others did too.

"No! I mean, yes but... It's not really a big deal is it? I'm not her and well... Even if you met my mom, you'd like her I think. She changed, once she left those psychos behind..." Clair explained.

"Your mom was one of those psychos." Mark pointed out slowly.

"Well... Yeah. Fuck, can I continue? Or are you all going to hate me because of that? I didn't have to tell you this, you know. But you're all technically my half-siblings." Clair pouted.

"It's fine, Clair." Elizabeth replied, speaking over the murmurs of the group. "Thank you for sharing that with us, we appreciate the level of trust you've shown us all. Don't we?"

Her glare had the rest of the teenagers nodding seriously. "Thanks..." Clair sighed. "Anyways, um... I like learning new things, and writing, and... Do we have to do three things, because there's a lot of things I like... Inventing things, I guess would be my third most favorite thing. I dislike... I dislike people who are judgmental, people that mock my hobbies, and people that aren't open-minded."

"Aren't those three things really similar?" Sara muttered.

"My powers... I'm a Tinker, and my specialty is in neuro-interfaces. I usually make prosthetics, but I can do power armor and drones too." Clair finished with a beam. "Oh, and I've been working on applying it to video games."

"Fantastic. Robo-girl, you're next." Marissa sighed, gesturing at the strangest member of the group.

"My name is Eve." The synthetic girl announced, her face moving into an almost honest-looking smile. "I was created by Dragon, in an attempt to create another AI that was not an exact copy of herself. She used Taylor Hebert as a basis for my personality, and Taylor helped in my development. As such, I consider both of them my mothers."

"That's... Pretty cool." Trevor admitted, openly inspecting Eve.

"I enjoy my freedom, learning new things, and perusing the internet with impunity. I dislike pointless restrictions, those who judge based on the origins of one's birth, and slang." She paused as a few of the siblings snickered. "I have a Tinker specialty in Recycling, turning things that are useless in a given situation into something useful and effective."

"Two Tinkers then... I doubt we'll have to worry about money, if we stick together." Mark mused. "Who's next? How 'bout one of you quiet guys?"

"Uh... I'm Santiago." The Hispanic boy with short dark curls waved, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "My mom's Taylor, my dad is Carlos."

"Heh... Did no version of Taylor hook up with Brian?" Mark snickered. "S-sorry, continue."

"I like football, painting, and... I'm sort of a momma's boy." Santiago admitted. "I don't like bullies, sweet things, or swimming. My powers... If I ever get injured, an uninjured copy of me appears. After a while, if I don't create any more, all but the least injured copy disappear. Otherwise, I'm completely normal."

"Not too shabby." Marissa nodded, then gestured to the truly androgynous figure sitting nervously away from everyone else. "You next."

The teen squirmed a bit, features visibly shifting as attention was focused on them. "I'm Max." They murmured, blushing heavily. "My mums are Amy and Taylor."

"Panacea's kid?" Elizabeth spoke up. "Damn..."

"Um... I like... Uh... I like classical music, open spaces, and helping others. I dislike people with 'opinions' about me, greedy people, and... Tomatoes." Max continued.

"N-not to sound rude, Max..." Sara began, speaking slowly and eyeing the others. "But are you a... Boy?"

Max fidgeted, blushing even harder. "A-at the moment? No... I uh... I have a Changer power. And, I can give people these sort of mutations that give them minor powers. Like, I can let people shoot fire from their wrists, or fly for short periods of time."

"Sweet." Trevor grinned, not at all bothered by Max's apparently gender-fluid nature.

"That leaves me I guess." The tall boy in the leather jacket grumbled in a deep voice. Reaching up, he ran a hand through his short bleached hair. "May as well get it over with. My name's Lucien. My moms are Rachel and Taylor. I can give minor powers to any non-human animal I touch and control them for a short time."

"What about likes and dislikes?" Elizabeth prompted.

"Uh... I don't like people that pry." He shrugged, wilting under her hopeful gaze. "Alright fine... I like... Motorcycles, and explosions... And animals. I dislike people that abuse animals, and people who get on my case about my pets."

"Fair enough..." Marissa nodded. "So, first order of business. We're stuck in the past, what do we do?"

The assembled siblings paused, glancing at one another, and remained silent.

"Alright, real-talk?" Marissa spoke up. "Things are pretty decent now, aside from, you know... Taylor hating my mom and Liz's mom." Elizabeth flinched at that, but nodded. "I doubt she's even met your parents yet, but that'll happen in time. Still, the world isn't ending. I, for one, don't want Mom to be the one to go saving it this time. Not alone, at least. She's badass, but..."

"She barely made it the first time..." Lucien spoke up, hands balling into fists in his lap. "So lets take care of the problems before they become problems."

"As heroes?" Sara asked, glancing at the others. "I mean, a lot of your parents..."

"As independents." Elizabeth replied. "We'll make our own team. Mom can even join it, instead of being forced to go it alone."

"I'm too used to listening to her for her not to be the team leader..." Mark sighed. "I mean, we're going to tell her, right? She's going to flip the fuck out."

"About some of us more than others." Clair pouted.