“So, I know it's not really my place to question...” the young man resembling Apollo said, brushing some of his flame hair from his face, as the Photon's floated down past his ears.

“But, what's really our “Point”?” He shrugged and looked at the others. The teenager dressed in leather rubbed his thumb and forefinger across the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Shut up, for god sakes, you're embarrassing us.” Morpheus wasn't going to brook much of this for long. Despite their “apparent status” in Jenny's mind, he didn't want to be diddling his time away on that flame-brained idiot. He was more interested in the women below.

“So then,” Morpheus directed their attention downwards.

“We're here because my Dads and the others are useless. We're here because I want you to be. I made you all to be the teenage versions of my family, because I am sick to death of them telling me I am only a kid, when I can feel the Earth getting raped, and the Thousand, Thousand human beings shooting each other in their stupid fucking faces. I want to make the world realise they're fucking stupid, and I want to do it with people behind me who don't punch someone in the face, and then return home to make sure their new botox kit has arrived to cover the exhaustion they feel from doing coke off the back of a hooker, or something.” She balled her fists, and the bile practically spat from her lips.

“Right On,” Architect said, crossing his arms over his bare chest and winking at Jenny.

“More importantly, I want to experience everything my family does, from the point of view of something who doesn't shit itself after it's eaten.” She lit up a cigarette, and handed it over to Maker, whose glowing form manifest a large metallic hand to receive the burning end.

“Right, so we're going to just go back to Earth and be Authority Two, then? Doesn't that seem a bit pointless?” the Resident asked, running a hand through her blue hair, feeling the Century City turn underneath her and gasp for breath.

“No, we're going our own way, first. There are things I need to set in order with my life, things to avenge from previous lives. I've got a mental list here...”

“So, what's the first thing?” the Resident asked. The only member who'd said nothing so far was Hummingbird, who remained in the back ground, quietly watching.

“First thing is we test ourselves. Seems cliché, I know, but I really want to see how well we do against ourselves, you know? I'm supposed to be more powerful than my previous incarnation, so I wanna see if that's true or not.”

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“Whoa,” Angie managed to mouth, as they walked towards the enormous towers above them.

“Jesus,” Hawksmoor added

“What you see is what you get, Kiddies. Welcome to Century City.”

She spat the cigarette onto the ground and pushed it into the dust with her heel.

“Welcome to the Land of naked women, retards and living embodiments of time periods what won't change.” She opened her arms in a big gesture, and while facing away from the group, extended both of her middle fingers to swear at them.

“Now get a fucking wriggle on, yeah? We ain't got all day here.” She waved a hand forwards, and started to walk towards the massive city, lighting another cigarette, as Hawksmoor walked faster than the others to Jenny.

“I didn't want to lead this thing, Jen. You know that.”

“It's Jenny, you horrible little womb-fart.” She smiled at him, and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Put it this way, Jack, I'd rather you lead the team that screwed me. So, you're doing good so far.”

“Better ask Angie if she agrees with that assessment.”

Jenny arched an eyebrow, and blew a plume of smoke into the weird ozone smelling atmosphere.

“Big things're coming your way, mate. The 21st century is a time for random shit, alright? My century we just worked out that medicine works better if you use drugs instead of sticking a stick up your arsehole and sucking off a frog, so you've got a long way to go yet.”

“We've lost it already, Jenny. Our Jenny seems to have gone missing,” Jack admitted, rubbing the back of his head. He really did prefer punching things rather than thinking things through. That was always Jenny's department. Her twisted little mind thought rings around most, mostly because of the nicotine and alcohol.

“Okay, lads. Before we enter the city, you gotta know this – Most of these girls're dying for a bit of dick, and since the only thing we have to offer is two fags and a guy whose cock looks like an industrial accident, I suggest you avoid eye-contact or letting on that you're about bums, more than front bums, Got me?” Jenny snorted and threw the remainder of her cigarette onto the ground, lighting another one almost instantly.

As they walked through the main gates of the city, it quickly began to resemble a miss match of every era ever. A bi-plane was lodged into a blimp, which was attached to the side of a massive pyramid. A cave network linked itself to a small village, which included a smith and naked women lining up outside.

Jenny looked over her shoulder and gave a filthy grin.

“Dildo repairs, boys.”

Jeron felt the colour drain from his face.

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“Right, so, Authoriteens Unite?” Helios suggested, turning to the others. They said nothing, Morpheus simply looked at his feet and Jenny had her lips pursed and her middle finger extended.

“Shut up, Glow boy. You're almost as boring as Dad.” She pushed past him and looked down on the city below. Her family had just entered, was it the right time to strike? Would it even be worth it?

“Oh Bollocks to it. Every generation there must be one...” she said before she leapt off the edge, her group following her.

Jenny Spark's looked upwards as the form of her sixteen year old counterpart shot downwards, the view up her ra-ra skirt was disturbing, even though she'd seen herself and her bits a thousand times. Jenny's converse shoes hit Spark's in the face, plowing her into the ground, and shooting spires of blood into the atmosphere.

The Authority stood to battle, looking upwards.

“I'll...” Apollo's voice was dragged away as the flaming form of Helios shot through the group hitting Apollo so hard his voice was knocked out from him and he finished his sentence sixteen miles away, skidding on his face while his teenage counterpart shot bursts of flames and light into his back, flaying skin and burning his flesh.

<Apollo's out, > Jack thought, as his counterpart dropped before him, and swung a punch towards his face.

Flipping through the air, Jack wheeled his legs and caught the African-American under the chin, flipping him back through the air.

<Just...Fucking hit them, > Jack offered as he landed in a crouch and ducked underneath a flying kick.

“Easier said than done,” Jeron whispered to himself, as the Resident manifested herself, the energy of a hydrothermal vent spewing from her eyes, as she lifted her hands and cast the change over him.

“Alchemical Treason, Thorndyke,” she spat, trying to alter his molecular structure. As he looked down and noticed the breasts, he bore his teeth and punched her square in the jaw.

“Dutch thunder, you little whore-bag.” He smiled through his now luscious lips, which tasted oddly of cherry.

“Why can't I touch you, you little shit?” Midnighter threw his fist forwards. He could see the moves before they could manifest. The fight should have ended four blows ago, as he should have punched the little bastard in the throat.

Instead his fist had glanced off the edge of his aura, not even touching his body.

<Forcefield? > he asked anyone who would listen, as he twisted through the air avoiding another karate kick from Morpheus, and letting fly a fist-full of shuriken.

“Frustrated?” his teenage double asked, spitting through the air, and cracking his fists.

“I'm going to piss in your broken eye socket you...” The fist shot past Midnighter's head, and he sighed. Today was a crap day.

<Not a forcefield, Midnighter,> Angie answered, her arm's chopping and changing from shields to barbs, through swords and guns, trying to catch a bead on the Maker.

The red form of the man shot forwards, his glowing fist hitting Angie in the stomach. She gasped for air, as her Nano-blood tried to heal her. She twisted in the air, massive machine guns launching from her shoulders and firing off hundreds of rounds into the Maker, whose glowing body simply allowed the bullets to pass through.

“You're blood makes you a machine. I don't have any blood,” He twisted through the air, his body elongating, as he opened his mouth wide, attempting to swallow Angie, who split in two, each version holding its mouth open.

“What the fuck are you?” she growled through the strain of holding its jaw wide. A red tinted eye-cover shut down over her left eye as she started to analyse the creature.

“You're human but you're...Christ, you're just made from Code. You don't have blood because you're made from code!” She gasped, as a fist shot from the throat and broke her nose, sending her flying from the jaw and into the ground below.

<It broke my nose!>

Shen looked below, her eyesight catching sight of Angie hitting the deck, skidding on the floor and grabbing her face in pain.

The Authority were getting whipped and Shen had no idea why. She banked and bore her claws towards the woman shooting through the air towards her, her own blonde wings beating faster than Shen's could ever hope to hit.

“Whoever you are, you're in for a damn good shock,” Shen hissed, as the woman stopped in front of her, hands held up.

“Surrender! I don't want to fight you.”

“I won't surrender to you,” Shen screeched and shot forwards. The Hummingbird banked out of the way, and shot backwards, avoiding Shen.

“No, No! I mean I Surrender! Christ!” She hung in the air, her arms still raised, and her blonde hair flowing with the wind.

“Oh, right. Well...What the hell do you want?” Shen asked, keeping her distance from the girl, who hung in the air while he wings did all the work.

“Jenny's gone a bit weird, I think,” She began, looking down at the scene below. By this point all the Jenny's from across history were piling onto the Spark's vs. Quantum battle, with steam and fire jets shooting into the air, along with electrical arcs, gunfire, arrows and steel.

“Really?” Shen asked, sarcastically.

“Really. She's just sort of… wanting us to lash out at everything. I know she's had a hard time, how can I not when we're made for her, but I just don't think this is the RIGHT way for us to do anything.” Hummingbird removed her goggles and gave Shen a tiny smile.

“I want to save the world, not break it and fix it.” She hung her head, and Shen moved forwards, taking her hand.

“Help us take out your friends, and we'll let you do that...”

“Hayley.”

“We'll let you do that Hayley.”

“STOP FUCKING GABBING!” The Authoriteens on a platform made by the Maker shot upwards, Helios punching Shen in the side of the head, sending her into a spiral fall towards the ground below.

“Sorry Shen, but I need you to stay out of this, come on Hummingbird.” Jenny waved for the Blonde woman, who replaced her goggles and shot behind the group. Maybe she could change it from within.

<This is a mass-message for the Authority, and all you little Jenny's down there. You're obsolete now, your centuries that have passed, and you're heroes that got old. You don't know what you're doing any more, and I'm getting fucking sick to death of staring at you trying to change the world, by beating up bad guys and trying to impose your opinions and bias. We can do a better job, and we WILL do a better Job. So stay out of the way, alright?>

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Jenny Spark's lit a cigarette, taking a puff from it, and wiping some blood off her nose.

“Well boys, you raised a goodun' there,” she said with a lot of sarcasm to her voice.

“Ugh...I feel like elephants are having a party in my head,” Apollo said, landing next to the others. Midnighter was clearly furious.

“How could we let ourselves get beaten like that? I mean, are you kidding me? They're barely out of shitting themselves and wearing Spider-Man Pyjama's.” He balled his fists and turned away from the group, walking back towards the Carrier.

“Midnighter, hold on.” Jenny held up her hand, and removed the cigarette from her mouth.

“Why the hell should I?” he asked, the others looking between the heated exchange. He walked back up to Jenny and poked a finger in her face.

“You died, and you left. End of. Now, If you don't mind, I want to be getting on with our proper work and not whatever stupid fucking mandate you want to dish out on us, even after you died and came to Lesbos.”

Jenny's electrical powers jolted from her body, with no reaction from Midnighter. He knew she was going to do that. The other Jenny's moved back, up until this point they'd been gathered fairly close to Sparks.

“I'm not trying to force something on you, Midnighter, you jumped up gimp-git. I'm trying to give you something to fight Quantum.” She gestured for the group to follow her.

“Beat her? That's going to be difficult isn't it. We just got our asses handed to us.” Jack offered, trying to mend the rips in his suit. Angie walked beside him, robotic fingers knitting his suit back together.

“Well, you're going to have to teach her a lesson at the very least.” Jenny threw open the doors to a cave. At which point the other Jenny's stopped following, and it was only the Authority who walked down its dank corridors.

“What the hell is this?” the Doctor asked.

“This, Jeron, is where Centuries are born.”

They walked into a massive cave. In the centre of it, a tiny speck of energy encircled by thousands of other smaller globes, which in itself, were orbited by hundreds of slightly larger globes.

“That speck in the middle, is the Century, and as you move away from it, you get, years, encircled by months, encircled by days, encircled by minutes...if you get me?”

“Sort of,” Angie said, moving closer, to get better readings.

“So those little glowing pieces of dust are minutes?” Apollo asked, wiping some dried blood from his eyes.

“Yeah, and I'm giving you five minutes,” Jenny said with a smirk.

“Well, that's great but you can't just give someone time,” Jeron said, with a frown.

“No, I'm the embodiment of a Century, right? Well, these are embodiments of minutes. They're only going to last a minute, but with five of them, they can beat the shit out of Jenny.”

The rest of the group remained quiet, except for Midnighter, who stepped forward and clapped Jenny on the back, dislodging her cigarette.

“Well, anything can happen in a minute,” he said with a big grin.

“You'd know,” Jenny said, arching the corner of her lip in disgust.

Next Issue: More Authoriteens and the team goes back to Earth.

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A JLU WIDLSTORM PRESENTATION

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To Be Continued...

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