She had always been by her side, both in and out of costume. Jenn had no idea how she had gotten so lucky to end up with someone so amazing as her. It was all she could do to not slip out of her arms and get down on one knee right where they were.

Everything ends, and so to did Amber and Jenn's perfect night. Moments had come and passed, and Jenn still had not proposed to the woman of her dreams. She opened the door of her silver car and Amber got in, eyes shining. "You know," the girl murmured after Jenn had gotten behind the wheel. "This has to be the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you." Jenn smiled, but inward she felt terrible. She still hadn't managed to propose. But there were other nights in the future, and more crimes to thwart.

Neither of them noticed the car at first. The driver was obviously drunk, swerving this way and that. Jenn noticed just in time as he swerved into their headlights, careening towards them. With a large amount of force she swerved the wheel, turning the car abruptly to the right. A scream erupted from Amber's throat as the car pummeled into the driver's side. Jenn could feel a sharp stab of pain in her ribs and soon found it hard to breathe. Her head began to spin and she found herself fading in and out of conciousness.

Jenn came to with the sound of sirens pounding into her head and Amber shaking her awake. "My left pocket." she croaked out. Why was her throat so dry? "It's in there." With trembling fingers Amber reached over and slipped her hand into her pocket, eyes widening. "Not now..." she whimpered. "We are getting you help, you're going to be fine."

"No." Jenn's voice was stern. Out of all the perfect moments, she knew that this was going to be the best one. The pain in her chest indicated that this may be her last one. "Amber, I've waited too long for this." There were voices now, screams of horror. She could only imagine how horrible the accident was, exactly. "Will you marry me?"

With tears in her eyes, Amber whispered a soft "yes" and slipped the ring onto the proper finger on her left hand. Jenn licked her lips, struggling to focus on her last perfect moment. She knew that things were too late for her, but she did not wish for Amber to be aware of this. So she forced a smile onto her lips, looking more like a grimace. "Come on now, the police are on the way. Just for once they're going to be more useful than we are, how does that sound?" There was a pounding in her head and she could hear voices indicating that the police had, indeed shown up.

Amber was not as gullable as Jenn would have believed. She knew instinctively that her now-fiancee was dying. Without the other realizing it, she had her hand on the dying woman's chest and had restarted her heart around three times now. That was the perks of having the ability to shoot lightning, she supposed. But even if it bought the two temporary time, there was nothing that the paramedics or her could do. She pulled her hand away, drawing in a sharp breath. At the same time, the strongest girl in the world exhaled, and let out her last breath.

The sounds of the big band were just at the right volume that it was hard to hear. Not that it was a problem for most of the people in the dimly lit ballroom, it was dancing that they were after in the first place. But for twenty two year old Jennifer, it was proving to be a problem. She found herself frozen, staring into the emerald eyes of her girlfriend, two fingers in her pocket clutching on to the intricate ring she had bought a week earlier. Amber merely looked confused, her hand in Jenn's free hand. "I'm sorry love!" she called over what was supposed to be a quiet version of 'You Made Me Love You' by Barry Manilow. "I don't know how anyone is supposed to be able to hear in here. Come on, let's just dance!"

And so Jennifer found herself being pulled towards the dance floor. She sighed and slipped her hand from her coat pocket, knowing the ring would be there for the perfect moment. The problem was, the perfect moment kept on not happening. No matter what she tried, the moment would not come back. Mind you, there had been a perfect time to propose to Amber but it had come and gone. Besides, how many people would have wanted to be proposed to right after stopping a bank robbery in those silly costumes?

Jennifer and Amber had themselves a little secret. They had met during a medical study in university, about five years ago. Jennifer was as broke as any college student, and would have done practically anything for the money. Amber had been seeing a girl who had been working on the study, more than happy to give her a hand. However, though a series of accidents on the girlfriend's end, the two girls had ended up with strange new powers. Naturally the only thing to be done was sew up some costumes (not very good ones, though they did recently come in contact with someone who gave them a bit of an upgrade) and start their life of fighting crime. The city knew them as Power Girl and Bolt, and had no clue that the brunette and red head dancing so close to each other could possibly be those heros that had saved the day.

Jenn knew just how important the night was for Amber, and she wanted it to be perfect. It was her birthday after all, and the woman had never been known to have good birthdays. Naturally that was the day that the accident had occured, but it was only last year that she had called up Jenn crying. Her car had been rear ended, and insurance wasn't going to cover it. It had taken a long while for them to get that car fixed up. Living on a realitor's salary isn't always the best when you're just out of college. But so far today had been perfect, though the right moment had not yet come up for Jenn to pop the question.

The band had switched to a tender version of 'Love Me Tender', and Jenn couldn't help but smile as Amber held her tightly, singing along with the woman on stage. As sidekicks went, Amber, also known as Bolt, was perfect in every aspect.

All I wanted to do was remain inconspicious and meet my mom's new girlfriend. It had been a while since she was willing to find love again, in fact as long as she had me she had never had time for love. But here she was, going out and meeting people, and I had my new.... well, job I suppose it could be called. Would one night out have been too much to ask for?

I put a lot of care into what I was wearing that night. A white dress with orange polka dots that flared out at the waist sat comfortably on my body. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, not caring much to bother with it. The slight curl my locks gave made it look a little more fancy, I supposed. It was a lot more effort than I normally would have put out, but this was after all for my mother. She had given up a lot for me, so it only made sense that I would give back.

Things were going well enough. The woman my mother was with seemed friendly enough. She gave me a big hug as soon as we were introduced, which caused me to freeze up internally for a moment, but it wasn't her fault exactly. She seemed to sense my nervousness and pulled away immediatly, mumbling a swift apology. The restaurant was busy, but my mom's date had thought far enough ahead to make reservations. It was when we were finally seated and I was peering at the menu when things went wrong. I was choosing between the chicken parmesean or the fettucini alfredo when a familiar voice hit my ears.

"Welcome to Springollo's, can I start you three lovely ladies off with a drink?" The voice practically purred. Without thinking I swerved my head to take a good look at my server- a bad move on my part, I have to admit. The man was around twenty and ridiculously good looking save the scar that jutted across his cheekbone. I was very familliar with that scar. I was the one who gave it to him, after all.

The man's hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously as they met mine, and a cold chill ran down my spine as I realized he knew exactly who I was. Immediatly my hand went to clutch at my fork, my knuckles turning white as I waited for his next move. To my surprise however, he straightened his gaze into a neutral expression before my mom and her date could see. He offered my mom a generious wink. "You three seem like white wine ladies. What do you say?"

My mom's answer didn't even register to my ears. I sat there in a state of panic, trying to figure out my next move. Do I excuse myself, say that I'm sick? Confront him right there and let everyone know who I was? All scenarios played in my head like a broken record, and none of them seemed to have solutions that I was fond of. I jumped when a hand was placed on my arm, and a voice spoke right next to my ear. "Jessica? Oh come on now, I'm sorry. She's rather jumpy, you know. It's the anxiety. Jessica dear what do you want?" My eyes focused on the form of my mother and I blushed, trying to contain myself. "Oh, the white's fine." I lied. That's when my eyes landed on the glass of wine already on the table.

"We already ordered drinks dear." My mom's date answered patiently with a hint of a smile. "We are just wondering what you wanted to eat." The man took in everything that was said silently, and I knew he was going to remember this and use it against me. I forced a smile to my cheeks, and decided that I wasn't going to give him any more ammo to use against me.