Franklin POV
"So let me get this straight," I said, pointing at them. "There are two of you… in one body?"
"Yes," Killer Frost said calmly, crossing her arms.
I blinked. "Okay, follow-up question, if you start dating someone, does that mean Caitlin's dating them too?"
She smirked. "Right, you're from the past. Well, technically, yes. When we're in a relationship, both of us… experience it. We kind of share everything."
"So basically," I said, nodding slowly, "your boyfriend has two girlfriends. I gotta meet this guy. I could use some tips on how not to piss off my two girlfriends at once."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, my boyfriend doesn't just have two girlfriends, he has three. And, for the record, he's our husband."
I nearly choked on my own breath. "Three!? Okay, respect! I don't even think I could handle two woman yelling at me, let alone three. Who's the lucky guy, and who's the third woman?"
Killer Frost smiled and tilted her head toward Iris and Barry, who'd clearly been listening to the entire conversation. They both grinned like they were in on a joke I didn't want to hear.
I froze. "No. fucking. Way!?"
They just laughed as Barry and Iris walked towards us. Killer Frost stepped to Barry's right, Iris to his left, both sliding an arm around him like it was completely normal.
I looked at all three of them in complete surprise. "How!?"
It had been about a minute since my future self had taken Nora into his Speed Force. In that time, I'd reverted to my normal form, armor still on, and somehow ended up bonding with Team Flash.
And honestly, besides the whole time-travel nearly seeing someone getting erased thing, and now realizing Barry Allen was living every man's fantasy, I had to admit… these people were actually pretty great.
"All four of us are together now," Barry said with a grin, "and honestly, we have you to thank for that."
To really drive the point home, Iris and Killer Frost each leaned in and kissed him, at the same time.
I just stood there, completely frozen.
This man… had three girlfriends. No wives. And somehow, apparently, I helped make that happen.
My brain was buffering.
"I know you guys can't see my face under this armor right now," I said, "but trust me, my jaw is wide open."
That made everyone laugh, even Frost.
"So, what version of you are we talking to exactly?" Iris asked, tilting her head curiously.
"Uh… 2025?" I said. "But now I'm scared to ask, how many times do I visit the future?"
Iris opened her mouth to answer, only for a familiar voice to cut her off.
"Don't answer that," Future Me said, stepping out of a streak of green lightning with Nora right beside him.
Everyone turned. Barry, Iris, and Killer Frost immediately ran to Nora and pulled her into a hug. It was honestly kind of touching seeing how relieved they were. Future Me just stood beside me, watching with a small smile.
"So… we have something to do with all that?" I asked quietly, gesturing toward the happy reunion.
"Yeah," he said, crossing his arms. "Though, to be completely honest, it was kind of an accident on my part. But, hey, happy accident, right?"
I chuckled. "Figures. That's the story of my life. So, are you the same version of me I fought zombies with a while back?"
He smirked. "Nope. That was me a few years ago."
"Oh. Cool. Uh… about that whole war on Mars thing thay mentioned earlier…" I started leaning in. "Any chance I can get a teaser on that? Maybe a trailer?"
He just smiled knowingly. "Spoilers."
"Damn it," I muttered.
All of a sudden, a blue streak of lightning shot across the street, stopping right in front of us. The air crackled as the new speedster appeared, her lightning fading to reveal a girl with long brown hair, green eyes, and no suit at all. Just jeans, sneakers, and a "Central City University" hoodie.
"Moms? Dad?" she said, looking straight at Barry, Iris, and Killer Frost. "What happened? Franklin said Nora was in trouble or something?"
I blinked. "Wait… who's this?"
Future Me sighed like he'd been waiting for this question. "Kind of hard to explain, but simply put, she's Barry and Caitlin's biological daughter."
My jaw dropped. "What!? Okay, seriously, how many kids do they have!?"
"Four," Future Me said calmly. "And Snowflake, I told you I could handle it."
The girl, Snowflake, turned to us with a confused expression. "Uncle, who's that kid next to you, and why does he have your old armor on?"
Future Me pointed at me. "That's my past self."
"Time out," I said, waving my hands. "Time right the hell out. I'm an uncle? How am I an uncle!? My relationship with the Justice League is shaky at best! And Snowflake? That's really her name?"
Barry chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, your relationship with the League gets better. When Batman apologized."
I blinked. "He apologized? Please tell me I got a recording of that."
Snowflake, crossed her arms. "For your information, kid, my name is Lucy. My uncle just calls me Snowflake because he thinks he's funny."
Future Me rubbed his temples. "Okay, that's enough. A lot of timeline info is getting spilled right now, and I'd really rather not break reality. Let's just get my past self back to his time."
"Hold up," I said. "I just want confirmation, do I or do I not have video evidence of Batman saying the words 'I'm sorry'?"
Future Me sighed. "We do. Now, no more questions. Come on, we're going to S.T.A.R. Labs."
Cisco frowned. "Why not just go to your house?"
He gave him a flat look. "Because my ENTIRE family is there."
"...Ooooh," everyone said at once, all of them nodding in perfect understanding.
"What? What's the problem? I want to see Ava and Yolanda grown up, and my future kids," I said.
"Trust me, you don't want those spoilers yet. Cisco, if you don't mind?" future-me said.
I had no idea what he meant by that, but I decided to ignore it for now.
Cisco opened a breach, and we stepped through. A second later, we appeared inside S.T.A.R. Labs. My future self shifted back into his normal form, no armor, no mask, just a well-built guy with a beard, like he'd been doing protein shakes and lifting a car at the same time.
"So how do I get back to my regular time?" I asks
"Oh, it's really simple actually. Come on, follow me," Barry said.
We followed him through the halls, and I couldn't stop looking around. I'd never been inside S.T.A.R. Labs before. This place looked like NASA and Stark Industries had a baby.
Barry led us into a room full of weird inventions, gadgets, and tech that looked like it could blow up a city if someone sneezed too hard. In the center was a massive, high-tech treadmill.
"The fuck is that?" I asked.
"This," Barry said, patting the side of it, "is the Cosmic Treadmill. You're going to transform into Blitz, run faster than you've ever run, focus on your timeline, and a portal will open. You jump through it, and it should put you back where you belong."
I stared at the treadmill like it just insulted my mother.
"Wow… that easy?" I said.
"That easy," future-me replied, "but here's a little advice. When you get back to your own timeline, try not to use Blitz all the time. Stick to your regular speedster form unless you really need it."
"Got it, future me."
I activated the Omnitrix and slammed the dial down.
"Blitz," I said as the transformation washed over me.
Lucy blinked. "Wow, so you weren't kidding when you said you just straight-up shout your names."
"Told you," future-me said with a smirk.
I stepped onto the Cosmic Treadmill, feeling the hum of the machine under my feet. Then I started running, fast. The whole room blurred, the air crackled, and I focused hard on my timeline: the date, the moment, the exact point I needed to land.
A massive swirling blue portal ripped open in front of me.
"All right… I guess I'll see you guys when I see you," I called out.
And without hesitating, I launched myself straight into it.
Third person POV
The portal snapped shut the instant Franklin disappeared.
"Man, that kid version of you was funny," Ralph said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean? I'm still funny," future Franklin replied.
"Yes, but he's youthful funny. You're more… middle-aged funny," Ralph added.
"What?" future Franklin frowned.
Before he could argue further, a voice came from behind them.
"So, is he gone?"
Everyone turned around. Standing in the doorway was future Kamala Khan, and she was very noticeably pregnant.
"Yes, he's gone. But how do you know my past self was here?" future Franklin asked.
Kamala gave him a flat look. "You forget you told me this happened… a couple of years ago. Now," she took a step forward, "it's time for you to come home, since you're finally back on Earth."
"Sweetie, I'd love to stay," Franklin started, hands up defensively, "but there's still a lot of rebuilding left on Mars. I only came here to save Nora."
Kamala's enlarged, embiggened hand shot out and grabbed him by his entire body, pulling him toward her with zero effort. She held him there while maintaining a firm grip, her expression shifting into exhausted frustration.
"Franklin, you've been gone for an entire month," she said. "This baby keeps kicking me every time I try to sleep. The girls try to help, but you always make me feel better when you're beside me. So I'm pretty sure the Martians can survive without you for a day, or a week, so you can spend some quality time with your wife, who is carrying your baby."
Future Franklin blinked. "Okay, to be fair, you wanted another baby. I told you we could've just adopted again, but noooo."
Kamala squeezed Franklin a little harder, making him grunt.
"Okay, okay, let's go home," he said quickly.
Kamala's expression softened into a satisfied smile. "Good. America is cooking our favorite."
With that, she turned and walked off, still carrying future Franklin in her embiggened grip like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Iris watched them go, eyebrows raised. "Were we ever like that when we were pregnant…?" she asked herself aloud.
Barry didn't even hesitate. "No. Believe it or not, you two were way worse."
Both Killer Frost and Iris snapped their heads toward him.
"What?" they said in unison.
Barry's eyes went wide, realizing he had absolutely not meant to say that out loud.
"What? Nothing! Love you!" he blurted, then immediately sped out of the room at Mach 10 before either of them could respond.
Killer Frost crossed her arms. "…We're talking to him later."
Iris sighed. "Oh yeah. He's not escaping that conversation."
Franklin pov
I popped out of the portal and appeared right in the middle of Central City, directly in front of the Flash. Every single one of his villains was already on the ground, groaning, tied up, or unconscious.
Flash turned toward me, confused.
"Omni?"
"Hey, Flash… I came to help," I said, lifting a hand awkwardly.
"Thanks, but I don't need help. Also, what's with that form? Don't tell me there are aliens that look like me or something."
"Oh, no. You gave me this form," I said. "When you touched me, apparently I can scan metahumans too."
His eyes widened behind the mask. That was a new expression for him, full shock.
"Yeah, so… since you're good here, I'm just gonna go. Bye."
I turned around and sped off, heading straight back to New York.
Later That Day
I was in my base workshop, surrounded by tools, cables, scraps of tech, and about a dozen half-finished prototypes. I'd switched into the new form I created earlier using the Biomnitrix mod, mixing Jury Rigg and Grey Matter.
image here.
Honestly? It was insane.
I was smarter, calmer, and way less chaotic than regular Jury Rigg. Instead of ripping things apart and cackling, I was quietly building masterpieces.
On the workbench in front of me were my newest ideas, stuff I'd been dying to make for my weapons room.
A freeze ray.
A fire launcher.
A sonic blast emitter.
A sword that could fire shotgun rounds.
And honestly, anything else that crawled its way out of my overclocked brain.
With this form, the ideas didn't stop, they just flowed.
All of a sudden, the speaker in the workshop crackled to life.
"Franklin, can you come to the main room, please?" Courtney's voice echoed through the intercom.
I blinked and checked the time, great. They were out of school, and I'd definitely lost track of time again.
"Okay, I'll be right there. Give me a moment," I said.
I set down my tools and headed for the main room, still in my alien form, because honestly, I didn't feel like transforming back just to walk down a hallway. It didn't take me long to get there.
The moment I stepped in, I stopped.
Everyone was there: my team, my clone, and a whole group of strangers I'd never seen before.
An Asian-looking girl wearing a Green Lantern ring, holding her lantern battery.
A blonde woman.
A brown-haired man.
And a kid who looked like he collected trouble as a hobby.
All of them turned toward me.
"What the hell is that thing?" the kid blurted.
"That's Franklin," Courtney said quickly, then added, "And… yeah, I don't actually know what form that is."
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Courtney… for the love of everything holy, please tell me you did not tell your family and a random space girl my secret identity."
"I did," she admitted. "But it couldn't be avoided."
I groaned.
Too many people know my goddamn identity. Way too many. At this rate, I'm gonna be like the real Ben 10, famous before I even want to be. Ava's family knows. Yolanda's godfather knows. Kamala's whole family knows. And now Courtney family knows.
And honestly? There's still a chance Batman figured it out months ago and already emailed the entire Justice League.
I sighed dramatically, "Okay, it's fine. It's totally fine," I said, even though it really wasn't. "Just keep them here and I'll go get the memory eraser gun."
"What? No! You are not using that thing," Courtney said, stepping in front of me. "Just let me explain."
So she explained. Everything.
Why she revealed my identity, and who was the girl who was holding a Lantern, and how her parents wanted to meet me.
When she finished, I turned to Pat.
"So let me get this straight… You've got old JSA gear and weapons sitting in your basement. No security. No alarms. No biometric locks. Just… lying there." I raised an eyebrow. "And you're supposed to be the genius mechanic?"
The group burst out laughing. Pat turned red.
"Okay, when you say it like that, it sounds irresponsible. But nobody knew my identity when I was in the JSA, well, part of the JSA. After everything that happened in Blue Valley, I just wanted a normal life."
"You should know better, Stripesy."
Everyone turned toward the wall where Ted was leaning casually. "For people like us, a normal life stopped being an option a long time ago, and you were in the JSA."
Pat blinked. "Ted… good to see you alive. And from what I remember, you were always very clear that I wasn't part of the JSA."
Ted looked down, ashamed. "Yeah… I'm sorry about that. I was a real asshole back then. You were part of the team, Pat. No doubt about it."
Pat looked like he'd just heard Santa admit he was wrong. Meanwhile, I was wondering what Ted was like in his prime, probably a nightmare.
Cindy broke the moment. "Okay, since that's done… what kind of form is that? I've never seen it before."
"Oh! Right. I forgot I still look like a science experiment," I said.
So I explained everything, from yesterday's multiverse trip to stopping an evil zombie Wanda, to fighting alongside other Omnitrix users. I told them about alternate Peter, alternate Kamala, and how I unlocked the Biominitrix mode. I explained how it let me fuse aliens together.
Courtney's family and Jennie looked stunned. Completely speechless.
Everyone else… barely reacted.
Guess they're used to the fact that I do insane things on a daily basis.
(And no, I wasn't about to mention the future events. Not yet.)
"Dude, that's so cool!" Ned said, eyes glowing. "You met your future self! Also, can you fuse any two aliens? Or like… can you fuse more aliens? Is that a thing?"
"I can only fuse two," I said.
"Okay, okay… hear me out." Ned leaned forward. "Can you fuse Diamondhead and Four Arms?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I dunno. I just think it'd look awesome. Also, what's that form called anyway?"
"Oh, this?" I gestured to my tiny genius goblin body. "I call it Gray Rigg."
"Cool!" Ned and Peter said at the same time.
I showed them a couple of other hybrid forms, and after a couple of hours, everyone just went home.
Third person POV
In the darkest hours of the night, a red symbiote slithered across the rooftops, searching for the perfect host. It clung to the side of an apartment building, inching upward like a living shadow. When it reached an open window, it paused, sensing the life inside.
A young girl sat on her bed, red hair glowing softly under the lamp as she wrote in her diary.
This was Mary Jane Watson.
The symbiote slipped through the window without a sound, a shimmering red ripple against the darkness. A loud crash echoed from the hallway, her parents arguing again, objects being thrown, voices rising. As usual, Mary Jane pretended she didn't hear any of it, keeping her head down, pen moving across the page.
That made it even easier.
The red symbiote crept onto her bed, silent and predatory. It crawled up behind her, tendrils stretching forward like fingers reaching for a throat.
It touched her leg and then struck.
Instantly, it surged upward, swallowing her whole. Mary Jane gasped, barely able to make a sound before the symbiote wrapped around her face, torso, arms, every inch of her skin. She flipped off the bed, clawing at herself, desperately trying to scrape it off, but the more she struggled, the tighter it held.
The red symbiote had found its host.
And Mary Jane Watson was no longer alone.
On the other side of New York, inside an old abandoned gas station, an eighteen-year-old boy was working out behind the cracked building. Blonde, muscular, and built like a freight train, that was Flash Thompson. Not exactly the smartest guy, but he hid the truth of who he was deep behind jokes, bravado, and the rough place he called home.
He was outside, lifting a rusted barbell with mismatched weights, headphones blasting music loud enough to shake his skull. He didn't hear anything, not the wind, not the city, and definitely not the creature crawling toward him.
A black symbiote slithered out from behind the fuel pumps, moving along the concrete like spilled oil coming to life. Flash didn't notice. He was too busy focusing on beating his personal record, muscles straining, breath heavy.
The symbiote hesitated for only a moment…
Then it lunged.
It shot up his leg, racing across his back, and covered half his torso before Flash even realized something was wrong.
"What the,?!" he yelled, dropping the bar for a second,only to discover he was still holding it effortlessly. Panic shot through him as the symbiote wrapped faster, swallowing his arms, his chest, climbing toward his face. Flash swung the weight wildly, trying to knock it off, but the motion only made the symbiote clamp down harder.
He finally hurled the barbell away like it weighed nothing. It flew several meters and slammed into the pavement with a thunderous crack.
Flash stumbled backwards, clawing at himself, but the black mass had already taken him, covering him completely.
In another part of the city, far from the chaos and noise, a quiet neighborhood slept under the streetlights. Inside one of the houses, a black-and-white symbiote slid through an open window like living ink, creeping silently along the wall.
Its target sat at a desk, headphones on, curly hair pulled into a loose bun, light brown skin glowing under the lamp as she scribbled notes.
Michelle Jones.
Sharper than she looked. Sarcastic as ever. And thanks to training with Ted and Hector, she was far more dangerous than most people realized.
The symbiote slithered closer, preparing to strike.
It lunged, and MJ rolled out of her chair instantly, moving on instinct alone. She didn't want to be a hero, but training was training, and her body reacted before her mind could.
She yanked off her headphones.
"What the hell are you?" MJ snapped.
The black-and-white symbiote launched at her again, tendrils whipping forward. She sidestepped, ducked, slid across the floor. It hissed in irritation, striking again. She dodged. Again. She dodged again.
For several seconds the room was just a flurry of limbs, tendrils, lunges, and sarcastic grunts.
"Wow, you suck at this," MJ muttered mid-dodge.
But the symbiote grew tired of the game.
It expanded, ballooning outward, doubling in mass, tripling in reach, and crashed toward her like a tidal wave of living sludge.
MJ backed into the corner.
No escape. No angle. Nowhere to roll.
The symbiote engulfed her in one clean, heavy motion, wrapping over her mouth, her arms, her legs, covering her completely in an instant.
In the quiet room, Michelle Jones vanished beneath the symbiote.
And a new predator opened its eyes.
Across the city, tucked between two rundown buildings, an orange symbiote waited in the shadows. It pulsed faintly, hungry, restless, searching for a host strong enough to survive it.
Footsteps echoed along the sidewalk.
A woman walked past the mouth of the alleyway. Short black hair. Sharp eyes. Japanese-American features. Her hand rested on her hip where her badge should've been, but tonight she was off duty.
Yuriko Watanabe.
Detective, NYPD.
And not someone who ignored strange noises.
A wet, squelching sound came from the darkness.
Yuriko froze and immediately pulled her gun, stepping sideways into a combat stance.
"Hello? Who's there?" she called out, voice steady and commanding.
No answer.
But the noise came again, lower, thicker, almost like something alive breathing through liquid.
Yuriko moved deeper into the alley, away from the streetlights, away from witnesses. Her eyes scanned the shadows, her gun raised, feet silent on the concrete.
She passed right by the symbiote without seeing it.
The orange mass coiled.
then launched.
It sprang like a compressed spring, slamming into her back and driving her deeper into the alley. Yuriko hit the wall hard, grunting as the creature latched onto her shoulders and wrapped around her arms.
"What?!" she choked out, spinning, trying to get a visual.
But the symbiote was already climbing over her, hungry and aggressive, tightening its grip as it fought to take her over.