2213

Ava pulled herself to her feet, finding herself in a quiet sidestreet. No one was around, good. Breathless, she looked around, keeping herself close to the wall.

She mentally ran over a checklist in her head; time agents knew what to do when they ended up in unfamiliar environments. Determine when and where she was, determine the norms, don’t interfere.

And for that matter, get clothes. She glanced down, flushing.

Damn it, how could this happen?

She faced the wall, pressing herself to it, and sidestepped along. She glanced back every few seconds, keenly listening for voices or footsteps. There were people nearby, she could tell, but probably around the corner…

She peeked around. There was a couple over there, and another woman with a case-

Ava did a double-take, almost slipping out of cover. That woman, it was her.

Damn it. She knew when she was; 2213. She’d only been there once. She was a clone, mass-produced and taken from this era. She was slowly coming to terms with that fact, but to be dropped back here was…

A cold shiver ran down her spine. Wait.

This era was protected. Rip Hunter, the founder of the Time Bureau, had done that to keep her origins secret. A top agent that could constantly be replaced if she fell, or…

As the new Director, only her courier when used by her had the permission to get to this era. The Waverider had been able to trick the permissions to reach it before, but any data referring to this point in time would be fuzzier. They wouldn’t be able to trace her coordinates.

No one was coming to help her.

She was alone. Marooned. Naked.

No, no, forget that. Ava shook those thoughts off; she was smart, she’d gotten out of worse situations than this. Not more humiliating situations, but worse.

“Hey, you!”

And she’d been too distracted to realise someone was coming up behind her. She jumped, spinning on the spot instinctively to hide her ass. Then realising what else was on display, she crouched slightly, covered her modest boobs with her arms.

A woman, a stranger, was nearing her. As she got closer to Ava, she frowned.

“Whose are you?” the woman said. “Aren’t you meant to be working?”

Right. That was how it was in this time; her clones were little more than property. Something else she could do without being reminded of.

“N-no, I’m not…” Ava began, stumbling over her words.

“Wait, are you being shy?” the woman said. She sighed. “Great, a defective. Hey! There’s a poor AVA over here, can someone-”

“No!” Ava yelped, jumping and wincing as she realised she’d exposed her pussy momentarily. “No, don’t call-”

“Look, you’re no use to anyone like this,” the woman said. “Can someone call up the company, get someone to fix her?”

Ava glanced over her shoulder, to see more eyes turning towards her. More people, attracted to the voice.

Including another of her, another clone, this one suited up in black. A guard. Great.

She could defend herself, but not here, not with nothing on. She’d just be here longer, just get more people to look at her, get ogled more…

Damn it. With another look at her approaching clone, Ava **** herself back up to her feet.

She had to run; there was no getting around that. Get away, get these eyes off her and regather her thoughts. There had to be something she could do.

But first, Ava ran. Her breath quickened, panting in embarrassment more than weariness.

She couldn’t cover up; she tried to forget that, tried to forget that her ass was on full display and that all the people she was running from could see it.

It wouldn’t leave her mind though. More people than ever were looking at her naked body right then.

It was more than just her ass. Everyone she passed saw her from the front, and she moved her arms to run. There was no hiding her pussy, and her tits kept slipping out past her arms if she tried to cover them.

God, how many people were there?

There! Ava darted sideways to another alley, vaulting over a fence. She crouched, ducking down.

Ok, hopefully people would go past and forget about her.

Back to thinking. She was in a garden; as soon as she spotted a shed she scrambled over to it, curling up into a ball. Even the homeowners couldn’t see her there, nestled between fence and shed.

But it was temporary. It didn’t get her clothing, and it especially didn’t get her back home.

Her gaze drifted back to the house. If she broke in, hopefully she could get some clothes. That was one option. Ok, she spent her time upholding the law, the timelines, but this was an emergency!

Ava hastily stood, peeking over the fence, before crouching again. Wait; she stood again for a moment.

More clones. Versions of her were everywhere, carrying messages or packages or walking dogs. And that one there was naked, and that one…

They- what? That happened? People did that here?

Then she remembered how the woman reacted to her; she hadn’t been surprised to see her exposed, just that she was covering herself.

If her clones were just considered slaves, and some owners were happy to have her walk around like that, or for that matter preferred it…

Ava blushed even with no one seeing her. Ok, they weren’t her, but it was her body, her tits, her cunt, her ass on full display.

But theoretically she could go anywhere safely. No one would stop her, no one would get in her way. She just had to have her arms by her sides, and seem unaffected by-

No. God no, how could she consider that? That was just wrong.

The alternative was breaking in, stealing, perhaps being caught again.

Wait! Her face might actually be a blessing. The corporation that made her had technology, resources. If she couldn’t at least improvise a temporal beacon, maybe she could do something to leave a message, hope someone on the Waverider or from the Bureau found it.

That was an option. She just had to get there.