A/N: So, this is my first crossover. i have been trying to figure out a way to crossover OUAT and Smallville for forever now and this is what I've got, so far I mean. Anyway, this picks off sOn my way! where in the comics after Tess becomes a hologram. If you don't read the comics, don't worry, it really is not important to the story. Long story short, Tess became a hologram instead of actually dying (because she seems to be immune to death somehow). Read and review please and thank you!

Chapter 1
Tess sorted through files, one after another, trying to get rid of the unnecessary clutter clogging up the Watchtower database. It's storage wasn't as large as it once was, after all, holograms take up a lot of data. And a human hologram, that actually holds a soul, it's a wonder Watchtower is still able to do anything else except house her.

"Hello, dearie," said a voice from behind her. Definitely not Emil, and he's the only one that visits her anymore. How depressing. And yet she still shuts any attempts at furthering their relationship down. It was clear they were something more than friends but not yet together.

She turns and sees a strange man standing in the middle of the floor. He was average height, on the scrawnier side, long light brown hair, and a twinkle in his eye that put Tess on edge. And yet, the hologram didn't seem to put him on edge. Certainly glad she doesn't have an off button. "Can I help you?"

"Of course," the man answered as though it was obvious. Tess began to search for weaknesses. Cane, probably walked with a limp, meaning that he couldn't run. Downside though, neither could she.

"And how might that be?" She asked. There's no way he just wandered in here. There were to many security precautions.

"I'm here to collect on a little favor you owe me."

Tess added another level of venom into her voice. "I don't owe you anything."

"But you do. You just don't know it." How? She had never met this man before in her life. How could she owe him anything? She knew better than to deal with men like this. Too shady. Too...unpredictable. The thing with Zod and Lex was that they had clear motives, making them predictable. She was never surprised. Men like this however, bordered on crazy in a way that made them even more dangerous than they would be even if they were sane.

"And how would that be?" She was a little out of practice, dealing with people. Well, people other than Emil who is the most predictable person on or off the planet, outranking even Clark, Mr. Always Do The Right Thing, whose moral compass had gone only as far off course as to consider doing anything slightly shady.

The man smiled and made a few random hand gestures that she didn't recognize. She had to admit, this was a new one. She had dealt with a lot but this is new territory.

Blue sparks formed in the palm of his hand. Tess smirked, maybe being a hologram was not so horrible after all. Whatever that was couldn't touch her. Though it could touch the computer that ran her. Maybe this could pose a problem. But Tess kept the smirk on her face. If he did know it than the smirk meant nothing anyway, but if he didn't, then it'll at least stall him, if nothing else.

The sparks flew towards her, and surprisingly landed on her. And she felt it. As crazy as it sounds, even the burning was a welcome change to the constant numbness. Feeling was a luxury she hadn't had in so long even pain felt good. It was only a little bit of pain, like dripping hot wax on your hand while holding a candle.

Then the real pain started. Ripping through her head like nothing she had ever felt before. It was like her head was expanding, almost exploding. She grasped her head and fell to the floor.

Then the flashes started. She was sitting on the street, freezing cold, shivering. She was shot with an arrow and in agonizing pain. She was fighting a beast with adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was drinking at a bar, feint numbness beginning to take over. She was kissing a man, genuinely excited. She was lying on the floor, bleeding out through a stab wound in her stomach.

Then it stopped. And suddenly she had memories that she didn't have minutes ago. She was the same person, but with different lives. Two lives that she lived independent of each other and somehow managed to make the same mistakes twice. She was Jack and Tess.

Now she remembered the man before her, and the deal they made. Beans and a favor, little price for her life, and better than that, a new one, one without all the baggage that her previous life had stuck her with before she was even born. Her entire first life had been getting out of one problem by getting into another. It was an easy out, albeit a painful one, so she hook it.

She looked up and met his eyes again, this time with more patient curiosity than the on edge nervousness she was feeling before. "I'd love to help you but as you can see I'm currently not in any position to do so."

"I know your kind dearie. You hate this," he began to circle her, observing every inch of her, "You feel trapped and you want out. I can help you with that."

Tess' eyebrows moved up, not moving under his scrutiny, but instead watching him circle her. This game she knew. He knew how to put people out of their comfort zones. He knew she wasn't a person that like to be studied, so he used that to his advantage. But what he didn't know, is that she wasn't worried about things like this. This presented the game that she had been long champion of in both lives.

"Last I checked bringing back the dead was out of your range."

"It is, but you see, starting up a heart is not."

She tilted her head and looked at him in question. What is he playing at?

"Your body may no longer be functioning. You however, are still very much alive."

"Sorry, possession is a little out of my comfort zone."

"I can't raise the dead because the soul is out of my reach. You are still very much in reach."

She can have her body back. She could live her life again. "I can give you back your body, if you promise to help me."

She already made that promise. Clearly, this is something more than just a favor. "What is it you want?"

"Your help."