Hello, this is my first ever fanfiction. I hope that you enjoy the story, and if you leave a review, I prefer constructive criticism, since it is hard to know what to fix when someone simply "doesn't like" my writing. I do not own LOSH (obviously).

Chapter 1

Going from living in the wild forests of Rawl to now living in the crowded Legion tower in the middle of New Metropolis was a huge adjustment for Bri- no. Timber Wolf. That was his name now. After being sworn in to the Legion of Superheroes, Timber Wolf was determined to go by his new identity. As far as he was concerned, Brin Londo was dead. Being Timber Wolf allowed him to start his life over again and bury the painful memories of his past along with his former name. So much of his life had been taken from him and now it was time to reclaim it, starting with his new name.

He wandered around Legion Tower familiarizing himself with the layout as he searched for his room. Brainiac had simply assigned Timber Wolf an empty room before closing himself in his lab, leaving the feral teen to figure things out on his own. He breathed in the smell of the tower, taking in the many different scents to form a picture in his mind about the others that lived there. He readily recognized the five scents that he associated with the legionnaires who had brought him here. There was a salty, buttery scent that clung to Bouncing Boy, along with the smell of motor oil from working on the spaceship. Brainiac also had the same mechanical smell along with a metallic scent that came from his robotic parts. Superman's scent was clean and fresh, like the air of the great outdoors, but that was strongly overpowered by the cologne often worn by Lightning Lad to impress Saturn Girl. Timber Wolf almost grinned. He didn't need enhanced senses to tell him that Lighting Lad had feelings for the girl who smelled like fresh flowers and sunshine. A myriad of other scents mixed with the five he already knew, scents that would sooner or later be matched to people as he met them. He only hoped that the other legionnaires would accept him as he was because there was no going back from the monster he had been turned into.

"Brin?" Saturn Girl's voice jolted him back to the present.

Timber Wolf growled at the name. "The name's Timber Wolf now. Brin is dead."

"How do you figure that?" she asked.

He turned his gaze to meet hers. As a telepath, she would be able to read his thoughts and feelings without him having to verbalize them. He thought about all that Brin had suffered and lost and about the fear, pain, and helplessness he had felt before he became Timber Wolf. He thought about how he wanted to forget his past and live in the present. He expressed his wish that everyone forget who Brin Londo was and only remember him as Timber Wolf.

After a moment of taking all this in, Saturn Girl nodded thoughtfully. "I don't usually alter people's thoughts, but I could put up a block in everyone's mind, except yours, so that they remember everything except your name. That way it will be up to you to share it if and when you are ready. Would that satisfy you?"

"Yes," Timber Wolf said gratefully. He hadn't been sure if she'd be willing to help him, much less even consider what she was offering, but here she was, giving him far more help than he had any right to expect.

"You're a Legionnaire now. You are entitled to any and all help we have to offer," she responded to his thoughts. He stiffened when she went to place a hand on his shoulder. After spending so much time trapped in the mind and body of a monstrous beast who had to fight for his survival every day, physical contact of any type still felt like a threat to him. Saturn Girl immediately withdrew her hand. "Just remember, you're part of the team now. You aren't on your own anymore. You're going to have to learn to ask for help and accept it from others. Can you do that?"

"I'll work on it," he promised.

"Good." Her eyes flashed white. "I'm placing a mental block over your name so that you will be the only one who has that information."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" He fidgeted uncomfortably. Part of him felt guilty for asking her to do something she considered wrong on his behalf, but the other part was secretly glad that his past was now buried with his former identity. If what she said was true, then he didn't ever have to be reminded of his past by someone accidentally slipping up by calling him anything other than Timber Wolf.

"I'm sure. Not even I can use your former name unless you tell it to me," she promised.

"Thank you." He wished that he could better express himself, but being alone for so long had left him out of practice in the art of communication.

She accepted his thanks with a gracious nod. "Glad to help. By the way, Brainiac told me that some of the other legionnaires will be coming back today. Do you want to meet them in the hangar?"

Timber Wolf tensed. New people. He knew that he would eventually have to meet the rest of the team sooner or later, but he wasn't quite sure about meeting them in a group. He had just barely gotten accustomed to the five he met when he first joined the Legion, and the thought of a group was too much. His unease must have shown all over his face since Saturn Girl told him, "If you don't want to, that's fine. I can understand that it might be overwhelming right now, so don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet everyone sooner or later."

He turned away. "Yeah, later. I'll just… go find my room for now."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'm fine," he assured her before disappearing down the hall, leaving her to welcome the others back from their mission. He found an elevator and told it the floor number that matched the room number he had been given. As it hissed open on the tenth floor, he glanced down both halls outside the elevator doors to ensure that he was alone. He didn't want to look like a complete idiot as he looked at the number of each room to find the one he had been given. When he finally found the right one, he used the passcode he had been given to open the door.

The room was sparsely decorated with a bed, a desk with a chair, a dresser, and a closet. There was a bathroom that looked as if it was shared between both his room and the room next door as it had a door on both sides, one of which was closed at the moment. Since he hadn't taken anything when he left Rawl, he didn't have anything to unpack. His golden eyes scanned the room and he caught sight of a pile of neatly folded sheets and blankets for his bed. Wow, his bed. He hadn't slept in one in so long that he wasn't sure how tonight would go. For lack of anything better to do, he made his bed and promptly settled in. He sighed in contentment, the stress and tension slowly leaving his body as he was finally allowed some time to relax and sort through the events of the past two days.

After confronting his father, he knew that staying on Rawl wasn't an option, and when the Legion had offered him a place on their team, it had seemed like an answer to his problem. It provided him a place to stay and something to do to try and rebuild his life into something meaningful. The idea of saving others who were as helpless as he had once been was encouraging. It made him think that maybe he could use the monster his father had created as a force for good. He felt that if he could help save the lives of others, then he might have a shot at reclaiming some sense of the humanity he had lost. Thinking about how the Legion had given him the shot at a life worthwhile, Timber Wolf drifted asleep, grateful for the second chance he had been given.