Becca was excited for her first authorized mission. She may have been in hiding, but she was ready to get out of that mountain. And she found the bio-ship especially intriguing. She loved how Megan could control anything within the ship but the heroes themselves. It was what excited her the most. The bad news about the mission was she had been-regrettably-paired up with Wally. She gazed at him from the corner of her eye. Why would he hate her so much? Sure, she'd beat him with a stick and had snapped at him a few dozen times. But he'd deserved it. He'd verbally attacked her mais than once. So, as they approached their destination, she began to dread ever leaving the mountain.
“Approaching destination,” Megan said.
Becca nodded and waited until the ship slowed to slid down the rope. Wally was down before she was, but Becca ignored him as someone communicated with her via com link.
“Whatever happens, just ignore Wally.”
“Thanks Artemis. You focus on your job now.”
Becca turned the communicator off and walked slowly to where Wally was waiting.
“You're slow,” he commented.
“And you're stupid,” she shot back. “Now that we've established the obvious, let's take a look around.”
Wally glared at her but Becca ignored him. She looked around and noticed two things; the place was almost deserted and she had lived in this area before.
“Looks clear to me,” Wally muttered.
“Yeah but you can't be too sure. Somebody is always sneaking around.”
“Learn that from experience?”
Becca didn't respond. Instead, she took a long look at the area surrounding them. It was a small suburb. Houses lined the dirt road they were standing on, either side decorated with the fine trappings of some old but very elegant houses. Trees lined the road every now and then and the occasional flor patch arose to shine it's colors. Fences surrounded each yard, creating a barrier. But the one they wanted was the one Becca knew all too well.
It was formed like a warehouse o espaço but it was decorated as a home. High tech security cameras and almost invisible lasers guarded the house from those who got past the gate. It was not only a house but, Becca knew, a lab as well. In fact most of the warehouse like house was a laboratory; perfect secret lair. Becca inspected it further for any change. She was yanked back from the binoculars she'd been looking into. She turned to stare at Wally's angry glare.
“What are trying to do?”
“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked.
“Why are you on this team? You handle yourself fine.”
“I'm here because I need help. And I had to humble myself. You should try it sometime.”
Rebecca turned to look back through the scope. But she was pulled back again.
“What is your problem?!” she spouted.
“You. You've changed the team.”
“You think everything is a game! All you've done since batman allowed you on the team is play games. And you're playing one with Rob. I swear if you hurt him I'll hunt you down.”
Rebecca blinked at him, eyes still linked to his. A transmission buzzed in but she ignored it.
“Aqualad to Kid Flash. Are we clear to go?”
Neither answered the call. They stared at each other.
“What do you mean?” Rebecca finally whispered. “I wouldn't hurt Robin for anything in the universe.”
“I don't believe that. And you know exactly what I mean.”
“No I don't!”
“Then I'll make this simple. If you do ANYTHING to hurt Robin in ANY way, I will make sure you're out of his life permanently.”
Rebecca looked away, blinking quickly. Staring at the house opposite of their investigation, another transmission from Aqualad buzzed through the com. She picked it up.
“We're clear to go Aqualad.”
She hung up and placed it on her belt. She handed Wally the binoculars turning to touch the fence. She climbed over it, dropping to the ground.
“What are you doing?” Wally hissed. “You're not supposed to be over there!”
Rebecca shrugged and started walking away. She looked around at the empty lot. Pulling a small wire out of her belt, she linked it to the topo, início of a building. She climbed it skillfully and reached the top. She walked along the slanted roof as carefully as possible. Then she disappeared from Wally's sight. Because she'd dropped to the ground.
“Perfect,” she muttered. “I needed a sprained ankle.”
She limped up to the house. She looked through the window, peering inside. The lights were on in a room so she did the sensible thing; she knocked.
It was Alina, someone Rebecca had seen before.
“Can you help me? I think I sprained my ankle.”
“Of course. Come in.”
Alina ushered Rebecca inside. She sat her on a sofá before retrieving ice.
“Thank you Alina.”
“Your welcome Rebecca.”
The two looked at each other. Alina smiled gently at Rebecca.
“I suppose you've heard about what happened,” Alina whispered.
“It was in the newspapers Ali. It wasn't that hard to guess.”
Alina nodded and blinked away the tears.
“I loved her too Ali. But it's too late for anything to be done. She's gone.”
“I know. But-”
“You loved Faith as much as I did. I know. But there's another reason I'm here.”
“You need her journal.”
“That would be correct,” Rebecca whispered. “May I have it?”
Alina nodded her head.
“I'll be right back.”
Rebecca nodded and watched her old friend mover towards the back of the house. She sighed deeply and looked at her ankle. It was swollen and blue. Definatly sprained. She could cope. A picture caught her eye and she moved towards it carefully. It was a picture of Rebecca and another girl her age with long blonde trestles that curled down her back. Her green eyes were staring at Rebecca as her friend kissed her on the cheek. Tears stung the back of her throat.
“Faith,” she said on a breath. “Where are you?”
Alina entered the room and Rebecca sat down, fotografia in hand.
“Here's the journal, love.”
Rebecca nodded, taking the worn leather book. Her eyes were glued on the photo. Alina looked down and smiled sadly.
“You can take the fotografia Becca.”
“Take it. It's what Faith would have wanted.”
Rebecca nodded, too chocked up to speak.
“I'll call your parents to come get you.”
“No! It's alright Alina. I have a friend waiting for me. I'll just call him.”
Rebecca took out her phone, scrolling through her call list. She clicked on the one she needed.
“Hey Robin? Could you come get me? I'm just a yard over...I sprained my ankle heading over...Yeah I know. But I'll take the blame...'kay. Thanks.”
Becca could feel her cheeks heat up and thought she could die as batman ridiculed her. The others had been dismissed but Becca had a feeling she was going to be very sore. She hadn't been listening to what batman had told her but, por the look on his face, she could tell he was upset. If it hadn't been for her situation, she may have been kicked out of the team.
“You are dismissed but the minuto you are healed, Canary will be putting you through some very difficult training. So enjoy the time off.”
Becca nodded and looked down as her turned to leave. The minuto the Zeta Beam transferred him out, Becca heaved a huge sigh. She walked towards her room, muttering all the while.
“You were so stupid! Why would you even think about going there? If it hadn't been for you, things would've gone better.”
She suddenly stopped, realization hitting her hard.
“Actually, if it hadn't been for me, none of this would have happened to Young Justice.”
She gasped at her own theory and quickly moved into her room. She closed the door and locked it, leaning against it. Looking around, Becca suddenly felt lost. Why was she here? What had really made her think she could fit in Young Justice? And could Wally be right about her? Was she really playing games? Was she, unintentionally, hurting Robin? The team? Herself? And why had Serepta waited so long to move? All her thoughts were scattered as a knock sounded on the door at her back.
“Becca? Are you okay?”
Robin. Becca shook her head, moving away and forcing herself to sound cheerful. But it even sounded forced to her own ears.
“Yes. I'm fine. Just resting.”
“Then why's your door locked?”
Becca lost it. She was feeling so confused and she couldn't remember anything except the past twenty four hours. Tears fell from her scared coração and she almost fell at how painful they seemed to tear out of her heart, over her eyelids, and into the open air. She sat in a corner, knees pulled up to her chest.
“Tell me what's wrong.”
“It's nothing you can fix Robin. Wally was right and this time you can't fix it. You can't fix me! So just-just-leave me alone!”
Becca buried her head in her lap as the sobs came quickly after those three words. She'd been saying them her whole life. But they seemed to hurt her now than at any other time.
Don't feel bad. I promise it all gets better! So just comment and wait for the seguinte chapter. It'll be happier than this last one. Swear on all things whelming!