Young Justice Oneshots

Blue Beetle X OC (Pt. 2)

Quick A/N: Part 2 to Lys_25's request. I couldn't just leave you all hanging, and I didn't want to put it all in the same one shot, so I decided we needed a part two. Hope you guys enjoy. Love you all. 

Blue Beetle's POV 

She could speak, just not English. 

"Hold up, what language was that even?" I asked. She just looked at me. 

She started to lean closer and closer. She then softly put her lips on mine. 

She just kinda sat there. Her lips on my lips not really knowing what to do. I pulled her closer and gave her an actual kiss. 

I then pulled away realizing what happened. "What was that about?" I asked still confused about so many things. 

She pulled out her phone. She started to type. Once she was finished she showed me the screen. 

You said people who love each other kiss each other. 

"Right, so you do like me then?" I asked her. 

Yes, I believe so. 

She then pulled her phone back. She started to type again. 

Maybe love is a better word. 

She looked very confused with herself. 

Maybe she truly was learning emotions. 

~

Liz's POV 

Jaime had been taken. 

The cave had been blown up. 

I was living with Batman in the Wayne Mansion. He had said the makeshift bunker was hardly suitable living accommodations for me. 

I didn't understand why not, but I saw it as being best to do as told. 

I felt this thing in my chest. I couldn't seem to focus. I also couldn't seem to forget about Jaime. 

Lately, before he was taken, he had been saying that we were dating. 

As in, we were together, or a couple. 

That stayed with me wherever I went. 

It seemed to get harder and harder to focus and get things done with Jaime gone. 

"Hey, Liz, we got a location for Blue and the others." Wondergirl told me. 

"彼は生きていますか?" (Is he alive?)

"What?" She asked.

"彼らは生きていますか?" (Are they alive?)

"How 'bout some English?" She asked.

I grabbed a pen and notepad from the desk beside her. 

Are they alive?  I wrote out. 

"Yes," she replied. "You're really worried about them, aren't you. Or maybe it's someone in particular?" She asked. 

I didn't know what I was to be worried. 

I shrugged to her. 

Jaime hadn't taught me what worried was. Maybe that is what this odd feeling is. 

~

We had gotten them all back safe. Jaime was going to head home. 

My phone chimed. 

I heard you were worried about me. 

I texted back. 

I don't know what it is to be worried. 

Chime. 

Maybe not. But I think you do. 

I was confused. 

?

Chime. 

You know what it is to be worried. You just didn't have a name for it yet. 

BTW: I would be worried about you too. 

I love you Liz.