Blue Beetle and Firestorm (Young Justice Fan-Fiction)

Trust (Chapter 32)

-Tiffany POV-

Tears blurred my vision as I looked out the window. This... this was just wrong. It was wrong for me to purposely make Jaime fall asleep by knocking him out (in the most painless way possible.) But I did not want to finish that conversation.

And to top it all off, I was lying to him. Everything I said to him was a lie. Of course I'm leaving and of course I'm going alone. I didn't have to guts to tell him and see his reaction to my decisions. He just couldn't see right now that i was doing this for the both of us. I know he wants to help me and he's helping by staying here in Texas out of harms way.

I wiped my tears, pulling myself together. My head was still racing and i can feel my chest tighten up from all of this stress and emotions. I took out my drawing kit and sat down at his desk quietly and turned on the desk light. Jaime was still snoring softly. I didn't have to worry about him waking up though. He was without a doubt in a deep sleep.

Drawing was the way i controlled myself, keep me from going crazy. The way i use to handle my stress was smoking and drinking which you should NEVER DO because i realized over time it would have made everything worst if i didn't stop. But i haven't touched a single drop of alcohol in many years and stopped smoking cigarettes and pens for the last couple of month. Drawing is the better and safer alternative.

I sat and drew anything for hours, my eye lids slowly starting to close, the pencil in my hand starting to get heavy. Before i knew it, my head fell smack down onto the table, all the pencils dropping to the floor. I was that tired.

-Jaime POV-

I woke up from my heavy sleep, everything that Tiffany and I had talked about the night before a blur. I couldn't remember anything from last night. Weird.

I turned to my left expecting Tiffany to be laying there, but when she wasn't, it took me by surprise. Maybe she downstairs? I swung my legs to side of the bed and felt something at the bottom of my feet. Colored pencils? I looked up and saw Tiffany, head down on my desk. She had fallen asleep on my desk.

"Babe. Tiffany. Wake up." I poked her on her side, making her blot up right. "I'm awake! Holy crap, ow." She twisted her neck making a popping sound. "You fell asleep drawing?" She laid her head back staring back at me.

"I was tired." I kissed her forehead. She smiled at me and put her head back upright. "What time is it?" she asked.

"9:00." She groaned and walked out the room to go get ready. I followed her out and went to the other bathroom to get ready also.

When I came back into my room she was sitting on my window still her legs dangling out of my window. "What-"

I heard the familiar sound of a incoming call coming from my com, "Firestorm and Blue. Report to the Cave."

Tiffany pressed down on it to respond. "We'll be there soon." She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders unsure of why we had to go down there. I suited up quickly while she pulled off her clothes to reveal her red and black uniform. Putting on her mask, she jumped out the window and flew to the direction of the nearest Zeta-Tube, me following close behind.

When we walked into the Cave, Aqualad, Batgirl and Mal were waiting for us there, a news broadcast paused on the computer.

"Firestorm, they have raised the price on your finding to $100,000 and also raised the alert for your finding." Aqualad said pointing to the news report.

"And..." Tiffany said, not getting the point.

"You need to be careful, because there has been 'sightings' of you. So now the media knows you're alive, not missing or dead like everyone suspected. Also your pervious foster parents are concern on your where about."