Cracking An Enigma (a YJ fanfic) COMPLETED

Chapter Thirty: The End?

"I'm feeling like a little kid."
Taron Egerton, I'm Still Standing

YOU KNOW WHEN you just have this feeling? That feeling, when you know everything is going to be alright. There's no questioning it; you just know. It's like in the pit of your stomach, even if you've just found out that your mentor could be wanted in a far stretch away from Earth.

That was the feeling I got when I was standing next to Natasha, simply enjoying the view. We were in a quiet moment, there was no banter exchanged between us. It was just nice to be in each other's company.

"Shades?"

I hummed in response.

"You know when I told you about the dimension theory?"

Oh God, not this again.

"Hah, I knew you'd remember."

I rolled my eyes, "How could I forget? I have forever questioned your sanity after that day."

"Well," she continued, ignoring my comment, "you ever thought about who might have did this?"

I actually paused, and thought about it. "It seems a bit... Askew, doesn't it?" I gestured to the endless space in front of us, only separated by two sheets of strong glass. "As if... Something went wrong."

"Yeah," Natasha agreed. "I know for a fact I'm not supposed to be here."

"Maybe... We're both not meant to be here."

"You're suggesting we crashed this dimension?"

"In a way, yes."

"I wonder what it would have been like before we came. If we hadn't have came at all," Natasha murmured.

"Without you? Quite boring," I chuckled, and we shared a short laugh together.

"But seriously," she said suddenly, "who do you think did it?"

"As in, made up the whole idea?" I asked, frowning.

"Well, I know it's a girl," Natasha spoke dismissively. "Bit of a crazy girl at that though, huh?"

"Yeah," I hummed, searching the beautiful cosmos with my muddy brown eyes.

"I'd like to meet her one day," she said thoughtfully. "Not to give her a piece of my mind but... Just to meet her. You know?" She questioned, turning her head towards me.

"Yeah," I smiled, "me too."

There was another peaceful silence. Then Natasha blinked, and started rustling around in her satchel for something.

"I got you a present," she stated, still pawing through the contents of her bag. After around thirty seconds, she pulled out something I thought I'd never see again.

My rather worn copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. The last time I'd seen it had, been the last day underneath the theatre. "Where did you get this?" I asked, taking it from her, and running my fingers over the faded cover.

"Found it under Gotham Theatre," she replied. "Thought I should fish it out for you."

"Thank you," I uttered softly.

Maybe she's not a douchebag after all.

"No problem, Shades," she replied, whacking my back.

Ouch. I take it back, she is a douchebag.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Natasha chuckled, saluting me, "the Justice League wants another meeting. See ya," she left, with a flap of her hand. I waved back, before spying a bench, which happened to have an excellent view to the stars.

I sat down on it, and slowly opened the cover of To Kill A Mockingbird to it's first chapter.
With a satisfied sigh, I crossed my legs, and began to read.

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged...

The End
(Of book one)

A/N: tell me if you guys want a sequel!