I've known about Grace Choi for long time now and I'm very much in love with the woman. I noticed that there wasn't a lot of fanfic for her here so I thought I'd try my hand at it. There aren't a lot of Grace Choi comics either but I'm still holding out hope for that. Also, I really hate the 'reboot' at DC. They've made a mockery out of everything.

I own nothing but my imagination.

Grace Choi/Other female character - A/U

WARNING: F/F

Rating: T/M

The following story contains mature subject matter and is suitable for adults only.
If you are easily offended by course language, or 'blue' humor, or by strong sexual content, please do not continue.

Reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 1

Sitting in her too small of a chair and staring up at the monitors, Grace was carelessly bouncing a leg up and down and sighed loudly. She started to swivel in her seat from side to side, drumming her fingers on her thigh, not really knowing or caring whom she annoyed.

Lately she had a lot on her mind; it was something that she couldn't shake off anymore. It was wearing on her nerves. Normally, she'd just find the closest seedy bar and lose herself there but even she found that tiresome.

"Do you mind?"

Grace turned and arched an eyebrow and smirked.

"Do I care?" Grace shot back as she leaned against the armrest. Helena mumbled something unintelligible and swivelled in her seat and watched the computer screen. Grace just snickered under her breath. She honestly didn't have a problem with the woman, she just reminded Grace of a teacher she once had when she was young.

Grace felt the grin slowly fall from her face. She really had to get outta here and do something besides sitting around all night. Sitting back in her chair, her legs wide, Grace leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling and started to hum to herself.

Fuck…I hate the night shift…Grace thought to herself idly.

Helena cleared her throat and glared at Grace. The taller woman just smiled, crossed an ankle over a broad thigh and threw her hands behind her head, the muscles in her arms flexing, and threw Helena a wink.

Helena's eyes narrowed before she growled in frustration.

"Y'know, I know 5 year olds with better attention spans then you," Helena said in irritation. This just made Grace grin widely.

"By all means, go find yourself the company of the little rug rats. Personally, I don't mind some alone time with myself anyways. Long over due," Grace said lewdly and wiggled her eye brows for effect.

Helena made a face before she shot back, "What is your deal? Why do you have to be such an egotistical, vulgar jackass! Think that makes you tough?"

Grace set her foot down with a thud and sat up. She cocked her head to the side before she gave Helena a sexy smirk.

"For a teacher, you've got one hell of a potty mouth on you. What else are you hiding under all that?" Grace knew how to push people's buttons. Helena was no exception.

Helena threw her hands up in frustration. She was saved from replying when a beep from the computer screen caught her attention. Grace was next to her in a heart beat.

Grace leaned down, her arm right next to Helena's face. They both stared down at the screen as Arsenal's face popped up.

"Hey you two. How are things there? You haven't killed each other yet?"

Grace quickly glanced at Helena before replying.

"You just interrupted some bonding time," Grace said sarcastically. Arsenal just chuckled as Helena glared at the both of them.

"What do you want?" Helena said through gritted teeth.

Arsenal's expression changed quickly. Grace had a bad feeling about this.

"It's Anissa. Something's happened…"

Grace and Helena stared at the screen in silence. Grace felt an emotion wash over her, something she hadn't felt in a very long time.

"What?" Helena whispered. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Arsenals voice and appearance grew sombre as he spoke.

"We need to get the rest of the team together. Now."

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"Jefferson's on the war path. We gotta find Anissa before he does something stupid," Arsenal said as he rushed around the room. Grace was uncharacteristically quiet. Roy stole secret glances at his friend.

He knew that Anissa was everything to Grace. Even after Anissa's return from her a coma, and their eventual break up, Anissa was Grace's world. There were no hard feelings; it was just one of those things that happened.

What surprised Roy the most was how well Grace had taken their breakup. No girly tears, no hysterical screaming…hell not even one violent out burst, thought Roy. Which in an odd ball way worried him.

"How could you let this happen?" Grace asked calmly. She stood in front of a monitor, just staring at nothing, her hands shoved into her pockets. Roy shook his head although Grace couldn't see.

"I don't know. One minute everything was going fine and then the next…," Roy trailed off as he shrugged his massive shoulders. He moved to stand next to Grace and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Grace just nodded and remained silent.

"Arsenal! Have you found her?"

Roy quickly turned and ran to the larger screen. Shift's face was solemn. He was a good man to have by your side when things went south. And he cared.

Roy shook his head. "No. Any trace on what happened?" Shift just shook his head. Indigo stood next to him.

"No one is saying a thing. I am starting to worry, Roy," said the android. In the background, Roy saw a group of thugs tied up like a Christmas present.

Nodding Roy just gave them both a tight smile.

"Thanks. Keep trying."

"Do you need help with Jefferson?" Shift asked. Roy shook his head.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out." He signed off before the screen went blank.

Helena and Starfire were busy with trying to pick up a signal from Thunder but they continued to run into dead ends. Both were slowly growing frustrated.

"Damn it," Helena mumbled as she came up empty. Again.

Roy looked over at Grace, who still hadn't moved, and sighed inwardly. He walked up next to her and spoke softly so the others wouldn't hear.

"Why don't you take off? Get some rest."

Grace shook her head.

"What am I supposed to do? I'll just do the same thing there that I'm doing here."

Roy didn't know what to say. She was right. When his daughter had been kidnapped, all he did was pace the floors, slowly going insane.

"Well if you're gonna stay, might as well make yourself useful," he replied trying to lift the mood. Grace just nodded and moved to a terminal and started working. Roy just sighed, his joke falling on deaf ears.

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It would be several hours before Nightwing had any sort of information.

"Last known address leads to an old abandoned warehouse. The thing is its empty. Nothing's been touched." Nightwing said through the screen, his frustration at hitting another dead end clearly showing on his face.

Roy ran a hand over his tired face. This was getting harder by the minute. He mumbled his thanks then turned off the screen.

At some point during their search, Jade had wandered into the room. She was helping Starfire look for clues. Helena was out canvassing the area and calling in favours from friends.

Shift and Indigo, under Arsenal's orders, went after Black Lightning to try and stop him from destroying whatever got in his way.

Grace still hadn't said anything. And everyone was growing worried.

Soon, everyone agreed it would be better to follow up on leads rather then staying inside. They all went their way promising to check in every couple hours.

Arsenal was the last to go, but before he did, he glanced at his friend.

"Hey, you comin?" Roy asked quietly. Grace didn't look up from her screen but shook her head. Her chin was resting on her palm as she leafed through images on the monitor.

Roy walked back and stood next to her. She was looking through old photos of Anissa and herself. He never realized how much Anissa meant to Grace until now.

"She loved you," he stated softly as he sat down. Grace just cocked her head to the side and gave him a look her couldn't read.

"I don't think so," she replied sadly. She sighed and sat back against the chair and crossed her massive arms over her chest.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Grace shrugged, "What's to talk about?" She reached out and shut of the screen. Roy didn't know what to say. Apparently Grace picked up on his hesitation.

"Look. It happened. You can't change it. Just let it go, ok? I'm fine." Grace stood and jerked her head to the side.

"Let's go and find her."

With that, Roy mutely followed her out.

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"We were able to calm him down…for now," Shift said as his eyes followed Roy pace one end of the room.

Jefferson Pierce was a man never to be messed with when it came to his daughters. He had been strongly opposed to Anissa's need to follow in his footsteps. His urge to protect his little girl was always at the forefront. This was just another reason why he never wanted her to join the Outsiders.

It had taken almost 2 days but the team some how found Anissa. But what they found didn't make them feel any better. Nor did it make sense. No one could explain it but Anissa's powers seemed to mutate. Not even her own father could understand how Anissa's powers can change so much.

Roy stopped in front of Shift, his hands on his hips.

"But why didn't she say anything to us? Goddamnit! We're supposed to be a freakin team, and she doesn't say anything to us?" Roy almost yelled. He couldn't believe that Anissa would do something so careless.

"And what was she supposed to say? 'Hey guys, guess what? I can disappear at any given moment!' I'd be pissing myself with fear. I don't blame her for running," Owen said sardonically. He was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed.

Roy spun on his heel about to lay out Owen when Dick and Shift stepped in between the two.

"Knock it off you guys. This isn't helping anyone," Dick said as he glanced at Grace. She was leaning a shoulder against the wall, next to Owen. She had been silent since the moment Jade found Anissa but everyone knew that she was wound up tighter then Big Ben.

Inhaling deeply, Grace knew that everyone expected her to do something. She pushed away from the wall and casually made her way to the end of the hall and stared at the door to the room where Anissa was in.

Her father was in there, along with her mother and sister. Grace was 100 percent sure that they were trying to convince their youngest daughter to get out of 'the business' before something happened to her as well.

Grace could hear the rest of the group speaking in hushed tones and she shook her head. She was growing tired and frustrated of all the sideway glances she got when she walked into the room. Turning on her heal and taking the few short steps into the waiting room, Grace stood silently, hands on her hips, and waited until everyone stopped and stared at her.

"I don't know what you're expecting from me, but I said I was fine. I can hear you talking about me behind my back! If you've got something to say, then say it. Or shut the hell up!"

Grace could feel every ounce of her patience boil. She felt it slowly evaporate as she stood and waited for her 'team' to say something. She clenched and unclenched her jaw as she waited. After a moment of silence, she turned and stalked off down the hall.

"Well…that went well," Shift said to no one in particular. Everyone gave him a look as he shrugged.

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Grace was far enough from the group that she finally let out a sigh and ran a hand through her choppy hair. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes.

She wasn't fine at all. She figured that if she repeated it enough she'd believe that she was. But faced with the reality that she could easily lose Anissa…again, she had to admit to herself that all was not fine.

When Anissa fell into a coma, it took all of Graces will power not to go off the deep end. She had visited her former girlfriend every day, for as long as the doctor's would allow her to. She left before her parents, more notably her father, stopped by.

Grace remembered when they first hooked up. How stressed Anissa was whenever the subject of her father would come up.

"No!"

"Anissa, baby, you're gonna have to tell him eventually," Grace said softly. She had a massive arm wrapped gently around the shorter woman's waist. She softly caressed Anissa's exposed stomach and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Again Anissa shook her head, "absolutely not! Do you know what he'd do to you…to me if he found out that his little girl was…doin stuff with someone like…," Anissa faltered a bit. She knew she had said too much when she felt Grace stiffen behind her.

"Grace, I didn't mean-"

"'Someone like me', isn't that what you were goin to say?" Grace was now sitting up. Anissa shivered at the loss of Grace's body heat. She reached out when Grace started to reach for her cloths which were scattered all over the floor.

"Grace! No! That's not what I meant," Anissa begged. She clutched the bed sheet close to her chest as scrambled off the bed.

Grace had yanked on her top and was in the middle of shoving on her cargo pants. She snapped her head around, angry eyes glaring at the younger woman.

"WHAT! WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU MEAN?" Grace demanded. Anissa reached out cautiously and laid a hand on Graces chest.

"My dad's already met you, remember. He wasn't exactly too thrilled to have a 'tattooed punk rocker' watching my back," Anissa said softly. She smiled sheepishly as if trying to soften the words.

Grace clenched her jaw hard, fighting the urge to blurt something out that might ruin her chances with Anissa. Inhaling deeply, Grace looked away.

"So what am I then?" She asked quietly.

"Grace-"

"Am I gonna be your dirty little secret?" Grace continued. Anissa swallowed when she saw the look in Grace's eyes. She backed up as Grace took a step forward. Grace tossed her pants to the side as she continued to advance.

"Daddy's little girl has a dirty little secret, doesn't she?" Grace now had Anissa sandwiched between a wall and her body. The shorter woman tried to even her breathing but it was useless when she felt a muscled thigh slide between her legs.

Grace saw the slightest reaction and her smile became predatory. Grace reached down and clasped both of Anissa's hands in her own and raised them above Anissa's head and held her there.

"Can't let daddy know what his little girl does behind closed doors now, can we? How dirty she can get," Grace said as she grinded herself against a pinned Anissa. The other woman groaned as she felt herself getting wet…again.

Grace gave Anissa a cocky smirk and slid a hand in between the two of them.

"Shit…Grace!" Anissa felt her breath quicken. Grace said nothing more as she dragged Anissa back to the bed and none to gently shoved her back. Climbing on top but holding her upper body on her forearms, Grace began a slow grind against Anissa until she felt the woman beneath her move in time with her.

Grace lowered her head and clamped her lips against Anissa's as she did a lot more 'dirty' things to her, causing Anissa to cry out several times.

It would be much later when the two finished their conversation…

Grace shook her head as she came to a stop. That was always a sore spot for them. Grace understood Anissa's hesitation but she had hoped that in time Anissa would somehow tell her father about them. Although Grace had a suspicion that Mr. Pierce knew – he was a smart man.

Grace had to admit, she wasn't exactly the kind of person you're parents wanted to meet – rough around the edges and all. But she did have her moments, as Anissa would say. Grace just didn't understand why Anissa couldn't…or wouldn't tell him.

She sighed. There was no use on dwelling on something that was pointless now.

She noticed that she had been wandering farther down the hall then she expected. She looked a bit surprised as she realized she stopped in front of a little chapel.

She gave it a once over and was tempted to walk in but she couldn't bring herself to do it…yet. Shaking her head, she turned on her heel and quietly made her way back to where the others were.

When everyone saw her, they wisely kept quiet. They all sat there until Mr. Pierce emerged from Anissa's room. The small group all stood and gathered around. They all took in Jefferson's tired face and felt a pang of guilt shoot through them.

"There's still no change," he said tiredly. Everyone murmured their worries to the other. Grace swallowed the lump that was in her throat and had to look away for a moment. When she turned back, Jefferson was staring at her with an odd look.

Before Grace or Jefferson could do anything, Roy was speaking.

"Let's all go home. There's not much we can do right now," he said softly. Everyone else agreed and started to file out, each member pausing to give a supportive hand on his shoulder. The last person to leave was Grace.

"Will you let me know if anything changes?" Grace asked softly. Jefferson was quiet as he considered the question. After a minute he nodded slowly.

"You were good for her," he said all of a sudden. Grace's head snapped up stunned.

Jefferson just turned on his heel and slipped back into the room leaving Grace to wonder what he meant.

Grace went and stood by the door and looked into the small window. Jefferson, his ex-wife and their youngest were standing around the bed. And there was Anissa, lying on the bed looking weak. Grace felt a little awkward watching; she never experienced that kind of thing before. Love. Family. It was foreign to her.

She had been given up as a baby only to be shuffled around from one foster home to the next. She'd been in and out of so many homes she'd need to use an abacus to count them all. Backing away carefully and with out a look back, Grace made her way out of the hospital.

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"So what are you gonna do dad? Lock me in here for the rest of my life?"

Anissa hated being treated like a child. And her father knew how to make her feel like one. Jefferson Pierce had never wanted his two daughters to get involved with the whole super hero thing. He went so far to hide his own super powers from them.

"Niecy, don't do this. Please," the big man begged. Anissa was tired of this. Her whole life she had to prove something to her father. To everyone. And she was sick of it.

"Dad, if you think for one second that I'm just gonna sto-"

"Baby, listen to your father," Lynn requested gently. She laid a hand on their daughter's shoulder and gave it a loving squeeze.

"But mom-"

"Your father's right. Until we can figure out what is going on with you, you can't rejoin your team. It's too dangerous. Not only for yourself, but for the one's you're trying to protect," Lynn pleaded.

Sighing, Anissa nodded. "So…what do we do now?" She asked worriedly. No one had an answer.

Jennifer looked around and shrugged.

"I could always fill in for yo-"

"NO!"

Jennifer jumped a little. All three heads turned and glared at her. Again, Jennifer shrugged.

"Hey, can't blame me for trying," she said with a grin. Lynn and Anissa giggled while their father continued to glare.

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