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I've always imagined Kaldur as a hopeless romantic, so here he is reflecting on his team.

~BeautifulSurvivor

Loved is Saved

My name is Kaldur'ahm. I was in love.

My best friend took her. She went willingly.

I do not know how I forgave him, but I did. I had my friends, my team, to thank for that, although I do not know if that is something I should be thanking them for. Of course, none of them realized my pain. They are oblivious, too caught up in their own lives, like fish in a net, to take note of me. Not that I complain; for I am just a drop in the ocean, a small part of the magical force that is the ocean. But now I am listless, floating on the waves, waiting for something, someone, to save me.

My friends, my team, all have someone to save them. Everyone has someone. But not me.

Ever since M'gann flew through the zeta tube, Connor was safe. They care so much for each other, that I am astounded Connor has not killed a villain for threatening her. To him, she is the bright spot in his dark world, the one happy, cheerful place where he is loved and has a home. I wonder what it feels like. To M'gann, Connor is a rock to hold when the world is about to sweep her away. A constant source of everlasting joy. When she glances at Superboy, I can see her eyes glow in a way Tula's never did. I am glad for them. For they are safe.

Artemis and Wally, although they may deny it, are inexplicably attracted, and like the currents that rip through the ocean, they duel around the other, fighting yet working together to form a cohesive whole. Artemis never doubts that she is correct in the fact that Wally is wrong, and that he will never cease to be her nemesis. Does she secretly know her own feelings? I do not know. Yet I am certain that she secretly cares for Wally. I wish someone cared for me; even if it was hate. They would still care. Wally knows. He knows how he feels for the archer. Since the failsafe experiment, I, as well as Robin, have known how he feels. It was blatantly obvious, and I am convinced that the only reason he continues his flirtatious antics is to gain her attention. She is mysteriously unattainable to him. Even though they do not know it, they too are safe.

Robin is simultaneously an enigma and as readable as a child's book. He seems to be alone, but I know better. He and Zatanna, perhaps, or Wondergirl - it remains to be seen. Yet he is so young, so he is safe for the simple reason of his father's love. I have no doubts that Batman is the boy's father; in spirit or in blood, I do not know. At least I have such a bond with my Queen, Mera. It makes up for my horrid father. Zatanna may not be a part of my team, yet I believe that she, too, is safe; she and Robin - How do they say it?- "Hit it off", and with their butchering of the English language, they shall make fun in the face of danger. For Robin, safety is within reach.

And me. I was cast adrift. But I will find my way home, to safety, one day. I have so much heart to give, and I hope someday soon I will meet her. My rock. My ocean. My world. Is it too much to ask, to love? And while I would never express these thoughts to the world, I hope that she will understand this without the need for words.

And she will be one with the world. Just like I am one with the ocean.

And then I will be safe.

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