Hey Guys! PPz here! I just wanted to let you guys know that I have most of the chapters prewritten, but I don't want to get ahead of myself by posting more than I can write. So every time I write a chapter, I will post a chapter. I just got done with chapter 5 and I'm starting chapter 6 tomorrow afternoon. You guys are just lucky I started posting when I was almost done with my chapter. Thanks for reviewing the chapter, so far the story (in a single day!) is in a slow incline.

I just wanted you guys to know that as I write, you get an update. If I don't finish a chapter within two weeks, I'll post one anyway. I know how it gets when one of your favorite stories doesn't get updated, so any time within two weeks is when you guys get more of the story!

Disclaimer (since I forgot it originally) I only own Lyssa! I don't own the Cave, or the characters, or the funky little plots that ensue when they are in actual episodes. Just Lyssa, and any other OC is just randomly implant, which I doubt will happen.

Lyssa was a hard OC to write, by the way. I didn't want to make her too sassy or too Mary Sue, so I had to be careful on how I worded everything. I'm a bit proud of myself, but don't confuse me for arrogant. I did mess up a lot. If you guys have any questions, ask away!

Enjoy Chapter 2!

Chapter 2:

By the time lunch came around, Wally had shown up, and offered his most debonair smile and a kiss on the hand. Lyssa had been warned of the ginger, but she didn't find it annoying, but rather endearing, as she did with Robin. He was just a little taller than her, almost the exact same height, and had red hair, freckles on his cheeks, and eyes that were like emeralds. He possessed the power to run faster than any man alive, besides Flash himself, who took pride in being the fastest man alive.

Megan made some sandwiches for lunch. More than a dozen of them were eaten by Wally, and the rest were for the remainder of the Team. Lyssa sat next to Megan at the edge of the counter, with Wally talking around a mouthful of meat and cheese trying to sweet talk to Martians. They just gave each other humored looks and giggled at his attempts.

It was when dinner came around when they settled down a bit. Robin had left to go home, giving the new Martian a nudge of good luck and a knowing look. Wally stayed for dinner and left to catch dinner at his house, saying a quick bye and speeding out before the farewell was returned. Kaldur stayed, making idle chat, but headed back to Shayeris at around eight. He said his goodbyes and left. Finally, Superboy and Megan remained, but that didn't remain for long when Superboy headed off to get a shower.

When it got to around nine at night, Megan and Lyssa were sitting in the lounge with the TV on and a bowl of caramel corn between them, quickly made after dinner and the team left. They were watching an Earth comedy that was for kids, not that they minded. They both transformed their biosuits into pajamas, curled their feet up, and were casually eating caramel covered popcorn.

"This is good," Lyssa said, looking at an individual piece that looked golden and delicious. She popped it into her mouth, "I never had this before."

"I learned about it on the cooking channel," Megan said, "Apparently it's popular when it comes to small children's parties and family gatherings. I can understand why, since it's so easy to make." She paused for a second, "How are you adjusting?"

Lyssa laughed, "You phrased that how my dad would. But I am adjusting well, thank you." She looked at her, "How did you?"

Megan looked down sheepishly, "I made a few mistakes. I did not know reading minds on Earth is an invasion of privacy. But the team corrected me and forgave me for my ignorance. They are a great group of people. Loyal and helpful and understanding."

Lyssa thought of the team she had met today, and nodded in agreement. She couldn't exactly deny it.

"So are you able to go on missions?" Megan asked.

Lyssa shook her head, "I'm not cleared for that yet. I don't even know how to fight."

Megan shrugged, "Canary starts training us in a few weeks. Maybe then-"

"Until then I'm going to be a useless lump who stays in the library," She sighed, floating to her feet, "I'm going to bed."

Megan nodded at her, "Okay. Cya in the morning!"

Nodding, the girl walked across the room, switching her suit into a pair of pajama shorts. She would have done it earlier, but she didn't want to seem trampy by wearing shorts that didn't cover much. Her top remained a tee shirt. She was well out of sight, down the hall, when she turned to the living quarters. She got to her door, almost walking past it the first time but quickly typing in her room code and entering.

In the short time she was given to fix up her room, she had painted the wall with a tub a paint that was in one of her boxes (with a note on top: From Canary). The wall was now a charming red color, she had white bed sheets and blankets so it went well together, and she found an old lamp in the corner of the closet that she now uses on her bedside table. Books and notebooks were neatly on the shelves of the desk, bed, and walls, the notebooks organized by subject and year and the books organized alphabetically.

In general, her room was organized how she wished it would be, and she was pleased with herself.

Lyssa went to her bed and went under the covers, the cool air chilling her skin and giving her bumps up her arms. She curled under them, turning off the light a moment later and sighing into her pillow. She wouldn't be of use to the team for a while, and she knew it. Her uselessness was going to be looming in the back of her mind until the end of her first mission, where she learned if she truly was as she thought she was.

Lyssa shook her head. Think of all the good things that happened today. She stared at the roof, thinking of entering the Cave. The excitement that went through her. Or meeting the full team. Robin, Megan, Superboy, Kaldur, and Wally. All so kind and helpful, though some were shy or not as bold as others. Seeing a room that she didn't have to share with siblings or, in general, with someone else. That was so new!

Her mind no longer saw the negative things that would happen in the future. She thought about right now. She smiled with content and closed her eyes, knowing that her mind would produce a dream of epic proportions.

|The Cave

|July 20 05:09 am

Lyssa found herself unable to sleep very well that night, and was forced awake early the next morning, stiff and weary eyed. She stretched out her arms, crossing them over her chest and feeling the muscles in her shoulder pull tight, then sitting up and feeling the same feeling in her back. It was a sore, warm feeling that made her sigh. Glancing over at the clock, she saw the time and internally groaned.

Too early she thought, though she knew in her mind that sleeping well the first night would be a miracle. It was her mind, racing so quickly and sorting through the past week with so fast it would do Kid Flash proud.

Lyssa stood from her bed and turned on the small light, giving the room a slight glow. She wasn't sure what to do with herself so early. She could open herself up to new things within the earthen culture by listening to music or watching movies, but Superboy's hearing would wake him up. She could go a try and cook, but she didn't quite understand everything in the kitchen here.

The library.

The words came to mind and Lyssa smiled. In her weary state, she reasoned a book would be good for going back to sleep. So she turned, putting in her password and leaving the room, using her psychic powers to turn off her lamp first.

Lyssa was careful not to walk, lifting a few inches off the ground before flying slowly to the library.

She was clever the day before. She knew to memorize where she needed to go, such as the showers, the missions' room, or the kitchen. For all the unnecessary places that she would find herself going recreationally, she made little notes on paper to lead her to the destination. In her hand was the small paper, kept in her pocket from the night before. After a short amount of time, she was looking at the distant image of the library doors.

Upon getting to the doors, she landed on the ground, careful not to make any loud thudding noises as she did. Her bare feet on the ground sent chills up her spine, but she ignored it and entered the library.

She was amazed with this room from the moment she saw it. There was two floors, both lined so perfectly with books and various volumes. Encyclopedias, dictionaries, thesaurus', biographies, autobiographies, and an assortment of fiction sat perfectly organized on each shelf, not a space bare. There was a reading area, were you could sit on a pair of chairs or on one of the two sofas and read in peace. Computers were available, hooked to the main system, and there was a phone there too.

Lyssa looked for a section to begin in. Locking eyes on a history section, she flew up to the second floor and landed on the platform, walking forward. She scanned the spines until she saw a book about American history. She also plucked a European history book off the next shelf, and below it a geography book. Taking the heavy books, she went down to the sofa, laying them onto the empty seat next to her, taking the one off the top-which happened to be the one about geography-and started reading.

Within the next hour, Lyssa had memorized the named of every state in America, their capital, and started on Mexico. She learned easily. It was useful, but on occasion she found herself thinking like she was a walking text book. It was annoying sometimes as well. She would talk like she was quoting the source of the information and people would give her strange looks. Though it was common, it made her a little timid when it occurred.

The next several hours passed with incredibly speed, with Lyssa getting lost with American history, geography, and European history. It was all so fascinating to her. By the time Kid Flash ran in to tell her breakfast was ready, she was almost a quarter of the way through the text.

"Lyssa?" Kid called out, stopping from his speedy pace at the threshold. "Meg said breakfast is ready. Where are you?"

Lyssa looked up from her book and leaned forward so she could be seen around a bookcase. "Over here, Kid Flash."

Kid walked over to her and leaned against the shelf. "What's that?"

"A history book of European countries," Lyssa pointed to the other two, "and those are American history and a geography book. I have to know the basics by the beginning of the academic season."

"I could always help you with that," He said with a wink.

She shook her head, "Thank you, but I like learning first hand. It keeps twisted information from displacing or replacing fact."

He shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat," he motioned for the door, standing straight, "The foods gonna be cold."

Lyssa laid the books down gently and stood from where she was, moving around slightly before walking towards Kid. He draped an arm over her shoulder and they walked together out of the Library.

The team was already gathered by the time that they arrived. The whole team. M'gann was pushing eggs around in a pan, Superboy was in the living room lounging, and Robin was perched at the counter next to Kaldur, who sat with a particularly straight posture. Food was lain out on plates a pitcher of water was on the counter between them all.

"Good morning," Lyssa greeted as she walked in, smiling at all of the people in front of her. She was pleasantly surprised that yesterday wasn't a dream.

A chorus of good morning's sounded in sync as she walked to the counter. Kid flashed over to the couch, a plate full of food in his hand in under a second. She took a counter seat, one of four, next to Kaldur in the middle.

"Where were you this morning, Lyssa?" Megan asked, "I went to wake you up but you were already out of bed."

"I decided to educate myself prematurely on the history and geography of parts of the world." She explained, pouring herself water. "I have been informed that it was part of the American education system to teach the history of one's country first, which originated from a European country called Britain. American presidents are supposed to be known as well, and state names and capitals."

Robin looked impressed, "You learned all of that in a morning?"

She shrugged shyly, "I've been up for three hours. I only learned from the beginning of the country to the presidency of James Buchanan. And for Britain, I learned from King William the Conqueror to Edward III. Out of the states, I only know the first thirteen colonies."

"You learned rather quickly," Kaldur said with a small smile, "Perhaps you will be cleared for missions sooner than we thought."

"When did you think I would be cleared?" Her eye brows were furrowed in prepared for an insult.

But it never came, "We do not wish to offend you, Lyssa. My apologies. We simply meant that we were informed that you had no training besides psychological in your life. It wasn't meant rudely."

His hand was on her arm comfortingly and she smiled at him, nodding. "Thank you for the compliment. And I was just insecure, ignore my pettiness."

"It was not petty," He assured.

She looked down at her hands, resting on the granite in front of her, and tried to fight the blush of slight embarrassment. "What is physical training like?"

"It's not that bad," Kid ensured from behind, coming around for seconds. "You heal."

When Lyssa showed a look of shock, Robin quickly interceded, "We'd start simple. Throwing punches and simple defense. We aren't going to have you sparring with Batman on your first fight."

Lyssa laughed slightly, "I'm all brains."

Kaldur said, "And usually, your powers would be good enough in a fight, but extensive training keeps you prepared for anything. Even Superboy will be needing training, and he's a younger clone of Superman."

Superboy grumbled under his breath.

M'gann slid her a bare plate, but Lyssa instead took a bowl, filling it with fruit and starting to eat. She had grown fond of Earth fruit and vegetables during her time on the Watchtower, when Canary would bring her some from a market in Star City. Her father brought her some as well from Chicago.

She ate quietly while a different conversation bloomed. Kid brought up when they were going to have another mission, since they really came together on their last one. As a side note, he told Lyssa not to talk to them mentally, since entering someone's mind was an invasion of privacy. M'gann turned a light shade of pink at this mention, but remained silent. Kaldur elbowed Kid but remained silent.

When Lyssa finished breakfast, she went around the counter and started helping clean the dishes. Though there was an objection by M'gann, she didn't listen, and proceeded to clean until all of them were drying on the rack. She then turned her eyes to the team. They had migrated since they finished eating. M'gann remained where she was, as did Superboy, but Kid and Robin now flanked him, and Kaldur stood between the sofa and the armchair, watching casually.

It was peculiar. They didn't notice but they all gravitated towards each other. Kaldur was leaning towards Kid, who was closest to him on the couch, and he was sitting closer than a normal length away from Superboy, as was Superboy to Robin. Even M'gann was slowly easing towards them. Their trust in one another was so obvious that it was as clear as a statement. It was…nice.

Lyssa leaned against the far counter and watched the game. Nobody noticed she wasn't there until Kaldur took a glance around and found where she was. He then silently made his way back to her and leaned against the counter next to her.

"This all must seem new," Kaldur said in an almost whisper.

Lyssa nodded, though she seemed a little distant at the moment. It took her a second to reply. "You are all so tightly knitted already. It's a bit intimidating."

"It'll take time to adjust, but you will," He said. "I'm sure of it."

Lyssa smiled, "You have a lot of faith in me. You only just met me. I don't understand how you could be so sure if you don't know all of the facts."

"You will find that not all facts are out in the open, and sometimes we have to guess to see what happens."

"So faith?"

Kaldur smiled. "Yes. Faith."

They shared a look and turned back to the TV

The team had been sitting around for a while when Martian Manhunter came in. Everyone had migrated to sit somewhere in the living area. With Wally, Robin, and Superboy all squished on the long couch, Kaldur in one armchair, and Megan and Lyssa sitting together on the other, with Lyssa cross legged on the seat while Megan was cross legged on the arm.

They didn't hear the entrance over the video games that were being played in turns by the members, but when they walked in, they all turned.

"Hey guys," Black Canary said, smiling. Martian Manhunter walked over to the gap between the couch and Kaldur's armchair. Lyssa stood up and so did Megan, both of them smiling.

"Uncle J'onn!"

Megan flew at Martian Manhunter as Lyssa rose from her own seat, walking towards him only after Megan released him from her embrace. Lyssa stepped next to Megan and nodded at the league members.

"Hello, father," She looked to her dad, "Black Canary." She looked to Canary.

She nodded back. "Hello, Lyssa. This is the follow up we were telling you about." She backed up and gave Lyssa room to walk. Lyssa walked to the hallway and paused, trying to think of where med bay was. Canary realized this and gently pushed past her, leading the way. Her father followed behind her.

Canary didn't take too long to get to their desired destination. They walked down the long hall and got to the end before taking a left, then another into the last door in the hallway. Canary got scanned by the sensor and walked in, then Lyssa, then Martian Manhunter. It announced their names and code numbers.

This medical bay wasn't like the one on the Watchtower. This one is smaller. Maybe it was because it was for the team, but before that it was the League's, so she didn't quite understand why the size would be different. There were beds like before, but these were against the wall, and all of the supplies were lined up on the counter, accept for the morphine and narcotics, which were locked in a large metal-door closet. The needles, surgical supplies, and everything that could be a potential weapon were also in there.

Lyssa sat on the first bed there and sunk barely into the hard mattress. Good thing she wouldn't be here long, or else she would wake up with a rigid back and sore shoulders. Canary went to the cabinet with Manhunter and they collected a needle and some disinfectants, preparing to draw blood. Lyssa curled her legs up and put her chin on her knees. When Canary came back over, she smiled at her.

"Arm out, please?" She said it like a request but Lyssa knew better. She extended her arm towards the League member and watched as she disinfected the area on her arm right below her elbow, proceeding the take a fresh syringe and withdrawing a full vile of red liquid. Canary put a small bandage on the spot she took the blood from and took said blood and put it in a cushioned container the size of an average book. She left first, but Martian Manhunter stayed, signaling for her to stick around as well.

"How is everything?" He asked, standing off to the left of her.

Lyssa shrugged. "It's only the second day. I don't think I should be judging only my second day into my stay here with the team."

He nodded. "That is fair. Do you like your living area? I had decided that one would best suit your needs for your living here at the Cave. Was I correct?"

She smiled, "Yes. The color is dark, but it looks nice when I turn the lights on, so I have no real problem with it. It has just enough room for all of my things, and more if I choose to do so. I appreciate the work you put into my stay."

"Of course," Manhunter said. "My offer of living in Chicago still stands if you change your mind. We can move you in under a day."

Lyssa smiled at her father. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I believe it would be easier to get to and from my designated school if I just stayed at the Cave. Besides, I see this as an opportunity to train and learn to get to know my teammates. It wouldn't be very productive if I was closed up in Chicago, not even trying to socialize with them." Then she paused and added, "I also find myself fond of the library."

He chuckled. "Indeed." He motioned for the door. "Before you begin doing missions, we must do a final physical. Plan for it in a few days. After that, you should be cleared for duty."

Lyssa nodded and stood, walking towards her father, who put an encouraging hand on her shoulder. She led her way into the hallway, but she went side-by-side once in the hallway. Even after being shown the way, she couldn't quite remember how to get from here to the living area. After they arrived there, Martian Manhunter bid them farewell and took his leave.

Lyssa turned to the team, their eyes curious and trained on her.

She smiled. "They were drawing blood to see how everything turned out. They said after the bloodwork is done, they will doing a final evaluation and I will be cleared for training."

Kaldur nodded. "When should that be?"

Lyssa shrugged. "My father said in a few days, but that's nothing exact." She looked at all of them. "So is it my turn?" She asked, changing the subject. She perched herself on the unused arm of the couch next to Wally and crossed her legs, taking the controller in hand and starting the game.