And yes, I realize that Jinx/Argent may be OOC. However, Argent was in the show for all of… a minute and a half? Don't get me wrong, she rocks, or she wouldn't be in my fanfic. It's just that she didn't get a lot of airtime and is therefore hard to make OOC. Jinx… I figure that since she's a reformed villain, she will have changed slightly. For most of her appearance s she was a bad guy, and once she became good she showed up for about thirty seconds. So since her personality would probably have changed slightly since her reform, and it was only demonstrated once for a very short while, she's also hard to make OOC. Not that anyone saying anyone's OOC was a problem; I just wanted to make that clear after ranting on it.

Argent has a car? is the first thing that runs through my head. So, naturally, the first thing that comes out of my mouth is, "Since when do you have a car?"

"Since I was old enough to drive, silly." Argent says, smirking slightly. "I needed to get around, and my dad had money that needed to be spent, so…" I tune out. Of course. Argent's rich daddy would buy it for her. "And it's actually really cute, all black and red, and a convertible to boot. Jinx, did you hear a word I just said?"

"Of course I did." I snap instantly. Never admit anything they can't prove. First rule of being a villain. What? Old habits die hard. Argent looks skeptical but doesn't push it.

"Okay." She says doubtfully, walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"To my car. Duh." All right, so I did sound a little testy, but really? Was the duh necessary?

"That's so second grade it doesn't even need a comment." I say, following her with quick, sharp footsteps.

She looks back at me. "And yet you gave me one. Thanks a bunch, mate." I look at her appraisingly. She's got a little style all her own, doesn't she? I'm almost impressed. Note the world almost.

"Not bad." I say, dismissive. "But your attitude needs work. I'm in charge here."

"Since when?"

"Since another person joined up." I reply coolly. "I sounded the alarm, I'm leading the rescue, I'm in charge. No questions."

"Does everyone put up with your attitude?"

"I said no questions!" Yes, for a matter of fact they do, Miss Smarty-Pants. "And no being lazy, either. I've had to put up with that once already."

"Yes." Argent says thoughtfully. "I'm quite interested in your time with the HIVE Five, actually. Care to tell me more?"

"No. They were a bunch of morons that I couldn't care less about."

"Really. Now that sounds interesting." Why the heck does she care?

"It wasn't." I snap immediately, irritated. "It was nothing but lame."

Argent stops in front of a black and red convertible. And this is probably her car, I think immediately. And I am right. Argent clicks the keys and the car chirps twice, the doors flying open. One nearly catches me in the gut, but I flip backwards onto my hands and then stand up again from a backbend.

Argent's eyebrows are raised, impressed but unwilling to say anything. "Reflex." I explain curtly, dusting imaginary dirt off my dress. "What did you do that for?"

"What?"

"Your car nearly hit me in the stomach!"

"Oh, that," She says dismissively. "Reflex." Argent gives me a sugary smile as she hops into the driver's seat, and I return it with a lemon-sucking grimace.

"Funny."

"Seriously, though, what happed with the HIVE Five?"

"Why do you care?" I huff, finally climbing into the car.

"Because I'm bored." She replies simply. That's not an answer. That's just a dodge. Argent fires up the engine and pulls neatly out of the parking spot. I bet she passed her driving test first time. Not that I've ever tried taking one.

Then she pulls around the corner into an alley and parks.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" I demand.

"Just a minute, keep your hair on." She sticks another key on the key ring, one that I hadn't noticed, into a small slot on the dashboard. A small hatch opens on the dashboard, a lever comes out, and she pulls it. Immediately, I hear a crunching sound as the tires fold into the sides of the car.

"What is going on?" I yelp, slightly panicked. It's not noticeable to anyone but me, though. I hope.

"We're preparing," Argent says as small wings extend from the car doors, one from each side.

"Preparing for what?"

Instead of responding, Argent pushes the lever upwards. There's a rumbling from down below the car, somewhere near the tires, and then a BOOM!

We're rocketing up from the ground in a red and black convertible.

"Nice, isn't it?" Argent says with the air of someone commenting on the weather. "Cyborg fixed it up for me. Right nice of him, I call it."

"If you're comfortable like this," I say sarcastically.

Either the sarcasm flies right over her head or she ignores it. "I find it very enjoyable, thanks."

My eyes narrow. Agh, never mind. Her car and how freaky it is aren't important right now. What's important right now is that we get to New Zealand, and fast.

But how are we supposed to find him anyway? His communicator only looked like he was heading for New Zealand. He could be in Hawaii or something.

Oh, crap. I'm going to have to do something I'd never wanted to do, and look for someone I'd never wanted to see again.

"We need to stop off in South California. San Diego, to be exact."

Argent looks at me, startled. "No… we need to go to New Zealand, remember? We can't go beach hopping right now." Her tone is firm. She obviously thinks I'm not taking this seriously.

"I know where we need to go. We need to go to San Diego."

Argent raises an eyebrow. "I thought we were looking for Kid Flash. Or are you going to give up on him?"

"I'm not giving up on him. I'm getting us a better way to track him."

"If his communicator's turned off, then we can't-"

"I know we can't track him if his communicator's turned off. We can't track him right now, anyway."

"Your point being? Our best bet is to go to New Zealand."

"That's what Robin said." My eyes are narrowed, and the disdain in my voice would be evident to anyone but a simpleton.

"And that's why it's our best bet!" Argent's temper is rising slightly. "Why on Earth would we need to go to San Diego, California, if we want to track Kid Flash?" Her pitch is growing higher with every word. Sooner or later she'll break the glass in the windshield.

I bite my lip. If I tell Argent why we need to go to California, she'll start asking questions about the HIVE Five again. I got rid of those questions earlier – I don't want to deal with them again.

My voice is cold as I respond. "Let's just say I need to visit an old friend."

Sorry if I kept you waiting too long – I've had slight writer's block. Oh well, it's gone now. Don't forget to send in couple requests, and who do you think Jinx wants to go visit?