Echo: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and decided to follow this story! I'm glad you like it so far. So here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.

However it was hard to ignore the loud footsteps of the patrol robot as it walked at a fast pace. It was even harder to ignore the patrol robot as it started to fire lasers after her…

"Crap!" She shouted as a laser struck the floor near her feet. This was one of the few times she wished she was a meta-human, particularly one who could either fly or run fast. Making her escape would be much easier then. But life was never easy, more so now than ever before.

She glanced back quickly before turning left down a hallway. There were three things on her mind at the moment.

Number one, find a way out.

Number two, put as much distance between her and the patrol robot as possible.

And most important was number three, don't get caught.

If she was caught they would stick a control collar on her, question her and then toss her in a work camp with constant supervision. That was one of her worst nightmares. After her parents were gone she had lived with some refugees, hiding from the Reach. The stories of what happened if you were captured by Reach still haunted her mind.

The only good thing about the patrol robots was that their footsteps often gave away their location. This one was no exception.

She only bothered to glance at the various rooms as she passed them, most of the rooms appeared to be storage rooms without any windows. At least one of the rooms had to have a window or at least a door to the outside. This was what she got for not checking out the place before settling down to look through all the books.

Her train of thought was interrupted by an onslaught of lasers. A scream of pain escaped her lips as one of the lasers struck her upper left arm. Stumbling forward, she ran into the nearest room. Pressing her back up against the wall, she glanced at her arm. Her hoodie was a little singed where the laser had struck.

As she attempted to move her arm, she cursed. The patrol robot was using stun lasers.

The Reach would get her if she was hit in the back by one of those lasers. Not only that but it was going to be a few hours before she would be able to move her left arm again. Even if she was right handed, not being able to use her left arm would slow her down.

Sheathing her dagger for now, she finally glanced around the room, only to find it to be windowless. However, there was a door that caught her attention. An empty bookshelf that had been knocked over was lying in front of it.

Looking to the doorway besides her, she quickly moved over to the other door. The thundering footsteps were growing closer. She needed to get through that door and fast.

There was no way to go around the bookshelf, so she would have to settle for climbing over it. That was going to be difficult without the use of her left arm. However, it was her only way out of this room. She wasn't foolish enough to try heading back into the hallway.

Placing her right hand on the flat surface of the fallen bookshelf, she pushed off the ground with her feet and leaned forward. With a bit of momentum she was able to get one leg over the other side. Turning slightly she moved her other leg over as well.

Just as she jumped off of the bookshelf, a laser flew past her head, hitting the door. Cursing under her breath, she glanced back to see the patrol robot at the doorway. Reaching forward with her right hand, she grabbed the door handle as an assault of lasers came at her.

With her gaze going back and forth from the door to the patrol robot, she ducked down just as the lasers hit the door. Turning the handle, she yanked the door open before scrambling through and slamming the door shut behind her. She could practically hear her heart beating loudly, almost as if someone was drumming right in her ear. Pressing her back against the door, she blinked slightly; let her eyes adjust to the brighter room.

The brightness of the room meant that the ceiling had caved in or there were windows. Noticing that it was the later, she smiled. Finally, a way to escape the library!

She jogged over to the windows, trying to figure out which one would be the easiest one to open with just one hand. From the looks of it the last window on her right appeared loose enough. Her gaze drifted over to the door she entered through before moving to stand in front of the window.

As she started to push the window up, a blur flew past the windows outside. Before her thoughts could even process what the blur could have been, there was a brown haired boy standing in front of the window outside. Blinking in surprise, she took a step back.

Before either of them could say a word, the sound of snapping wood filled the air. Her gaze instantly went to the door before looking back to the boy.

"Help me get this window open!" She said loudly, panic in her voice. If he spoke a reply, she didn't hear it. She was too focused on getting the window open as well as the sound of wood snapping. The patrol robot had to be by the door by now.

At that thought the window was finally opened and just in time too.

The patrol robot came crashing into the room, the wooden door easily snapping from the force.

With her panic rising, she climbed through the window with the help of the brown haired boy. She was thankful for his help. After all, she doubted that she would have been able to open the window by herself before the patrol robot came into the room. However, there was no time to thank the boy.

She landed on the ground with a small thud, glancing back only to see the patrol robot firing lasers in their direction. Before she even got the chance to look back at the boy, she was scooped up into his arms and the next thing she knew, wind was hitting her face. She closed her eyes to keep them from watering due to the force of the wind.

Then all of a sudden the wind stopped and she realized that the boy had stopped running. Opening her eyes, she looked at him, staying silent as she was placed on her feet. Off in the distance she noticed the city.

"Thanks, for helping me out."

"No problem. Getting captured by the Reach isn't crash at all."

With a small smile she nodded her head. He was certainly right about that. Being in the hands of the Reach wasn't crash at all.

"So who exactly do I owe my thanks to?"

"The name's Bart."

"Well, thanks again Bart. I'm Alexandra, but I prefer Alex."

Echo: And that's chapter 2! Please review!