Raimundo sat in a cell, running his hands through his hair and sighing repeatedly. He had been set up. Tammy had set him up. How could he be so stupid as to trust her again? Maybe Kimiko had a point; he had loved her. This would make him a danger to the Rebellion. Perhaps it would be better if he had just stayed dead in that other time.

The door scraped open and Jermaine stood in the doorway. Raimundo looked up.

"Jermaine!" He said.

Jermaine didn't answer, but just ignored him as he brought in a tray of food.

"Jermaine! I was set up! Come on, you know I wouldn't do this!"

Jermaine continued to ignore him as he walked back towards the door. Raimundo grabbed his arm to try and get him to listen and Jermaine pulled out a gun.

"Sorry Rai," He said quietly, "but until we have proof we have to treat you like any other traitor."

"I didn't do this!" He said.

"You were in contact with the enemy. You went to meet them and somehow ended up with a whole lot of information addressed to them." He said, "It looks pretty bad."

"I know, but …" Raimundo let go of Jermaine's arm.

"Look, Kimiko is trying to speak out of your behalf, but the evidence is there and … she's got to think of the whole Rebellion's safety, not just yours." He said.

Raimundo sat back down on the bed.

"With any luck she'll be able to find something to clear you, but she's got to look at it from both sides and if the wrong side is stronger …" Jermaine looked around, "You might want to think about getting out of here."

"Running will only make it look like I've got something to hide!"

"But it will give you the time to find proof that you're innocent." Said Jermaine.

"I won't do it." Said Raimundo.

"Think of Kimiko Raimundo," Said Jermaine, "You can spare her the pain of having to sentence you for this!"

"I'm not running!" Raimundo said sharply, standing up.

Jermaine looked into his eyes.

"I'm back up to your office to help the investigation," Jermaine sighed, "Can you think of anything that will help prove you innocent?"

Raimundo shook his head slowly.

"Then just sit tight," Said Jermaine, "It's going to be a bumpy ride."

Jermaine got back to the office and saw Kimiko standing at Raimundo's desk, holding a frame in her hand. He walked over and saw it was a picture of the four dragons, back at the temple. She caught sight of him and dropped it; it shattered on the floor. Jermaine walked over and picked the photo out of the broken frame.

"Have you found anything?" He asked.

"No … there's nothing." She said.

"He's feeling pretty sorry for himself down there." Jermaine said.

"Well …good." She said.

"You don't mean that Kim," Jermaine said.

"Right now I'm too angry to feel sorry for him." She said.

"He messed up Kim, he's not a traitor. You know that." Said Jermaine.

"Do I?" She asked.

"Maybe not on the outside, but deep down you know he wouldn't do this." Said Jermaine.

"There's no proof to suggest he didn't." She said.

"This has nothing to do with proof. What do you feel?"

Kimiko looked around at him.

"I want to believe he wouldn't do this … but I can't help thinking that maybe …" She bit her lip.

"Maybe he never stopped loving her?" Asked Jermaine.

"Maybe he's just been playing along with her this entire time and I was just too stupid to see it." Kimiko sighed and looked around the office.

"There's nothing here." She said, "It looks like he's guilty, not matter what he might have done."

Jermaine shook his head.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I'm going to take him and the evidence to court and we'll see how it turns out." She said, "You never know, he might get lucky."

Jermaine looked at her pretty face, doubt etched into every inch of it.

"Yeah," He said sympathetically, "He might."

It was the next day that Jermaine entered Raimundo's cell.

"It's time." He said.

Raimundo was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. He didn't move. Jermaine walked over.

"Due to the fact you did not hire an attorney, we have appointed you one." He said formally.

Raimundo didn't move.

"Raimundo, it's better to get it over with." Said Jermaine.

Raimundo continued to stare at the ceiling.

"What's the sentence going to be?" He asked quietly.

"You're going to be late." Said Jermaine.

"Tell me what's going to happen to me Jermaine."

Jermaine gulped.

"Possible 30 years … possible multiple life sentences depending on how many things they charge you with … or …"

"Or?" Asked Raimundo.

"Or … they could wipe your memory and banish you from the Rebellion."

"And the chances of that?" Asked Raimundo.

"At the moment … very high." Said Jermaine, "Listen Rai … I'm sorry."

"Forget it … it's going to be my fate. I have to accept it." Raimundo said.

Jermaine walked over and pulled Raimundo up.

"Raimundo … Nothing can take away who you are, they can only disguise it."

Raimundo stared at him and Jermaine led him out of the cell.

In the courtroom, Raimundo stared into space. He didn't hear what Kimiko (as the judge) was saying and for some reason, he found that this made things easier. His mind was distracted and he was trying too hard to think things through. There was something he was missing. There was something not right.

"Raimundo Pedrosa, do you have anything to say in your defence?" She said.

Her voice and face were cold, but no one was missing the pain in her eyes as she stared down at Raimundo. He didn't answer, but stared down at the floor in front of him.

"Raimundo Pedrosa! Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" Kimiko asked.

Raimundo slowly looked up from the floor. His green eyes sparkled.

"Nothing can take away who you are. They can only disguise it."

Kimiko stared him and shook her head slightly, trying to understand what he was saying. He didn't say anything else, he only smiled. Kimiko looked from him to the jury and back again, hesitated.

"Is that it?" She asked.

"What else can I say? I can say I didn't do it, but you wouldn't believe me. I could say that I never went to meet Tammy, but we both know I did. All that matters now is what you think and you obviously think I'm guilty and there's no way I'm persuading the jury otherwise." He smiled, "It's okay, I'm ready to go."

The jury dismissed themselves to discuss their verdict. Raimundo was kept under guard and sat, staring into space again. Jermaine stood not far away, watching him. He hadn't expected Raimundo to take in what he said. Whats more, he never thought that Raimundo would try to use it in the way he did. He frowned, but as he went to go and talk to Raimundo, the jury came back into the room.

The room fell silent as Kimiko sat back in her seat, looking down at Raimundo. A member of the jury stepped forward and handed Kimiko a sheet of paper. Her face was cold and her eyes dead as she looked back up from the paper in her hand.

"Raimundo Pedrosa … the penalty for this crime is to have your memory erased and for you to be removed from the Rebellion. The jury has come to its verdict … Raimundo Pedrosa … the jury finds you …"

Raimundo looked up into her eyes, a smile on his face.

"…Guilty."

(A/N) I've been working on this chapter for a while now. Its strange, but it's when I'm angry that I find it easiest to write and I've been stressed for a while now so I vented some anger into creativity.

Poor Raimundo. I kept wondering how I was going to try and sort this out but it looks like this is the best way for my story to go. I will hopefully be back soon.

Lots of luv,

Becky.

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