"He's got to be in here, it's the only room we haven't checked." whispered Hal.

"Then why are we just standing here?" asked T'sama, rolling her eyes.

"Trying to be stealthy." replied Hal quietly, sending her a pointed look. "Okay, on three. One, two three!"

The trio burst into the cargo hold, each lantern's ring pointed in a different direction. Aya had remained in the control room, in case they had missed Razer elsewhere.

Their rings illuminated the dimly lit area, casting eerie shadows in their Mardi Gras hues.

"Razer? You in here, kid?" called Hal cautiously.

No answer.

Lowering his ring, Hal turned to the others. "I just don't get it. Where could he be? We've checked everywhere."

"Then we will have to check aga-" T'sama never got the chance to finish, because, just then, Razer leapt from the inky shadows, bringing the barrel of the gun down hard on her head.

He swung at Kilowog as she crumpled to the floor, but the pink alien was ready and blocked. Flipping the laser around, he began firing at him while Hal slipped behind him to get to T'sama.

Rolling her carefully on her side, he cursed to see a small, but deep, gash on the back of her head. He immediately put pressure on it, but her blood quickly began to pool, its color dripping a disturbingly vivid deep blue. He could only watch as Kilowog fought Razer, feeling utterly helpless, because he couldn't leave T'sama to bleed out.

He only began to panic when Kilowog took a direct hit, sliding down the wall as he passed out.

Hal put up a shield with his right hand and held her head with his left. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kilowog get up where he had been mimicking unconsciousness, creeping up behind the deranged Red Lantern.

"Razer, stop! Something is affecting your mind!" Hal shouted desperately, trying to keep him occupied long enough for Kilowog to get close enough to hit him.

Razer only growled in response, still focusing entirely on the fast-bleeding Indigo Lantern. Kilowog loomed behind him, wielding a large, Viking style hammer. Razer turned too late, seeing the hammer a split second before it sent him flying into the wall, effectively disarming him and knocking him out.

Kilowog kicked the gun into the corner, keeping him ring trained on Razer.

Hal secured a green construct around her head to staunch the bleeding before sliding his arms under her knees and behind her head, lifting her gently.

"Kilowog, she's cut. We have to get her patched up, you know how fast head wounds bleed." said Hal urgently.

"What about Red?" he asked, ring still aimed at Razer.

"Bring him. There's not much else we can do." Hal flew as quickly as he could without hurting T'sama worse.

Arriving at the central deck, he was met by Aya and Sinestro talking.

"Sinestro, what are you doing? Actually, never mind. T'sama needs medical attention now. said Hal, lying her gently on a cot while Kilowog set Razer on another. Sinestro crossed to examine her head.

"From that little scratch?" he said doubtfully.

"Yes, that little scratch. She said something earlier about how her race's blood doesn't clot. If we don't get it bound soon, she'll bleed out." said Hal as he watched Aya suture the cut.

On the other cot, Razer stirred, but didn't fully wake.

Hal turned to face Sinestro again. "Now that she's being taken care of, I ask again. What are you doing here? Did Aya let you out?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not quite. Sitting in that cell for hours gave me plenty of time to think. For the most part, I wondered the hell happened when I attacked you and your crew. It got me thinking-" but he was cut off when Razer let out a quiet groan and sat up. He never got the chance to finish, however, because Hal's attention was diverted as he told him what had happened.

"I what?!" he cried, eyes wide as they fell upon the Indigo Lantern, where Aya was securing the last bandage to her head. She was still unconscious from her blow to the skull, Aya saying a mild concussion being a high possibility.

Razer could only stare, guilt and shame written across his pale features. He tried to get up, but Hal held him down.

"Easy, Razer, you're pretty banged up, too. She'll be alright, it's not your fault. It wasn't you." he said firmly, hands locked onto Razer's shoulders.

"But it was my hands that dealt the blow! She could die because of me!"shouted the Red Lantern, still struggling.

"But there's nothing you can do about it now, you should just lie down and rest." said Hal firmly and Razer quieted. "I know you're upset, but the best thing you can do for her right now, is let Aya tend to her. She'll take time to heal."

Razer nodded and lay back down on the cot, drifting into a fitful sleep after a few minutes.
_

T'sama flew as fast as she could, shooting like a glowing purple bullet into empty space. At the last second, she turned, watching in horror as her home planet cracked apart with glowing red fissures before being blown to bits in a blinding explosion. Her eyes closed and her hands flew up to shield her face from flying debris, pain like lightning stabbing the back of her head.

Her eyes flew open and she bolted upright.

"No!" she screamed, before hissing in pain at the cut on her head. Apparently that was not part of the dream.

She breathed heavily, eyes still wide with fear and panic as the memory faded. Hal came to her side, rubbing her shoulders soothingly as he whispered, "Shh, it's okay. It was just a dream."

As he comforted her, he thought of how easy it was to forget she was still just a kid. A kid that had to grow up to fast. He glanced toward Razer's quarters, where he had disappeared to not long after he had awoken. She's not the only one who grew up too fast.

After a few minutes, T'sama stopped trembling and panting. She reached up and brushed the bandages on her head, probing them until she found the source of her fiery agony.

"The laser barrel split my head open, didn't it?" she asked, her voice tight.

"Yeah, but Aya stitched it up, so it isn't bleeding much. It should heal before long." said Hal, stepping back to give her some space.

Nodding, T'sama turned to set her feet on the floor, holding her hand out when Hal tried to stop her.

"I am not about to lie here like an invalid. As long as I am not over exerted, or my blood pressure raises, I will be fine." she stood carefully, taking up her black staff that had been leaning next to the cot.

Hal gave her a long look, wanting to argue, before exiting with Kilowog to the Control Room.

No sooner than they left, Razer walked into the multi-use room, limping slightly. His eyes widened when he saw T'sama, or, more importantly, the way her elegant features were slightly distorted with pain.

"T'sama, you're awake." Razer's voice was a tad more high-pitched that normal. "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him, her hand dropping from the bandages. "Yes, I am." He was expecting her to be angry with him, but her tone lay not a hint of blame. "The cut should heal in about a week. I heal at a more accelerated rate than most."

Razer cringed. "I apologize for what I-"

T'sama cut him off. "Don't apologize, I know it was not you. I know you would never do anything like that." T'sama said in a strangely sure voice.

Razer raise an eyebrow. "Anyone else on the ship would expect me to snap over anyone else." he said in a confused tone.

T'sama shook her head slowly so not to jar her cut. "No I don't believe you are, because you're the one person on the ship something to prove. You want to prove you are not the monster Atrocitus tried so hard to turn you into." she said gently.

He look at her surprise. "How could you possibly know that?" he asked incredulously.

She smiled knowingly. "Why else would you join a Green Lantern crew, whom one of which openly despises you?"

She had a very good point.

"You feel the need to try and make up for past mistakes, all brought on by that troubled past I mentioned before." she placed a cool, pale lavender hand on his armored shoulder. "And if you ever want to talk about that past, I will listen without prejudice." she smiled at him softly and began to leave.

Without turning, Razer said, "Perhaps, one day, I will."
_

T'sama lean heavily on her black staff listening to Hal and Sinestro.

Sinestro had called them all into the cargo hold, saying he knew why everyone was attacking one another.

"I believe our little convict, Neuroxis, is seizing control of our bodies. He's what you call a Mind Jumper, and has been controlling us."

His words hung ominously in the air like a swinging on a guillotine.

"So that little brain fish can take control of our minds and we don't even know it?" asked Kilowog.

"Evidently so." replied Sinestro.

"How do we know who Neuroxis is possessing?" asked Hal, glancing at the other suspiciously.

Sinestro raised an eyebrow.

"We don't, but I have an idea." He turned and left at that

All hell broke loose as Hal, Razer and Kilowog argued and accused one another as being possessed.

"Quiet!" yelled T'sama above the chaos. Three suspicious sets of eyes were on her hesitantly. "We figured out before that Neuroxis doesn't have access to our Lantern abilities, so anyone who can make a contract isn't being controlled." she said, holding up her free hand as a purple bow shimmered into her fist.

Hal held up his hand as a green baseball appeared. He tossed in the air before waving it away. "See I'm-I'm good."
Razer held up at pulsating red wrench. They all looked at Kilowog.

"What, you guys honestly think that I'm being possessed by some alien? This is silly!" he said, crossing his arms.

"He's the alien, kill him!" shouted Razer.

The arguing went on until Sinestro returned to Hal saying, "you guys, this is pointless. He's probably just jumping into each of us in sequence."

"Which is why I began to depressurize the ship. All the rooms ,except for the holding cell, are slowly losing atmosphere. Auras will protect anyone who isn't possessed, forcing Neuroxis back into his own body." Sinestro spoke.

"What if he doesn't leave?" asked Hal.

"Criminals have a natural pull for self-preservation. He'll leave. We just have to wait." And with that, Sinestro's green aura flickered on.

Hal and Kilowog immediately followed suit, leaving them glancing back and forth between Razer and T'sama.

T'sama's deep aura surrounded her body as Razer began to cough and choke.

He fell to his knees, before collapsing onto the floor, clutching his throat. They could only watch as the seconds ticked away, but still no aura.

"We need to re-pressurise the ship, Razer is suffocating." said Aya urgently.

"Not yet." Sinestro's tone was flat.

Finally, Razer limp.

His red aura sputtered on and he sat up, gasping and wheezing for air. Hal and Aya helped him to his feet.

"You okay, kid?" asked Hal.

"I'll live." Razer grunted.

Out of the corner of her eye, T'sama saw Sinestro slip out of the room.

Following the others from the room, they rounded the corner to see Sinestro staring at the corpse of the troublesome alien.

"Hey Sinest-whoa, what happened?" Hal looked at the dead criminal in shock.

"I must have ruptured the seal when I escaped." He said, a little too casually.

"Thall, the Green Lantern code." whispered Hal.

"Not this, this was just an accident. Maybe for the greater good. Who know what would've happened if Neuroxis got loose on Oa." Sinestro said, brushing by Hal.

"I guess so." said Hal, but his face told otherwise.

He wasn't the only one who didn't believe the mysterious Green Lantern.
_

"So have you made up your mind yet, about joining the team?" asked Hal once Sinestro departed. "I know I keep asking that, but I think it's fair game, at this point."

T'sama didn't answer right away. She thought of how she was attacked when others were possessed and being possessed herself. She thought of her distrust toward a respected member of their Green Lantern Corps, and his murder of the alien convict. She thought of Razer's initial bitterness and Hal and Kilowog's constant teasing.

She fingered the bandages wrapped around her head.

"The four of you together couldn't get rid of me." she said, giving him a small, lopsided grin.

Hal outdid her with a grin that could his masked face into. "That's great! You've already proved yourself to be just as important as anyone else. You earned your place here, T'sama. And we could probably use your help on Ysamult, too." he babbled.

T'sama sighed. She was in for a lot of rambling.