Woo! Finally! Sorry it took me so long. I've been caught up with school. But, since this chapter's so short, I'm gonna post another one soon. Enjoy!

Clark, Shayera, and Donna ran through the streets, frantically looking for Diana. It had been an hour since she took off, and they were having difficulty finding her. They knew she wasn't fine at all—she would've at least said something so Clark could hear her, but nothing came up.

Donna was getting increasingly worried. She knew the punch didn't physically hurt Diana—she had the red sore and burning pain to prove it—but did know that she stepped out of line doing that. She was one of the few people Diana trusted with her life, and what did she do? She didn't think and lashed out in anger with her fists. If—no, when—they found her, she wouldn't be surprised if her older sister decided to return the favor.

They eventually decided to split up, Clark taking the north, Shayera west, and Donna south and east. She wanted to be the one to find Diana, even if it took her more time that way. But she didn't care. All she cared about was finding her sister.

She didn't even want to think about how she'd find Diana. She knew Diana was already upset. For one thing, she would always deny her sister's remarks about not thinking before she acted. She only fueled Diana's statement at that precise moment.

Donna was just about to go back to where she started for a third round before she heard something. Stopping, she picked up two voices, one a man's, and the other… Donna quickly darted into an alleyway, changing out of her clothes. She ignored the rain that was starting to fall and prayed that it didn't interfere with her finding Diana.

Now in her Wonder Girl costume, she took to the sky, using her eyes to scan the city from above. This time it didn't take her long to find the source. She found Diana in her signature red and dark-blue swimsuit and dark blue boots, battling…

"Mageia!"

Diana briefly turned her head, hearing Donna's cry. Upon seeing her younger sister, she glared madly before turning her attention back to Mageia, who was frantically throwing spells at her with great speed.

Donna heard her comlink beep to life and listened. "Wonder Girl here."

"I heard Wonder Woman." It was Clark. "Hawkgirl and I are on our way. Do you know where she is?"

"I'm with her now."

"Alright." She could've sworn she heard Shayera say something in the background. "We'll be there shortly."

She looked at Mageia again and growled. "Take your time. I have a score to settle with this man."

As soon as their connection died, Donna flew at Mageia like a bullet. He was so into Diana that he didn't notice the younger Amazon's fist connecting to his jaw. He flew into a wall, his head spinning.

Diana turned to Donna, her eyes alive with rage. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. "I can handle this! I don't need your help, nor do I want it!"

Oh, she was livid. "I know, but I want to," Donna nearly whispered. She felt like a child about to be scolded under her sister's burning glare. She had a feeling that if Diana had Clark's heat vision, she would've used them on her by now.

"I don't! Just leave me alone!"

Very livid. "But Di…"

"Go!"

Painfully livid. "No! I won't leave you!"

Diana's eyes suddenly turned a dark, menacing red. Donna was so startled by the sudden change that she stumbled backwards, tripping and falling. Diana stood over her, her glare practically glowing with incense. "How dare you ignore me!" she hissed, grabbing Donna by her neck and lifting her in the air. "You're my second! You listen to me! You will pay for your disobedience!"

She pulled her fist back, and Donna closed her eyes, waiting for the punch. Diana's punches hurt when she was calm, and now her sister was in a blind rage. God, this was going to be painful.

Just as she felt the rushing air, she heard a zap! It was followed by a scream, and Diana's grip on her relinquished. Donna landed on her feet and opened her eyes, seeing Diana lying on the ground. Smoke was billowing out from around her.

"So, they do fall for the same trick twice."

Donna turned her head to the source of the voice. Mageia was back on his feet, his wand pointed at where Diana was standing moments before. His eyes were still glowing from the powerful spell he just cast upon Diana.

"What did you do?" Donna couldn't believe it. How did he strike down Diana again? She usually learned from her mistakes—wait, was this because of their father's power? Did they forget all reason as their emotions raged like a river inside of them?

Mageia smirked. "I merely hit her with something you should recognize. However, I may have created a few…modifications."

Donna paled. That wasn't a good thing to hear. Fear biting at her, she forced her head to turn and saw Diana taking shallow breaths. Oh, that was not a good sign. "Is she alright?"

His smirk grew. "Oh, she is much, much worse than she was the first time. The shock was increased a hundredfold, and the aftermath is slowly shutting down her body. I think you are no stranger to the last heartbeat, Wonder Girl."

Donna's eyes were so wide they resembled saucers. Her mind refused to simplify the meaning of Mageia's words, but she forced herself to.

Diana was dying.

"No!" She charged at Mageia, dodging his spells cast at her. She grabbed the collar of his robe and threw him into a wall, pressing him into it. She leaned close to his face and spat, "Reverse the spell! I swear to God, if her heart ceases to beat, you will feel the fury of an Amazon demigod!"

His disgusting smirk returned, which only served to fuel Donna's anger and desperation. "Why should I care what happens to her? This is for my entertainment. I can wipe her mind clean with a wave of a hand if I so pleased. I can make her die in slow, torturous agony. In fact…" He quickly raised his wand, and before Donna could stop it, another spell was cast, and Diana wailed in pain, her body convulsing. She managed to regain enough senses to rise to a semiconscious state, which only became the worst thing she'd done for herself at that moment.

It was too much for Donna. Dropping Mageia, she rushed to her sister's side, pulling Diana's still writing body close to hers. She tried to calm her down, but it seemed that every word only added to the torture. Diana's screams rang out through the city streets, and Mageia took the time to disappear.

Diana could barely stand the pain. Every single cell in her body felt as if it were being torn to shreds, put back together like a puzzle, and then torn again. The pain was most excruciating in her chest, more specifically, her heart. It was beating irregularly and randomly, ranging from pounding like a jackhammer to just barely pumping at all.

"Diana! Wake up! Please open your eyes!"

She could make out the voice, but the pain was too much for her to react to. She was still angry with Donna, but what could she do at that moment? She was literally shaking.

Diana felt the pain rising once more, this time even worse than all of the others combined. She screamed louder than all of her former cries before passing out from the pain.

Donna gasped. Diana's body ceased to move in her arms. Frantic, she pressed her ear to Diana's chest, searching for a heartbeat.

Nothing.

"Wonder Girl!"

Donna looked up to see Clark and Shayera landing a few feet away from them. By then it had started to rain even harder, but Donna didn't care in the slightest. All she cared about was her sister at that moment.

"Superman! Help me!" Donna pleaded, cradling Diana's body in her arms. "Use your x-ray vision!

Hurry!"

Clark feared the worst. Mageia, as he now knew, had sent lackeys out to distract him and Shayera. They were created with magic, something Clark had difficulty with. Shayera disrupted several, but none stayed down for long. Then they suddenly disappeared.

He had heard Diana's screams of pain the moment it started. Her heart was out of control, beating in every which way. But it stopped altogether suddenly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!" Donna cried.

Clark's face was grave as he searched the inside of Diana's body. Her heart was completely still, and she was barely alive. Her organs were barely functioning. If she didn't get help soon, she would soon…

"We have to take her up to the Watchtower," he said, turning on his comlink. "Superman to J'onn. Beam us up."

(A/N I know the Martian Manhunter's not in the New 52, but, like Hawkgirl, he was portrayed nicely in the DCAU. Please forgive me for doing this.)

"On it. Is everything alright?"

Clark barely managed to suppress his fear. "It's Wonder Woman. She's…she's down. A man with powerful magic struck her, and she's barely alive."

That was all J'onn needed to hear. Moments later, the blue lights flashed around the four, and they were soon in the medical womb. Donna quickly placed Diana in one of the beds, not caring that she was soaking wet. If it meant giving her more moments to be saved, then so be it.

J'onn appeared in the room, already at Diana's side. "What happened?" he asked the three.

Donna spoke up. "She was fighting Mageia, and he zapped her with something. It knocked her out, and then he did another spell. All of a sudden she was in pain, screaming in agony. It was too much for her and she passed out. Now please…" She leaned forward onto the bed, struggling to contain her tears. "…fix her."

J'onn went to work. He quickly ushered Donna, Clark and Shayera out of the medical womb, closing the door behind them. It was up to him now to help Diana.

Shayera put a hand on Donna's shoulder. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up. Don't want to catch a cold, do you?"

Donna weakly nodded. She really didn't care about that. Her sister was separated from her by a mere door, one she could probably punch down with ease. Her sister was fighting for her life, and she was powerless to stop it.

"I'll go alert the others of the situation," Clark suddenly said. Before either of the girls could say anything to him, he blurred out of their sight.

Shayera grabbed Donna's hand, leading the way to Donna's room. Neither could think of anything to say to each other. Both were miserable of what was happening to Diana, Shayera upset at how dark the night turned for them and Donna miserable about her sister's unresolved fate. Diana was close to death, and they were unsure of how she'd end up.

"It's my fault," Donna muttered quietly.

Shayera stopped. "What?"

"It's my fault she's like this. I got angry when she said how strong she was. I reacted poorly to it. You saw me punch her into a wall even though she did nothing wrong. That's the thing—she hates being betrayed by anyone she trusts with her life. Ever since she found out the extent of our mother's plans, she hates it as much as she hates death. But what happens? I betray her and cause her to run away. Now she's dying, and…"

Shayera cut Donna off, putting both hands on the teen's shoulders firmly. "You didn't know a thing," she said sternly. "How could you know this would happen to her? You didn't. Stop blaming yourself for something you have control over."

"We can't decide fate. We can't decide what happens."

Diana's words came back to Donna. She was right about that—they couldn't decide what happened, and it only made her feel more miserable. "I know, but why does she have to suffer for my mistakes? I'm the one that yelled at her. I'm the one that punched her. I'm the one that got angry with her. So why is she the one in a hospital bed fighting for her life while I can walk freely and without restraint?"

Shayera knew the teen was deeply upset over the course of events that had happened. It was obvious to anyone. Like Diana, Donna possessed a fire in her eyes that seemed inextinguishable. Now that same fire was a mirror image of how Diana's was when they first returned to the Watchtower a few weeks ago. "Donna, I know you're troubled by this, but when has Diana ever given up? She's the one we all depend on whenever we're brought down. Besides, she just got you back." Shayera smiled. "It's not like her to abandon anybody."

For the first time that night, Donna smiled. "You're right. She doesn't leave anybody behind. It's something I admire her for. Even if it's an enemy, she'll lend a hand to help him or her change their ways. It's something I heard all over the news as a kid."

"And there's your proof. Stop worrying so much. Diana's been through worse, and she's not giving up now. I've seen her fight when she lost a lot of blood, was stabbed thoroughly, had internal injuries, a broken arm, a black eye, and a concussion, yet she still forced herself to move. This is just a sprain compared to that."

Leave it to Shayera to brighten up someone, Donna mused. She was glad she had her for a friend.

They finally reached Diana's room, and immediately Donna felt something amiss. Another common power amongst Amazons was their ability to sense magic, and she was sensing it then.

"Shayera, there's something behind the door. It's got magic."

Shayera grabbed her mace, it cackling to life. "Well, let's go say hello to it, shall we?"

With a smirk, Donna nodded. She whispered the code into her comlink, and the door opened, revealing darkness. They stepped inside and flicked on the light. As soon as it came on, Shayera dropped her mace in shock and Donna's jaw hung low.

The blonde hair was unmistakable. Neither was the silver tiara, identical to Diana's or the Amazon robes the royals of the nation wore. Hippolyta, sitting on the bed, smiled the two stunned females.

"Hello, Donna and Shayera."

So, there you go. Hippolyta's back. Can anyone guess why?

Just to clear things up, Diana was, in short, hit with a spell that shut down every organ in her body. Usually, that means if the victim survives, they're reduced to being a vegetable, or something similar. But this is a DEMIGOD, and you all know she's going to recover flawlessly.

Also, now you've seen Donna and Shayera's friendship. Shayera was Diana's friend first, but, when Donna was Kat, they grew on each other as well. This was because of Donna's relationship to Diana.

I might post a chappie of Donna as Kat, or when Diana and Donna when they were younger. Tell me what you think of that.