Chapter 6-

Jaime awoke the next day to find himself in a cave with a small fire brewing and a warm blanket wrapped around him. He groaned and sat up, moving the blanket away from his heated body.

"Khaji, where are we?" Jaime asked, confused on where they were.

{Colorado Springs. In a cave of Pikes Peak}

Jaime nodded before standing up and stretching, no memories of yesterday came to him.

"Why? I thought Milagro needed us" Jaime asked before freaking out, "Oh No Milagro!"

The boy activated the armour and went to fly home but the suit froze.

{Jaime Reyes, do you not know of what happened last quintent?}

The 16-year-old frowned and shook his head, "no"

Khaji made a small noise that sounded between a groan and destress.

"What? What happened? Is Mila' alright? Did we make it on time? Were we... were we too late?" Jaime asked hesitantly.

{Jaime Reyes. *Hesitant* Milagro Reyes was... her stomach was stabbed multiple times and she had many broken bones. She was dead before we got to the house. The Alberto was taken to jail and you almost... you almost took your own life because you were not thinking clearly. Milagro Reyes is having her funeral today. I am sorry Jaime Reyes}

Jaime stared at the landscape, his face unreadable, as many emotions flowed through him. The boys' eyes harden and he took full control over the armour before flying to El Paso and landing behind a tree, watching from a far as the Preist talked and people laid flowers on a coffin. (AN: I never been to a funeral so I have no idea, I'm just going off what I see in the movies)

{We are at the right funeral}

Jaime stared at the crowed, ignoring his Scarab as his eyes scanning for his mother but never finding her.

'Khaji, where's mom? She should be here' Jaime questioned.

{She is still in Europe}

Jaime growled softly at this and deactivated his armour.

"Why isn't she here?" He demanded under his breath.

{Perhaps her flight was delayed}

Jaime shook his head, "she would have called for me to pick her up."

{Jaime Reyes. She might not have gotten the news yet, she is five thousand, five hundred and thirty-two miles away after all}

Jaime didn't believe it, the news travels fast and the press always wants everyone to know what's going on.

"Does anyone want to say a few words about the deceased" the Preist asked, drawing Jaime's attention back to the funeral.

He walked forward and spoke when the Preist opened his mouth.

"I would"

Everyone turned and moved out of his way as he walked towards the Church person and the coffin.

The Preist nods and Jaime stares at his sisters' coffin sadly.

He closed his eyes and spoke sadly, "I-um. Never actually spoken about a deceased so I'll just speak from my heart.

My sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
My sister was a blessing, who filled your heart with love,
She flew with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With my sister around you cannot have a grudge,
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having my sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend."

At the end of the small poem, Jaime opened his eyes and stared at the coffin. Tears ran down his face and sobs echoed from everyone around. Jaime sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

They lowered the casket into the ground and Jaime had the honor of putting the first mound of soil on the black and brown box. Soon the coffin was buried and after a while everyone left, everyone except for Jaime and his friend, Tye.

The two boys stared at the gravestone.

R.I.P

Isidora Milagro Reyes y Garcia

July 4th 2008 – July 26 2018

A Sweet Daughter

A Loving Sister

A Great Friend

Jaime closed his eyes and let tears fall.

"I'm so sorry Mila'" Jaime whispered brokenly.

The rest of the Runaways walked forward, looks of sadness on their faces.

"Jaime, you can always talk to us" Virgil said, "whenever you need to"

Jaime sniffed and wiped away his tears.

"There's nothing to say" Jaime murmured and stared at the grave, "I was her protector" Jaime sniffed again and wiped away more tears, "and now she's gone. I couldn't do a simple job. I... I just wish I got there in time. I... I wish I saved her. I wish I was the one laying in the coffin and she was the one alive. I... I wish she... I wish I said something sooner. This could have all been avoided if I wasn't so selfish and scared."

Jaime glared at his hands, his eyes burning and his skin itching.

Tye grabbed the boys' hands in his own and made Jaime look at him.

"Jaime, if you were the one to die than Milagro would have suffered" Tye reasoned and was about to continue when Jaime cut him off.

"I guess I'm being selfish again huh?" Jaime mumbled before ripping his hands away from the older boys'.

Jaime turned and went to leave but Eduardo stood in his way with his arms crossed.

"Why?" Ed demanded.

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Why were you so scared?"

Jaime stared at him before answering.

"Alber- the man said he would harm Milagro if I said anything, he said he would kill her" Jaime explained, "but..."

"But nothing" Virgil cut him off, "Alberto threatened your sister so that you would not say anything. You tried to protect her and that's what matters. Now the villain is in jail and would not harm anyone else"

Jaime stared at the boy and wiped his eyes again.

"I-I guess you're right" Jaime muttered.

{Do not guess Jaime Reyes. They are correct.}

The 16-year-old closed his eyes and Asami started a group hug between the five friends.

The poem belongs is "The Importance of a Sister" By Shiva Sharma. I only changed a little bit of the words.