The six of them appeared in front of the Bio Ship in a blinding flash of light. All, but Nightwing, were discussing their current predicament about the teaming up of Circe and Klarion the Witch Boy. Nightwing knelt down beside Sugar, removing the burnt pieces of the red scarf from her arm. Staring down at the hideous scar wrapping around her upper arm, he sighed to himself. Grabbing the sheer, purple fabric of the larger scarf wrapped around her waist, he wrapped it around her scar. He knew how she felt about showing it off and out of some weird misplaced respect for her, he helped cover it up. He was tempted to brush her bangs from her face but refrained as she groaned. They all turned as he stood up and took a step or two back.

"I'm fine by the way…." she mumbled as she slowly sat up, hissing at the pain shooting up and down her left arm, "Ya know, if anyone was wondering."

"Well, we're more wondering why you were posing as Circe," Tigress asked, placing a hand against her hip.

Sugar's mismatched eyes looked up at the Team, then looked away from them, "She kidnapped me after I got home…" she replied. "The moment you left, she was there," she added as she looked up to Miss Martian.

"Why didn't you call one of us?" Nightwing asked.

"Are you serious?!" she asked, slowly getting to her feet and holding her left arm. "I was kidnapped by a Goddess! How exactly do you expect me to call you? Do you honestly think she would have let me just pick up a phone and go 'Hey Nightwing, I've been kidnapped by a Goddess; this is where we're going. Why don't you just come pick me up?' Do you even hear yourself?!" she shouted at him, scowling. "I knew something like this would happen. Ever since we were kids, every time I get near you," she pointed a finger in Nightwing face, "I end up having something crazy happening to me!" With a disgruntled huff, she spun around and walked away from them.

"Should we…go after her?" Miss Martian asked, all of them a little taken back by her outburst.

Nightwing sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You guys stay here, get some rest. I'll go get her…" he paused, "This is between us after all. I'll be back in a few."


Sugar walked her exhausted body all the way back to the coast. With no sleep, over exhausting her psychic powers, being electrocuted, posing as a Goddess and having no feeling in her arm, she was surprised she hadn't just keeled over yet. Then again, she was used to such taxing punishment. With a soft sigh she looked up at the black sky, her long ebony hair gently caressing her shoulders from the sea breeze. Touching the coarse, purple fabric wrapped around her arm, she tried to curl her fingers into a fist but nothing happened. Looking down at her apparently useless arm, she tried again.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, no one even near her.

"Figured you could use someone to talk too," an echoed voice said as Wally West stood beside her.

Slowly she looked up from her dead arm to the ghostly figure of the former hero, "Yeah, and why is that?" she asked.

"Well for one, I know how they think. And two, something tells me you listen to dead people more than living people," he replied looking over at her.

"Hn, dead people are easier to get along with," she said with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"I take that as a compliment," he said with a smile, "But you're alive, why not even try and get along with other people?" he asked.

She sighed and looked back out at the ocean, "…People suck."

"I don't believe that. Everyone is hard to get along with, look at you for instance. But once you overcome that, people are great! I mean, it took us losing our memory for Artemis and I to truly see the good in each other, rather than be clouded by the idea I had of her trying to replace my friend," Wally stated as he too looked to the ocean.

"That reminds me. Why are you even still hanging around here? Shouldn't you have moved on by now?" she asked, looking at his transparent frame curiously.

He gave a light chuckle, "Actually I was hoping you could help me with that."

"Sugar? Who are you talking too?" Nightwing's voice asked from behind her.

The medium looked over her shoulder at him, then to the invisible speedster, "Oh…no one. What do you want?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I…." he began, taking a half step closer to her before stopping and going quiet.

Sugar cocked a brow at him, watching his body language look awkward. That was unusual for him; he was always so calm, cool and sure of himself. Watching him feel uncomfortable and not know what to say was almost pathetic to look at. If he were acting like this, then she knew there had to be something important on his mind. Placing her working hand on her hip, she looked as if she were waiting for him to finally find the words to speak to her but what she was actually doing was peeking into his mind. Looking through the fog that he used to block telepaths, she found that he was actually worried about her. He had hesitated in electrocuting her in fear that it might have actually killed her. He was the one that replaced the fabric around her scar, knowing how she felt about it and feeling guilty for it. Moving her right hand to the scarf, she left his mind.

"Why do you still carry guilt around?" she asked softly.

He looked at her with a little bit of surprise showing on his features, "Because that scar is my fault. What happened to you was my fault! I was young and stupid, and took unnecessary risks."

"Is that what you really think?" she grunted as a sting of pain pierced her tendons. She removed the scarf to show the large scar that wrapped around her arm, "Richard, this wasn't your fault. I don't blame you for this. This happened because I made a decision, not because you made a bad call."

"…" he was about to reply when he watched her cringe in pain. "Does it hurt?" he asked as he walked closer to her.

"Just a little," she replied as she looked up at him.

Slowly he reached out and placed his gloved hands on the scar, "How did you know that would even work?"

Sugar hesitated a bit, "…I didn't actually." She let her gaze drop away from him as he gently gripped her arm, "But I just thought that if we gave my brain a memory overload, that the strain would be too much and shut it down to trick the spell into thinking I had died."

"That was a dumb idea. That could have actually killed you," he said with a firm disapproving look.

"Chyeah! Now my arm is just useless for a while," she stated. When he looked at her curiously she continued, "The already damaged nerve endings and muscles are either more damaged or still just in shock. Right now, it's a useless arm. I can't even curl my fingers."

Nightwing grabbed the large piece of fabric from her, "You know…" he paused as he began making a sling for her arm, "You're the only one that actually calls me by my full name."

She looked down at her arm, smiled and looked up at him, "Well I could always call you Dick if you prefer."

"No…I actually like it," he said as he looked down at her, giving a small smile of his own and leaning in closer to her.

"Whoa…" she said, placing her fingers against his lips, "We have way to weird of a history to do stuff that will only make it weirder."

He stood back up right, blushing in embarrassment a little, "Yeah…I guess you're right…"

"But…" she paused, stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, "Thank you. Now let's get back to the others, I'm exhausted."


Nightwing and Sugar returned the group well into the early morning. They had gotten a hotel room and all of them had split into two rooms; the boys in one and girls in another. Aqualad had asked if the Bio Ship could accommodate them all but, but Miss Martian had told them no. However, they dressed in civilian clothes, save for Sugar and Superboy, and rented the rooms for the night. As Sugar entered the girl's room, she took note of an empty bed. Looking around, she saw Tigress out on the tiny balcony connected to their room. She seemed to be staring up at the blackened sky dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Turning her gaze to the carpet of the floor, she exhaled a large breath before walking towards the balcony.

Staring at the back of Artemis, she began to feel uncomfortable. Her long blonde hair swayed in the ominous wind of the dark night. The t-shirt that hung just above her knees followed suit and a blanket of goose bumps coated her legs. Taking her gaze away from the seemingly at peace heroine, she wondered to herself if what she was about to was a good idea. Looking back up, she drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she opened the sliding door to the balcony.

"Artemis?" she breathed softly.

The blond turned to look at her with a look of curiosity, "What?"

Staring at her without a word, she could see Wally standing beside his girlfriend, "….Here goes nothing…" she sighed as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I have a message from Wally…" she started, looking from his ghostly form to her brown eyes.

"What?!" she shouted, glaring at her. Without letting Sugar answer, Artemis grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and threw her against the railing of the balcony, "How dare you talk about Wally in front of me!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Ngh!" Sugar grunted as her back slammed into the concrete. "Hey…I'm not doing this to get some kind of sick enjoyment. He wanted me to tell you something, so will you just shut your trap and listen!?" she shouted right back, returning the glare Artemis was giving her.

"You have no right to talk about my dead boyfriend in any way, shape, or form. You're nothing but an imposter and I don't trust you…" she replied in a low growl, gripping the small shirt tighter.

For a moment, Sugar refrained from speaking a word, almost finding Artemis's words hurtful. As the two women had a glaring contest Sugar brought up her right hand and placed her fingers against the blonds' head. Artemis's eyes widened and she gasped as she was pulled from reality and thrust deep into the recesses of her mind. Both of their bodies dropped to their knees, Sugar's hand the only thing connecting the two of them while her eyes were glowing a soft pastel purple. Inside Artemis's mind, the images of her time spent with Wally streamed by like a river of images above her head. Looking around, she saw Sugar standing not too far from her and angrily attacked her.

"Get out of my head!" she screamed as she tackled Sugar to the ground.

Taken by surprised, Sugar screamed and fell on her back while throwing her arms up to protect herself, "Wait!" she shouted through her assault.

"I can't believe you have the audacity to just invade someone's mind like this! You know stuff like this is a huge invasion of privacy! How dare you read my mind and invade the time I had with Wally!" she continued to scream as tears began to stream down her face, the same thing happening to her physical body.

"I'm not reading your damn mind!" Sugar replied through the attack, "I'm only acting as a spiritual anchor!"

Artemis stopped, looking at her in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You two look like a married couple…" another voice said from behind them, a tone of amusement in it.

Her brown eyes widened at the familiarity of the voice. She looked over her shoulder, "Wally?" Artemis whispered in shock, "But how?"

"Hey babe, miss me?" he asked with a court wave and his signature goofy smile.

"See?" Sugar huffed, "Now get off me!" she said as she pushed Artemis off her. Getting up, she brushed herself off, her left arm being able to move, "And we most definitely are no married couple."

Wally chuckled, "Could've fooled me."

"Oh shut up," she said as she crossed her arms, "Now hurry up, I don't have much time." She added as she turned away from the couple to give them their privacy.

The sun began to rise not long after the girls had collapsed on the balcony. Amazing colors of orange, pink and blue began to surface in the sky to signify the bringing of the new day and the end of the strange ominous night. Rays from the sun hit Miss Martian's fake Caucasian skin as she rolled around in bed. Feeling her arm begin to feel warm from the sun, she slowly opened her eyes, her sight blurred and unable to focus. As she tried to adjust her eyes to the neutral colors of the walls of their room, she slowly sat up in the bed and rubbed her eyes of sleep. Stretching her body, she looked around and saw Artemis and Sugar out on the balcony with both of their eyes glowing, Artemis crying and Sugar's hand on her head. Thinking that Sugar might be doing something to Artemis, Miss Martian quickly got the boys by density shifting into their room and telling them of what she saw.

All four of them came running into the room quickly, flinging the door open without a care. The boys looked shocked for a moment before all of them threw open the balcony door and tried to wake them up. Superboy angrily asked if Miss Martian could go into their minds and bring them back, but when she tried she wasn't even able to scratch the surface and forced back. She shook her head and told them there was some kind of mental barrier around them. Not knowing what to do, the only thing that seemed like they could do was wait for them to emerge on their own.

It wasn't too long after Miss Martian tried to breach their connection that both girls were forced apart. Still on her knees, Artemis leaned forward and cried into her arms as she lay on the concrete that made up the balcony. Sugar groaned as she grabbed her head, but she didn't have long as Conner grabbed her by her shirt with a look of pure rage on his face.

"What did you do to Artemis?!" he shouted at her.

Sugar cringed under the volume of his voice, "Can you please not shout? I have a pounding headache," she replied.

"Do you think I'm joking?!" Conner continued, thinking her comment was a smartass retort. "What did you do to Artemis?" he asked again, this time in a venomous hiss that was reminiscent of pure evil.

Gently, a hand touched Conner's upper arm, "Conner…" Artemis cut in, her voice cracking from her crying, "She didn't do anything to me."

"Then…" Miss Martian came to Artemis's side, "Why are you crying?" she asked.

"She…" her hand left Conner and she covered her face as she continued to cry. Miss Martian wrapped her arms around her best friend to console her, "She let me see Wally again!" she sobbed, flinging her face into Miss Martian's chest and wrapping her arms around the Martian.

The four of them looked stunned by this revelation, all of them looking back at her and Sugar just staring at them as if to say 'I told you so.' "You…how?" Conner asked, his voice lowered considerably.

"I'm a medium remember," she answered as she pushed his hands off her. She dropped on her butt as Conner had lifted her up a little in his misplaced anger, "Nice to know I'm not trusted though…" she mumbled as she got up and adjusted her clothes. Without a word, she got up and walked past everyone as they all looked back at her (except Artemis) and then back to each other.