A/N: Guess what? I'm back! I've gotten an overwhelming amount of really awesome reviewers. I love you all. You make me feel loved. /3 Keep 'em coming, guys!

Oh, and kidlets? I've decided to go ahead with BBRae. Sorries, Mei, but Rae and Joey just isn't really working for me.

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Relaxation

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There's nothing I can say to describe sitting with a mixture of strangers, enemies, and a small smattering of allies in your TV room, amusing themselves on their own. Three others sit on the Gamestation with me, identified to everyone else as only Jericho, Gizmo, and Fang. Real names are a little more slippery around here. I know that Jericho is Joey, but the other two are mysteries to me. I guess no one thinks that matters anymore. No one knows I'm Victor, either, I guess. So, we're all in the same position.

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"Are we really watching Spongebob?" Questioned Argent, head resting on the armrest, limp, eyes only partially open. One arm across her lithe form, and her knees were curled to her chest, almost as though she was trying to keep herself warm, but too comfortable to fetch a blanket.

"I think so," Confirmed Red X, from where he sat beside her. She appeared to be warming up to him. Perhaps it had been the reassurance he'd provided her atop the tower...or she'd just liked the feel of his cape. Who knew, with a girl that unpredictable? Regardless, she now accepted his companionship, even offering a small smile when she saw him.

"Oh yeah...Kole, Gizmo, Raven's three...one of them probably left it on." She folded her arms across her chest, trying to ignore the obnoxious laughter coming from the television. "Do you think he's gay?" Argent offered a rather spontaneous question, earning herself a blink under a skull mask.

"It's possible," He replied after a moment's hesitation, looking up at the screen, where Spongebob and Patrick were adopting what looked like a clam, or a similar kind of shellfish. "Wait...two guys, adopting a kid...they're gay."

"But," Retorted the alien hybrid, "Spongebob goes out on a date with Pearl in one episode. That has to be something." This earned her a moment of silence, as Red X studied her for a moment, taking what she just said.

"And how do you know that?" He asked, looking back down at her.

She relaxed into the cushions, a hint of a smile etching onto her features. "Guilty habit."

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Angel stalked into the kitchen, stewing silently as she poured herself a cup of Raven's tea. Tea, she had discovered, was a little bit addictive, though she hated to think those Titan kids were rubbing off on her. She didn't want to be anything like them. It was just good tea.

"Liking the tea?" Asked Raven, walking in with a book under her arm. "I swear, half the tower's drinking it now." Waiting for the teapot, the half-demon poured herself a cup. "But most of them only drink when they're pissed off." She took a sip, letting lids slide shut and hide violet irises.

"Argent tried to set me up with different guys. She has it in her head that I should be in a relationship." Raven raised a single eyebrow.

"Sucks to be you. Hopefully I'm not next. More tea?" She offered.

"Please."

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"You need to relax. Stop obsessing over your 'rawr-I-eat-metahumans' plot, and sleep, or something. I know you're the Boss' favorite, but seriously, calm down."

Fiery golden eyes whipped to the source of the male voice, and only extreme pain could ensue, judging from their fury. "I don't do relaxing."

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"Hey," Greeted a soft female's voice, as Jinx walked up to Seemore. "It's...been awhile." The appreciative smile from the young villain was more than enough to draw one in return from the sorceress. "Got time to talk?"

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A/N: I realize a lot of the subsections have been with the same characters...tired to shake that up.

By the way, the second-from-last is consisting of OCs. Sorry, but I got to thinking about the BR, and I was all...'Oh shit, I can't use main characters if they're all being hunted!' Despite my personal vendetta against OCs, they're here.

Off to go cry myself to sleep over that one (Just kidding, har har, you know I'm writing.) R&R.