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How Far We've Fallen

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Season 1, Episode 10

~The YoungJusticeFangirls~

The Academy, Alpha Dorms

September 30, 5:00 P.M. EST

2021

"So, anyone ask you to the dance?" Carla asked Gezie and Julia, standing in front of the mirror, as she put on some light makeup

The three girls were in Gezie's room, getting ready for the school dance. They were still haunted by what happened on their girls night out, but because of Genevieve they had been wrapped up with dance planning. Julia shook her head, stretching out on Gezie's large bed.

"Nope. How 'bout you?" The brown haired girl grunted. Carla and Gezie shook their heads.

"Would've thought that Roman would ask you," the druidess teased, a sly grin on her face.

"We're friends." Julia emphasized, for what seemed like the thirtieth time today.

Gezie snorted, rolling her eyes as she fixed the gold earrings she was wearing. "More like rivals. You two never stop bickering. And when you do, it's only because you're sparring with him."

"Yeah, so? We're barely friends. Plus, he needs a challenge. I am that challenge," Julia scoffed, getting to her feet to join Carla in front of the mirror.

"I think you're his challenge and his girl," Carla hummed under her breath. Julia, hearing the comment, pinched Carla's arm. The druidess yelped, and swatted Julia's hand away, shooting a grumpy look at the other girl.

"Stop that," the obsidian eyed girl grumbled with a slight blush. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, we're just friends. I'm not even sure he considers us friends, actually. Maybe he just considers me as that annoying girl who worries all the time." She scoffed, adjusting her red wine gown.

Carla stuck her tongue out at Julia. "Sure, that's why he always looks at you when you aren't watching," she teased, smirking at her friend's rosy cheeks before saying, "You won't need any blush if we keep talking about you and how you totally aren't with Roman." Julia grumbled under her breath, putting on some mascara. Gezie, rolling her eyes, got up and joined her friends at the mirror. "Come on Carla, stop teasing Julia so much," the shorter girl chastised, smoothing her red, lace tea dress. Turning and twisting a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror, she deemed her appearance acceptable.

A sudden and loud knock at the door pulled the girls away from their talk, and Julia went over in an unhurried fashion, opening it to reveal a glaring Raven.

"You guys have been in here forever! We have to go!" He complained with an over exaggerated pout, crossing his arms.

Julia glanced at the digital clock that hung on the wall and scoffed, "We've only taken an hour."

"That's still really long. The other guys are getting antsy too, and we'll be late if we don't leave soon!" Raven sighed, practically bouncing up and down from excitement.

"Fine. I suppose we're all ready anyways. Let's go ladies," Gezie declared, putting on her last layer of lip gloss. She adjusted a gold bracelet on her wrist, then exited her bedroom with the other girls.

The other boys were talking and laughing amongst each other quietly as the girls arrived in the kitchen. Apparently they had really bonded during the girls' nice night together, and the boys hung out together more often now. Jack and Roman still had their rivalry, but it was friendlier than it used to be, more focussed on video games too.

"You all look very nice," Jack nodded, gentlemanly as always. He may have been a tank on the battlefield for the team, but he was very gentlemanly and responsible to the rest of the team.

"You as well," Carla replied, a hint of a smile playing at her thin lips as she gazed at his black and white tuxedo.

"Great, great. We all look amazing. Can we go now? Phoebe and the rest of the Beta team are already down at the dance!" Raven pleaded, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

"Yeah. To the courtyards," Jack shrugged, swiftly grabbing his black blazer that rested on the back of a chair, and shrugging it on. The rest of the team grabbed their coats and such, leaving the dorm, an electric feeling of excitement in the air.

"Why is every news station within a mile of this school here?" Avi raised an eyebrow as the Alpha Team walked out of their dorm, towards the courtyard where the dance was being held. He was trying to act natural, or at least somewhat, even though Gezie was still giving him the cold shoulder. Gezie had confronted him about lying to her after the girl's night out, but he, though not happily, lied again, making up that Ana had lied to Gezie, not wanting to be questioned. They fought, of course, but in the end Gezie tentatively took the story, still unbelieving and now a bit untrusting of Avi.

Several news trucks were parked in the parking lot, and several reporters were talking to the principal of the academy, Mr. Rashid.

"I… didn't know this was going to be so publicized. This is supposed to be just a regular school dance, right?" Carla murmured, her blue eyes sweeping the area.

"When it deals with Luthor, it's always going to be publicized. And no, this dance wasn't really for our enjoyment. It was just a press event to detail the success of the school," Jack grumbled with a sigh. He gestured with his hand to the fancy ball, with people dancing the waltz. It looked rather boring, probably because it was just putting on a show for the press.

The students walked towards the entrance of the dance, and glanced around at the photographers and newscasters who suddenly turned their attention to them. Jack, being used to all the attention he received for being Luthor's poster boy, looked apathetic as the camera flashed. Carla shifted uncomfortably, shielding her eyes slightly from the bright flashes, and Roman simply grimaced. The team slowly went over to their principal at his beckoning.

"This," Mr. Rashid gave a fake smile as he gestured to the teens, "is our Alpha Team. We are extremely proud of them." The reporters started to ask more questions, basically shoving the microphones in the teens' faces. Roman growled in his grumpy way, and they backed off a bit, but still asked questions.

Many minutes later some of the Omega team started to trickle over, giving the Alpha team time to escape.

The Academy, Courtyards

September 30, 5:30 P.M. EST

2021

Team Alpha looked around, sighing in relief, as they finally made it in the dance, away from the cameras and reporters, after Mr. Rashid had asked them to come over. They were questioned, though the principal intervened when the questions were a little more...serious. Mainly when the subject had turned to the recent murders of the LexCorp employees and thefts of some of LexCorp's products.

"Huh, did some serious clean-up here didn't you?" Raven commented, looking around the transformed courtyard. It looked nice. Decorations on the bushes, lanterns hanging from the trees, tables with food and punch on them scattered throughout, and room for people to dance. Carla rolled her eyes, "It was mostly Ms. LaRoux. Julia and Gezie helped more than me."

Gezie shook her head with a sigh, "Carla got most of the decorations up, and she suggested where to put the tables. She helped more than she thinks." Julia nodded in agreement, giving Carla a look when the druidess was starting to disagree.

"Hey, you finally made it!" Phoebe grinned, the first to greet the Alpha members. "Did Mr. Rashid call you over to talk to the reporters too?" She asked, a cup of punch in her hand. Everyone nodded, though Roman had wandered off towards the food.

"Yeah. It was really weird, and they were asking questions rapid fire," Raven complained in a whiny voice. Phoebe chuckled a bit before saying, "That happened to us too. Ana seemed to handle it well, better than most of us. Then again...David seemed to be soaking up all the attention, mostly redirecting the subject to his art though."

"Phoebe and Raven certainly seem close," Julia commented softly to Carla and Gezie, raising an eyebrow.

"They're pretty similar. From their joking and true heroic intentions to do good, to their care for their friends," Carla hummed, gesturing to the two jokesters of the Alpha and Beta teams, Gezie nodded, agreeing with both of them.

"I guess that's what makes them close. It's because they can relate to and understand each other, probably better than any of us could to either of them," the Alpha team's leader pointed out. The two other girls let out murmurs of agreement before glancing up again. Jace had shyly came over to the girls, chewing her lip as she stood.

"Oh, hi Jace," the Alpha girls chorused to the smaller girl.

The twelve year old murmured, "Hi. Uh, what do you think of the dance so far?"

"I like it," Gezie smiled, glancing at the dance floor. "Not a lot of Omega, but enough for them to be a team," she hummed, gesturing to some people who didn't look very familiar that came in and others who were already there.

Carla and Julia nodded, the former shrugged at Jace's question saying, "It's alright. A little crowded."

Julia rolled her eyes at the druidess. "Ignore her. The party is great," the brown haired girl sighed.

Suddenly Catori, who was in a cute black dress, with sparkles on the skirt and ballet flats ran up to the group. She was greeted by the Alpha team, Phoebe, and Jace, before receiving some compliments on her outfit.

"You all look so pretty!" The nine year old gushed to the girls with a huge smile. Catori almost swooned as she saw Jack. "Wow Jack, you look really nice," the dark haired girl commented, smiling sweetly. The blond teen chuckled, crouching down to Catori's height.

"Well, you look very nice too. You're absolutely beautiful," Jack told Catori, giving the girl a kind smile. Travis' usual smile became softer as he crouched too.

"I bet you look just like Jack says Cat," the blind teen said softly. "Just stunning."

Catori smiled brightly, "Thank you! Genevieve was actually good for something and helped me find it." Travis sighed at the way his sister referred to one of the nicest teachers on campus and shook his head.

"Well, would you give me the honour of a dance?" The red haired teen asked, holding out his hand and Catori nodded eagerly. Even though she was happy just to watch her brother dance, to do something he loved, she knew it would make him happy to dance with her.

"It's nice...seeing siblings on campus, just acting like siblings," Julia sighed, glancing at Roman before wandering over to him. Carla and Gezie started to talk about school, as well as just random things. Raven and Phoebe chatted excitedly about the latest video game that hit the shelves, Jace standing by them and piping up once in awhile.

Jack chuckled at the pair's enthusiasm before deciding to start up a conversation with Avi. He went over to the punch table where the mechanic was getting a drink and asked, "So, how is that motorcycle coming along?"

"Great! I'm probably going to add some awesome stuff so we can keep up with the villains who can fly," Avi informed Jack excitedly. The mechanic glanced to the left, then noticed Ana approaching the pair. She sauntered up to the boys, her artic blue eyes scanning their appearances.

"Hey," She greeted amusedly, raising an eyebrow at Jack. It was a slight indication that she wanted some time alone with Avi, and he got the message. Jack chuckled softly, before heading back over to Gezie and Carla were.

"Hey to you too." Avi glanced at Jack as he left, asking a bit awkwardly, "So, uh, how are you-"

"Wanna dance?" Ana asked suddenly, holding out her hand.

Avi's eyes widened and he chuckled nervously, "Uh, yeah. Sure." The journalist took Avi's hand, dragging him to a nice, less crowded spot on the dance floor. The mechanic bit his lip, tentatively putting one hand on Ana's waist as they laced their free hands together. They danced for awhile in silence, awkwardness surrounding Avi as he had no clue how to react to this.

"I want to ask you something," Ana sighed, leaning closer to him.

"I'm afraid to ask what," Avi joked slightly, nervous at how little space was between them. Specifically, their lips.

Ana rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow, she scoffed softly, "You know exactly what I'm going to ask you about." Avi tensed a bit, his grip on Ana tightening subconsciously, though he loosened it when he noticed.

"I'm sure I don't," the taller teen gulped, shaking his head. He really hoped she wasn't going to try and kiss him, because if so, he wouldn't know how to react.

Ana glared at Avi, giving him a scowl. "You know exactly what Redhawk," she said coldly, stepping even closer. "Why did you lie about who told you about the mole? Why did you blatantly lie to Gezie that I was the one who told you?"

Avi's blood ran cold as he realized she knew, and his face went pale. "I'm not having this conversation with you. You're on Beta team, it doesn't concern you," the mechanic hissed and tried to pull away, but Ana held him tightly in place. He panicked slightly; this girl had a grip of iron.

The journalist huffed, "At least answer this: Who really told you there was a mole on the team?"

Avi bit his lip, shaking his head vehemently, "I can't tell you."

"Why not? I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own secrets around, why not one of yours?" Ana asked, narrowing her eyes. "My last name is Holmes for a reason, so do you want to make me deduce it or something?"

Avi shook his head again, "No I just...if I can't tell Gezie, one of my most trusted friends and my team leader, I can't tell you."

"And that's because...?" Ana trailed off, looking at Avi to answer. The taller teen closed his eyes, looking more tired than ever.

"I just-it's just that," Avi sighed in frustration, "It's difficult to explain."

"Then don't make it difficult for everyone and just tell me," Ana hissed, irked by Avi's stubbornness. The mechanic glared at Ana, saying, "I would if I could Ana, I really would."

"Just tell the truth Redhawk," the journalist snapped, lowering her voice. "Do you think I'll just turn my back and tell Gezie? Do you think I can't keep your secret because it's not mine? Because I won't, and I can. If I know, maybe I'll cover your sorry ass, and make up a story."

Avi chewed his lip, mulling over the offer. 'If Ana could convince Gezie she was faking not knowing...it would get Gezie off my back, and she'd probably trust me again,' he thought, eyebrows furrowing. Avi nodded, "Fine. I'll tell you."

Ana smirked, letting her grip relax a bit, "Good."

"It was...it was Mr. Jasper," Avi informed lowly, glancing around nervously, even though no one was looking at them. Ana nodded, not showing even the slightest surprise.

Avi then realized… she already knew. She knew that Harvard was watching the team. If she didn't, she'd be more shocked. But how did she know? Perhaps her journalism was more extensive than he originally thought…

"Alright. I'll work out a cover then," the journalist hummed, raising an eyebrow at his relieved expression.

"Thank you. I truly mean it," He sighed. She simply nodded, then continued on with the dance.

The Academy, Courtyards

September 30, 6:00 P.M. EST

2021

On the other side of the floor, Travis and Catori enjoyed dancing with each other. Catori giggled as she stood on her brother's feet. Though it didn't boost her up much, the siblings still danced as normally as possible. They were content, not trading partners or fidgeting awkwardly. Catori knew Travis knew what he was doing. After all, the nine year old had seen her brother dance a million times. She knew that the blind teen loved to dance, and was good at it. Catori knew that it was one of the ways he could truly express himself.

Travis, as he was so tall, leaned down to hold Catori's hands. Even though it was probably uncomfortable, he still had his unwavering smile on his face. It seemed to be a bit wider than usual as he swayed with his little sister.

"Hey Trav," Catori hummed, looking around at the couples and friends around them swaying.

"Yeah Cat?" Travis asked, his smile still ever present. The nine year old bit her lip, answering with a question, "Wouldn't you rather dance with a girl your age? Someone who could be your soulmate? Like in Fairy Tales and movies?" Travis bit his lip and shook his head.

"Cat...you know I'm not into that stuff, if you'd rather dance with Jack and I dance with someone else," Travis sighed, his smile softening.

"No, I know I just...I want you to find someone," Catori whispered, looking down at her feet on top of Travis'.

The medic let out a small, soft chuckle, "Cat, I have plenty of time for that. Right now, I just want to dance with my little sister. This is as good as any fairy tale or movie. Actually, it's better."

The Academy, Courtyards

September 30, 6:30 P.M. EST

2021

Julia, who stood by Roman in silence at the punch table, sipped on her drink. The red eyed boy of the Alpha team was in a button up shirt, though not all his buttons were buttoned, loafers, and slacks, while she wore a nice red wine gown.

Glancing at him, Julia snarked, "So you decided to not even try to dress yourself correctly?"

Roman rolled his eyes. "Laugh it up shortstack. At least I didn't take over an hour to get ready," the taller teen grumbled, sipping on his punch.

Julia scowled and punched Roman in the arm, "Don't call me shortstack, weirdly tall boy." She paused for with her teasing to see David sidling up to her.

"Hey Julia," David grinned as he came up to her, dressed in a nice tux. He was dressed better than Roman, which wasn't saying much as most of the team was.

"Hey David," Julia greeted, a small smile appearing.

"You look very nice tonight." David chuckled and gestured to her outfit then glanced once at Roman, "Wish I could say the same for you."

Roman glared at the male artist, but the slightly taller teen didn't notice.

"So Julia, I was wondering, what was a lovely lady like you doing on the sidelines? Then I thought, 'Has no one asked her? What fools these other boys are,'" David informed the obsidian eyed girl before getting to the point, "And the reason I came over here was to ask: Would you like the honour of dancing with me?" Julia's eyes widened, half wanting to decline and stay with Roman, the other half wanting to say yes. She might as well dance with someone tonight, as she didn't think Roman would ask her.

"Why, such a gentleman. I'd love to," The female artist smiled, feeling like the words were coming out from another person's mouth as David took her hand and lead her to the dance floor.

Roman scowled harder than usual, his eyes going stormy as he squeezed his cup of punch so hard it started to break.

"Hey man, what's with you?" Raven asked, walking over to get drink for Phoebe and himself. Roman threw the plastic cup away, aggressively grabbing himself another one, and grumbling out, "Nothing." Though his angry eyes followed Julia and David as they laughed and danced. Raven spotted the pair and nodded in understanding.

"So that's what's with you," the silver eyed teen observed. Raven glanced over his shoulder at Phoebe, who had wandered away to start conversation with Jace. The poor twelve year old barely got a word in as Phoebe chatted on and on. "Uh, maybe I can help?" Raven suggested.

"Help with what?" Kian asked, coming over and pouring himself a glass of punch.

"Help Roman with the 'David is friends with Julia, and asked her to dance,' situation," Raven explained, a mock serious expression on his face.

"Well I'm no expert on romance, but I think you should be a little nicer to her. Most girls don't want their boyfriend to be a total asshole, like you. But who knows? Maybe Julia's into that kinda thing. Women are strange, mysterious creatures," Kian shrugged, taking a sip of punch.

Roman let out a low growl, "Kian, shut up. I don't need help. There's nothing wrong."

"Suit yourself, man. I'm not very good at relationship advice anyways," Kian shoved his hands in the pocket of his suit jacket and began to walk away.

"Oh come on!" Raven protested," You're so jealous David is dancing with your girl, so go out there and-" He suddenly yelped as Phoebe grabbed his arm and started to drag him to the dance floor.

The redhead grinned as she put her hand on Raven's shoulder, her other hand holding his. Raven put his hand on Phoebe's waist, sending an apologetic look to Roman as he danced with her.

The Academy, Courtyards

September 30, 8:00 P.M. EST

2021

Gezie took a step back from the crowd, taking a shaky breath. She was an introvert at heart, and pretending that she wasn't this long was really taking a toll on the leader. She quickly grabbed a drink off the refreshments table, then breezed away from the dance, back towards the gardens.

She walked along the cobblestone paths, through the expansive gardens that covered the area, and sighed in relief. After weeks of stress and pressure to perform as a good leader, it felt nice to have a little time to herself. Gezie found a nice bench near a small babbling brook, and sat down. She leaned against the back of the chair, closing her eyes, and relaxing. Oh, how she needed this.

"Don't you look keyed up. Something on your mind?" A voice next to her purred.

Gezie's eyes flew open to find a woman sitting next to her, staring at her intently with a coy smile playing at her lips. The woman had a black dress suit with a blue tie, and her voice seemed familiar to Gezie. Though, since the sun had set and she was in the dark, she couldn't see much and tell who it was.

"Who are you?" Gezie asked immediately, trying to peer through the darkness to tell who it was. It was fruitless though, and she couldn't help but wish she had night vision.

"Just a concerned party goer," The woman immediately assured her. "I know you, you're the leader of Team Alpha. Why aren't you in there with your friends?"

"I don't know. I just needed some time to think. I figured my friends would be fine for a few minutes without me." Gezie shrugged quietly, relaxing a bit.

"It doesn't really sound like they're your friends from the way you talk about them. It sounds like you're their babysitter." The woman chuckled a little.

"Sometimes I feel like a babysitter… Roman and Julia bicker, Roman tries to fight Jack but loses horribly every time, Roman yells at Travis… actually, I think I'm only babysitting him." Gezie scoffed.

"No. It's something deeper. Almost like… you're wary of them. Like you can't trust your teammates," She said, tilting her head.

"I feel… that way a lot, actually. They're all being so secretive and afraid! It's… making me question who's actually loyal to the team, and not someone else," Gezie sighed, resting her head on the palm of her hand, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm venting to you…," she trailed off, rubbing her forehead

The woman chuckled a bit, "It's alright, everyone needs to let some stress out every once in awhile. Vent until your heart's content," she gave a small sigh afterwards, "Not everyone is going to be loyal to you. Everyone has some form of ulterior motive."

"What do you mean?" The girl breathed, her eyes narrowing.

"You know your team isn't telling you everything. Why they came to the academy, what their past is, who they… work for," the woman hummed, her voice getting softer as if telling a secret.

"Who the hell are you?" Gezie hissed, her eyes widening in alarm. How did this woman know this? Was she working with the mole possibly?

"I'm not just a concerned citizen. I'm a little bit more than that. I work with a group who tries to do good in this world. A group that wants to remove corruption and bad individuals who work from our government." The person said gently, "Our president."

The words hit her like a pile of bricks. The president? What was this, a rebel group? She was talking to a crazy person. That's what this had to be. But then again… the curiosity gnawed at her.

"You're…trying to get him out of office? Why?" Gezie breathed, her mind going a mile per minute.

"Dear, I know you've been searching for answers-"

"What do you know? What was that cargo that was being delivered? Where was it going? Who was it for?" Gezie snapped, her fists clenching and unclenching in anticipation. She needed to hear this now.

"Aren't you eager to hear?" The woman chuckled, "The cargo was LexCorp weapon plans and new weapons. They were being delivered to the docks, then being shipped over to Bialya. And well, if you know a lot about Luthor like I do, I'm sure you can infer who those weapons were for."

Gezie sat silent for a moment, fiddling with the edges of her red tea dress. Who was in Bialya? She couldn't think of anyone he might have ties to there. So that meant she needed to press this person for more information. Gezie needed to channel her inner Ana Holmes.

"And you were the group who attacked the cargo train…?" She inferred, arching a brow.

"Yes. We didn't want those weapons in the hands of the person he was delivering it to. It could cause… mass chaos," The woman shuddered.

"But… if I'm guessing correctly, you're also the people who have been assassinating all the Lex Corp employees? Isn't that doing more harm than the good you want?" Gezie inquired.

"No one is ever truly good. It's never Good against Evil. It's always Us against Them," She explained. "Those employees were working on new, more dangerous weapons. It was necessary to get them out of the picture."

"It was necessary to orphan a little girl?" Gezie hissed quietly, her blue eyes flashing in anger.

"Yes. Robert Brenner was making weapons for Luthor to wipe cities off of the map. Ask yourself this: Why would president Luthor need that?" She growled lowly.

Gezie stayed silent for a moment, biting her lip. Then she whispered, "Why… why would he need that much fire power?"

She didn't want to believe that the leader of her country was making war weapons, because the world was relatively peaceful right now. Who was he fighting? Or did he need those weapons to stay in power?

"You could come with me and find out," The woman immediately answered, "Let me take you to my superiors. They could give you the answers you need, the answers you want, the answers you deserve."

It was a compelling argument, Gezie had to admit. They'd spent weeks chasing after Elle and these answers, but now this unknown woman was dangling them right in front of her face. Gezie had a feeling saying yes would be playing right into her hands, and she was wary of that. She didn't want to be a pawn anymore. Not for Luthor, and definitely not for this rebel group.

"What about my teammates? If you truly are a rebel group against Luthor, they're probably going to have to fight you at some point. And if they learn I've been… consorting with you, it'll probably mean the end of us," The teen asked, frowning a bit.

"Gezie… your team's trust in each other is failing. And it's splitting you all apart, towards the point of no return. Either way, your team will fall. And besides, is working against Luthor really so bad? I know you don't like him. I see the way your eyes flash when you hear his name. You know, deep down inside, that he's still up to no good. Remember a few years ago when the public was still wary of him? When they were suspicious of his intentions? Where did all that suspicion and wariness go?" The woman hissed, emotions pouring into her words. Gezie could have sworn she saw a flash of something in her eyes, a flash of blue. Then she finally recognized the voice, and the flash of blue.

Gezie let out a yell, then quickly tackled Elle, slamming her into the soft, dewy grass.

"Why are you here? Are you trying to kill me like you did with Avi and Carla?" She snarled, summoning the ink on her tattoos to begin wrapping around Elle's neck. Gezie couldn't believe she hadn't recognized the assassin sooner.

"To help you! If I had wanted you dead I would have killed you already. I had the perfect chance to, but instead, I gave you information." Elle yelled back, shifting all her weight to one side and flipping Gezie over, so her back was against the ground now.

"How do I know that wasn't false information?" The girl spat angrily.

"Because it all adds up and you know it! It all makes sense! And it's the truth!" Elle hissed.

"Why are you even working with them?" Gezie wiggled and squirmed in her grasp, trying to wrench herself free.

Elle let out a frustrated groan, "Because Luthor and Cadmus did this to me! They made me who I am, gave me all these damn abilities, and they screwed me up! They kidnapped me from my family and experimented on me. Luthor and Cadmus Labs are awful people who deserve to rot in hell with the rest of us. And you know what? They did the exact same thing to your teammate too."

"Don't you bring Jack into this," Gezie growled, shaking with fury. She was angry with Elle for everything; all the attacks and all her murders, but she also felt sick to her stomach at the thought of Jack being poked and prodded like that. Was he really from Cadmus? Gezie resolved to finally get some answers from him and Luthor… if she survived this.

"Let me up! I'll kill you for everything you've done!" The girl snarled.

"Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you. But if you do try to scream for help, I will."

Gezie glared angrily at her, biding her time. She knew she couldn't overpower Elle, the woman was already as strong if not stronger than Jack was. She had to figure out a way to outsmart her then. Gezie wanted to get some answers badly, but she didn't know what to do. Of course… she could always be a double agent. Pretend to be on Elle's side, alert the team of what she learned, and then take the Light of Justice down. But Gezie didn't think she could ever work with Elle. And a small, small part of her wanted the group to succeed. Wanted to see Luthor fall.

"I don't want your stupid answers," She snarled bringing her knee up to Elle's chest, catching her off guard, then her ink tattoos solidified into whips. She wrapped them around the assassin's wrists, then threw her off of her.

Gezie scrambled to her feet, sprinting away as fast as she could.

"Damn high heels!" She gasped, as she her lost her footing in her red heels and went tumbling to the ground. She gasped slightly as she moved her ankle, her stomach sinking in disappointment as she felt a sharp stabbing pain. Was it broken? Sprained? She didn't have time to ponder what was wrong any longer as Elle was sauntering towards her, a predatory smirk on her face.

"I tried to be nice. I tried to get you on my side. And what do you do? You fuck up. Badly. So now, I'm gonna make you regret ever meeting me." The assassin purred, then grabbed Gezie's hair and hauled her to her feet.

The Academy, Courtyards

September 30, 8:30 P.M. EST

2021

"So, did anyone ask you to the dance?" Jack asked Carla, glancing at the couples on the dance floor. The druidess shook her head.

"Why would anyone ask me?" Carla scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I like creepy stuff, and not much of a fan of people."

"Well, you're a pretty good person," Jack frowned, at the second part of Carla's information. "Not a fan of people?"

Carla scoffed, sipping on her punch before explaining, "I'm an introvert. People aren't really my speciality. I'd rather work on potions or read a good book than try and socialize."

"Well, I haven't danced with anyone tonight. Would you like to dance with me?" Jack asked curiously, holding out a giant hand to her.

Carla raised an eyebrow, "You're serious?" When Jack's lips curled into a small smile, she sighed. "Fine." She grabbed his hand begrudgingly, allowing him to lead her out onto the floor.

Jack gently rested his hands on her waist and the pair began to sway. Carla ducked her head slightly in embarrassment, not really knowing how to react.

"You look very nice tonight," Jack said kindly and politely.

"Huh? Oh...thanks...you too," Carla responded, a tinge of pink rising to her pale cheeks.

Jack chuckled, smiling slightly, "Thank you." After a few beats of silence and swaying, the tall blond informed a bit joking, "Looks like Roman was a little late on the dancing thing. David stole Julia to dance."

Carla raised an eyebrow as she glanced over to her friend, "Uh Oh. He's going to raise hell when we get back. Prepare for a temper tantrum."

"I know. I'm probably going to have to be the one to calm him down back at the dorm," Jack sighed tiredly, shaking his head. He definitely wasn't looking forward to their petty romance drama.

Carla shrugged a little, "Well, I think they might-"

Suddenly, a low hush fell over the crowd of dancers, Jack and Carla let go of each other and turned around to find Elle dragging in Gezie. Their leader had a black eye already, and a split lip. A little bit of blood speckled her face, her dress was torn and burned in several places, and mud was caked on her legs.

"Attention all party goers," Elle called out, her voice calm and commanding, "I need Jack Arsenault."

Several loud trucks came speeding down the road towards them, eventually stopping in front of the school. Other mercenaries and soldiers like the ones the team saw on the train came out and headed for the dance. Quite a few of the security guards at the ball quickly whipped out their guns and shot their co workers who were still loyal to Luthor in cold blood.

Carla almost screamed like most of the other guests, as she stared at the sight before her in horror. This whole display of brutality just showed that you really couldn't trust anyone at this school. Including yourself.

She felt the blood drain from her face, and she began to push Jack into the crowd of people gathered on the dance floor. "We have to go!" She hissed.

"If he does not come up here in one minute, I will kill Miss Leclerc," Elle boomed, a energy ball flaring up at her fingertips. She pressed it close to Gezie's neck, and the girl didn't even flinch.

"Jack don't-" Gezie was cut off as Elle pressed even closer. The energy was grazing the teen's neck, almost close enough to set it aflame.

Jack let out a low curse, starting to walk to the front. He stopped as he felt a tug on his hand. Looking back, he saw Carla, a fierce look in her eyes as she warned, "Be careful."

The blond teen nodded to his teammate before pushing his way to the front of the crowd.

"What do you want?" Jack asked, a growl in his voice as he glared at the assassin. Elle grinned upon seeing him, holding Gezie tighter.

"Oh please. Don't act like you're so angry," the assassin smirked at him triumphantly.

"I'm not acting. You're really starting to piss me off," Jack snorted, looking Gezie up and down. She had really gotten her ass kicked, and that made the anger that was already inside of him bubble up even more.

"Well you're going to have to get used to me, because you and I are going to be spending quite a bit of time together over these next few days," Elle taunted. Jack scowled at the assassin, looking like, and probably wishing, he could kill her.

"Why do you need Gezie? Can't you just let her go and take me?" Jack asked, trying to reason for his friend's freedom. Gezie tried to shake her head, but Elle held her firmly in place.

"Well, I certainly don't need to tell you that, considering I have the upper hand," Elle chuckled, looking around. "Now come with me, or see your team leader die." Jack's scowl turned even deeper as he grudgingly complied. He knew there wasn't much he could do. Elle could snap Gezie's neck or shoot her with her energy in an instant, so the best option he had was to go along with all this. Attacking her would also risk the other guests' safety, and Jack didn't want to see anyone else die tonight.

Elle smirked as soldiers filed into the courtyard. Some taking Jack, putting him in power inhibiting handcuffs, and pushing him into a truck. Gezie had a blindfold wrapped around her eyes, and she was shoved into the back of the truck as well. "Oh, and don't even try to follow us, remaining students and staff," the assassin hummed as the remaining soldiers took up positions guarding the exits. "If you do, well, I guess you can see how well you do against highly trained mercenaries, who won't show mercy." Elle let out a short laugh as she got in the passenger seat of the truck containing Jack, and drove away.

A/N:

Holy crap. That was hell. Not the story itself, but writing the story. We had all this inspiration last week, we had the whole chapter mapped out and ready to be written, then so much freaking happened this week that we weren't able to finish it on time. It took us forever. If at any point we're late, check our profile. It has the progress of our latest chapter.

Our chapter title today is a little reference to our first chapter. Storms were brewing and now they have arrived. Just a little fun fact.

So this finale was rough. Real rough. We're leaving you all with a cliffhanger, because here, when do we ever leave you all with a cliffie? Not often. So we figured, why not for our S1 finale?

Anyways, we answered some very important questions in this episode. Mainly in the Gezie/Elle scene. Pay attention to that, because it's our set up for the rebellion! Woohoo! The Light of Justice is a rebel group and they'll be taking the academy by storm in S2! And our Team Alpha leader just learned that our dear Mr. Luthor isn't as nice as he says he is. Dangerous weapons? To Bialya of all places? Uh oh...we smell a Canon character coming soon. As in, several canons in S2. ;)

Also, we are opening submissions again for one more teacher. If your character is on Alpha, you cannot submit. We are only picking one. Please PM us for the sheet.

Anyways, we'll see you all in a couple weeks for the next update. Gotta get all geared up, and plan more of S2! We hoped you enjoyed this season~.

~Fangirls out

~Questions~

1. Favorite episode of the season? Favorite scene of the season? Why?

2. What do you want to see happen in S2?

3. What character development or plots do you want to see happen for your OC?