Moka: Thanks for the comments and the views! Now here's the end-of-the-weekend chapter for you guys! :)

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Moka got lost fairly quickly. She didn't really want to have a look at Starfire's room, she just wanted a bit of peace and some time to herself. Some doors she could open, others had motion detectors and opened by themselves. A rare few were locked, so she didn't bother with them.

Curious, she took a peek inside one of the rooms, and discovered what could only be a big storage space, filled with sports equipment. A few doors later she found the loo, and she vowed to remember where it was placed, knowing how awful it was to need to pee and have no toilets in sight.

Gradually, she began to relax, and think logically of the situation.

She knew that the first season of Teen Titans had begun, recognizing she was in the first or second episode. The Titans saw her as a criminal, and were definitively against her and Mistress. To top it all off, they were stuck with the HIVE!

Of course, Mistress seemed perfectly content with it, but Moka was more realistic about their situation: they could only count on themselves, and they needed to leave, as soon as possible. However, she had no idea how she could clue her friend in, because the latter seemed to have attached herself to Jinx, and might not want to leave.

As she turned round a corner, she felt something that made her stop. The knot of nervousness she had been feeling was gone, and something heavy had settled in her grasp. Slowly, she raised her hand, a growing smirk on her face.

The remote had finally come back.

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Mistress and Jinx were playing some racer game that involved two colourful cars. Whoever won got to play against Gizmo. They'd been playing since Moka left and were having fun. Just as Mistress was about to cross the game's last checkpoint something happened. The constant feeling of anxiety and dread that manifested itself in the pit of her stomach when she and Moka had been captured suddenly...dissipated. And Mistress didn't know why, all she knew was she felt a hundred times better. She felt free. Like going back home, or being with someone you loved.

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Moka wasn't sure about the use of the remote yet. And she wanted to continue exploring anyway. If she paused while Mistress was with the others, then they'd see something wasn't right when she pressed play and Mistress wasn't in the same position as before, even by a few centimeters. Moka would rather keep their ability to stop time a secret, for now.

After a few minutes, she found a room that had her pursing her lips, before entering it. It took her some time to find what she was looking for, but pretty soon she came back out with a heavy object pressed against her chest, a devious smile on her lips. She was changing the plot.

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Back in the entertainment/living room, Mistress and Gizmo were in a fierce battle to see who was going to be the racing game champion. Mistress had already beaten Jinx, while Gizmo had beaten Mammoth. The two losers were sitting on the couch watching the game on the screen. Jinx seemed a bit sullen at her loss.

Mistress couldn't believe how easy the game was. Its simplistic design and controls were child's play to her. After all the years of playing difficult games like the Halo series, all sorts of Mario games, Sonic, Bioshock and other adventure/puzzle type games, this one was a piece of cake.

When you watched Teen Titans, you didn't think much of the games Cyborg and Beastboy played together, but it had always looked easy, though probably because the creators of the show didn't want to spend time working on such a tiny little aspect, that now defined the videogames of the world Mistress lived in.

She maneuvered her little red car further up the looping track and pressed the nitro button, which shot her car zooming passt Gizmo's green one and through the finish line.

Gizmo was gaping in shock. He couldn't believe someone had actually beaten him in a video game. And it was a girl!

"Oh yeah~!" shouted Mistress in glee, throwing away her controller. "Who's your Mommy?! Hahaha! That's right, it's me! Oh yes, I won!"

"I demand a do-over!" yelled Gizmo, enraged. "You probably cheated anyways! Girls always cheat! Do-over! DO-OVER!" He threw his own controler at the screen but it didn't even make a scuff.

The door of the living room opened wide, letting Moka in. No one paid attention to her.

Uncaring of the fact that she was about to interrupt them, she pressed pause on the remote hidden within the folds of her clothes, nervously eyeing the robotic arm mounted on a nearby wall. Had the camera captured anything? Was it even activated yet?

"Mistress, I got the remote back, so we can bail now."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. She got off the comfy couch and walked over to Moka. At the last minute, a funny idea hit her brain and she jogged back to Gizmo to unplug his controller from the consol.

"Can't let the little shit have a false victory, now can I?" Upon seeing Moka with a rather large bulge hiding under her clothes, curiosity took over. "Whatcha got there girlie?"

Moka patted the rectangular lump by the side of her stomach, covered by her top.

"I've got it hidden here 'cause the whole tower has cameras EVERYWHERE, and I can't afford the Titans to know what I took," she said as she began pulling it out. "So we can't unpause until we've left, or it'll be on camera."

She held up an old dusty tome.

"Dont'cha recognize Malchior's book?"

Mistress squinted. She took her glasses out and put them on to take another look at the white and silver book. Irritated, she wracked her brain for the information she was looking for. She knew she knew that name from somewhere in the show but couldn't remember where from. She was aware that anything involving an old tome type book had a 99% chance of being directly involved with Raven.

Then it clicked in her mind and she snapped her fingers. "Hey… yeah! Wasn't Mal-whatever that paper mummy looking guy in that one episode that turned out to be a dragon that was a total A-hole? He, like, tricked Raven or something. Wait… am I thinking of someone else? No. No, I'm sure that's right. Right?"

Moka nodded.

"Yes. He's trapped in this book. In the episode, he tricked Raven and made her release him. It was one of my favourite episodes from the show, so that's why I found this book so easily. Since we've been making major changes in the series, I was thinking that we'd just get rid of anything that could cause problems, in case our meddling changes something and makes the Titans loose. Since I took this, there's no chance Malchior will come out. And I was thinking we could get rid of another potential threat..."

Her eyes strayed to the side, where the HIVE were.

Mistress followed her gaze and looked over the frozen HIVE members. She felt bad for whatever they were going to do but shook that feeling off just as fast as it came. She knew that they would do worse to them at the drop of a hat. Moka was probably only thinking of turning them in. When she said 'get rid of' somebody who didn't know the smaller woman might believe she meant to kill them.

Mistress knew Moka didn't have what it took to actually kill someone, let alone three someones. Plus, after watching the series Mistress knew there was a higher chance of Mammoth and Gizmo sticking to the life of crime. And though there was a good deal of hope for Jinx to change… that time was a long ways off; she hadn't met Kid Flash yet.

So with a sigh Mistress nodded her head, knowing what they had to do.

"We have to turn them over to the Titans don't we? But...is there any way to do it without implicating ourselves?"

Moka shook her head. "No, if we turn them in, the Titans will never let us leave. I say we tie them up, so that when the Titans come back, they'll have a package ready to be delivered to the authorities. And because you took the time to play with them, there is a chance that they won't suspect you when we unpause and they find themselves tied up."

She pointed towards the door she had come from a minute ago.

"There's a room full of equipment that way, with rope and stuff in it. Will ya help me with the carrying? You're stronger than I am, and together we should manage."

Mistress agreed and followed her friend to the after mentioned room.

"Wait, won't we need to knock them all out? I mean...I'm positive all three of them can escape from some simple rope."

Biting her lip, Moka carefully considered their options.

"I don't know how much it'll take to knock the big one out, but I suppose we can try. I didn't find any handcuffs or something, so we'll have to use what we have." She felt a bit guilty for what she was about to do to those villains, but if it could maybe get the both of them into the Titans' good graces, then she wouldn't hesitate.

"Let's hit them on the head. They'll only feel it when we unpause, and with enough hits they might have a concussion."

Mistress's lips twitched before she cracked up. She began laughing, and did so so hard that tears formed in her eyes. She wasn't sure why but she found the idea of being able to actually give someone a concussion, and them have no idea they did it, hilarious. She giggled while Moka stood next to her for a good minute. Once her laughter died down she coughed and tried to compose herself, knowing she had lost a bit of her pride there.

She hastily tried to explain herself to her friend, who she hoped didn't think she was nuts. "Sorry Moka." She chuckled. "I just thought that was really funny. We could totally kick someone's ass and they would never know we did it. Hahahahaa~ Oh my god, that is so ridiculously funny to me." She started snickering again.

Smiling, Moka gently patted her friend's back. "Yeaaah, hitting someone without consequences is really funny." Her tone clearly implied she didn't believe a word she had just said. "Now, pull yourself together, we have work to do. Once we're finished, we'll have to run back to the hotel and hope the Titans didn't take our stuff yet."

If their belongings were still there, then they'd have to move to a different hotel anyway. They had enough money to cover for a few days at any cheapo hotel.

Mistress cleared her throat and tried to act serious. Briskly, she stalked forward and started going through the storage boxes. After searching through a few, she found one that held nets, and right underneath it was a box full of rope. She pulled it down.

"I found some rope and some net. Now we need to find something heavy enough to knock them out with."

She shoved things back into boxes and tried putting them back in place. She hoped they weren't supposed to be in any special order or anything, because she was just placing them in such a way so that they looked semi-neat.

"And," she continued. "I think I should be the one to knock them out. I'm not sure if you're strong enough to know how hard to hit them. Okay?"

Pretending she hadn't been looking for a way to make Mistress do it all along, Moka gave her consent. "Yes, that's a very good idea. I'll let you hit them, and we'll tie them down together."

She blushed, remembering the conversation she had had with Mistress about what the taller girl liked to do in her free time.

With a cough, she said, "Yeah, well, I'm really good with impossible knots, and you have plenty of experience, so it'll be fine. And we should drop heavy stuff on Mammoth, so if he isn't unconscious, he'll have trouble escaping. Maybe we could trap him under a table, and rajouteraussi loads of those computers and chairs over there. It might give the Titans some time to properly tie him down."

"Okay~ I'll start looking for something heavy enough to knock someone out. Do you think there are any skillets in that kitchen area? That would work perfectly." Unable to find anything that could cause a big enough concussion, Mistress left the room to return to the living/entertainment room, carrying some rope with her.

"I'm going to look for a frying pan," she shouted over her shoulder.

Moka stayed in the room filled with rope, chairs, papers and all sorts of things. This was probably some sort of dumping ground for the Titans, where they put everything they didn't want to take care of.

Setting the Malchior book down, she began to look for something useful that would bludgeon someone into unconsciousness.

"And to think, a month ago I was at home, worrying about school."