A/N: August 7, 2012

Thanks you guys for answering all those questions at the bottom of my last chapter! I appreciated the answers! Also, if you didn't take the last two questions seriously, that's fine. They were just random things I had been thinking of at the time.

TEMPEST

I ran along the sides of the tall desert rocks. How I got in a desert, I didn't know. All I did know was I was in danger. As an Atlantian, I had a higher risk of dehydration than Robin or Whisper. I needed to find them. Last I remembered we were heading to New England. If we'd wanted to, we could've made the trip in a couple days from but we decided to take out time. We have nothing to do a lot, so we just travel places. Last I checked we had been in Missouri. I don't think there are deserts in Missouri. Fortunately, it was night so the sun wasn't up. In this desert, there was obviously sand that was constantly moving with branches or tiny dead trees. Spiky small patches of vegetation dotted the area sparsely, and there were plenty of cliffs and rocks. I had to stay in the shadows of the cliffs though, because when the sun rose it would change the cool temperature to blazing hot.

Then I heard roaring. It didn't sound like the friendly kind but then again when ever is a roar friendly? Usually things don't roar for the fun of it, so whatever is roaring must have an unwilling opponent facing it, but it was coming from the direction of no protection of the cliffs. I sighed and reluctantly left the safety of the cliffs. Maybe whoever I find will have information on where I am.

I got there just in time to see a dark haired, Caucasian teen rip his black shirt off him. I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. This is what was making such a noise? What a nuisance. Near him was a cowering, green skinned girl with red hair and wearing some sort of black uniform with a red 'X' across the chest and a blue cape. Wait, green skin? I looked closer, definitely green. She must be a Martian, but I don't ever recall Martian Manhunter getting a sidekick or any recent alien invasions.

Well, Martian or not, she wasn't the one who provoked the fight. That means I have a right to help her. I jumped at the teenager and rushed at him with my water-bearers in an 'X' shape in front of me. The teen thrust his palms against the water-bearers. I grit my teeth. He had superstrength; I wouldn't be able to beat him an all-out battle of strength. I ducked under his arms and brought up my right leg in my swift motion to the side of the teen's head. I guess it's a good thing Robin drills in to use our legs more often to fight in Whisper's and my head. The teen's head jerked to my left. He snapped it back in my direction and snarled, getting ready to attack again. Before he could, I brought the foot I'd lifted to kick, back to my chest and struck out in the center of his chest, moving my hands away just in time. The teen was pushed back several feet, a cloud of sand flying up when he hit the ground. He snarled and got in a fighting stance. I raised a water-bearer threateningly at him. When his intent to fight didn't change, I opened a jar and used the water in it to form a spear head at the end of the water-bearer. I carried jars of water with me so if I wasn't near water I could still use my water-bearer's to create other weapons.

The teen let out a guttural growl at the water-bearer and then ran off. I bended the water back into its jar, and then turned to the Martian. "Are you hurt?" I asked, holding my hand out to her.

She took it and rose slowly. "I-I'm fine," she stammered. I rose an eyebrow. Her English was slow. This must be the first time she's been on Earth before. There goes my only source of knowledge on where I am.

"My name is Tempest. What is your name?" I asked her. She reminded me of a child. I was never good with children but they seemed to love me. Hopefully, she wouldn't love me.

"Well, I don't know. I was supposed to come to Earth with Uncle J'onn, but I don't know where I am now. Also, we never came up with a superhero name for me-" her speaking her sped up as she continued and was now just blabber in some language I didn't understand. From what I got, she was supposed to be J'onn's-Martian Manhunter's- new sidekick. Last she remembered, they were still on Mars, and she hasn't a superhero name to call herself. It appears she's lost her memory too. Were mine and her memory lapses connected? Why would they be? Robin didn't have any grudge against the Justice League, but he'd agreed that he wouldn't press against our grudges- Whisper's and mine- or try to force us to go to the Justice League.

"That's alright. Just tell me your real name. You already told me your mentor's name." Horror flashed onto her face. Maybe I shouldn't have told her that. "Don't worry. You and your mentor are Martians, right? Martians don't exactly live like humans here on Earth. I'm sure your mentor has another alias and you'll create one for yourself. So, even if I learn your name, I won't really know where to find you because you'll have another identity to hide under."

The Martian looked at me warily and then gave in. Her expression turned bright. "I'm M'gann. Am I really on Earth?" I nodded. Her face beamed. "Really?! I've always wanted to go to Earth! Where are we: Malibu? China? I know: Paris!"

I blinked at her ignorance. Her face fell. "We aren't in any of those places are we?" she said in a small voice. I shook my head, and a sad expression was on her face as she curled in the fetal position.

I knelt down beside her. "I don't know where we are, but we both don't remember how we got here. I think that our memory losses might be connected." Her head perked up, hopeful. "For now," I continued, "I think we should stick together. Can you search the area using your mind?" She nodded. "Good, I want you to do that every now and then. Maybe, if you pick up someone familiar you'll get a flashback." She nodded again, and then we set off; her by flight and me running in her shadow.

It's now afternoon of the next day. M'gann has tried to find people, but hasn't yet. The day was torture for me, the heat overbearing. By the afternoon, I was delirious. It was a good thing, I'd told her that I was an Atlantian and I get dehydrated faster than humans. So, if I started swooning or acting weird, then she should bring me to shade and wait for the sun to start setting. When I'd starting getting delirious, I vaguely remembered M'gann panicking and then carrying me to shade. Then she'd left, but not before telling me she was going to continue searching.

I still haven't told her about Robin and Whisper. I don't know what she'd do if I did. Now that I was cooled down, I could continue searching. Light was dimmer, and the sky was a rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows, and a little white: sunset. I stood up and looked around the corner. M'gann was floating cross-legged with her eyes closed. From experience with Robin, I knew she was meditating.

Suddenly, she gasped and stood up. "I remembered something!" she declared excitedly. She flew over, skimming the ground, and landed in front of me gently, a small cloud of sand rising. "I think we're on a team!" she exclaimed, "I saw us somewhere big with lots of humans. We were all wearing normal human clothes. There was a blond haired Caucasian, tan skinned girl pulling along a tall dirty blond haired boy with freckles." The boy described sounded like Whisper but I didn't know the girl. "Beside me were you, Tempest," I rose an eyebrow at that, "and next to you was a teenage boy with dark hair. He was wearing a black T-shirt with the Superman 'S' on it." Her eyes widened. "That boy from last night! That was him!"

"I'd said, 'C'mon, Superboy, let's go there!' and dragged along the boy with the black T-shirt, Superboy. The blond boy had said, 'No! You'll never take me alive, Arty!' and the blond girl had yelled back, 'It's Artemis, idiot!' You'd sighed and said, 'Whisper, please stop the antics.' That was the end. I think we're on a team with people named Whisper, Artemis, and Superboy."

I decided then to tell her. "I know Whisper. We traveled together for a while." On the inside I was relieved. Whisper was still around, but I was also worried. Where was Robin? M'gann hadn't said described anyone that sounded like him. Did he leave us?

She stood up. "Well, let's go looking for our team." Then she flew off. I sighed and followed under her shadow. I honestly didn't want to find this 'team.' To be frank, it was probably the safest move to kill her, find Robin and Whisper, and flee. But I couldn't kill her. She was the sidekick of one of the original Justice League members. If she went missing, there was a chance of Martian Manhunter searching for her. And if he found her dead body… I'm sure he'd be looking for revenge.

M'gann gasped. 'Superboy!' she yelled. I winced. I forgot Martian's can do a lot of things with their minds, one of them being able to communicate through them. I call the connection mind-link. "Oh, sorry, Tempest," she said to be. Yesturday, during the night, I'd told her about Earth. Apparently, all she knew about it was learned from some show. I paid especial attention to her powers saying that humans like privacy and don't have mind powers like Martians. So talking like that will be a new experience and not always welcome. That includes all residents of Earth like Atlantians. She was still getting used to it.

M'gann's speed grew rapidly towards a small waving stream of smoke. "I felt Superboy!" she yelled back to me, "He's in pain!" As we drew closer, I could hear gunfire but they sounded too powerful to be guns. A familiar roaring was heard too. That must be Superboy's.

Then I heard a sound. I looked up and saw jet-like drones flying. Then they started shooting downwards letting out a series of earsplitting bangs. I could vaguely see their target: two people. 'Don't worry, I'm almost there!' M'gann said and I glared at her, but decided it wasn't the best time to be reprimanding her about humans and mind speaking. The drones flew back and then launched themselves towards their original places above the two people. Before they made it, M'gann flew up to their height and clapped her hands, a serious expression on her face. In response, the drones smashed into each other. Then she flew down to the people.

One of them was a girl matching M'gann's description from her flashback: blond hair and tan Caucasian. She was wearing a full green facemask that left her eyes and mouth open. Her pants were green as was her shirt with a light green arrow pointing upwards. Across her back were bow and arrows. I was on guard. A teammate of mine, was Artemis!? I should've known from the name. She was Sportsmaster's daughter. The other was, to my delight, Whisper. The speedster saw me before I got there and he ran to me. His force caught me and we rolled down the hill, him hugging me for dear life. "I missed you so much, Tempest!" he cried out pathetically. I rolled my eyes at his antics, and gently pried him off. With his back to the girls, his expression changed "Where's Robin?" he whispered.

"I don't know. Have you and Artemis lost your memory too?" He nodded. We both turned back to the girls where M'gann was fruitlessly trying to talk to Artemis.

"Sportsmaster's daughter, right?" he asked quietly, eyeing the archer. I nodded. I rested a hand on M'gann's shoulder. "Perhaps, maybe I should try to talk to them." Whisper had run back to Artemis's side. "My name is Tempest, and this is M'gann. She's supposed to be Martian Manhunter's… partner. Who are you two?"

Artemis crossed her arms. "My name is Artemis."

Whisper raised his hand, "Whisper,"

"You don't remember how you got here, don't you?" I asked and they both nodded, "M'gann and I don't remember either. But M'gann had a flashback of all four of us."

"Did you by chance see a boy with dark hair and shirtless?" M'gann interrupted.

Whisper and Artemis exchanged glances. "Yeah, he scared the living crap out of us, jumping in like that." Artemis's eyes narrowed. "Do you know who he is? Is he some sort of weapon?"

"No!" M'gann shouted. The archer blinked at her outburst. "I mean, he's a part of our team!"

"Team?" Artemis echoed, "Why would I be a part of a 'team?'" She glared at me accusingly.

"I was getting to that." I continued, "In M'gann's flashback she saw us and the boy that 'scared the living crap out of you' together. We believe we are all part of a team. Something must've happened though that caused us to have to lose a part of our memories."

"Tempest?" M'gann said, "Can we finish this later? Superboy needs our help." I looked at her. She was facing the direction of a new stream of smoke.

"Super who now?" Whisper said and followed M'gann and me.

"Wait- why should we follow you guys?" Artemis asked. Then she yelled, "Hey!" and ran after us.

We never found Superboy. We had gone to the area we'd found the smoke but nothing was there. M'gann didn't say that she was disappointed but I knew she was from her expression. Now, it was night. We'd quit searching for Superboy and found a weird, green, rectangular device. We didn't know what to do so we'd just stuck around it.

Finally, M'gann sighed. "I've been thinking," she started, "that maybe if I opened my mind to yours then I could bring back our memories."

"Really?" Artemis jumped up, her eyes wide with hope. Apparently, she didn't like being out of the loop. According from what Whisper had told me as we searched for Superboy, he'd observed and come to the conclusion that even if she was Sportsmaster's daughter, she must've escaped his influence over the time we'd lost our memories. But the time before the amount time that we forgot, must've been when she was still working for the League of Shadows.

M'gann took a deep breath and closed her eyes. There was a blinding flash of light and then we were in a dome shaped room. The ceiling looked like it was made of shards of gleaming, tyrian purple gems outlined in black. The floor was the same color. Though, on the ceiling there was one difference: on each 'shard' were flashes of scenes with a purple tinge to them. Memories perhaps? A figure of white light appeared, and when the light faded, it revealed M'gann. "I have to look through your minds though," her voice sounded resigned, like she knew we wouldn't let her.

"What?" Artemis shrieked. As much as she wanted her memories back, she didn't want her past to be known. I too felt the same reluctance. I have my thoughts and secrets I wish to be kept. I showed this by frowning but quickly erased it. Whisper had a flicker of shock ripple across his face before it melted into a fake face of outrage. I could tell it was fake because his eyes, in the depths, just didn't look angry, never mind outraged.

Whisper may be a possible greater actor than anyone in the world, but I travel with the greatest observer in the world: Robin. That boy watches and sees everything around him.

M'gann held her hands up in surrender. "I don't want to look in your lives!" she protested, "I just want to go back for the time we don't remember. That's all. It would help if we knew the time period forgotten…"

I closed my eyes. Maybe if I focused I could remember. That was when I got a flashback. It was actually a picture. It was just a picture of Batman standing in front of a holographic map. I could tell that there were people next to me, but couldn't see who they were. On the holograph though, there was a date! It said September 3, 2011. Then it was gone. I opened my eyes. Without realizing it, I'd closed them. I was met with startlingly bright green eyes with flecks of a gold-amber color. "I know what the date is," I announced, ignoring Whisper. "It's September 4th." I'd done some quick thinking. It was late at night when I'd first M'gann. Now it was the next night. If my flashback said it was September 3rd, then right now would be September 4th because it was the day after my flashback occurred. It also counted it my flashback was that recent, but deep inside I knew it'd been yesterday when the flashback had occurred.

"What?!" Artemis shrieked again, "September?! What happened to March?"

"That's six months," Whisper calculated.

M'gann nodded. "Then I'll only go back six Earth months." She looked at each of us; Whisper and I gave her a nod. Then we were all staring at Artemis. I wasn't a fan of peer pressure, but it was important to get our memories back. Any other time I could live without six months but I knew important things happened in those six months. Also, if I'd forgotten important meetings…

The archer looked at Whisper. I almost missed this, but I swear Whisper gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Fine," Artemis nearly spat the word out, "but only six months!" M'gann gave her a nod. I saw neon, light blue hands fly over to us from the Martian and then that scene was gone.

I felt like my head was going to explode. Flashes of scenes came and went like lightning, but at the same time they seemed so slow that they showed whole days, even weeks. Blurbs of words and sounds popped up but changed the same pace as sight; the same goes for my other senses. Where we went before July, a sparring Superboy and Black Canary, Whisper running from Artemis, Robin and I helping Superboy train, me helping M'gann make eggs. Then it slowed to one final flashback.

It was the same as my previous one. Batman was standing in what I now knew was the briefing room: a large room filled with greys, blacks, and white. "The Watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyan desert." Oh, so that's where we are. "Evidence proves it is non-terrestrial in origin. We want you to investigate it and find out what happened there. Bialya is a in a rogue state, ruled by Queen Bee, and not a member of the leagues charter." The map vanished and a picture of a darker skinned woman with a gold crown and earrings appeared. "All communicates are subject to intrusion. Maintain radio silence at all times." Then the scene switched.

We were all in the desert. It was night, and Superboy was carrying the green device on his back. We were on Qurac, Bialya's border, and on a cliff. Artemis was overlooking it crouched down low. "There's the site!" she whispered. Then she turned her head. "Well?" she asked.

Whisper nodded, grinning. "This place is loaded with radiation! Great job!" I couldn't tell who he was talking too, but the chances of Robin being with us were low. I couldn't pick through my thoughts to look for him, my mind was focused on this moment.

"I can go check it out in camouflage mode." M'gann offered, walking up to the device.

"Good idea," I heard myself say, "but maintain telepathic contact."

Superboy glanced at her. "Stay safe," he said, and the turned back. It was weird hearing him actually talking normally instead of roaring.

'Yeah, we wouldn't want you to die because then we'd all be dead. I think Superboy would go on a rampage if he found your body.' That voice! It was through the mind-link! I don't recognize it though, who was it?

Superboy growled in response. "We'll make sure to keep your boyfriend restrained." I'd said with humor. The two turned away, blushing pink with embarrassment.

"And then we'll beat their butts." Whisper added. "Supes will be like the Hulk. I think we'll enjoy it, right Robin?"

Everything flashed white, but that didn't matter. All four of us shouted simultaneously: "Robin!"

ROBIN

Once again I mentally cursed the sand. This is why I didn't go to deserts or beaches if I could avoid it. As of now I've been in this desert for a day. Or so that I remember. I'd found myself here after waking up from unconsciousness. It was quite unnerving to wake up in a place you don't remember how you got there. Like for example, when you have a life-like dream that makes you wonder where you are when you wake up. Kind of like that just amplified and lasts longer. If you'd ever had a life-like dream. I have. It involved me killing some girl by accident and then going insane from the guilt. It didn't help that I was being drowned in blood and screamed at that I'd killed her. In truth the dream shouldn't have affected me. I've been the cause of massacres before.

I once asked Whisper if he's ever had life-like dreams before. All I got was a concerned stare and, "No… Why?" in a slightly creeped out voice.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked him if he's had dreams where he's killed someone and gone insane from it.

So, because of my amnesia, I spent- no wasted- an entire day searching for something I didn't even know what for. Actually, I didn't waste the entire day. I did find a mysterious black piece of cloth with the Superman 'S' on it, and several times I spotted tanks and other signs military presence like boot footprints, fallen bullets, ect. I first saw a unit one at noon (According to the position of my shadow and my internal clock. Though, I don't trust my internal clock as much as my shadow to tell time. Once I woke up at five a.m. because I thought it was night already and I'd gone to bed at midnight. Stupid clock…). At first I'd dismissed it thinking that it was just the country's military training. Then I'd saw another when the sky was a burnt red. I decided, this time, to… investigate (Ehem-spy-ehem…) on them.

They were speaking Arabic. I merely accepted this fact with a raised eyebrow. Great. I was hoping we'd be in South America or Mexico but no. We're across the planet. That explains so much on how I got from America to Europe-Asia. Somewhere in there. It'd make more sense if I'd had Whisper with me, but my… fast friend isn't with me so he couldn't have brought me here. Also, I haven't found Tempest either. But then again if I'd found Tempest and Whisper then the chances of Whisper bringing both of us here are impossible. No matter how much strength the kid has, it's too much for him to carry both Tempest and me across the world or take us one at a time. The same reasons stand for Tempest swimming us across the Atlantic.

Anyway, Arabic. Yay. I didn't know much Arabic unfortunately; it was on my list of languages to learn. But what I did know allowed me to understand fragments of the orders and commands. I heard 'Her Majesty,' 'Watch- Justice League,' and 'head back to camp.' I pieced together the clues: there was a 'queen' that's the leader of this rogue military, and there is some team of the Justice League's here. Not much but definitely better than nothing. What really caught my attention though, was the 'head back to camp' part. I gave an involuntary smirk, and followed them to their base.

Tanks are so slow, I complained in my head, I mean, it takes them way too long just to move. I was right. It'd taken the tanks all the way through nightfall to get back to their base. I thought I was going to die of boredom. I seriously felt the urge to jump on top of one of the tanks and pull a Whisper screaming, "Hello, Arabians!"

But I withheld the urge. Now that I think about it, I should've done that but I couldn't even if I wanted to. There was always my laugh though… Maybe I could scare the crap out of them.

When we finally reached to base, I was ready to roll down the hill we were going down. I was that bored. The HQ looked weird. The tent looked like a tan, translucent half-balloon with yellow light shining through it. Covering the tent was a grated roof held above the tent with skinny, metal poles. I was unimpressed. I mean, that tent was probably flammable. One hand grenade and BOOM. Bye-bye base. I laughed, my cackle echoing softly in the air. Several soldiers lifted their heads nervously at the sound, and I clamped my hand over my mouth as more laughs came out. I was imagining their faces as the base exploded and watching the base explode in slow mo.

I snapped out of my fantasy when something caught my eye. I couldn't tell what it was. It was blurred. At first I thought I couldn't see it clearly because it was dark out, but then it hit me. It was a distortion in the air. There was something there. I followed it visually as it flew quickly and darted into the tent entrance. I sighed. Looks like there will be no bombing tonight.

The distortion opened the tent flap and I slithered in before it closed. Then I ran behind some crates. The inside was different than what you'd expect. There were machines with people in white lab coats observing them and soldiers with guns. In the center was a giant, grey sphere with a cage in an 'X' shape trapping it. The main focus of the scientists was a teenage, shirtless boy. He was strapped to a diagonally slanted board. Electric shocks burst out, shocking the boy as he let out animalistic screams. It made my ears ring. On normal circumstances I would've helped him, but there was something different about him. He was a normal boy.

I watched as the distortion knocked out several scientists and turn off the shocks. "Well, someone's certainly a glutton for punishment." A voice said. The owner of it was a tall man wearing a lab coat with a hood but it was brown instead of white. His skin was a pale white-grey and he had a grey, collared jacket underneath the lab coat. His pants were a simple brown.

I didn't like him.

"Simon says, 'Forget,'" The last word came out colder than the previous and he removed his hood. Underneath, his skull was translucent revealing his brain. A malicious smile grew on his face.

A splitting headache flashed out of nowhere. I hissed and closed my eyes, my hands going instinctively to my head.

I was following the distortion in the air. 'Robin,' a girl's voice said, 'Are you alright?' I nodded. 'We're in,' she said.

'Good, be careful; camouflage is not invisible.' A voice replied. It sounded like Tempest's. We entered the tent. A group of scientists were gathered around a trapped, giant sphere. Electricity arched around it as the sphere ran in an attempt to escape when it couldn't.

'They're testing something,' the girl said, 'But its alive! In pain!' Her voice was growing steadily more panicked. I watched nervously as the distortion- she?- flew closer to the sphere with her arm stretched out. 'Hello?' she said, 'Can you hear me?'

'I can,' a voice said, 'You know the mind is a dangerous thing.'

'Someone's hacked our link!' she said, shocked. I resisted the urge to say 'No duh! Get him out!' I found the source.

'Simon can't see you, Simon can't catch you, but Simon can make you all forget!' The last word came out as a yell. He removed his hood. Before I could attack him, a white light blinded me, and a searing pain erupted in my head.

I released my head. Then I stared at the man. His name appeared in my mind. Psimon. I remembered it was spelled with a 'P' in the beginning like psychic. So that's why he says 'Simon says.' He means 'Psimon says,' with a 'P.' I looked back at the distortion and Psimon. They were both frozen, and Psimon's eyes were dilating. They must be locked in a mental battle; according the my flashback they both have mind abilities. I was 100% (At least I think.) human. I'd trained my brain to guard against mental attacks, not fight them. I was staying out of this.

Then things started to float upwards. I looked at a bottle with an uninterested look. I've seen many things; floating objects won't affect me.

I ran over to the boy when I saw his eyelids flickering. He saw me and instantly started to growl. I pressed my index finger to his mouth, silencing him. He was about to probably bite my finger off when something caught his eye. When I looked in his direction, I saw he was looking at the distortion. I rose an eyebrow at him. Who- or what- exactly was this kid? He could see the distortion's true face perfectly?

He started to growl again, and the heart monitor's speed grew more insistent. The sphere's speed grew as well, and it broke free. The scientists were letting out shocked gasps. They screamed as the sphere rolled over to the computer at the foot of the board and smashed into it, freeing him and narrowly killing me. Not that it would have succeeded.

The boy leapt and roared at the same time towards Psimon, letting out a punch. A red outlined, black barrier appeared to block his punch, sending him rebounding. He skidded backwards, crouched low. Then he was near the distortion. I wanted to yell out, "Don't touch it!" but it was too late. He froze; caught in the mental battle as well. A moment later his head moved and the distortion cleared. I cocked my head. A Martian? Must have been in camouflage or something like my flashback said. The Martian was wearing a dark outfit with an red 'X' on it. On her neck was a blue cape with a hood. She was oddly familiar.

The boy's stance was different after he came out of the mental battle. It was more… thought out? Less primal? I didn't know. Several soldiers entered the tent and immediately the sphere crashed into them. It let out several beeps and the boy looked at it with slight confusion. "Um, thanks," he said. More appeared and one started shooting at the sphere. The sphere started rolling around and crashing into soldiers while the boy let out yells as he punched and fought to put them down. I leaned back against the board the boy had been trapped on and mentally wondered if when this was over I could find the nearest city and do some site-seeing. I was craving foreign food.

I green tornado suddenly blew up from where the Martian and Psimon where, surrounding them. It made scientists and soldiers alike- even the sphere- fly towards it. The boy jumped into it, assumingly to help the Martian. I sighed. Now I had to do work and take care of the soldiers now that the boy and the sphere were out of commission. The wind was making repetitive whistling noises. I heard a faint yell from within the tornado: "M'gann!" Was that the Martian's name?

Suddenly the tornado expanded. My mouth mimed a yelp and I barely had enough time to get out of the tent before the tornado blew it away. Not as good as a bomb but it'll do. There was a flash of light and several loud thuds as the remaining machines dropped into the sand. Psimon was tossed away with a shocked expression on his face. The boy was crouched to the ground with M'gann in his lap. The sphere rolled over to me and made several beeping noises. I shrugged and waved. Hi.

Their faces drew closer and the sphere rolled towards them. I wanted to laugh. Nice job! You interrupted their moment! I walked over to them just as I heard the boy say, "Can I keep it?"

M'gann then noticed me. "Oh, Robin!" she cried out happily. I stopped short realizing two things. 1) I had a feeling she was going to be the hyper type. 2) She knew my name!

She ran over to me and enveloped me in a hug. I stiffened; I wasn't used to physical contact. She released me (Much to my relief.) and then pestered me with questions while the boy got up and walked over to us. "How are you? Where were you? Are you okay? Oh, hello, M'gann! He can't speak!" Okay, how did she know that I couldn't speak?! I was getting a little freaked out. A little overwhelmed by her. Or maybe just whelmed. Where did that come from? I'll have to remember that word for later on use. "Let me set up the mind-link." M'gann continued. 'How is this, Robin?' I winced. Voices in my head was something I hadn't experienced yet in my life.

"M'gann," the boy said, "I think you're overwhelming him." He must have noticed my dazed look as I lost her.

"Really?" she said, "I'm so sorry!" she apologized, "Let me start over. My name's M'gann and this is Superboy." She gestured to the boy. I rose and eyebrow and held out the black cloth with the 'S' on it.

"This is mine," he said, taking it.

"We're part of a team!" M'gann continued. Wait a moment. I, me Robin, willing formed a team with a hyper Martian and some 'Superboy' who were lovestruck? Wow, that's one of the biggest messes I've ever made with for myself. She continued taIking and flew to where she said was where the Bio-Ship was. I sighed mentally, and followed her with Superboy and the sphere right behind.

She was a Martian right? I wonder how long it'll take her to realize that she could probably restore my memories.

A/N: Have you ever visited someone's homepage as a FF author and realized that they began after you did and was more successful in their stories? And then you feel a sense of jealousy/guilt because of that?

No?

I do. -.-'

Anyway, when everyone but Robin got their memories back I wrote a flashback with M'gann saying that she was going to check out the tent. Then I did a flashback for Robin making him also go in the tent with M'gann. I deliberately did that, don't worry. Just pretend that Robin joined her.

Please review even though I don't deserve it because of my late updating!

-wolfeclipse25