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Chapter 16: Mine Is Yours

Yeah, she had a journal. So what? She was a person after all, and that journal was the only place she could spill herself, not caring about what the world thinks. Her journal was her only real friend, the only friend that knew her. She shot Beast Boy a stern look and moved her eye brows down.

"So what if I do have a journal?" She asked him, picking up Scorpio's own journal and inspecting it.

"Nothing..." Beast Boy said, thinking about all of the places Raven might hide something that precious. "It's just...well...I never really thought you would have something...like...you know...like that..."

He had said it to her face. See. See? He had broken the surface she thought she had been imagining. She pierced her lips together, and closed her eyes tight, turning the other way.

"Are you OK?"

"You're right," she told him, swallowing. "I'm not that kind of person." And she kept looking.

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Scorpio's wrist burned and hurt like hell. That bastard. She had known it. Slade really was a madman, and the biggest traitor she knew. He would trade in Jet for Aries Soldiers. And Scorpio, cold and alone with blisters the size of golf balls on her wrist, imagined worse of what the Libran Lord would do to them. Burn them, hang them, cut them to pieces and send them to their last living relitives. She shuddered.

Jet appeared in the door way, the first person to see her since Torin left. He had a bowl of water with them and a cloth, and an angry expression on his face. He came up to her and busted the chain that held her burned wrist. She pulled it away from him.

"Don't touch it," she hissed. "I want to leave, to go back to Titans Tower. To be with my friends." She paused and looked at him, still angry. "Slade is going to turn you in too...to the Libran Lord. Don't you care?"

He had put the water on the table and the cloth, sitting next to them. He sighed and moved his hand through his hair. "I know that," he said to her, getting up. "But there isn't much I can do." He took her wrist, and she let him have it. He dampened the cloth and tied it tightly around her wrist. She bit her lower lip enough for it to bleed and looked at him. Vague. Lost. Obvious.

"When you were under my curse," he told her, glazing his eyes with memory. "I wanted to take you back to Tavis, right there. I'd been waiting for it so long, Rella." He said, smiling as he tied the cloth. "I don't want anyone but you, you know that? And when Slade actually came to our dimension looking for people who didn't know you, I volunteered. I wanted to see you again."

"What about Nem?" She said, almost whispering. "What happened to Nem? Is she OK?" He let go of her wrist and she examined it.

"Nem is still Nem," he said; remembering the happy-go-lucky girl who did not belong. "She's as beautiful and energetic as she has ever been. She turned 12 last...June...was it? Yes, June." He smiled and sat back down on the table. "She misses you a lot."

"I miss her," Scorpio said in her whisper. She wasn't going to get anywhere. Jet still loved her, in his own twisted fate, and Nem was alone in a convent filled with Scorpion Nuns and Gemini monks. She didn't belong there. She needed to get out of Saphiria, to come to Earth. To leave. And Jet would not help Scorpio do that. He was sending her back. Back to those damned convents and their classes. She had loved it once, and now she never wanted to go back. They had taken her mother. They had killed her father. Her anger rised...

"Rella, is something wrong?"

The water next to Jet vibrated, moving the bowl with it. It burst out of the bowl like a gyser and freezing cold water rained down on Jet.

"I want to get out of here!" She screamed. "I want to leave!"

"Rella--Don't!"

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They had found nothing. Nothing that would help them. Nothing that would serve them. Nothing. And now all they had infront of them was Scorpio's journal. Untouched. Glowing in a beam that Raven's journal glowed in, feelings and emotions and misted minds. Raven held it with a steady hand.

"It's our last resource," Beast Boy said matter-of-factly. "Just open it, Raven. What do we need? A key? A locket?"

"Neither," said Raven in a heavy sigh. "Nothing...of matter really. She picked up another book and pointed to a picture of millions of people that looked like Scorpio, all moving. Beast Boy gasped and Raven slapped him on his shoulder.

"Shut up," she hissed. She pointed to a younger one of the many, and the picture cleared out to show only her, shoulders smoothed and body delicate, wearing a silk red robe. She looked a lot like Scorpio, but words under the picture showed "Rella, daughter of Noir"

"Whose Rella?" Beast Boy asked quietly, getting over the shock.

"Shut up!" Raven whispered a little louder.

Beast Boy yawned. It was still dark outside, but he watched the girl. She was crying, crying and crying, creating a river of tears below her. She looked up at Raven and Beast Boy, with anger mostly, and cried some more.

"What's wrong with her?" Beast Boy asked, confused as usual.

Raven actually answered. "That's Scorpio," she said sadly. "She's sad...she's afraid of the convent."

"Who were all of those people behind her?"

"The Scorpions before her that felt the same way."

They had mostly been female, as Beast Boy had noticed. "They are lost in time," Raven said. "Searching for their meanings." Raven closed the book and looking at Beast Boy. "Transform into a Scorpion," she told him randomly.

"What?"
"Just do it."

He obeyed, landing on the table, small and deadly.

Raven moved back a little bit and threw the book next to Beast Boy. "Put your stinger in the lock," she told him.

Of course. It had been so obvious. Open and obvious and easy to figure out. Of course, of course. It had been so easy...

He did as he was told, and when he heard a faint clicking sound he transformed into a human almost instantly and held the journal in his hands. Raven snatched it away from him.

"No," she said, as if talking to a child. "If anyone is going to read it, I am. And I don't think Scorpio would trust you reading something this personal..." She looked at the book, open. It smelled a lot like bazil and wine.

"What! But that isn't fair!" Beast Boy complained, trying to get it back. "How would you know if she'd trust me or not?"

"Why do you even want to read it, Beast Boy?"

He flushed in the darkest red next to blood, feeling heat rise to his face. Why did he want to read it? He didn't know...he didn't know...