Amy was grateful her cousins were a bit more considerate than her sister and that her aunt and uncle were so supportive. Eric and Crystal wondered, of course, but let her be for the most part. Their worry wasn't so overbearing like she was used to. She knew Aunt Sarah and Uncle Niel knew what had happened, knew what was going on with her and her avoidance of her sister, but didn't pressure her into talking with her. She thought Crystal might know, or at least have an idea, but she never really gave any indication that would let her know she knew for sure.

Aunt Sarah had suggested therapy, but she was a bit resistant to the idea. At least, she wanted to try to talk with her sister first. She knew how much Vicky had been hurt by her running away but she was just too nervous to make that call, because there was no way in hell she was going to do it in person. Not after figuring out exactly what the issue was. It hurt for her too, to be away from Vicky like this considering her sister was one of the only real life lines she had, but knowing that Vicky's power amped her feelings like that was… It was an issue.

Which was why she hadn't made that call. She'd meant to talk to Vicky the day after Leviathan had struck but here she was a week later and still unable to make herself press the call button. Every single day for a week she sat on the guest bed of her aunts house and stared down at her phone, her sisters number right there on the screen and all she had to do was hit the "Call" button and she was never able to. She was too… She was too many things to even list. All of the feelings just swarmed together and every single time she tried to call her sister she felt like she was going to throw up. At least once she felt close to a panic attack and had to sit and calm down for half an hour before she stopped shaking.

At this point she didn't know why she was torturing herself like this.

Rather, she knew why, to try and reconcile with her sister, but it was starting to not feel like it was worth it. Every time she failed to make that simple call she felt worse but there was a bit of relief that she hadn't had to face the issues with her sister. The problem was the fact she'd keep hurting both herself and her sister if she never made that call, and she knew she could put it off forever. It would hurt, it would hurt like hell, but she could put off making that call for months if it came to it. Which was why she was trying to force herself into doing it before she felt ready.

"Why am I like this?" She groaned, curling into herself.

Why couldn't things be simpler? Why couldn't there just be some… She laughed to herself at the irony of the thought. Why couldn't there just be some cure-all for her problems? She shook her head, there wasn't really anything that could untangle the mess that was her life. Even after she managed to make up with Vicky she still had to deal with Carol as well as her own growing difficulties with the hospital.

She sighed, falling back onto the bed and letting her phone roll from her hand. Rolling onto her side she looked at the bold "2" tattooed right in the center of her forearm. That was another complication. She was marked as an Espada. New powers meant new complications in her already complicated life. But then, maybe they could help. She wasn't sure about therapy but Aunt Sarah had suggested just getting it off her chest at all might help and people who were completely disconnected from her personal life might be perfect for that.

She checked the clock, seeing it was about half past eleven she decided to go through with something tonight and opened up a portal. She stepped through as soon as it opened, afraid she might not go through with it if she waited even a second. Similarly, the opening behind her snapped shut as soon as she was through while a light opened up a short walk ahead of her.

Stepping into Las Noches she was both anxious and relieved to see Taylor sitting in her throne, but shock took over as she saw the short blonde talking with her.

"Missy?" She nearly shouted, getting the girls' attention.

"Amy?" Missy asked, confused.

"You two know each other?" Taylor asked, her cigarette nearly falling from her mouth. "What am I talking about, of course you do. Anyway, what can we help you with tonight?" Taylor asked.

"Hold on, we're not going to just rush past Vista being here like—,"

"It's Gorgon now," Missy cut in. "I don't know if they told you I quit, but I did."

"Why?" She asked before she could really stop herself. She had a bit too much going on to be so curious about other peoples problems.

"Management," She said simply.

"Huh…" Maybe she'd have known that if she'd— No, this wasn't the time for self-destructive thoughts. She was here to hopefully get a little bit of advice. "Um… Sorry to spring this on you but I… Could you give me some advice?" She asked Taylor.

Taylor closed her eyes and nodded more in resignation than agreement. She started to speak, to take back the question, when Taylor held up her hand.

"I'll help if I can, I just think it's a little funny everyone comes to me for emotional help when I'm probably the least equipped for it. Though I guess my general lack of care for things makes me a nice emotional sounding board. What can I help you with?"

"I… I've been trying to call Vicky and—,"

"Hold on, what happened with you and Vicky?" Missy cut in. "When'd you even become an Espada anyway?!"

"I forgot you were sleep when she was with us in the hospital. She got her powers right before you joined. She came to us after Leviathan because apparently something about her sister."

"I… Can I have your word none of this leaves this room?" Amy asked. Her breathing felt shallow the closer she got to telling them. Her stomach twisted into tight writhing knots and her throat tightened, but she hadn't come all the way here just to chicken out. She was determined to get it off her chest here and now.

"I won't tell," Taylor said.

"I don't have anyone to tell," Missy shrugged.

"I'm in love with my sister!" She blurted quickly, eyes closed and fists balled tight. She expected some sort of reaction, a laugh or gasp or even retch, but their silence felt so much worse. But when they finally spoke it was like she'd just told them about the weather instead of one of her biggest secrets.

"I didn't know you were a lesbian," Missy said slowly, like she was both feeling really dumb and coming to a realization.

"Sounds complicated," Taylor drawled.

"You-You don't care?" She asked, slowly relaxing.

"Not really, no," Taylor shrugged.

"I just feel kinda dumb for being jealous about you spending time with Gallant."

"You liked Gallant?" Taylor asked.

"But…" Amy started.

"That's not the whole problem, is it?" Missy asked, ignoring Taylor. "You wouldn't have run away from Vicky if it were."

"Yeah I just…" She had to take a breath and calm down. Feeling her pulse so clearly through her arms probably wasn't a good thing. "How do I explain this? You know she has that aura power, right?"

"The one that is technically a Master power? I thought that didn't work on your fami—Oh…" Taylor trailed off.

"Yeah… When I found out I just… I freaked out. It made me question a lot of things about my life. It made me question my relationship with her. Because I realized even if my feelings were genuine, they were too intense when I was around her."

"I feel like I'm missing something," Missy cut in again.

"Amy is adopted. Whatever is protecting her family isn't protecting Amy, meaning—,"

"Being around her amplifies those feelings to ridiculously unhealthy levels," She finished. "That explains some things."

"Like what?" Amy asked.

"Like the fact Gallant always thought he was coming between you and Vicky. I guess he was right in a way. He was misinterpreting your feelings and thought you were jealous of Vicky dating him instead of him dating Vicky."

"Jesus Christ, this feels like it's just reinforcing my choice not to join the Wards," Taylor sighed. "Anyway, you came here for advice. What do you need help with? Besides being in love with your sister. I can't help with anything remotely romantic."

"I want to talk to Vicky but I flake out every time. I just get really panicked at the idea of talking to her even though I know it hurts her to not have a proper explanation," Amy explained.

"Ah…" she nodded. "That's a tough one. The only real advice is to do it when you feel ready, but I guess you could put it off forever in that case, huh?"

"Yeah…" Amy sighed.

"Then your options are to brute force it and make the first move or risk her doing it. We all know Glory Girl isn't the most patient of people, so one of you is going to make the first move and it's better you do it on your terms. If she makes the first move it'll probably be face to face, at which point you're probably fucked. You just have to make that call and hope your voice doesn't lock up."

"That doesn't sound like a healthy way to go about this," Missy said. "Have you tried a therapist? That's probably the one thing I miss most about being a Ward: free therapy."

"Aunt Sarah suggested it but I know I won't work up the courage to call her for months if I don't do it soon," Amy explained.

"Then call her," Taylor said. "Within the next day, you should just get it over with. It will just eat at you otherwise."

Amy sighed. "I knew that's what the most likely answer would be but… I just.."

"There's not really much more I can tell you, like I said, I'm not the most well equipped for these types of things."

"Obviously," Missy said.

"Fuck off," Taylor rolled her eyes with a light smirk.

"Well, thanks for the help. I guess I feel a bit better knowing this is my only real option if I don't want to have Vicky banging at my door soon." Amy started to leave, a portal opening up as she turned but she stopped mid step, another thought coming to her. Getting that off her chest honestly made her feel better, but there was still another secret she was keeping. The internal debate was quick and just as paranoid as it usually was, but considering their reactions she decided to take a chance. Considering what they could do it wasn't like they could exactly call her a monster for it.

"You o—," Missy started.

"You really don't care about my feelings for my sister?" Amy asked, trying to gauge whether or not she could or should tell them. "You don't think it's… disgusting or…"

"It's none of my fucking business," Taylor shrugged. "I'm really not the person who should be telling others how they should and shouldn't feel since I just don't feel strong emotions most of the time. That said, I don't think you should try to make anything of them. It most likely won't end well."

"I… don't think those kinds of feelings are necessarily uncommon, but I agree it's probably better to let them go since it definitely is going to end poorly," Missy explained. "I don't think you're gross for it or anything," She quickly added.

Their answers were detached, but she wasn't really expecting anything more than that from them. If anything she almost preferred it that way. She'd gotten used to how Vicky showed her support, boisterous as she did most other things. This sort of calm detachment almost felt like a breath of fresh air. But it also told her they wouldn't freak out too much about her real power. They wouldn't call her a monster or start making comparisons.

"Can I tell you another secret?" Amy asked.

"If you're comfortable telling us, I don't see why not," Taylor shrugged.

"I already told you I wouldn't tell anyone anything and I won't," Missy nodded.

"My powers aren't healing," She started, taking a breath to relax a bit more and just get it out, "I'm a biokinetic."

They took a moment to let that sink in and they watched their faces. Missy looked like she was trying to solve a complicated math problem while Taylor wasn't particularly expressive.

"Like, total biological control?" Taylor asked after a moment.

"Yes. I use it to heal people because I want to do good but… Well there are reasons I hide it."

"Understandable ones," Missy said. "I know for a fact Piggot would take issue with that if she ever found out. I can't imagine Brandish would be any better."

"You ever thought about botany?" Taylor asked.

"Botany?" They both asked.

"Like with plants?" Missy continued.

"Yeah. You could probably make some really unique one of a kind flower breeds. Instant bouquet's for people who forgot an anniversary or something."

"Why?" Amy asked. She was surprised her first thought wasn't combat application, but then Taylor had been working on social issues so it probably shouldn't have been that big a surprise. "What would that have to do with anything?"

"I don't know, just to try something else with your powers? I hear gardening is supposed to be relaxing. Plus, you don't have to take weeks or months to crossbreed flowers."

She said it so casually that it almost sounded like a plausible idea. Yeah, just go start messing around with the genetic make up of plants and see what happens.

"I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Whatever, just a suggestion. I won't take up too much of your time, you have a call to make after all, but I might need your help with something soon. A case me and Wraith took on that we're having trouble with and could use your powers to solve."

"I'll… think about it," She said as she left, catching a quick "good night" from Missy as she left.

Walking back to her room at her aunts house, Amy couldn't believe how much better she felt. If just telling someone something made her feel lighter than maybe therapy and actually working through her issues would be the solution. At least to dealing with some of her issues. She doubted there was much a therapist could do about some of the things she felt were wrong with her life.

Sitting on her bed, Amy stared at her phone for a moment. Taylor had suggested within a day, so she technically had until tomorrow night to make the call but… Again, she knew she would put it off if she didn't do it now. Picking up the phone she dialed her sisters number.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. And rang.

She very nearly hung up, anticipation making her heart race as some part of her hoped Vicky just didn't answer the phone. But she did.

"Hello? Amy?!" Vicky nearly shouted into the phone. Amy's throat locked up, her mouth moving to speak but she couldn't force anything out. "Amy? Can you hear me? Do you need help? Tell me where you are and I'll be there as fast as—!"

"Hi, Vicky…" Amy's words were quiet and she'd only managed to choke them out at the threat of seeing her sister face to face.

"Amy! I'm so glad you're okay! I wanted to try to talk to you but Aunt Sarah said you didn't want to see me…" The pain in her voice made Amy flinch.

"I… Needed some time to think," She explained slowly. "I meant to call you sooner but I was having trouble."

"Why would you have trouble calling me?" Vicky asked. "If this is about that night, I don't hold it against you, Ames. You were tired and I pushed and—,"

"No, this isn't about that. Not—Not entirely." Amy sighed, rubbing her head. There really was no easy way to explain this.

"Then wh—,"

"It's about what I told you at the end. My… feelings for you."

"Oh…" Vicky sounded uncomfortable. Not that she shouldn't, Amy herself wasn't really comfortable with this but it needed to be talked about. "If it's about that I'm not upset or anything. I know I'm hot!" She tried to joke but there was clear discomfort under it.

"It's fine, I'm not expecting you to be okay with it, Vicky. I wasn't—I'm still not really okay with it. It's something that was eating at me for a really long time and I never wanted to let you know in the first place. It's wrong for me to feel that way."

"You mean about me, right?" Vicky cut in. "Because there's nothing wrong with your sexuality, Ames. If anything I wish you'd told me sooner so I wouldn't have set you up on so many dates that were destined to fail."

"That… That means a lot to me, Vicky, but there's a bit more to it than that. The part that makes it hard to talk about— The reason I ran from you the other day…" Amy rubbed her head as she tried to force the words out. How was she supposed to tell her sister her powers made her almost impossible to be around? "It's your power," She managed to choke out.

"My power?" Vicky asked. "My… The aura affects you, doesn't it?" She sighed, her voice sounded like it would crack with how strained the words were.

Vicky had always put so much stock in the fact she could know for sure her families thoughts were genuine because her aura didn't work on them. She'd always talk to Amy about how she struggled with the fact it could sometimes be hard to tell when people were being nicer due to her powers or not and she didn't have to worry about that with Amy. To have that taken away, to suddenly question a very large portion of her relationship with her sister, well, Amy knew the pain for the last week so she understood.

"Yeah…" Amy sighed.

"I'm… Amy I'm so sorry!" Vicky cried. She could hear the sobs from the other end of the phone and she probably would have cried if she wasn't so emotionally exhausted.

"Don't blame yourself!" Amy nearly snapped. "It's not your fault, Vicky. Your powers made my feelings more intense than they should have been, but it's not your fault I had them in the first place. It's just… That shock you're feeling right now? That's what I felt when I figured it out. It's why I ran."

"It's a lot to take in," Vicky said, still crying.

"It is. So…" She wasn't really sure what to say here. She hadn't expected to get this far into the conversation, let alone how to end it. She knew she wanted to keep a relationship with her sister even if they couldn't really see each other.

"So…" Vicky said, trying to coax her from her silence.

"So we can't really meet," Amy started, winging it, "but I don't want to lose my relationship with you. My feelings aside I love you like a sister should and you've been my best friend for so long. Really one of the only things that kept me going for so long. I don't want to just drop it all because I can't be around you. I think we should just do this. Call, at least once a week. Just try to keep in contact."

"I'd like that," Vicky finally said. "I hate not having you around. It's so boring. It'll be nice to have my sister back, even if we can't see each other."

"Yup," Amy smiled. "I'm heading to bed now, I'm exhausted, but I'm glad we managed to talk this out."

"So am I," Vicky said. Her voice was still shaky but she sounded like she was smiling. "I'm glad to have you back, Ames. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Vicky."

Amy fell back onto her bed. It didn't go as bad as she thought it would. She'd managed to make it through without making things worse or ruining it. Vicky was understanding and she managed to salvage her relationship with her sister, and that was all that really mattered.

AN: Why does Amy get two chapters? Because the next arc is after a time skip and leaving this for that long wouldn't have been ideal for me. I stressed a bit over this chapter, trying to decide if the conversations felt natural. I wasn't sure about Amy revealing her powers and I nearly left the conversation with Vicky on a cliffhanger. I think the latter came out better than the former.