Chapter Three-
Jaime awoke the next morning with a HUGE headache. He groaned and sat up while holding his head.
"Ugh, why does it feel like I got ran over by a truck?" the Hispanic asked and looked up to see many worried faces of his teammates, "What?"
"Black Beetle came last night, he grabbed you and was about to take you but for some reason released you when Impulse slammed into him and yelled at him to do so" Miss Martian explained.
Jaime frowned and sat up; the headache forgotten.
"Black let me go?"
Impulse nodded and bit his bottom lip, "we don't know why, Nightwing scanned you when I brought you in, but nothing was amiss. Do you feel any different?"
{No virus detected. All systems online. No corruption. Scans indicate no miss doings}
"I feel fine" Jaime replied and stood up, "maybe his Scarab malfunctioned"
"Seems like the most logical suggestion" Conner said, agreeing.
…
The Team walked into the basement of the Kent's house and Green sat on a box while M'gaan hesitated to search his mind.
Nightwing and La'gaan encouraged her and she soon gave in.
Jaime waited with a baited breath and released it in surprise when she said that Green Beetle was telling the truth.
'Bon-Bon?' Jaime thought to himself, his vision trained on his brothers while everyone else left, 'Bon's alive?'
"Jaime Reyes" B'arzz started, "will it be alright if you show me around?"
Jaime nodded, eager to spend time with one of his brothers.
The two were walking around when Jaime looked at him, "B'arzz?"
"Yes?"
The two were now facing each other.
"What do you remember of Planet Cklarh?"
The disguised Martian blinked twice, "not much, but I am sure my memories of the planet will come back soon. Why?"
Jaime shifted uneasily, his gaze resting on the ground.
"I just want to know if my sibs are still alive and the same as they were. I hope they didn't get terminated and only husks are left" Jaime whispered, his voice barely audible.
"I am sure they are fine. After all, if you escaped Cklarh so can they" the Green Martian assured.
Jaime looked at him in uncertainty.
The boy turned and placed his hand on one of Khaji's legs before resuming on leading the larger Beetle around.