Heyo, readers! Yeah, I know, it's been a while since I've updated- but I'm currently working on another story. So, look forward to that! Or not…you can do whatever- I'm not your parent.

Also, there's a little Spanish in this chappie! I will translate the words if they're important- but otherwise, you don't need to worry about dialogue you don't understand.

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"Yo, Cyan! You've got some people here to see you!" Cyborg calls to me.

I slip on my mask and take a quick look in the mirror to make sure there's no trace of the tears I shed minutes ago. Walking down the hallway, I try to hear what the unfamiliar voices are saying in the next room. I can just barely make out a few words.

"…Will be a big help!"

"Sí, él tiene razón!"

I hesitate before turning the corner into the Main Ops room. Taking a deep breath, I try to look as calm as possible, but I've got so much on my mind that I probably still appear a little tense.

"Morning, Cyan." Robin greets me as I walk in. He's sitting on the couch with a red-haired and blue-eyed boy who smiles confidently at me.

"Hey there," The boy says.

"Hi!" I say cheerfully. His smile is contagious.

"Cyan Rush, meet Kid Flash. Kid Flash, meet Cyan Rush." Robin introduces us.

"I heard from Bird Boy that you're a speedster?" Kid Flash asks me.

I raise an eyebrow, what's a speedster?

"What?" I question.

"Y'know, a hero with speed powers! Like me and Mas y Menos." He explains.

As if on cue, two short boys burst into the room. They look like twins, and they're both wearing the same white unitard.

"Hola! Nos llamamos Mas y Menos!"

"Your names are Mas y Menos?" I translate.

"Sí! Usted sabe hablar español?" They ask me.

"Yeah, I learned Spanish a while back. Puede que hable Inglés?" I ask them.

"No, no se puede hablar Inglés. Pero, podemos entenderlo." They answer.

"Hello? English, please!" Kid Flash says.

I turn back to Kid Flash and Robin and give an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I got caught up in the moment. I asked them if they knew how to speak English, but they can only understand it." I say.

"Oh. Yeah, it can be hard to understand them- but I usually just tune them out." Kid Flash smiles.

"Oye!" Mas exclaims.

"Anyway, KF and Mas y Menos are here to help you with your power-well, speed power." Robin says.

I blink. I don't want help with my speed power. I want it gone.

Robin leads us outside, where we come to a large field. He sits down at a bench while the rest of us approach the dirt track.

"Alright, first things first- what can you already do? Run ten laps." Kid Flash tells me.

I feel a little nervous. The track is long, and I don't know if I'll be able to power-run for a whole ten laps. I stretch and go to the starting line.

"Ready…set…" Kid Flash gets a stopwatch ready.

"Comienzo!" Mas y Menos shout.

I bolt down the track, going faster and faster until I reach my limit of 500 miles per hour. I do fine for the first five laps, but then I notice myself going slower, until I can't run anymore. I'm completely spent, and I plop down on the grass sluggishly.

"Um…that was only seven laps." Kid Flash looks down at me worriedly.

"S-sorry…" I gasp.

"Don't worry- that's what we're here for, to help you train!"

Mas y Menos help me up, and Kid Flash hands me a protein bar.

"What's this for?" I ask him.

"Maybe the problem is that you have sped-up metabolism- like me, so you get tired easily. That's why I always keep a snack in my gloves." He shows me a secret compartment full of protein bars.

"I don't know if that's what's making me slow." I tell him.

"Well, eat it anyway- you look like you need a lot more meat on your bones."

I ignore the comment and unwrap the food. It tastes bland and dry, but it's better than nothing.

"Posiblemente hay un problema con su ropa?" Mas suggests.

"A problem with my clothes?" I look down at my blue and white striped jumpsuit. It's a little baggy- but it's always fit me fine.

"Yeah, maybe you could wear a unitard- all the speedsters do!" Kid Flash says.

"I never thought of that, it would help me be more aerodynamic." I say agreeably. In truth, I don't agree at all. I like my outfit- it helps me forget that I'm different.

"Hey, Rob! Do you guys know a tailor?" KF calls to Robin.

"Why?" Robin asks.

"Cyan should wear real superhero gear- it might help her speed. Also, right now she looks like a dang civilian! Well, minus the mask." Kid answers.

I want to look like a civilian.

I try to keep my expression neutral as Robin thinks about it.

"Okay, I'll ask someone. But aren't you two supposed to be helping her train, not playing dress-up?" Robin asks, one eyebrow raised behind the mask.

"Okay, Cyan! Two more laps!" Kid Flash tells me.

"Again?" I moan as I walk back to the track.

"Más rápido!" Mas y Menos shout at me.

"I know! I'm going!"

This is going to be a long day.

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I stand up and look at my reflection in the window. My sleek new unitard makes me look like a real superheroine. It matches perfectly with my blue gloves, white boots, and blue-and-white mask. While it helps that this outfit's the same color as my old jumpsuit, the new style is foreign to me.

"Well, after seven whole weeks of non-stop practice, I think you're ready to race Mas y Menos!" Kid Flash tells me.

"Why not race you?" I ask him.

"Please, I'm almost as fast as the Flash himself! You couldn't stand a chance!"

"I bet I could beat you."

"No way, sister!"

"Let's race then, and see." I challenge.

Kid Flash steps forward and shakes my hand.

"Challenge accepted, Blue." He says.

"It's Cyan."

"You'll be feeling blue when you lose this race!"

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"On the marks!" Starfire says.

"Begin the setting…"

"And commence the racing!"

I rocket away from the starting line and smile down at my shiny boots. Suddenly, I turn to look to my left as Kid Flask sprints past me.

"Sorry, Blue, looks like I'll be winning this one!" He shouts.

I growl in frustration as I try to go faster. All the training has paid off, and I can run at 500 without getting winded so quickly- but it's just not enough to catch up to him. He runs across the finish line seconds before I follow behind him.

"Good try, Cyan!" Cyborg tells me as him and the rest of the team approach the track.

"Thanks, but I guess I really wasn't ready to race you." I tell KF.

"Nah, don't worry about it- you've really improved! I mean- you'll never be as good as me-"

"You can stop there." I joke.

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After waving a cheerful goodbye to the three speedsters, I start to make my way back to my room. The smile that I've had plastered on my face the entire day finally slips. I just need to be alone with my thoughts. When I get to my room, Raven's standing in the doorway.

"Cyan, can I talk to you?"

I roll my eyes behind the mask. She frowns, and I realize that she can see through it.

"Sorry, can I just be alone. Please?" I ask impatiently.

"I'll make it quick." She says.

"Fine. What is it?"

She puts down her hood and looks at me.

"You- I mean- I think you need to come to terms with your powers."

"What?"

"I'm sensing you don't want them."

"W-what makes you think that?" I ask angrily.

"You seem saddened by them." Raven says.

"I…no- I just…"

"Cyan, you can tell me."

"Raven-it's none of your business!" I push past her and shut the door. I put my ear to the door and listen for footsteps, but she doesn't seem to be leaving.

"Cyan," She says through the door. "Please just tell me so I can understand."

I keep quiet. I stay quiet for a long while. Finally, I take a deep breath and start.

"Raven, I just feel like such a freak with my powers- I feel…almost disabled with them."

She doesn't answer, so I keep talking,

"It's just- the operation was supposed to help me be normal, but instead, I'm this. I've always wanted to help people, but not in this way! I never wanted to fight crime and be a superhero; I've only ever wanted to help people as an equal! I don't want this responsibility, yet at the same time, I can help people now, and I couldn't before. But, it isn't the same." I crouch down on the floor and choke back the tears. I can't believe I just told Raven that.

"…Rush, can I be honest?" Raven asks through the door.

"…Okay."

"I think you need to suck it up and realize that this change is a good thing."

I feel anger boil up inside me. How could she say that?

I thrust open the door and glare at her.

"Raven, getting that operation was the worst thing that's ever happened to me! How could you say that?" I ask her through bitter tears.

"Would you rather have stayed in a wheelchair your whole life, never being of any help to anyone- or would you rather be who you are now?" Raven asks me.

"…I-I don't know." Tears spill out my eyes, and I don't even bother holding them back. I feel so stupid- how can I not know the answer?

"R-Raven, I don't know! I don't know what to think! This was supposed to be simple- running away from my old life and never looking back!"

"You have to face this."

"I know- I know! But I don't want to! I just want this to be over! Why can't I just be happy? That's all I ever wanted! What did I ever do to deserve this?" I wail.

Raven pulls me into a hug and waits until I stop crying. I can feel my mask slipping off my eyes. It falls and I grab for it madly.

"Cyan."

I try to hide my face from Raven.

"Cyan- look at me!"

"No! Give me my mask! I need it!"

My hands search the floor, but I can't feel the mask anywhere. I feel Raven's hand on my shoulder, and I turn my head towards hers.

"Cyan, you're blind."

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Ohh! Cliffie! I'm thinking of making only two or three more chapters, and then I'll start working on the sequel!