A/N Wow! Thanks for the reviews! There's five and it's only the first chapter! Thank you so much! :D Did anyone see The Hunger Games movie? I love that series and was pretty happy with the movie. The sets were spectacular :)

I came down with a sickening crunch, I could hear my shoulder pop, but still, I felt no pain.

"Zarainia?" Artemis questioned, extremely confused. Although the couch cut off my line of sight, it wasn't too hard to guess what was going on. Her hair was down and a mess, but there was also a pair of freckled hands gripping the back of the couch. "You're dead!"

"I was dead." I popped my shoulder back in place.

Before I knew it there was an arrow trained on my forehead.

"Who are you?" Artemis' voice broke on the last word.

"Exactly who you thought I was, Zarainia." I stared at the arrow. "Now get that away from me."

"No! She died. She's gone. Now who are you?" A tear found it's way out of her eye.

I looked towards the couch again, where Wally was just staring, shell shocked.

"Tell us who you are." He growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Zarainia Charlston, the magician you know and love."

"She died." Wally said coldly.

"No, I died. I was brought back." I corrected.

He shook his head. "It's not possible, you can't revive a body that's been dead for two months."

"Two months?" I asked, choking on the words.

Artemis shifted uncomfortably, but held her bow. "It's not impossible. Scientifically, maybe, but not magically."

"Magic's not-" Wally started.

She glared at him. "You're really going to argue that after what you saw?"

He looked down.

"It's possible. But tell us what happened." Artemis' arrow was still staring me down.

"Klarion. He brought me back." I looked down. "I'm not sure how. But it's me, not just my reanimated corpse, my ba is here."

"Why hasn't Robin come yet?" Artemis asked Wally. "The cave alerts should have gone off."

"Rob!" Wally called, racing off, and returning with Robin in his arms.

"Still quite the lady I see." I smirked.

"Zarainia?" He asked softly, then shook himself out of it. "She's dead. Who are you?"

"I'm her. Me. I mean I'm Zarainia." I shook my head to clear it.

"Why didn't the alarms sound?" Artemis asked.

He fiddled with his gauntlet. "They're fine, but they didn't detect any signs of human life, or any type of life really. These things can pick up a fly, she should be on here."

"Are you sure they weren't hacked?" Wally questioned.

Robin shook his head. "They can't be, and no one has even tried tampering with them."

"That's because I really am Zarainia!" I cried.

"Than why do you have no heat signature? You're only three point five degrees above room temperature." Robin informed me.

"Why are you asking me? I've only been alive now for five hours at the most!" I exclaimed.

"Can we handle this?" Wally asked.

Robin nodded. "Yeah, we just need M'gann to read her mind."

Wally sped off and returned with M'gann and a somewhat irate Conner.

"Zarainia?" M'gann asked.

"Yes." I answered. "Though they don't believe me. Please prove that I'm me."

"Okay." She closed her eyes and began to read my mind.

I couldn't hear her. I couldn't feel her probing my mind. There was nothing.

"I can't." M'gann said.

"What?" Artemis exclaimed, bow still taut.

M'gann looked pained. "It's like there's no brain to read. There's nothing there. It's like trying to read Red Tornado's brain."

Oh shit, I see where this is going.

"She's a robot?" Wally asked.

"No, there's no electrical pulses coming from her, no sign of anything." Robin said.

Thank goodness!

"Maybe she's a clone." Conner growled.

"Not everyone is a clone." I sighed. "I'm not anything but Zarainia."

"Maybe we're hallucinating." Robin suggested, though they all knew that wasn't true.

Wally ran to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of popcorn.

Idea!

A controlled stream of fire snaked from my hand, then collected at the bottom of the popcorn and turned in a small fireball, instantaneously cooking the popcorn.

Wally dropped the bag. "It's her."

"Told you so." I grinned. "I missed you guys. A lot."

"We still don't know if it's her." Artemis said, holding her tense position while the others relaxed.

"You still don't trust things very easily, do you Artemis?" I looked up at her. "Okay, um, here, maybe I'll convince you. I love to taunt Robin about being a woman. I really like food and used to always sit on the kitchen counter despite there being a couch in near reach. I wear Batman footie pajamas. I know an Egyptian god of the dead, Anubis, and he's like my brother. Conner hates monkeys and Wally, you're afraid to die, or used to be anyway. I once asked Bats to buy me beer to summon a goddess. I also brought my British friend who lives in Brooklyn, Sadie over here to help us travel to Limbo Town through the Duat. I was killed by killing a demon and in the process saved your lives and many worlds. I also have a really nice collection of socks, which I hope you've found by now. My favorites are the buffalo socks with the mustaches."

"It's her." Wally repeated.

"But how can we be sure? Of course she knows a lot but it could all be from spying." Artemis argued.

"Because all spies would tell you about their favorite socks. I mentioned things that I love but probably would be inconsequencial to a spy." I answered.

Robin sighed. "They were very Zarainia-like things to say. I just have one question. Zarainia, do you want your own bike?" He asked.

"No, I like stealing your's too much." I grinned.

"It could very well be her." Robin stated.

"It might not be though, I don't want to risk it." Artemis insisted.

"What would make you believe it's me? Who else do you know who can set fire to a popcorn bag?" I questioned.

"What were the last words you said to us?" Artemis asked.

"I told you to keep hoping, and that I loved you guys." I said, feeling like I was being stabbed in the chest. (Again)

Her bow clattered to the floor and she threw her arms around me, sobbing.

"Oh, Artemis, shhhh, it's okay, you see? I'm fine, not even death can defeat me. You don't cry, c'mon, I'm drowning in your hair." I said, chuckling softly.

"I'm sorry." She released me and looked down at her hands. "I couldn't save you, I'm so, so sorry."

"No one could. It was my choice. I did it so I could save you guys. I knew." I mumbled, looking down at my own clasped hands.

She looked up, her mouth opening then closing.

"You knew?" I heard M'gann's voice behind me.

I turned. "Yeah, I knew what would happen, and I was okay with that."

"Why? How?" Wally asked.

"It meant saving you. I was dying for something worthwhile. You guys matter, so I was okay with it, besides, I would have died eventually. Either I died like a hero then or died like a coward later." I explained.

"We were worth that?" Robin asked softly.

"It was never even in question. You guys are irreplaceable." I answered.

"I would have lived if it had been me." Conner spoke up.

I shook my head. "You're only immune to physical attacks, that was magic, you would have died just like I did."

"Did it hurt?" Wally questioned.

"Yes, dying did, but not death itself. Death is calm and the afterlife is pretty freaking awesome." I shrugged. "But nothing beats life. Oh, and where is Kaldur? Really, I haven't seen him in two months."

"He's been at Atlantis this whole week, but he'll come as soon as he hears you're back." M'gann answered.

"Okay, so do you guys need to test to see if it's really me anymore, or what?" I questioned.

"I don't think so, but Bats will run tests." Robin shrugged.

I shivered. "Ugh, tests." I stood up, stretching.

M'gann's eyes widened at the gash on my stomach.

"Oh, this? It's fine." I answered.

"It's not bleeding." Artemis pointed out, composed once more.

I looked down. "I know."

"Wait. Her wound isn't bleeding and she has no heat signature or sign of life." Wally said. "Are you still dead?"

It hadn't actually occured to me, but it made sense. The gash, the mind reading thing, the missing heat signature, it all added up.

"I might be." I said, quivering. "I just thought..."

"-the magic had brought you back. Completely." Artemis finished.

"Yes." I played with my dress. "What if I am dead? What then?"

Conner stared at me. "Would it matter?"

My eyes widened. "Of course! I can't just be dead! It doesn't work like that, the world isn't like that. I can't be half dead! It will matter, all the little things I took for granted will be gone."

"No everything is black and white." He replied.

"When did you become a philosopher? I'm sorry, but I won't know what to do. I need to be alive." I choked out. "My life won't be taken from me twice."

"Maybe it wasn't. Maybe this is some twisted sort of second chance with a few complications." Wally said. "Conner is right, not everything is black and white and it wouldn't matter."

"A second chance? Why would I need one? I don't need to redeem myself, I died a hero's death, I have no business left here. I was content with death, I accepted it, I died for all of you and that was enough for me." I ranted.

"I didn't say it was a second chance for you." Wally said quietly.

"For who then? You guys? None of my death was your fault. Who would need a second chance in the form of me? I'm reckless and sarcastic to the point of being mean sometimes. I'm bitter and not even close to being able to give someone another chance at even shuffleboard." I sighed. "I seriously feel bad if I'm someone's second chance."

"It's just a guess. This might not mean anything, it might just be some totally whack set of circumstances or some higher power totally screwing us over. I don't know. Just get a new perspective on this. You're dead, so what? You can make a world of difference by just being here." Wally said firmly.

"Thank you." I said.

"No problem." He smiled.

I smirked evilly. "So, you and Arty?"

They both turned different shades of crimson.

"That's great." I smiled. "You both have my dead blessing."

Everyone laughed, and I felt alive, even if I wasn't.

A/N These are getting shorter and shorter, aren't they? I'm sorry :( Please review though, reviews spark ideas which get your chapter's up faster. If you have any questions, just ask, but more things on Zarainia's state will be revealed in due time.

~Questions!~

Spitfire! Do you guys ship it? Would you like to see a lot of it in this story?

Yes, two months. Her body didn't rot because of magic, it took Klarion quite a few times to get it right, but he preserved her magically, which means she never ages, how do you guys feel about that?

Does it seem like Zarainia is getting super cool stuff that makes it seem like I'm giving her too much power for it to be realistic? I assure you all this will suck for her, so you need not worry.

How should Kaldur react?

What kinds of tests do you think Bat's will run?

Was Artemis too OOC?

Any opinions on the second chances theory? Real, not real? If so, for whom do you think the second chance is for?

Would you like Zatanna to come in?

Are you bothered that Zarainia will be forever alone?

Should Seshat come back? Or be mentioned? (Possibly as a character?)

Should I write a Hunger Games story after this? Where people submit OC's and I throw them in the arena? If you guys would be interested please say so!

Thank you for all your loveliness and your reviews, I adore you guys, a million internet hugs! I hope you enjoyed!