A sequel to Crazy. Enjoy!

"Shayera?"

She had been dreading the talk.

Since her return to the league, a week ago, she had successfully managed to keep away from him. Now in the brand new watchtower, Shayera walked around. She wanted to get a feel of this new place. Back in space, Shayera felt… at peace. Sure some of the new suits disliked her, but she didn't care. All she wanted was something familiar.

As she stared out one of the many windows, of one of the many hallways, she heard a voice behind her. "Shayera."

It was familiar, sent electric jolts down her spine, and sounded surprised.

"I can't believe you're actually here. I've been trying to talk you ever since you came back." He moved to stand beside her. But not too close. "I...I think it's time we had a talk."

Shayera turned to faced him and ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath.

"Alright. Let me have it. I know what I did. I betrayed you. I betrayed earth. I hurt my friends. I lost…" she stopped and frowned. "I lost my family." She whispered. "And I never said I was sorry."

John took his turn. "I want to talk about the night before they came." Shayera looked at him quizzically.

He continued. "That night was special. I need to know…" he grasped her hands in his. "…was that a lie?"

Shayera tore her hands from his grasp. "How could you even ask me that?" She hissed. "Before I left, I told you I love you. And I never lied about that. That night was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I told myself that I would tell you. I just never got my chance. We were supposed to get chinese that night. We'd eat and watch movie. Then somehow I would've found the strength to tell you everything."

John just watched her carefully. Then he looked out the window. "I guess I didn't know. You left before I had a chance to ask. I said that nothing would change between us. But they have. We aren't together. We've both changed so much." He looked back towards Shayera and frowned. "I also said that nothing would change how I feel about you. That was the truth then and is the truth now. But as I've said before, things have changed. I'm not sure if you know, but I'm with someone. You and I are no more. And I don't think that will change." John started to walk away. "When you left, you broke my heart. I meant it when there would be no judgment. If you had stayed, we could've worked through this together." He turned back towards her before turning into a hallway. "Welcome home Shayera." With a slight nod, John left her.

Shayera stared after him with her mouth wide open. 'How could he say that?'

Insane. She was going insane. That had to be the reason why she kept going over her conversation with John.

He loved her. He had practically said it himself. He also said that she had broken his heart. He also said that he was with someone. 'Damn.' Shayera thought. She had expected it. That woman from the night she killed Grundy. Vixen, they called her. A hero and a model. Shayera wondered what John saw in her.

Why did she come back?

Shayera laid on her bed and closed her eyes. If she slept, would she enter a dream where the Thanagarian invasion never happened? Or would she enter a nightmare where John turned his back to her?

Maybe she'd just sleep peacefully.

It didn't happen often, peaceful sleeps. She had nightmares. Without John, it was hard to deal with at first, but she got used to being alone.

'How long was John alone before he found Mari?'

'Or did Mari find John? How long had they been together?'

Before more questions came, Shayera stopped herself and sat back up. She sat on the edge of her bed and put her elbows to her knees. "This is gonna be hard." She said to no one in particular.

'Why did I come back?'

Shayera thought to herself. She looked around her barren room and found her answer. Across the room, on the wall, was a picture. It was the only decoration in the room. It represented a happier time. She wiped her tearless eyes and stood up. She went to the picture and looked at it. As if it gave her strength, Shayera left her room. She wouldn't hide. She'd do what she came back to do. Redeem herself. By saving the people of earth.

The picture helped Shayera to leave the room with a smile and a mission. A mission to get her man back.

The picture was of her and John. The one she had in the old watchtower. It was from Christmas. When the Thanagarians came, she took it from her room for safekeeping. It kept her going with some hope that everything could be okay again.

Now that same hope was with her.