A/n: Sorry for the unannounced hiatus! I realized too late that I announced the hiatus on my Klarion blog, but not here, how stupid of me! u_u AS AN APOLOGY, I PROMISE TO GIVE YOU FLUFF! LOTS OF CUTE FLUFF! AND ROMANTIC-ISH PROGRESS (kinda)

"The Covenant"

Chapter 19: Just like in the movies

MOUNT JUSTICE

SEPTEMBER 5, 19:12 EDT

"Actually, no. I don't understand." the anger was evident in Hannah's voice "Explain to me again why I can't go to Poseidonis with you guys!"

"Hannah, it is not that I do not wish for you to come…" Kaldur tried to calm her, but the temper the witch had tried her hardest to keep from flaring was slowly showing.

"I want to go to Atlantis! I want to visit the Conservatory! Do you not want me there, Kaldur?" she raised her voice "Have I wronged you somehow that you do not wish to bring me along!?"

It has been a day since Bialya, and already the team was facing new challenges. Well, mostly Kaldur. He had to face the impossible task of calming down a scorned witch.

As Artemis, Wally and Robin headed all home, Kaldur announced to M'gann and Superboy that he wanted them to join him on a trip to his home, to Atlantis. As it happened, he had hoped that Hannah would not react in the way she currently was, but alas, the girl rarely reacted to anything concerning such things in a calm matter. As she threw what could only be considered a temper tantrum, with Kaldur trying to calm her down, M'gann and Superboy stood at the side awkwardly, both unsure if they should intervene or not.

"You understand this all wrong." he started "You know very well that you would not cope well with the extreme pressure at the bottom of the ocean."

"Oh come on! That's a lame excuse! There is a simple spell for that; it makes me immune to the pressure and helps me breathe under water!" Hannah whined "I have used it every single time I visited!"

"The last time you visited was before Doctor Fate put the bracelets on you." Kaldur reasoned "The spell you used is one that requires a constant flow of magic, similar to flying."

"But they don't cut off magic in the same way they used to, I could-"

"Using your magic in Bialya for an entire day activated them, even when you used only defensive and healing spells." the Atlantean spoke in an authoritative voice "We plan to stay for two days. What if your bracelets suddenly activated and cut off all your magic?" he asked "What if we don't get you out of the depths in time, and you drown? Or get crushed under the extreme pressure?"

Hannah's bottom lip quivered, her eyes still burning up with anger. But she remained silent out of pure defiance.

Kaldur sighed, before putting his hands on to the girls shoulders "Hannah, there is no one I'd rather have come to Atlantis with me. But for the time being…"

"Alright." the girl let out, interrupting him before he managed to finish. "Alright, fine. Go have fun." though her voice still sounded quite angered, she did mean what she said. Kaldur smiled as she started pushing and shooing him away "Come on, come on, you're wasting daylight, go! Go, go, go, go, go!"

"I promise to make it up to you!" Kaldur called back as he and the two non-humans made their way to the hangar.

Hannah bit her lips, fighting back the blush she felt creeping up her neck "J-just go already!"

The three decided to go by bioship, to "take the scenic route", as Kaldur called it. And Hannah watched them leave, a sour expression still on her face. She waved at her teammates as they took off in to the air, waiting patiently until the bioship was out of sight before turning around and heading back inside. On her way back, the orb that Superboy had picked up on their last mission rolled up to her, beeping and making noises, as if asking for attention. Grigor ruffed up his feathers when the mechanical ball came to close, but Hannah didn't react as hostile as he did. Instead, she wrinkled her nose at the thing, before awkwardly patting it, unsure if the orb even felt it.

Leaving Superboys "pet" behind, she continued treading back inside, walking in to the main living area. She looked around as the sudden realization of how big and alone this place really was washed over her. Hannah shook her head in an attempt to ward off such thoughts and continued on her way, walking through one of the hallways that led to her room.

Though, the further she went down the hallway, the tighter her jaw clenched. Her fists tightened as she unsuccessfully tried to ward off her rage. But, she was never really good at keeping her temper in check.

As her anger finally boiled over, Hannah let out a cry of rage, turning swiftly around and delivering a punch to the wall next to her, Grigor instantly taking off from her shoulder and cawing at her angrily. The wall dented under her strength, the plaster letting out a creak of defiance as a crater formed under her fist. Hannah felt pain shoot out from her knuckles and all the way to her elbow, but she ignored it. Pulling her hand away from the wall, she leaned her forehead against the wall not-too-gently, before sliding down on to her knees.

Grigor flew down on the floor next to girl, still cawing at her in anger at her recklessness. He hopped around her thighs, before making his way and squeezing in the small space between her knees and the wall. As he did and as he tried to look up at her face, a big teardrop landed flat on his head. The crow shook the water drop off before looking up at her face. Her eyebrows were arched up, jaw clenched tight, lips pursed together so tightly they turned white. Her eyes were wide open and gazing at the floor, as if she were starring through it, droplets of fresh tears collecting in them before falling down.

"He left me…they left me." she muttered, her voice hauntingly blank "Without me. They left without me. Without me." with the last two words, she slammed her open palm in to the wall a few times, her entire body wrenching with the movement. As the girl suddenly decided to twist and lean her back against the wall, Grigor let out a crow of surprise as he barely made it out of the way before she sat on him.

Hannah vigorously rubbed the tears away from her eyes, trying to remove any evidence she let herself cry yet again, and over something so trivial. She knew Kaldur was right.

But she couldn't help but feel so utterly angry.

Jaw clenching, Hannah reacted on impulse, in pure spite. Getting to her feet, and working faster than Grigor could react to, she opened up a portal and went through it. If everyone else was going to have a fun day out, fine, she was going to have a fun day out too! And no one was going to stop her.

GOTHAM CITY

SEPTEMBER 5, 19:20 EDT

"Well at least this is better than white…" Hannah mussed as the portal dropped her off at a familiar location. Though, unlike the first time she had been here, instead of the blinding white that irritated her eyes, she was greeted by a somber black.

Although, it was still void of furniture, save for the sofa (which, she noted, was still white) and the only new addition; a considerably big (and probably expensive) TV placed across the seating.

But Hannah didn't really care about the change in their "incognito hideout"; she had her mind set on other things.

The girl outstretched her arm in front of her, magical energy already swirling around her furiously before it shot straight in to the ring. The energy turned red inside the ring in seconds, before it flashed out of it once more, taking the form of Klarion.

"For someone who said they weren't going to use the ring, you seem to be using it quite a lot." the boy drawled lazily, his arms crossed as he looked over the girl who called for him. He noted her angered features and tense stature instantly, and for a moment he wondered what did he do to cause her rage this time.

Hannah's stern face didn't falter, even as she reached out and took hold of Klarion's arm in a firm hold, forcing him to uncross his arms "Don't push it Witch Boy." she barked "You and I are going to have illegal amounts of fun today, and nothing you say will change my mind!"

Klarion swore that, for a moment, he felt like his brain had stopped working properly.

It took a moment of silence (which in his mind seemed to last for way too long) for him to even think of anything to say as a response to the girls out of character behavior.

"…what?"

And his response wasn't even really that good, to his dismay.

Hannah scoffed slightly at his delayed reaction and pulled on his arm, insisting he follow after her. Which he did, seeing as how he was still confused to do otherwise "Don't act like you didn't hear me! We're going to have a totally radical and fun day out!"

The boy finally had to chuckle as he finally understood her words and realized she was actually serious about this "Oh, they must have made you really angry if you're willing to risk being seen with me~" he cooed, satisfied that he finally recovered from the prior shock he had went through. As his words flowed like honey, Hannah found herself taking a step back; awoken from a daze she was unaware of even being in. "What did they do? Are they still treating you like fresh meat?" Klarion moved his hand so that now he had a firm hold on her "Or did they just forget to invite you to whatever fun activity they are doing?"

"Why is it so hard for you to just shut up for once?!" Hannah growled as she hit the boy with her free hand, her palm making contact with his shoulder in a dull slap. As a very annoyed growl left her lips, the girl let her head rest against his shoulder, probably using more force than intended as her forehead made contact with a thud.

"They left you, didn't they?" Klarion was ecstatic, the Cheshire cat grin evident even in his voice. Hannah scoffed; smug bastard! "Some team they are, how horrid."

"They have normal lives." her voice was muffled as she spoke in to his shoulder "Lives that don't revolve around me. And the only thing I have apart from them…"

The boy noticed her trail of, her words cut short by her unwillingness. He laughed "I am the only thing you can turn to in your free time? Why, I'm flattered!" Klarion's voice boomed "I never thought that you'd consider me your only friend~"

Hannah jerked her hand away from him "Get over yourself! You're not my friend!"

"I beg to differ!" by this point, he was slowly circling around her, the leer still present on his face "Let's look at the facts, shall we? You have developed a habit of constantly seeking me out, even though you're aware of what I am. Not to mention, I think you're quite aware of everything I have done to you." Hannah's back stiffened as he cackled right behind her "You ask for my help, you ask for my company, no matter how many times you try to tell both me and yourself that you hate me, somehow you still can't stop yourself." by now, he has once more made his way in front of her. He stopped, leaning in close enough for their noses to touch "Can you?"

When the young girl in front of him gave no sign of reacting, Klarion moved away, creating space between them once more. "Alas, I have to disappoint you." he shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heel "You can't just call me up out of the blue and expect me to have time for you. I may have important things that need doing!" he gave her a small look over his shoulders "So, if you are going to just stand there and wallow in your own denial, I will have to be on my way and-"

Klarion's dramatic little speech was cut short when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He stopped for a moment, evaluating the situation, before his lips drawled open in to a wicked grin.

"Don't leave." he heard her voice break through the sudden silence as she tried not to shake, desperation clinging to her like fine perfume "I'm sorry. Please don't leave."

The boy didn't respond, but didn't move away either. He decided to revere the current situation just a bit longer.

But him not speaking made Hannah take in a sharp breath, biting down on her lip as she debated internally whether she should continue talking or not. "Having no one except for you when I am away from the team is…less than admirable." she let out "But…it is…the way it is. So please, Klarion…" as she spoke, Klarion couldn't help himself and cast a glance over his shoulder. He took note of how tinny she looked, her shoulders tense, her head facing the floor "…please, don't leave."

Klarion could barely hold in his laughter. This was going way better than he had planned. He turned around to face the girl, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. The girl let him do so; and she even responded by twisting her fingers in to his coat, holding on to it tightly.

"I won't leave." he spoke up, keeping his voice in check "What kind of a friend would I be if I did?"

If you asked Hannah how exactly she found herself in this specific predicament, chances are she would punch you and tell you to shut up.

Having a cozy night in and watching movies would not be considered weird.

But doing the former, while sharing the company of a Lord of Chaos was a completely different story.

"This is a horrible movie." Hannah muttered, her hand reaching for the popcorn that was placed between her and Klarion on the sofa.

"Why did you insist we watch it then?" Klarion replied, his eyes not leaving the TV screen for even a second. The movie was, incredibly horrible, but he couldn't look away. It was like watching a train wreck; you just can't look away.

Hannah shifted in her seat to make herself more comfortable "I thought it was going to be better than this! The hype for it was so big!"

The two witches were huddled on the sofa of their "hideout" in Gotham. The two came to a conclusion that being seen together would not be the most desirable of events for either of them. Therefore, the only solution to their conundrum was spending the night in, watching movies. While the hideout was scarce of much (Klarion was too lazy to add anything in and Hannah didn't want to out of principal; it was his place, in a way), the sofa and TV was pretty much all they needed. Hannah was still trying to figure out just how did the Witch Boy get Netflix in this rundown dump.

"Oh my god, you have got to be joking!" Hannah let out a loud whine, slapping her forehead in annoyance. Klarion, on the other hand, started laughing way too loudly. "Are you seriously trying to tell me no one saw that?! No one in the whole parking lot saw that?!"

"Oh man, that's subtle!" Klarion wiped his eyes in case any stray tears from laughing tried to escape "That guy is the king of subtle!"

Giggles escaped the brunette, Klarion's laughter having an almost infectious sound to it "I can't believe no one saw that! He literally ran half-way across the parking lot and stopped the car with his bare hand!" she let out a breath when her laughter subsided "Maybe we should change the movie?"

The witch boy held out a hand "No, shh, I want to see what happens."

Hannah looked at him; he was entranced by the movie. He seemed to be bewitched by how completely awful it was.

He was cute, actually.

She wrinkled her nose. Cute?! Since when was Klarion cute?! She huffed, sinking in to the sofa a bit more. Where did that thought even come from?! She should not, could not, allow herself to have such horrible thoughts! Imagine! Klarion being cute!

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a bowl entering her line of sight "We're out of popcorn." Klarion announced dully as he held the now empty popcorn bowl in front of her face as he still refused to look away from the movie.

"I'm not making more; we don't even have a kitchen!" Hannah said as she crossed her arms and leaned in to the sofa a bit more. The boy shrugged and just dropped the bowl down on to the floor, choosing to ignore its existence.

"So wait, is this supposed to be like a love movie?" he questioned as he leaned back in to the sofa, now closer to Hannah than he was before seeing as the bowl that was separating them was no longer there. Their shoulders were pressed together.

"It was?" Hannah answered, not so sure of her own words "I don't know. I thought it was just a vampire movie." she shrugged "If this is a romance movie, then it's doing a really lousy job at being romantic."

Klarion laughed at her comment "Where is that bird of yours, by the way?" he asked, shifting a bit in his seat as if he was trying to force Hannah to move as well.

The girl didn't catch on to his intention "I left him home." she said in a flat tone before throwing her arms in to the air and stretching, her back sore. Klarion noted her moving and quickly shifted once more, extending one arm so that when she relaxed and settled in to the sofa again, she would have no choice but to end up with his arm around her shoulder. Hannah, even if she noticed what he had done, didn't react, instead she moved on instinct in order to adjust the best she could to the new position and leaned her head comfortably on his shoulder. "Grigor would have stopped me if he knew what I was doing."

Klarion was satisfied with the new seating arrangement; his hand lazily draped over her shoulders, fingers barely grazing the skin just under her short sleeves, and Hannah leaning against him "Maybe he should have." he muttered, wanting to see what her reaction would be.

"Maybe." Hannah let out, but didn't say anything after.

The two continued watching the not-so-romantic vampire romance movie in silence, content with not saying anything else.

Except for maybe the occasional insightful commentary on the movie.

"This movie is horrible."

"I know."

"Why are we still watching it?"

"…I can't look away."

POSEIDONIS

SEPTEMBER 6, 08:06 UTC-2

"M'gann, Superboy, these are my dearest friends! Tula and Garth!" Kaldur introduced his teammates when he noticed his childhood friends swimming towards them.

"You are both very welcome in Atlantis!" Tula chimed happily, her smile shining bright. Kaldur's eyes glazed over her, moving to her hand which was joined together with Garth.

"Yes, any friend of Kaldur's is a friend of ours!" Garth squeezed Tula's hand in assurance, the girl's smile now directed at him.

Behind Kaldur, M'gann and Superboy nodded in acknowledgment. The Martian, though, saw Kaldur's hesitant stance when the two came closer, chatting away aimlessly with the others from the conservatorium.

"So that's why he brought us…"

Superboy frowned, looking at the girl "What do you mean?" the mental-link was set up only between the two of them; Kaldur could not hear their private conversation.

"Kaldur's in love with Tula. It radiates off him in waves." M'gann explained "But she's with Garth. And Kaldur couldn't bear to face them alone…"

"Well that explains what happened between him and Hannah." Superboy concluded. M'gann turned around, facing him. Her eyebrows arched, showing off her confusion "Why Kaldur was so insistent she didn't come. He's torn. He's unsure of what to do. It would be unfair on both him and Hannah if he brought her here, where his emotions are at unease."

"He's unsure of what his heart tells him to do." M'gann mussed, but her eyes suddenly widened "Wait, you know about Hannah's-"

"Please. It's obvious." he huffed.

The Martian smiled softly "Huh, you're quite observant of the emotions of others, aren't you?"

Superboy smiled, looking at M'gann knowingly.

GOTHAM CITY

SEPTEMBER 6, 11:16 EDT

Light poured in to the room, the lazy mid-day sun casting its still warm, September rays. A small groan filled the silence, the one who let it out annoyed by how annoyingly bright it was.

Hannah let out a yawn, still refusing to open her eyes. The sun was not going to beat her, not today! She was going to enjoy this lovely morning (or afternoon, to be more exact) to the fullest. That included staying in bed as long as she wanted, being lazy to the fullest, and enjoying the cozy feeling of being cuddled.

She stopped mid-yawn. "Oh no." her mind screamed at her as her eyes finally opened and examined her surroundings. Her eyes moved down her body, slowly, agonizingly, before resting on the arm placed securely around her waist. "Oh no, no." her eyes continued their trail, now taking in the leg that was placed over hers securely, making sure that she could neither fall off the sofa, nor move and get up if she wanted.

"Goddamit."

They must have fallen asleep. Somewhere around the end of the second movie of that horrid vampire romance saga, she felt herself dozing off. It was just too dull for her to focus on it. She guessed it was the same for Klarion.

But for the love of everything, she could not remember how they got in to this position.

Klarion held her securely, her back pressed flush against his chest. One of her hands was hanging of the sofa (which held both of them comfortably, if a bit of a tight-squeeze, she noted in amazement), his arm over her stomach in a tight grip, his leg locking her legs in place. His hold on her made sure she wouldn't fall of the sofa. Hannah shivered when she felt his soft breaths wash over her neck and ear, her entire body erupting in goose bumps.

Moving her one free hand (the other one was under Klarion's sieze), she tried to somehow remove Klarion's arm. But it was no use; his grip was too secure, too strong. She let out a groan and relaxed her muscles in defeat, her arm falling over his limply.

"Klarion?" she spoke, her voice still hoarse from sleep "Klarion, are you awake?" The boy behind her shifted slightly, a sleepy moan leaving his lips. Hannah let out a small 'eep' as he pulled her closer to him. "Klarion!" she whisper-yelled, but the boy just let out one more sleepy whine. Hannah shivered; the way he shifted made the path between his warm breaths and her neck clearer. Every breath he took had her abdomen doing flips and loopty-loops. She gasped, the feeling completely foreign to her. "W-wake up!" she started blushing when she realized that he actually made her stutter.

Behind her, the boy let out a yawn, indicating that he was slowly coming to "You're too loud." he muttered, his voice laced with sleep.

"W-well you're too close!" Hannah let out nervously.

Klarion froze on the spot. He took in his position, the realization serving to him as the best medicine for sobering up from his half-asleep state. He remembered the boring movie. He remembered the girl leaning on him, her mind slowly drifting away to dreamland. He remembered thinking to himself that maybe shutting his eyes for a few moments wouldn't hurt. But he didn't remember how the two of them ended up in such an intimate position. In seconds, he shot up in to a sitting position as if he was burned. Hannah detangled her legs away from his and sat up as well, making sure to sit on the opposite side of the couch from him.

The two sat in awkward silence. Klarion staring of in to space and Hannah concentrated on the hands in her lap.

"I…I should probably head home now."

"Yes, probably." Klarion's answer was too fast, even for him. He cursed at himself for letting his discomfort show.

Silence.

Hannah coughed "Well…I guess…I'll see you later?" she shyly turned her head to him, though her eyes didn't go any further from his legs. She couldn't look at his face. Klarion nodded mutely. "Is it okay if I continue using the ring to…you know, well-" Hannah wasn't sure why she was asking him this. Why would she want to keep contact with him?! Why would she ask him if it was okay to keep contact with him?! This was completely unlike her!

"Yeah, sure." he answered in a haste once more. He bit his tongue, hoping it would stop him from answering so quickly if she were to say something else.

The girl didn't make any sign of moving. She was rooted to her seat, debating what she should do.

Klarion was about to get up and leave himself, but before he could even move, he suddenly felt something press to his cheek. He felt his entire abdomen turn completely around, as if he was falling, and it was all because of that little thing that the girl had done. He slowly turned his head, his eyes wide, to stare at Hannah, who by now had already pulled back away from him and got to her feet. Her skin was now flushed red, blood flushed to her neck and face. She still refused to look at him though.

"I'm leaving now, bye!" she announced in haste and clumsily disappeared in a portal, leaving him alone.

Klarion reached a hand up to touch his cheek and took in a sharp breath.

Did she just kiss his cheek?!

A/n: Was that enough fluff? Was that too much? Idk I can't decide, help. I'm moving too fast, aren't I? I'm so sorry, ack! ALSO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I didn't proof-read this, I'll probably fix any mistakes in the next few days orz

REVIEW REPLIES!

sunflower13

Haha, thank you! I really wanted to have a personal cover-thing that would fit the story. It saddens me that most writers on ffn don't use this feature to its fullest!
Also, I was kinda inspired by how Artemis and Wally reacted to the mind-wipe. But Hannah's magical ability and strong mind would manage to keep at least some memories safe, unlike the former duo…which leads to her remembering some of the things that matter most v

FFicWriterXxveryOriginal

It's no problem, you shouldn't apologize for nor reviewing! I consider myself lucky people like it so much and read it at all, haha!
And yeah, I agree. Writing out a romance while keeping a character, especially someone like Klarion, in-character, has to be the hardest thing ever.

Molly Grace 16

There is nothing better than drama ;)

Girloveswaffles5
VeeandreaHart

I always see Klarion as the most possessive brat ever, it's just a part of his personality I find so fun!

Jem Fukuyama

The links should be working now!
Well, Hannah is a confused teenager, her emotions running wild. She has a fixation on Kaldur already, so she is pretty much in denial when it comes to Klarion.

Martha

Wow! Thank you so much, haha! Hannah is fun to draw uwu and yeah, a lot of Klarion stories have him OOC, that's one of the reasons why I started writing myself, in hopes I could maybe, just maybe, do a little better.
AND I AGREE WALLY IS NOT DEAD, I AM TOTALLY NOT IN DENIAL ;A;

Stronger123
Nightmaster000
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Thank you all for your kind words