HELLUR GUYZ, I AM BACK! DID YA MISS ME?! ANY MORE COOKIES FOR LE AUTHOR?! ;D

What, you didn't? AND NO COOKIES?! D;

WHY?! ;-;

Okay… this writer's a bit sleep deprived… onto le mailbag! :3

AzraelLuciferThanatosHades- Will do, thanks for your review! :D

Guest- Thanks and as for RA… that is yet to be decided…

chibi-tastic- You should still do it! :D Imagine my surprise when I realized the Leverage/YJ archive was empty… ;-; Heh, I'm such a geek… :3 But, if you watch Leverage I'm sure you know how the team will begin… ;3

tigrun- Aww, thanks! :)

Jazbez- COOKIES! *noms on cookies* Thanks for the review, and the cookies! xD

Dextra2- Thanks :)

Wolf skater- Cookie? :o Sleep does suck, and I write a lot better without it. :3

Ravenietta- No adorable evil Nightwing in this chapter, but he'll come back soon enough… MUAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough cough* Heh, oops… ^.^

areanna123- Thanks! :D

Sassbrat- Yay! XD

Natura Nature- They are bad… to an extent, not completely. Like, Nightwing only defeated Poison Ivy to get under Baty's skin… :3

mazeygrace18- Hmm, difficult question to answer… I suppose they are the same age as the original team was… and I plan on using the original team, including Zatanna and Raquel. :)

Penny Tortoiseshell- Will do! :D But… COOKIEEEEE! *takes the cookie and runs* MINEEEE!

A sigh penetrated the silence.

The dark skinned teen rested his head on the soft pillows as he tried to get sleep, not that he'd be successful. His eyes stayed wide open as memories of his past threatened to flood back.

One face in his mind stood out above the others, a girl with short red hair and a beautiful smile.

Tula.

Oh, how he missed her. But he'd turned his back on his people, just as they'd done to him. He could still remember their faces as they learned of his true parentage; he wondered what his looked like.

Horrified.

That was the only word that came to mind when he thought of it. His father was Black Manta, his father had tried to kill the man he served countless times and no matter what anyone said… the knowledge of that brought shame onto him. The people of his kingdom no longer trusted him – many even feared him.

Him.

Kaldur'ahm was the most trusted of the King's men, the one everyone respected and got along with. Well… next to Garth, that was.

Garth.

The last time he'd seen his best friend he'd asked him to take care of Tula for him, to tell her how much he loved her – while he of course didn't have the courage to say goodbye to her himself.

It broke his heart; knowing that she would probably hate him for leaving like that, without at least giving her an explanation.

But she would eventually figure it out.

They all would.

He knew the King himself did not blame him for who he was, Orin had told him so himself. Even Mera stayed at his side when she found out, and so had Garth and Tula… but that didn't outweigh all of the others.

He could still see it in their faces, still remember how they looked at him in fear after that.

Kaldur'ahm had to get out, he couldn't stand it anymore.

So he'd fled in the middle of the night, he'd left without telling anyone but Garth that he would never return. And the pain… how he had felt when he did that… after months of being on his own; it began to fade, eventually.

Or at least that was what he tried to convince himself.

But the truth.

It was clear to anyone who saw and spoke the atlantean. He missed his home, he missed his love, and he missed his family.

So their images stuck with him everywhere, even as he fell into a peaceful slumber.

A loud ring forced him back to consciousness.

Kaldur'ahm immediately sat up as the thing continued to ring and ring. He looked around in a daze; he didn't even have a phone.

He rubbed at his eyes with a yawn as he forced himself to his feet and switched on the lights. Then, while looking around, he noticed the small object lying on the drawer beside the bed. Confusion shined bright in his eyes as he walked over to pick up the cell-phone – fully aware that the thing had not been there when he had first arrived in the small motel. "Hello?"

"I do hope I wasn't interrupting anything, Kaldur'ahm." A feminine voice purred softly.

The atlantean's eye widened slightly. "Who are you? How do you know who I am?" He demanded rather harshly.

"I'm the woman who wants to help you, Kaldur." A soft chuckle could he heard through the phone. "I know all about your father, and I know you want answers that your little King wasn't prepared to give." He could hardly believe his ears. This woman knew? Who else besides his kingdom had this kind of knowledge?

He clutched the phone tightly, taking a few moments to make his decision before speaking again. "I am not interested."

A louder laugh escaped her lips this time, one that delivered even more doubt then he already had. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that, sweetheart?"

He shut his eyes, turning and looking out of the room's window. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Patience." The atlantean could hear the smirk in her voice. "As for who I am… that will remain anonymous for now. What I want? Well… that's going to be a little harder to explain."

"I am listening." He replied, sounding more demanding than before. Whoever this woman was, she would only give him more trouble; especially if she knew his father. But… if she had answers, he was willing to listen for now.

"Good." There was a moment of silence through the line before she decided to speak once more. "I have a job for you, Kaldur'ahm. Something simple but… I am willing to give you any information you desire in exchange for this… favor."

"What… kind of favor do you speak of?" He asked hesitantly, his doubt screaming at him to hang up the phone and get out of there now.

This time her voice held more sincerity in it; making him wonder what exactly it was that she planned. "I need you to retrieve something for me, something that means a lot to me." The teen didn't reply, waiting for her to continue. "In exactly five hours, you will receive another phone call on this line telling you exactly what it is you need to retrieve and how you will do it. Once you have completed this task you will call this number again and you will be told where to meet with me, there is where I will answer any questions you have."

After a few moments he sighed. "Why me?"

"I needed someone like you, Kaldur'ahm. Someone with your… set of skills." A chuckle was heard once more. "Do not fail me, I don't take kindly to disappointment. And…" She added, her voice holding a dark threat. "Do not try to run for I will find you, goodbye."

He didn't have a chance to speak up as she hung up, leaving him once again in the silence. He dropped the phone back where it was and looked around the room in silence. There was no way he could sleep now.

With a sigh, he opened the door and exited the room. He'd spotted a swimming pool upon entering the motel and right now… he could go for a swim.

I have to be honest with you guys… I totally screwed with Kaldur's life and history and… I REGRET NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YES!

So… I know most of you probably won't know where this is going butttttt if you watch Leverage, or at least the first episode I'm sure it might help clear up a bit of confusion. ^.^

BTW, Kaldur is like the Nathan in the group and Dick is kinda like Hardison except sexier… I mean wut? Hehe… *innocent face* ;)

GIMME AS MANY REVIEWS AS BEFORE AND I'LL UPDATE THIS ASAP! XD (No joke, the next chappie's ready to go...)

Oh, don't forget the cookies! Keep those coming too, guys! ;3