Those of you who have me on author alert, PLEASE don't throttle me! I know I know! I started a Star Trek fanfic! But I wanted to start it before someone else thought of it! Besides! I was in WRITERS BLOCK for this one! Ending stories is HARD! So, I'm asking you to spare my life. You know I love you guys. In fact, I read your reviews to get me to start writing! And I had to write out an outline of what going to happen next. I mean, I knew what I wanted, but I needed it written out to be able to organize it all. So please don't kill me. I'm already beating myself up enough.

TTNG: New Team

Chapter 34: In Action: Part 1

Lucky crawled through the vents, laughing at the fact that she was using the oldest trick in the book. And she knew this place well. There was nothing this building could surprise her with.

When she was with Slade, he didn't tell her much of anything. Lucky wasn't a big fan of that, and she was smart. She knew if she had her usual sarcastic attitude, he would know all she was capable of. So Lucky played the scared little girl. She even cried sometimes when he threatened her. It drove her nuts, because she really wanted to make a sarcastic comment, and critique everything he was doing.

When she was sure he suspected nothing, Lucky would wait until he left on one of his loner jobs, and sneak into the computer lab. She was no genius, but what she did have on her side was a photographic memory. Another thing she had kept from Slade.

Of course, she had done all this before she was really aware of what he was capable of. Before she was really afraid of him.

Lucky remembered LB teaching her to hack into a powerful computer once before, and her photographic memory had ever forgotten it. It had taken a bit longer than it had taken LB, but as said before, Lucky wasn't a genius.

She looked at everything that showed up on the screen once. His destinations, his robots blueprints, and the blueprints of the lair. She needed only to read through each of these, and they were imprinted instantly into her memory.

So currently, the pink-haired-nightmare (as Percy had taken to calling her), was crawling through an air-vent, trying to navigate her way to where she figured that Jane would be.

Jane was an extremely vital part of the plan. Without her, she would have to improvise, which never ended well for her. True to her name, Lucky had managed to snatch Jane's iPhone from Roxy when the gas hit. Lucky knew it was coming, and was quick to leave. A part of her felt guilty about leaving the others, but she knew that there was no other way. It was part of her and Sunny's plan.

"It's all going perfectly, Lucky. You hacked into the computer mainframe, and managed to get the others out. All you have to do is find Jane, and it'll all be smooth sailing from there." she thought to herself. Smooth sailing was a bit of a stretch. The step after getting Jane would be far from smooth. But it would have to do. It was their only chance. If she knew Slade, he wanted the Titans there for a purpose. And that purpose was for them to witness their failure to stop him. Lucky was not about to let that happen.

"Stupid stupid stupid! How could I have fallen for that? I could've just agreed to it, and then said I couldn't find anything. No...he wouldn't have bought that. Ugh! Who am I kidding? There was no way I could've prevented this. Unless I hadn't joined up with him in the first place." Jane muttered.

Most would find a girl talking to herself rather odd, but it was actually quite normal for this particular teenager. She and her friends were far from normal. But that was another story. Others would blame her talking to herself on her Tourette's syndrome, which was quite ludicrous.

Tourettes syndrome was a neurological disorder. It had nothing to do with mental stability. The most psychological effect it had was a short temper. It did come hand in hand with OCD, ADHD, and occasionally epilepsy. But that had nothing to do with Tourette's itself. Jane often got annoyed with assumptions such as these.

She rolled her eyes. Here she was, in a possibly life-threatening situation, and she was concentrating on the stereotypes of Tourette's syndrome. Although it did help her keep her anxiety down, it did not help her situation at all.

But Jane wasn't all that worried. Hours earlier, she had noticed that the cameras in her windowless and door-less cell had stopped moving as she did. They kept still. That's when she knew the Titans had not fallen for Slade's trick. Jane's inner cynic told her that it wouldn't do much good, anyway.

Jane sat on her 'bed' (if it could really be called a bed), and tapped her foot on the floor. She hated not having her iPhone with her. She could hack into anything with it. Well, except the CIA. She needed either her desktop, or laptop for that. She had gotten bored one summer, but that's another story entirely. Long story short, she got into some trouble with her Uncle Will.

Her musing came to an abrupt stop when Lucky suddenly lowered from an air vent, via grapple belt.

"You're late," Jane said. Lucky rolled her eyes.

"Nice to see you too, Jane," Lucky replied pulling a small item out of her pocket, and tossing it to her. "Here's your iPhone. You'll need it."

"Thanks, Lucky," she sighed in relief. "I was going crazy without this thing. What did you guys do to the cameras, by the way?" Lucky smirked.

"Of course you would notice that. LB fed him a loop."

"That's it? He'll never fall for it." Jane said skeptically. Lucky grinned.

"You've obviously never seen one of LB's loops." she replied cheekily. Jane raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah, whatever. What's the plan, Stan?"

"This is complete insanity, Lucky. You are nuts." Jane whispered to Lucky in the vent.

"We had to think of something, Jane. Do you want Seattle to get nuked?" Lucky whispered back. Jane didn't have a reply to that. Lucky had laid the entire plan out to her. The plan was completely crazy, and it would probably never work, but ti was their best bet. As soon as Lucky gave the word, Jane would continue down the vent, and Lucky would stay behind. And apparently it was happening sooner than Jane had anticipated.

"This is where I get off." the pink-haired girl announced. Jane looked uneasy.

"Are you sure this'll work?" she asked.

"Nope. Now go before you screw this up."

Then Jane moved down the vent as she was supposed to. Lucky opened the ventilation shaft from underneath her, and stuck her magnetic grapple onto the metal to make her ride down more comfortable.

"Hello, Lucky," a voice said behind her. Lucky sighed and turned around. There he was in all his creepy glory.

"Slade," she replied curtly.

"Come with me."

"Yes, Master."

And I'm still as evil as ever aren't I. Once again, I already feel bad enough for that hiatus. I was sure I'd keep going over the summer, but I just wasn't getting inspired. Plus I was memorizing lines for the church play, and I was also focusing on two stories at once which I do not recommend. Ever. But I'm back, and I have the next part outlined so I'll try to get my next chapter up within the next two weeks. No guarantees. High school. Bleh.

I still want reviews, people.