Author's Note: A day late, but here anyway. Enjoy! And please review.

Three: Raquel

The tank filled quickly with water and it was already up to Kaldur's knees. He slammed his hands against the glass, but it was no use. The walls were reinforced. There was no way to break them, and the only way out had been sealed while he and Raquel were still unconscious.

He glanced to Raquel, who was similarly beating against the glass. They'd taken both of their weapons and pumped Kaldur full of something that left his bio-electric magic sluggish and unresponsive.

If they couldn't get out within the next two minutes, she'd drown.

Kaldur caught Raquel's hand as she went to beat on the glass again. Blood had gathered in the bruised and scraped portions of her hands. The blood smeared the glass and had started to turn the water around Raquel – now up to their waists – pink.

"Easy," said Kaldur. Raquel blinked hard and stared at him for a moment. Then, she seemed to see her hands and swallowed hard. Her gaze went back to Kaldur, all wide eyes and barely concealed terror.

"What do we do?" asked Raquel. Her voice was impossibly small in the already tiny tank. Kaldur swallowed and tried not to think about the fact that they had maybe a minute left. The water rose up to his elbows now.

Kaldur slammed his palm against the glass again. Felt the spark of electricity rip up his arm and burn in his elbow. He'd jarred it, then. But why did the power return? Kaldur stared at his tingling palm for a second. He slammed his palm again. This time, the electricity was visible.

The water hit his shoulders. Passed Raquel's chin now. She whimpered.

Kaldur beat and beat on the glass until he was certain he'd hurt his elbow forever. Water pooled around his mouth and gills and he automatically switched to breathing with his gills. He slammed his palm and watched the electricity dance.

The water hit the top of the glass. Raquel stared at him as he kept fighting to get them out. Another hit, then another. Thirty seconds passed. Then a minute. Raquel struggled next to him as the seconds ticked on.

Then, finally, finally, the glass started to crack. Raquel gasped next to him, inhaling water.

The glass cracked again. Kaldur focused what little electricity he could conjure and shoved. The glass shattered. He, Raquel, and the water tumbled out onto the glass filled floor. Raquel started gasping. She struggled to her hands and knees and coughed up an impossible amount of water.

Kaldur crawled over to Raquel, stunned from the pain in his elbow, and pressed a hand to her mid-back. She was still choking and gasping, water still bubbling up from her lungs. Kaldur felt the water lingering in her lungs – so much of it that she couldn't possibly cough it all up.

He gathered up what was left of his magic and drew the water close to his hand. Then, he forced it out her lungs, up her throat, and to the ground. All in one smooth motion. She choked and coughed through it, but managed to hold on.

"Breathe," said Kaldur, stroking her back. "Just breathe, you're going to be all right."

Raquel nodded and took a few gasping breaths. It took some time, but eventually her lungs and breathing calmed. She sat up and leaned heavily against Kaldur. The two didn't say a word for a while.

Then, in their minds, M'gann's concerned voice brushed in.

"Are you two okay?" asked M'gann over a new telepathic link.

"We got the Brain," chimed in Wally. "So it's win-win today!"

Kaldur looked at Raquel and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

She nodded and curled herself tighter into his side, shivering slightly.

"We're fine," said Kaldur. "But cold. We'd appreciate some assistance."

"We'll be right there," said M'gann, then she cut off the link.

Kaldur stroked Raquel's hair absently, staring at the ceiling.

"Everything will be fine. You just have to keep breathing," he murmured to her.

Together, they waited for the team to find them and take them home.