A/N: Remember ppl, Triple B's POV

"So Doc, do I got six months to live or what?" I joked.

I watched his face as he studied my file. He was all seriousness but then again, when wasn't he. I leaned forward. The kid, Ariel, had mentioned she started school today. My mind flashed back to my school days. Man, the kid was going to have to vent.

"Aisha."

The doctor's voice pulled me out of my trance. His eyes were filled with sympathy.

"I have some bad news."

I don't care who you are. It's always cold north of the equator. At least a tiny bit. And that's especially true when you're connected to the wind and can feel every shift, draft, or heat wave taggin' along. People always said I was breezy and I agreed. I was free and had every right to be. I spent years perfecting it. Now, as I sat watching the ocean, waiting for Ariel, I wished I'd spent those years making companions.

"Triple B!"

I turned, watching Ariel run up the hill towards me. She collapsed on the sand next to me and I was shocked. Her eyes were normal.

"Your eyes," I began.

"Oh these?" she asked.

She turned away and when she turned back, her odd eye combo was back. I smirked.

"Contacts? Smart."

She smiled. For awhile we sat there in silence. I had to tell her. No if, ands or buts about it. She was really all I had. Looking at her now though, I couldn't, regardless of my resolve.

"Ariel?"

She looked at me, trustingly. I couldn't do it.

"My real name is Aisha," I said instead.

Ariel's face twisted into a smile.

"Aisha. Ariel. It's like we were meant to meet," she laughed.

I joined in her laughter, glad to admit that it wasn't forced. She was just fun to be around. Slowly, our laughter died down and we were left in comfortable silence, watching the sun as it bled to orange and sank into the water. Ariel's head came to rest on my shoulder.

"If it weren't for you Aisha, I'd feel all alone in this world of heroes," she whispered.

I said nothing but her words shocked me. I leaned on her, my head resting on hers as I fought back tears. I couldn't tell her. There was still time. I could change my fate. I could stay here and be here for her. But even I knew that was hopeless. The cross around my neck seemed to burn. Yes, it was truly hopeless.