A/N: Sorry about Chapter 4 not updating correctly! The internet was crazy here because of the storm. Anywho, thank you all so much for reviewing and reading and following and all that jazz. I can't believe how many people are actually enjoying this. Seriously, I feel special now. Well, I know it hasn't really been all that romantic and stuff between Blue Beetle and Impulse...But it will be. Unless I decide to kill one of them off *COUGH COUGH*. So, y'all have waited long enough. And OH MAH GAWD that last episode was just...Feels. Just, so many feels at the end. I had this huge gasp/heart/spazz attack when Jaime pimp-slapped the back of Bart's head with that damn key thing. He was acting so normal too and then it was just BAM! Broke my heart. Soooooo, yeah. Here's Chapter 5!

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

He sat with his bottom on the blood soaked earth, his knees close to his head, and his hands buried in his messy hair. He rocked frantically back and forth, pulling slightly at his black locks just to feel something other than fear, and mumbled incoherent, jumbled sentences in an attempt to calm himself. It didn't work, but he still tried. It was the only thing he could do in the dark prison of his own twisted mind. He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be trapped with the thousands upon thousands of people he would murder. He didn't want to die alone. That was certainly his biggest fear, to die by himself.

You are not alone, Jaime Reyes.

"They don't count." The Latino tilted his head in the direction of the zombie-like creatures that crawled aimlessly in piles.

I did not refer to the decaying remains of the humans.

Jaime flinched at the AI's word choice, but didn't reply. He scrubbed at his still watering eyes before returning his grimy hands back to tugging his hair. He chose not ask the Scarab to clarify, too afraid that he'd go into too much detail again, and tilted foward to rest his sweaty forhead against his knees. He could hear Khajii Dah sigh.

You have me.

Jaime froze, not in shock of what Khajii Dah said, but because he actually said it. They had developed a sort of bond during their time stuck in Jaime's head until Mode was completed downloading, and over the few days they had been together, Khajii Dah seemed to grow friendlier. He would still make snarky remarks, but they were no longer pointed at Jaime. An unspoken connection had passed through them, but that was it. It was unspoken, never spoken of, never said with words. Khajii Dah had just-

We have an intruder!

"An intruder? How?" The teen shrieked, jumping to his feet in a flash. "We're in my head!"

A Martian.

His chocolate eyes widened. It couldn't have been Green Beetle, could it? Hot, boiling anger rushed through Jaime in waves as his fists clenched and unclenched. That bastard ruined everything! He had just began to become friends with people on the Team and at school, his grades had rose, Wolf stopped barking at him when he walked by, and Bart...Bart was just Bart, but he made everything better. But then Green fucking Beetle swooped in a promised him that everything could be even better, that his nightmares about the future would stop, that he wouldn't be so afraid of hurting those he loved, and that he would never be alone. So he let him practically mind rape the Scarab and now he was dealing with the consequences of trustung him. Jaime had actually believed he had been fixed but in reality, he was dumb enough to put himself in danger. All because he trusted that damn Martian. A snarl ripped through the Mexican's lips at the thought of that same asshole being back in his mind.

"Where is he? I'll beat the shit out of him with my bare hands!"

No need for aggresion, Jaime Reyes. It is a White Martian, a different species from the Green Martians. It is South of our direction...I am reading another heartbeat.

He started a slow jog towards where Khajii Dah had said, being cautious to avoid the gazes of the dying around him. "Really? What species is it?"

Humanoid. But the heartbeat is irregularly fast. Most possibly from a meta-gene.

"What type of meta-gene makes your heart beat faster?" Jaime mocked. "Hey, what's your super power? Oh, I can make my heart beat really fast, wanna see?"

The Scarab snorted. Your sense of humor is apalling. I have deducted the the second heartbeat is that of a speedster.

The Latino tripped over his own shoes. His face hit the ground hard, his nose sinking into the mud, and the dirt splashing into his wide eyes. He pushed his flailing body off of the floor and coughed to spit out the small pieces of earth, then roughly wiped his face with the back of his calloused hand.

It had to be Bart. The ginger would surely do everything in his power to rescue him, just because he was a caring person like that. Bart had come to save him. Bart was here. Bart was here. Bart was actually here. Bart was with a Martian, inside of his mind, here, to save him. Bart freaking Allen was here. For Jaime. Bart Allen wanted to save Jaime Reyes. Jaime Reyes, who thought he'd never see Bart Allen alive again. Bart was here to save Jaime, and Jaime wanted to see Bart. Bart. Was. Here.

Said speedster would have been proud of how fast the Latino's legs carried him towards the rapidly beating heart. Everything, the bodies of the dying, the pillars of night-black smoke, the constantly raging fires, everything was a blur to him. Barely noticable. Nothing important. It didn't matter to Jaime that his feet repeatedly rammed into the dead, it did not cross his mind that thick fog blocked his vision and choked him of the air he was so desperately gasping for, all he wanted was Bart. Bart who was here.

What if he was only there to finish Jaime off, before the Reach could fully take control?

Jaime didn't care. As long as he could see the excited ginger he would die happy. He would gladly die by the shorter boy's soft hands. He wouldn't mind the pain at all. He would just look into those expressive green eyes of his and melt into his arms, and just die. A terrified shriek peirced through the air then, ripping into the Mexican teen's already fragile heart and tearing it from the inside out. He recognized the sweet voice immediately, having heard the voice in his imaginatiion constantly for the last three days, and couldn't help but let his own yell of surprise slip. He charged faster towards the sound, urging his body to go even faster, until the boy in distress came into his line of sight.

He knelt in the mushy earth, his beautiful green eyes wide in fear and anxiety. He was in uniform, and his goggles were pushed messily into his red-brown hair, but he didn't look very heroic at all. He was shaking violently and whimpering, with his arms held up to hide his face from his attacker, and his knees digging into the mud. Miss Martian was laying dazed on the ground behind him and completely unaware of the nightmare that had come to life infront of Impulse.

Infront of the small boy stood a large, muscular creature, with armor of blue and black design and eyes that stared right into his soul. His mouth was forever upturned into a condescending smirk, and it angered Jaime that it was giving Bart that look. That it was scaring Bart that much. That Bart wasn't even fighting back.

Jaime was infront of Bart in a second, facing down the beast infront of him with vigor. His chest puffed, his arms flexed, and his nostrils flared. He glared hard at the future beetle, his eyes squinting and his eyebrows furrowing, and growled deep in his throat. The monster was obviously surprised, but quickly regained his sureness.

"Oh, I see you want my toy-"

"Mine."

Jaime stepped foward, his dirt-covered nose almost touching the beetle's chest.

"He. Is. Mine."

The future Blue stepped foward in return, attempting to use his height to intimidate the Mexican, and glowered down at him. "He is the property of the Reach-"

"The Reach doesn't control what happens here." He replied evenly.

"Is that so?" He laughed menacingly. "Look around you, Jaime Reyes. This-"

"The Reach does not control me!"

Jaime slammed himself into the larger version of his chest and toppled them both onto the ground, but his opponent splattered into ribbons of rough smoke and layers of dust, and Jaime hurdled towards the now empty space and onto the dirt. The future Blue Beetle had just...dissappeared. Into smoke and dust. He was just...gone.

Bart, who had stayed silent throughout the whole confrontation, darted to his friend's side and dropped to his level. "Blue! What the- Are you okay?"

"Bart..."

"I'm right here, buddy." He placed his tiny hand on his back nodded reassuringly. "I'm right here."

And he always would be. Jaime would make sure of it. He would never let anything happen to the ginger he was so fond of because he didn't think he could live with himself if something did. So he didn't push down the urge when it hit him because Bart's lips were just so close to his own. He didn't try to deny his feelings when it slapped him in the heart. He just followed his instincts that would claim Bart as his and allow him to protect the small boy.

Jaime grabbed the sides of his face and slammed his lips onto Bart's.

A/N: AND THERE YOU GO. About damn time I made them kiss. -.- Woot woot. So, I will update every two days! There are about seven more chapters (MAYBE) but I still need y'alls reviews for motivation. Some, er, depressing stuff has been happening lately and your reviews make me want to write, which makes me happy. Yeah, so please review! Next chapter, somebod dies...just saying.