A/N: Oh...Oh jeeze I'm a terrible person. I am so incerdibaly sorry about what happens in this chapter. Seriously. It's so wrong of me to do this. My heart just...ARGH. It hurts because of this. Damn it. He's such an amazing character and I just...Gawd. He's just like 'Hey, guys. Ima just pop in and save the day' and then HE FUCKING DIED. What is wrong with me ;-; Oh, and as for the last chapter having alot of cuss words, Jaime is a teenager. Teenagers cuss alot. I don't care how good of a person you are, when you get into/are/were in your teens you say a mouthful.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

His lips were chapped, but so soft at the same time, and warm and moving against his own wanting mouth because they were kissing. Jaime was kissing him. Bart Allen. And it felt amazing. Wonderful. Explosive. Bart had no words that could describe how great Jaime's lips on his felt. It felt like the world, or whatever one would call it, around them stopped spinning so Bart could live in that moment forever. But at the same time it felt all too short. After what was ten seconds in reality but a lifetime in Bart's mind Jaime broke the kiss.

Jaime. The sweet, caring, sarcastic, playful, tender Mexican that Bart had come to know as his best friend, had feelings for him. Romantic feelings. He liked Bart. The ginger had never had somebody like him before. Sure, in the future he snagged a couple kisses but it wasn't because they liked eachother. It was out of desperation, not wanting to die alone, not being loved.

What if Jaime had done that? Kissed him out of desperation? Just a weird way of showing relief that someone was trying to save him? Maybe it was better that it was a desperation kiss. Even though Bart tried, he still couldn't look at Jaime without knowing that it was him who punished him in the future. Sometimes he could forget, for a small fraction of a second when Jaime would do something childish that made him laugh so hard he snorted, that he was looking at a monster. But he could never truly forget, could he? Years of torture and pain and losing loved ones and constant yells of 'meat' could never be erased from his mind.

But that wasn't Jaime. Jaime would never hit him. Jaime would never hurt him. No, Jaime was too kind. And that was why Bart was there, to stop the Reach from turning Jaime into that thing. That terrible, awful thing that did hurt Bart.

But, if by the small chance that Jaime did like Bart, did Bart like him back?

Yes, yes he did. Alot. Too much. But who could really resist him? He was so considerate of those around him, so caring and loving and gentleman like, that anybody would fall for how sweet he was. Jaime loved his family and it was obvious, so there was no doubt that once he found a suitable mate that they would be treated with the same love and respect. He was funny, hilarious actually once Bart got him out of his shy shell, and it brought him joy to make people laugh and smile. That was another thing Bart liked, how shy Jaime got. Sometimes the Latino would act cocky and straightfoward, but most of the time he was a bashful, scared boy. He blushed alot and constantly tried to hide his face so no one would see the red on his cheeks. He was so smart too, he had average grades in all of his classes but he knew everything about anything. It could have been the Scarab, but Bart was sure it was Jaime. But most importantly, the Mexican was patient. Bart would sometimes get frustrated or confused or just have no idea what the hell was happening, and Jaime would slowly explain everything to him or calm him down. It was a great quality to have when dealing with someone as hyper as Bart.

It wasn't just his personality that drew Bart in. It was those beautiful, expressive brown eyes. Everything that Jaime felt could be shown through his chocoalte coloured orbs. His soft cocoa skin fit his slightly muscular build perfectly and Bart could never get over how warm the Latino was. Every hug they ever shared made Bart feel like he was hugging a heater wrapped in a soft blanket. A very attractive soft blanket.

All of these thoughts raced through Bart's mind in the few moments it took Jaime to pull away. Jaime's eyes widened in surprise, realizing what he did, and he spluttered, pushing himself away from the ginger. "Ay, Bart! I am so sorry, mi amigo! I don't even know- Why would I do that when I know you're- You're probably going to hate me forever! I am so sorry-"

"Dude. Just shut up." With that, Bart clutched the back of the taller boy's head and pulled him in for another kiss.

The kiss was long and passionate, and once again both boy's felt as if the world stopped and changed around them. Well, it did.

The rain that was a green, sloppy syrup just moments before thinned and turned clear, and felt pure. It was real rain. The falling water seemed to wash away all of the terror and death around them, rolling up in large waves and carrying the bodies of the fallen somewhere else. The fires were smothered by the cleansing rain and the thick, choking smoke disappeared into much whiter mist. The sky cleared of its dark clouds and was replaced by a crystal blue sky and fluffy, cotton candy clouds. All the while, Miss Martian stood beside the kissing couple, watching the new world unfold infront of her.

They were at Happy Harbor's beach. Soft sand playing beneath their toes, lucious green grass and growing plants bordering the back, and blue, salty waves rolling calmly up and down the shore. Jaime and Bart pulled away from eachother, deep flushes on both of their faces, and it took them a moment to realize where they were. Nobody else was on the beach besides the four of them, and it made Jaime wonder-

Wait...Four?

Bart was beside him, staring fearfully at their new member. M'gann was studying the creature with a fascinated gaze, and all it took was for the hollow shell of Blue Beetle's armor to speak for Jaime to know who it was. "Jaime Reyes..?"

"Khajii Dah!"

Jaime dropped Bart's hand that he didn't even know he was holding to charge at the AI, trapping the unsuspecting Scarab in a tight imbrace, spinning him around in the air before place him back on his feet. It was slightly uncomfortable hugging him, seeing as it was Blue Beetle's armor, just the Scarab's voice. "Khajii Dah, you're...you're solid!"

"This form is merely a construct created by the homeostasis setting in your mind, Jaime Reyes. There is reason behind my appearence." The Scarab detached the Latino's hands from him.

"What do you mean? What is your...reason for appearing?" Damn him and his awkward wording.

"There is a way for you to escape the Mode."

Jaime choked on the words he couldn't say and froze. He could practically feel Bart and M'gann do the same behind him. He stepped foward, raising an eyebrow, and searched the emotionless husk of his armor for any sign of a lie. "R-really?"

"Yes. And I can show you-"

A large, black, metal staple peirced through the head of Khajii Dah's armor, causing sparks and chunks of blue armor to spray out in all directions. Jaime reached out to catch the falling body as it tumbled towards the sand. The armor began to jerk violently, Khajii Dah's electronic voice breaking and contorting as his temporary body reacted to the staple in his head. "Khajii Dah!" Jaime shrieked, unsure of what to do.

Miss Martian rose to the air, hovering just above Impulse to search for their attacker. More black metal staples shot at the small group from all directions and it was difficult for the Martian to pinpoint where they were coming from. The lethal staples were joined by several blue sonic blasts, a few just barely missing the heroes. Bart raced to Jaime, who was still clutching Khajii Dah desperately, and grabbed his shoulder. "Blue, we need to leave now."

"No, no, no." He shook his head. "We can't leave him."

"He's dying, Jaime! Just leave him or else we'll die too!" M'gann used her telekenesis to stop a staple from stabbing the Latino in the face.

Just then, the husk of armor that was Khajii Dah wrapped his hand around Jaime's forearm, staring into his eyes with a fiery passion. It seemed like thousands of staples and sonic blasts rained down from every direction, and it took all of the Martian's will power to block of the attacks. "Blue! We need to go!"

"Jaime Reyes." Khajii Dah's features set into that of determination, staring hard into his host's fear filled eyes. "Protect the Impulse. He is your only chance for escape."

The armor that held him crawled up his arm, trailing onto the Mexican teen's skin. Metal plates of blue and black shuffled over his entire arm and traveled further, pouring down his side and grabbing onto every inch of skin it could find. The more that the armor covered Jaime, the more Khajii Dah disappeared. He was giving Jaime his form, their armor, because he wasn't going to be there much longer, because whatever sick bastard shot the AI in the face knew that once you were a solid construct in a mind, you were able to be killed. Not physically, but mentally. And that was all Khajii Dah was. A mental creature designed to help the Scarab's host.

Jaime hugged what was left of Khajii Dah tightly to his chest as the few last plates of their, his, armor rolled over his skin. "Gracias, mi amigo."

"Te nada."

And he was gone.

Miss Martian could feel the life fade from existence, feel the heartbreak from Jaime. She was entirely concentrated on blocking all of the attacks, but it was hard to ignore the Scarab's death. He was dead, gone, never to be returned. Just completely and utterly dead.

Jaime, Blue Beetle, glared at the disrupted sand where his friend had been moments before. Khajii Dah had his problems, different viewpoints, but he was still a good person. Behind every bad decision was a good intention. Khajii Dah wanted to help. Khajii Dah didn't deserve to be killed, murdered, taken from Jaime. He was a good person.

Whoever had ripped the AI from Blue Beetle would have hell to pay, Jaime would make sure of it. So he rose to his feet, with salty tears falling from his eyes behind the armor, and began to stalk towards where he felt the most attacks were coming from. Impulse raced to his side and wrapped his thin arms around him, attempting to pull him back to the safety of Miss Martian's protective bubble. "Blue! Stop, okay, we need to leave! We need to go and run away because if not we'll be killed! Or worse, captured! Please, just stop-"

The angry teen whipped around to face the shorter boy. "This is my mind. That was my friend. They, whoever these assholes are, can't get away with this."

"Jaime, please..."

"Shh." He placed a chaste kiss onto the speedsters pleading lips. "Stay safe. I'll come back for you."

With one last glance into his favorite green eyes, Blue Beetle charged into the light sky, going in the direction of the attackers. His rage was getting the better of him, blinding him. He couldn't, wouldn't, let the pain and suffering of his friends be in vain. He would destroy the person who did this without hesitation.

Little did he know that his rage would cause the fall of man.

A/N: Nooooo Khajii Dah! My sweet little homicidal bug... I'm sorry. He was actually starting to be nice and I killed him. Argh, my feels. So anywho, please review! I need some feedback on if I'm doing good or not and what direction the readers think that this story should take. I already have it planned out, but knowing what the readers want could improve it, right? So, please please please review and let me know that there's actually people reading. Thanks!