A/N: This chapter will have answers to a few questions that were asked in the previous chapters. And maybe there might also be a lot of fluff.

Disclaimer: I don't own YJ.

Chapter 9

She puts her arm out and grabs onto Jason's arm.

"Wha…?"

"Come on. We're going to Metropolis."

He stares at her like she's crazy. "You realize your dad told us to stay put?"

"We need to get there, now." She says urgency evident in her voice. "We might get to know where to go next."

"How do you know?" he asks, grasping her shoulders and making her look into his eyes. "You've been acting weird lately, Zen I want to know what's going on."

She averts her eyes.

"What's going on? Why won't you talk to me? What are you hiding from me?"

She heaves a sigh. She's been trying to avoid this conversation since, like they ended up here, or even sooner. It's never been like this before, but lately, it's been getting worse and even more unpredictable. That's the reason why she's been trying to avoid him. But, she can't actually tell him that. Still, she figures that she had to tell him sooner or later. It's sooner.

"There's something I haven't told you yet." She says.

"Yeah, kinda figured that out." He replies.

She takes a deep breath. "My mom was a metahuman."

Jason's jaw drops. "A metahuman?"

She nods. "She had unusual psychic powers. She was a telekinetic and had mind reading abilities, like Mrs. Kent." She explains. "Her parents always hated her and were looking for a reason to kill her. They thought she was a freak, a piece of lowlife scum who didn't deserve to live. So, when she started dating my dad, they let her off a bit and relaxed as he was extremely famous and rich. But, when I was born…"

"They'd kill her. Both of you." He finishes.

She nods. "To stop me from dying, she gave me to my dad the very next day I was born." The look in his eyes is shocked. "Zen, I'm so sorry…"

"And that's not the worst of it." She says, letting everything that was bottled up inside her come out. "I don't have telekinesis or mind reading, but I have foresight."

"Foresight?" he asks

"The power to see into the future." She explains. "I keep having visions that happen."

"Wow!" he exclaims. "That's so cool."

"That's so not." She snaps. "Because I can see the future, it's hard for me to see the present. My eyes are wired in such a way that I can't read."

"Wait, you can't read?" he asks. "What do you mean?"

"I have dyslexia."

He doesn't know what to think. He's simply staring at his best friend with his mouth open, his head swirling with everything she just told him. All this time he thought she didn't understand what it was like not having one parent, but he doesn't know if he can imagine having a parent who was forced to leave. Her life's been full of struggle, ten times more than his has been. So, that would explain why she's been shutting off from everyone a bit lately.

"You're dyslexic?" he asks.

"That's why I've never been able to answer your texts. That's why I do badly in school. That's why I'm not as good a dancer as you are." She replies. "That's why I'm never going to be as good as you. That's why I've been avoiding you."

"Why were you avoiding me?" he asks.

"Because," she says, "I didn't think you wanted a friend who was a dyslexic freak."

"What makes you think you're a freak?"

She stops her rant and stares at him for a moment. He folds his arms across his chest and looks right into her blue eyes.

"You don't think I'm a freak?" she softly asks.

"Not in my eyes." He replies.

She narrows her eyes. "But, I…"

He sighs and walks over to her, holding her shoulders. "Look, I don't care what others think about you. You've been there for me ever since we were five. You're like a sister to me. You know you could always just tell me if you were having problems."

She pulls him into a hug. He can feel her softly shivering as he wraps his arms around her, her head on his chest. "What have we always told each other? Doesn't matter what anyone thinks. We still have a family that loves us, friends who care about us, and mostly, we have each other."

She nods and opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it, unable to say something. Still, he knows that they're cool now, and nothing needs to be said. He hugs her a tad tighter and just enjoys the moment they were both sharing (moments like these were rare between them). As he releases her from the hug but still has his arms around her, he catches the look of gratitude in her eyes. They just stay there and he wishes that this moment would last forever. But he knows that it won't when Zaina pulls away from him.

"Okay, now that we've gotten that out of our system," she says, "Let's go to the North Pole."

"The North pole? Why?" he asks.

"You remember when you thought I was acting weird earlier at the door?" she says. "I was having a vision."

"Did you see something that'll help us?" he asks with doubt in his voice.

"I saw a lot of snow and ice. I have a hunch that could be the North Pole." She says.

"Just a lot of snow and ice? That's what you're basing our route on?"

"Not just a lot of snow and ice." She says. "I saw this thing that looked like a huge blue beetle."

"Huge blue beetle?" he frowns, thinking.

"Yeah, I only saw it for like half a second before I was pulled out of the vision." She says, rubbing her head.

"You think this might have something to do with my dad's death?" he asks.

She nods. "I think that thing was a magnetic field disruptor." She says. "My dad told me the story. Those magnetic field disruptors were all over the world and would slowly form into a chrysalis. Apparently, after everything, they found out that there was one more. It was based at the North Pole."

"And at the North Pole was where my dad died because he was slower than Uncle Bart and Grandpa Barry." Jason finishes.

"So, I think I know what we're gonna do." She says.

"Go to the North Pole?" he suggests.

"I was gonna say get some coats." She says. "It's gonna be freezing there."

He laughs. "I'm with ya, sis."

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I promise the next chapter'll be longer.

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