Aloha! As you can see, I changed the name. The last one was too long. :D So, I finally got down to planning the whole story out, and now I'm set! So, the updates will probably stay the same, but it will be better organized.

I also have a few stories planned for after this. It's going to be fun! I might even prewrite them for a change. Alright, I hope you all had a good summer!

Comet POV

The other two wear masks. No, they live in their masks. For me, there's no point. I don't even know how I would wear a mask. I can hardly hold onto who I really am. I don't think I could cling to a mask as well. When you're floating through space, you can only keep a few things from drifting away. You have to hold them close. I run over the things I want- must- keep, over and over again. Purple, pizza, sister, brother, Puff, headlock, them. Purple, pizza, sister, brother, Puff, headlock, them. When I surface though, when I bother to stop, the memories often come rushing back. Even the ones I tried to cast away.

We have always been a fearsome trio. Even back at Earth 16, even back at school. It was always the three of us, our own little group, because we knew we had to keep together, or else we would be hurt. School was a place of survival, and lots of what we learned there stuck with us. Like how to make people fear, and notice you. In school, when people say the three of us coming, they would smile, wave and laugh. But, our enemies would back up. There was me, the girl with the violent tactics, the head locks, and glares. There was her, the girl with the sass, the eye rolls, the smirks and raised eyebrows. And her, with her sweet bookworm personality that most people would shrug at. But behind it, there was venom, glares, guilt trips, and cold, unforgiving looks. We never were people to mess with.

I entered the seemingly random warehouse with all these thoughts wafting around in my head. Any person who didn't know me would ask how I knew which place to go to. I would give them a blank stare. Of course I knew. It was all here, playing behind my eyelids. He was here, hiding in the shadows. There were countless universes where he comes out and greets me. An infinite amount where he slips away, and I track him down again. Tons where this is a trap, an ambush, meant for someone else. I can't tell which path this particular universe will take.

Suddenly, I felt a draft behind me, and I spun and raised my forearm, blocking a blow. So it turns out it's this path. It was all the same to me, as long as the path leads me to a result where he will talk to me. I dodged another strike, and dropped down, my body held up by one hand, and swiped my legs under his feet, tipping him off his balance. He tumbled to the floor as I stood up, dusting off my tights. He chuckled, propping himself up on his arms.

He pulled off his skull mask, still laughing, to reveal green eyes and dark hair. "Not bad." He admitted. "Your reflexes aren't any duller, Comet-"

I cut him off, using one hand to help him up, and holding out the other. "Jason, please...Don't use that name," I said in a tired tone.

He raised his eyebrow, running one hand through his hair. "Huh, that's weird. The other two have the exact same reaction, but only if I use their real names."

I pursed my lips. "Yeah, well, I'm not like them, and I don't want to hear that name, so use my real one, or we will have a repeat of that little fight."

His grin bordered on a smirk as he held up his hands in defeat. "Alright then. What are you doing here, Smile?"

I closed my eyes. Smile. No one's called me that in a long time. Only Kumo and Pixie did after we left, and I've been gone from them for years. Smile. That's my name. That's the name my mother and father gave me, the one my teachers, friends and siblings called me. That was the name of the girl from Earth 16. I opened my eyes. "Take a wild guess, Jay."

He folded his arms. "Pixie won the bet. And now you, her, and the school girl are all in one multiverse again." He glanced at me. "You guys have some high stake bets."

I grinned and folded my arms in a sarcastic mirror of him before sighing. "Yeah...Just in case the world blows up, we've been contacting some of the people we know. We're going to try our best, but those two just get on my nerves." I growled before turning my attention back to Jason. "Anyway, if something happens...I'm giving you the bracelet."

He raised his eyebrows, watching as I unclasped the chain which held the pulsing purple star charm. "Sorry Smile, not my type of jewelry."

I glared at him, forcing the bracelet into his hands. "I charged it with energy. It should be able to open a portal. Get as many out as you can if something happens."

He pressed his lips together. "You know I don't play the hero."

I shrugged, turning around. "Doesn't mean you don't know how." I placed my hands behind my back, and calmly walked out of the warehouse, wars waging in my mind once again.

Kumo POV

I gazed out of the window moodily, my arms crossed as Cyborg landed us. When my vision had cleared and my brain had unfogged I had turned the T-ship back and picked them up. The others had gotten in-resentfully- but quietly, knowing not to mention what had just happened. I had started staring out the pane of glass like I used to when I rode the bus to school.

The parallels were painful. It was so horrible when everything in this world reminded me of Earth 16. When I couldn't go to the grocery store without staring at a box of blueberries nostalgically, when I couldn't look a piece of yellow clothing without thinking of Pixie. I couldn't go back there, and that fact hurt more then anything else. I treasured my family more then anything, and leaving them hurt more then leaving Pixie and Comet. I missed home more then I missed travelling.

Raven wordlessly tapped my shoulder, alerting me to the fact that the ship had stopped and docked at the tower. I shrugged her hand off and exited the T-Ship, adjusting my fedora and sunglasses. I didn't need Comet's powers to know that the team were exchanging glances behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, but kept walking.

I walked forward through the automatic doors without stopping, continuing, like if I kept moving everything would be okay. I had to shake the thought off, because that was how Pixie had lived all these years. I would not become like her. I kept going forward, my calm paces slowly getting faster. By the time I reached the main room, I was almost running, desperately wishing to be alone so I could think. So I could organize all these thoughts. I've always liked to be organized.

I stopped breathless in my tracks, and took a deep breath. Of course. There she was, dark hair tied up, curled up on the couch, one hand cradling her cheek, the other lifting up a book. Smiling softly even while a look of anticipation crossed her face. Pixie was reading. Like she always did. Like she had always done. Her relief, she had told us once. Being able to escape her life like that. And here she was, doing it again. Bringing back memories of junior high and elementary. When we just watch her at lunch, reading like this, and try not to laugh, because she was so absorbed in the book, the fork was missing her mouth.

She looked up, and the spell was broken, and I remembered to breathe again. Because these brown eyes were not the same as I remembered. They were not full of laughter, friendship, and greeting, but enmity, coldness, and frankly, a sense of loss. I heard the others gather behind me, and I knew they could feel the tension in the air. Before either of us can act on it, Pixie stood up, slammed the book and carried it with her as she retreated up the stairs. All without a word. The actions spoke loudly enough though. She couldn't stand looking at me. It was a good thing it was mutual, or that might be hurtful.

I turned away, busying myself by heading to the kitchen. "Where's she going?" Beast Boy asked, turning his head in a puzzled way.

I shrugged indifferently, pulling out a bowl and a can of soup. "I don't know." Though, of course I did. She would go to the roof. It was always her dream to stand on the roof. And read. She's always wanted to read on the roof of Titans Tower.

It was strange how I knew all these bits of trivia about her and Comet. Pixie loved lemon flavoured foods. Comet adored beanies. Pixie wanted to be a pediatrician. Comet was going to be an architect. Pixie feared suffocation. Comet didn't mind spiders in the least.

I shook my head. On a regular basis I would think about those two maybe ten times a day. Now that they were here, my thoughts were charged with them. Purple and yellow. Stars and faeries. Adventure and loss. They were bringing it all back with them. I felt a presence behind me and turned, ready to snap. But it was just Starfire, with her big green eyes, and I couldn't snap at Starfire.

I sighed and leaned back, my hands supporting me and the counter. "What is it Star?"

She looked unusually sober. "You seem very troubled, friend." She furrowed her brow. "Would you like to talk about it?"

I drew breath to answer no, but something stopped me. Starfire wasn't as naive as she seemed. And she wouldn't over analyze like Raven would. I hesitated, caught in the middle. "I..."

Pixie POV

I remember picking up the book. It was years ago, all the way back when we were travelling. We had been at a market, and there was a bookstore, so of course I dragged Kumo and Comet in. They had both rolled their eyes, with mumbled comments of,"Of course..." But they had been excited too, because I was being like me again. It was only a couple weeks after we had fled, and I had been quiet the whole time. Up until I saw the bookstore. We had split up, browsing the shelves, all three of us more content then we had been in ages, until they heard a book drop, and my scream.

I remember them rushing towards me, and then taking one look at the cover. They didn't have to ask after that. I was on my knees, and I could feel them hugging me, but all I could see, behind a curtain of dark hair, was the book. Because right there, in black text, clear as day, it said, "By: Bird".

It was the book I had always planned on writing. The book I had been plotting out. The book I was working towards, the book that had always been my dream and my goal. The book I never got to write. But somewhere, a different version of me had. So I had bought it, and it had never left my bag since. It was a reminder that things were better for us, if not in my reality, then in a different one. Somewhere, sometime, somewhere floating in space. Somewhere we were laughing, and I was an author, and a doctor. Somewhere we did make that trip around the world. And our families were still alive.

It was a good book. The other version of me had done it excellently, putting all her heart into it. But I had read it a thousand times over, so it was just laying in my lap, open, while I sat on the edge of the roof. I kicked my legs back and forth, and watched everything with a blank expression. This was Jump City. I was reading-or not reading- on the roof of Titans Tower. I was here. This was real. But it wasn't how I wanted it to happen.

I looked down at the book and sighed, tracing the title again, even though it was already careworn. Someday. It wasn't the title I had picked, but I approved of it all the same. I had considered talking to this other version of me more then once. But I decided against it. Better have that blissful ignorance. I considered letting out the glamour, letting the wind blow my hair, and at the same time, letting go of all the confusion and coldness. I could let that blow away too. The glamour and the mask.

But, instead, I hear footsteps approaching, and I banish the thought from my mind. I glance up, and see the dark bird himself walking forward, looking a bit tentative. I raised my hand in greeting. "Ah...Hey...?" I wasn't quite sure what to say. There was the whole thing about my kidnapping him, and his friends. I'm sure the three of us have been thorns in his side for a while now, even though he doesn't even know us. Plus, there was the problem of my social awkwardness coming in play.

He shrugged and sat beside me. He sat, fiddling his fingers for a few seconds. He glanced at me before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his sunglasses. I looked away as he slipped on the shaded lenses. Below us, there was the city of Jump, where life went on.

"So." He said, playing with his watch. "Are you guys ever going to...You know, stop keeping us in the dark? 'Cause, that would be asterous."

I paused. "Huh. Asterous." I cocked my head. "I don't have any powers in mind reading...But I can tell you're confused by me...I don't blame you." I bit one of my fingernails absently. "The person you met in The Past is different from the one you're talking to...But you can't really talk about personality switches can you?" Robin frowned, and opened his mouth to retaliate, but I continued. "I get that your broody complex thing was because of Jason...But doesn't it bug you, going from leader, to little kid, and back again?" I shook my head. "But then again, I can't judge you either."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until he sighed. "We can talk about that another time. You avoided the question."

It was my turn to sigh, and I started braiding a few strands of hair. I inhaled deeply before letting it go. "Yeah...We've been causing you all grief. We'll tell you when Comet gets back."

Robin hummed in the back of his throat. "Hm. Comet. She's a bit of a mystery isn't she?" I gave him a questioning gaze, and he shrugged. "Well you all are, but her most of all."

I bit my lip. Comet was a touchy subject for me. Of course, if you thought about it, alot of things were touchy subjects for me. "Comet seems like the most together out of all us, right?" I said finally, twisting my foot around nervously. "Well, she's not. If I'm being completely honest, she's the most messed up. She's just better at hiding it. I guess that makes her stronger then me and Kumo. Kumo and I..." I added the last part softly, unable to help correcting my own grammar. I tilted my head. "Or...Maybe...She just doesn't care." I hesitated before saying my next sentence lowly. "And, if I'm still being completely honest, she's the most powerful out of the three of us."

Comet was different. She was strong. She didn't go through the same struggles I did as a kid, or the same ones Flower did. But she went through her own, which were just, or maybe even more, troublesome. She was strong. I would never understand why she got those powers. But sometimes I thought about it long and hard, and realized that our powers matched our personalities. And her's was confusing, and had many different layers.

Robin broke the silence by saying, "So. Yellow. You wear alot of it."

I laughed, leaning back on my arms and swinging my feet. "Ah, well, yeah. Back in school, Comet used to tease me alot about it. But we all had our specific colours...I had yellow. Comet had purple. And Kumo's always loved pink, even though she'll say it's blue so she won't get teased." I struck me that I was telling this almost complete stranger useless little facts about us. Facts that would make no difference in the grand scheme of things, but would help him get to know us better.

Robin stood up, dusting off his jeans. "I'm going to go talk with Cyborg a bit about the Tower's system. Jason's been able to hack it one too many times..." He left muttering, but glanced over his shoulder distractedly.

I sat there for a little while, watching the sky go pink and red. I breathed in the sweet, ocean air, savouring it. because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you never know when the air will be taken away from you. The monster comes when you least expect it, so you might as well soak up what you can now. You should appreciate breathing, because when you can't, you feel like you wasted something. When you're panicking, you long for the peace and stillness of filling your lungs.

I breathed in.

Kumo POV

I sat cross legged on the purple bed, Starfire across from me, settling down with Silkie. I studied the alien princess, noting how different I thought she would look. I had noticed it when I first met her, but now more then ever. Her hair was a brighter red, and more wild then they portrayed it back home. And her eyes were a more cheerful green. She looked up and noticed me watching her. She smiled brightly, and I returned it.

"So," She said, laying her hands on top of her-kinda gross-pet. "I will now, as they say,play therapist. So, tell me friend! What is troubling you?"

I sighed. "I don't know if you'd get it Star."

Her bright eyes hardened just a little bit. "Try me." I knew she was testing out the earth saying by the way she formed the words. "You might be surprised."

I flopped back onto her bed. "It's hard to explain...But...I missed them. Yet...It hurts to have them here."

To my astonishment, Starfire nodded. "I think I understand friend. My sister, Blackfire, she had hurt me. Yet, I wanted to see her again. And when she came, I was overjoyed, though I knew nothing good would come of it."

I sat up. "Exactly! And seeing them reminds me of a..." I looked at her, and realized she would get it. She would completely get it. "A home I can't go back to."

Starfire smiled sadly, and looked down at Silkie. "I see...Well, I do not know the whole story. But I understand it is sad. You have my condolences for anyone you have lost."

That was when my wall broke down. For anyone I had lost. Who hadn't I lost? I had lost my parents, my brother, my friends. I had even lost Bird and Smile, and in exchange, I got Pixie and Comet, who were not the same. I had lost everything and everyone I had ever known. So I started crying. A cloud has to cry eventually. It can't just keep accumulating water. So I cried. I cried harder then I usually let myself. And to my surprise, I found the strange warrior princess hugging me.

Yay! Done. So, next chapter...Backstory. WHOOOT. There might be some tense problems. I noticed them and tried to fix it, but I probably didn't get it all.

Okay, so, the name for the novel I', going to write will not be Someday. I"m going to have two series, maybe more. The name of one is still in progress, but the other will be called Days.

Also, I'm going to be writing a story for unknown4499 who is the most awesome person ever!

Peace and Pixies

~ Pixies Between The Pages