Ta-Da! Chapter two! Sorry it took so long. I'm a jerk like that. (Just kidding.) My dad actually took away his laptop as punishment 'cause he was mad at me (long story) and my story was on it so…yeah. And the reason it's so short is that I really wanted to update and I didn't want to make you guys wait even longer. I hope you enjoy it! That's it.

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Teen Titans.

Aquamarine's POV:

I took a step backwards as Crystal stepped off the wave of water. Crystal looked around. "Sweet crib you got here, Cassandra. Nice and big and hard to miss."

"Actually, it's our crib," Cyborg spoke up. "Built it myself."

Crystal smiled but I knew her long enough to see that it was forced. Of course, the Titans couldn't. "Cool. Anyways, long time, no see, Cassie!"

I growled under my breath. "Don't. Call me. That."

She laughed. It sounded like ice shattering. "Chill out, would you?"

Beast Boy put a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong, Aqua?"

Crystal raised an eyebrow. "'Aqua'? Is that some sort of nickname?"

"What do you want, Crystal?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Crystal sighed. "Look. I know we had our differences before, but-"

I interrupted her. "Differences? You tried to drown me! Stupid move, by the way."

Crystal laughed her creepy laugh again. "Seriously, Cassandra? That was…what? Five years ago?"

"Four months ago."

"Right. Anyways, let's put that all behind us and start out with a clean slate. How 'bout it?" Crystal asked.

"Not in a million years," I answered.

"Please, Friend Aqua," Starfire piped up. "Your old acquaintance has offered to become friends. Might you do the forgiving of her?"

I glared at Crystal. But not even Voldemort could say no to Starfire's current expression. "Fine. I'll let her stay. But will not forgive her."

Crystal smiled. "Thanks, Cassie."

I huffed and plopped down on the couch. "So…who's she again?" Robin asked.

"Oh!" Crystal straightened. "I'm Crystal Caves. Nice to meet you."

"Crystal Caves?" Raven raised an amused eyebrow.

Crystal blushed. "My parents have a sense of humor, okay?"

I snorted. I've met her parents. They're the most boring and monotone people ever. Everything in their house is gray. Not shiny gray and gray patterns. Just normal, stone gray. Everything. Even the food. I'm kind of glad I never took their offers for staying for lunch or dinner. I would feel bad for Crystal, but…well, you know.

"So, how'd you guys meet? Just curious," Crystal asked. As the Titans – except for me and Raven of course – started to explain that to her, I sighed and headed for the roof, stopping at my room to pick up my sketchpad and pencil.

Sitting down in a criss-cross position near the edge of the roof, I opened my sketchpad to the next clean page and took out my pencil. All was silent except for the scratch of my pencil. What the heck is Crystal doing here? I thought. Is she out to get me?

I'm not sure. I mean, she's being all nice to us but she faked a smile at Cyborg, my conscience answered.

Yeah. She ticks me off. Remember that one time when she glued our hands to our desk with superglue right before lunch and after the teacher had gone out? We were so hungry! I thought, shuddering.

That sucked. We were stuck in here for almost an hour with no food and no way of getting it, my conscience said.

What is she planning? I thought.

Crystal was never one for patience. If she's planning anything, it'll come soon.

I sighed. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw what I had unconsciously drawn. It was Crystal smirking. In front of her were my teammates in one power-retardant (probably) cage over a volcano with lava pouring out the sides, about to erupt. I was chained to a rock in front of them next to Crystal, forced to watch.

I immediately tore the page out of my sketchpad and crumpled it up, stuffing it in my pocket. That's not going to happen, right? I asked my conscience.

Well, there aren't any nearby volcanoes so I think we're okay, it answered.

Just then, the alarm sounded. I covered my ears and raced towards the common room.

"Is this a fire drill or something?" I asked.

"No. It means a villain's creating some trouble," Robin answered, typing away on the main computer. After a second, he said, "Overload. Aquamarine, we're going to need your help. Water doesn't go good with electricity so your powers will be useful."

I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing an off the shoulder royal blue shirt over a black, sort-of-wide strapped tank top. My legs were clad in faded, ripped skinny jeans and on my feet were black Converse low-tops. My wavy, light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I shrugged. It's not like my clothes will make me mess up the mission or whatever, I thought.

"Okay."

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"That thing is huge!" I exclaimed as we arrived at the scene. I hopped out of the T-Car and stared at the big monster in front of me, who was currently zapping a tree.

Overload turned his…head, I guess…towards us and raised an arm to strike me. I quickly took the water from a fire hydrant nearby and put up a large ice wall, some ice still connected to my hand. Overload hit the ice and shocked me. Since it was ice, it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt. "Ouch! Okay, in retrospect, it probably wasn't very smart to keep in contact with the ice."

Overload stepped towards me and I dove into a nearby electronics store. Only later had I realized what a horrible move that was.

I jumped up on top of a tall shelf and Overload followed, the Titans – Crystal went back to the ocean, thank the Lord – close behind.

Starfire flew up and threw some starbolts at Overload. Overload, not even looking fazed, hit her out of the sky.

Robin dove and caught Starfire, cushioning her fall. "Raven! Now!"

Raven raised her arm, her eyes glowing white. "Azarath, Metrion, Zinth – ow!" Before she could finish her chant, Overload threw a TV at her. She ducked but it grazed her shoulder. Raven grabbed her shoulder. "That is a heavy TV!"

While Beast Boy helped Raven up, Cyborg glared and activated his arm cannon. "You do not mess with my friends!" He shot Overload in the stomach with his cannon, just barely missing the chip. Overload seemed to smile, amused, and destroyed Cyborg's cannon with a ball of electricity.

Cyborg looked at his cannon, which was still smoking, and blinked. "Aw, man!"

Beast Boy thought for a moment before changing. He turned into a green Pikachu, his tail buzzing with electricity. Everyone, even Overload, stared at him.

Beast Boy, taking this opportunity, jumped at Overload and attempted to grab the chip. But even Pikachu couldn't withstand the shock. Beast Boy hung there for a while, electricity almost burning him to a crisp, before he managed to let go. He fell to the ground, twitching, and morphing back into Beast Boy.

As Cyborg helped Beast Boy up, I created a water whip and snapped it to get Overload's attention. Overload looked at me and tipped his head – at least, I think it was his head – to the side.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, the water whip hovering above my hand, ready to strike Overload. But, unfortunately, my shoe was untied. So, instead of being all cool and hitting him, I tripped like an idiot and tumbled towards the ground. Right above Overload, ready to get fried.

Help. Me.