A/N: Last chapter is here. I hope you all like it. Wanted to go out with a bang.

I'll catch you later.

"Tell me about this power."

Jade was thrown by the question. She just looked at Cat and shrugged. "I couldn't tell you if I wanted to."

The redhead raised an eyebrow "Try."

The brunette wasn't too familiar with this one but she quickly sized up that the girl meant business.

"Like...sometimes...I can form a picture in my head...what I want to do and it more or less happens that way. Then there are other times when it feels like I have no control over it."

Cat nodded, "Sounds like you never have control."

"What?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're using this psychic powers totally by reflex. Maybe once in a while you're focused but maybe its just a fluke."

Jade folded her arms "And what makes you the expert?"

"Because..." the redhead sighed. "I've spent years developing my body as an efficient machine. Don't let my size fool you; I disarmed men four times bigger than me. But it was a long hard road to get to this point. And I still have more to learn. What I am saying, Jade, is that I know a thing or two about discipline. And you are in short supply of that."

Jade was about to speak up in protest but given that she threw the love of her life through a hotel window, she resisted.

"What can I do?"

"First and most important; visualize your objective. Your goal. It must always be sparkling clear."

"That's all?" Jade asked.

Cat rolled her eyes "There's a little more to it than that but that's the biggest thing. You have your more immediate goals like trying not to get yourself killed and then you've got your loftier, more long term objectives like patching things up with Tori."

"So, I just need to clear my mind?"

Cat rubbed her cheek with her tongue.

"Again, West, you're oversimplifying it. But, yes. Right now you're energy and true power is all over the place. You need to focus better, condense your potential into a clear goal."

Jade looked down.

"Do you think we have a chance?" she asked.

"For what...?"

"For Tori to forgive me," Jade bit her lip. "Think we can make..."

"Personally..." Cat sighed. "I don't think you deserve any more chances after what you pulled. But that isn't for me to decide."

The brunette was overcome by guilt. She really fucked up and considering the life she led up to this point, that's saying something. Jade took her mother's ring from her pocket and held it in her fingertips. She pondered what she would think of how she turned out. Jade probably figured her mother would be both bemused and ashamed at what she had become.

"I will do something right in my miserable life," Jade said. "For once."

Cat stood by her feelings that she put out there. However, she couldn't help but be a little sympathetic toward Jade. She seemed to genuinely hate herself.

"Hey Jade?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're here to help us."

The redhead then let out a small smile to try and encourage her. Motivating somebody to push their body to the limit was one thing. Sitting next to someone who appeared borderline depressed was something else. Cat realized she needed to be firm but patient with this one. Especially if she still means a great deal to Tori.

Cat and Jade arrived at the warehouse where Robbie was already waiting for them. He stood outside the fenced area.

"What's going on?" Cat asked, exiting the car.

"I did a scan of the whole perimeter" Robbie replied. "No sign of any security system or weapons guarding the building. The fence isn't even electrified."

"I don't like this," Jade said.

Cat looked at her quizzically "What do you mean?"

"It all seems too easy. Sikowitz may think I'm dead but that doesn't mean his paranoia is satisfied."

Robbie gazed at the seemingly vulnerable building.

"I see what you mean," he said. "In that case, we have to be on our guard."

Cat, much like the animal that bore her name, leaped on the back of Robbie's mechanical suit. Then Jade listened to the advice she was given and focus on getting to Tori on the other side. Within moments, the trio had bounded over the tall fence.

As Jade landed gracefully onto the ground (her best landing yet) Cat gave her the thumbs up. Jade nodded and then they ran over to the warehouse, keeping their wits about them for anything.

They made it across the empty lot and only encountered a bunch of moss through years of neglect. The building was almost devoid of windows and what few were there were pitch black. Robbie stepped ahead and punched a hole in the wall. Bricks fell with the ease of a house of cards. He then shined a floodlight on the head of the robotic suit.

Jade and Cat ran over top the pile of rubble and were inside.

If it weren't for Robbie's light, they wouldn't be able to see anything. It was as dark as a cave in here. Abandoned.

"I don't get it," grunted Cat. "Nobody's here."

"It's gone," Jade said.

"What's gone?" asked Cat.

"Everything. Look around..." Jade gestured to the large area they were in now. "This room was filled with all kinds of tech. Now its vacant."

Cat pondered out loud "Where could he have gone?"

The Goth looked around and eventually took a gander at the floor. Her eyes widened, trying to see but it was too dark.

Jade cupped her hands and yelled out "ROB!"

The towering metal man stomped to where Jade stood.

"What is it, Jade?" came out of the suit.

"Shine a light on the floor. I'm trying to make something out."

A separate spotlight from the main light source turned on and was tilted to face the concrete floor.

"These are fresh," Jade pointed at the large tire tracks. "I'm sure of it!"

"Son of a bitch must have packed up and left," Cat sighed. "Turns off the lights and shuts all the doors before clearing out to buy him some time."

Jade gave Cat a face, mentally telling her she told her so about the scientist's paranoia.

"Do you think he still has Tori?" suggested Robbie.

"I sure as hell hope so," Jade shook her head. "Come on, you two; let's chase down the bastard."

A ponderous tractor-trailer plowed through the streets of downtown Kinopolis. Inside was a revolutionary mechanical marvel. At the wheel; the man insane enough to put the lives of countless people at risk to make this invention humanity's saving grace. And behind the driver, bound and silenced; was the only person in the whole city who could've stopped him.

Almost.

Tori was cursing herself for being overtaken by this madman, even though he capitalized on her at a vulnerable moment. She was still reeling from her injuries, while minor in her assessment, was still very painful and made getting out of her restraints difficult. She didn't know what to do next.

She said something muffled to her captor.

"What's that?" he asked jokingly. "Oh, right. Can't talk."

Sikowitz knew he had to ditch the warehouse once he sent the drone. It would only be a matter of when the cops get a hold of it and have it analyzed. Once they knew the point of origin, they would have the building swarmed to catch the bomber.

He was still working out in his head as to where to set up his base of operations when the whole 35 ton vehicle shook.

"The hell...?" he queried, looking around.

Checking his driver's side mirror, he recoiled back in shock when he saw a giant robot crawling along the trailer toward him.

"Fuck me," he sighed heavily. Sikowitz reached to the passenger seat and grabbed a gun recently required. He fired off a few shots until the "allegedly" full clip emptied. What few bullets coming from the driver's window that landed onto the mechanical man bounced off like little rubber balls. "Perfect."

A light bulb went off in his head and the scientist drastically changed lanes, causing eight cars to crash into one another. Sikowitz then mounted the curb, sending pedestrians fleeing to get out of the truck's wake. Mail boxes, newspaper dispensers, parking meters, telephone poles; all fell like dominoes. He was doing this so he could use the nearby buildings to knock the robot off.

For a moment, he succeeded. The electronic piggy-backer was brushed off like a flea. Robbie felt the impact on the sidewalk but the suit was more than enough to protect him from that relatively short fall. Soon he was back on his feet and in hot pursuit.

Meanwhile, someone else was catching up to the mad doctor turned Mad Max.

A sleek black car that the underbelly of the city was probably familiar with was pulling alongside the truck with great speed.

"Top down," Cat ordered the car.

With that, the entire roof of the miniature tank unfurled. The redhead felt the harsh rush of wind in her hair immediately. Luckily, there was an awning extending to her direction just above the windshield. This was the kind of high speed that would make breathing and keeping ones eyes opened very hard. Cat didn't have this problem now so she could keep her wits about her.

"Ready?" she asked her passenger.

"YES!" yelled back Jade, cautiously standing up to exit the vehicle.

Concentrating on getting atop the trailer, Jade breathed deeply and felt herself leaving the speeding car. She didn't look down, she didn't allow herself to flinch in the slightest. All Jade told herself was that Tori needed her and failing wasn't an option.

She landed. Hard. But Jade made it on the roof of the big white trailer. It felt like a strange technological version of Moby Dick for a second.

The brunette could see Robbie coming up the rear, gaining on them.

"CAT!" she called out. "YOU AND ROBBIE STOP THE TRUCK! I'LL GET TORI!"

"Be careful!" said Cat before going faster until she was several feet in front of the truck.

The redhead knew that despite Sikowitz and his unbalanced, panicked mind; the tractor only had a top speed of about 65. She smirked, knowing that she had driven nearly twice that in a rental car with her grandmother in tow. She quickly implemented the car's signal tampering technology to give her and essentially the runaway truck behind her nothing but green lights. They would have a nice clear path and the fewest people getting hurt, the better.

"Okay, Caterina" she sighed. "Now how do you stop this damn thing?"

Jade kept low, crawling her way to the cabin. She didn't come all this way only to be knocked down by a sudden traffic light.

Sikowitz was trying to figure out where this black car came from and why it seems to keep close to him when the passenger side door was ripped from its hinges.

"Shit!" the scientist blurted out.

Being pale her whole life already gave her a scary aesthetic. But being presumed dead doesn't hurt either. Neither does the look of murder in her eyes.

"It...It's...YOU!" he screamed.

"What's the matter, doc? Look like you've seen a ghost."

Seeing her, especially here and now, was the last thing Tori expected. She let out some very emotional (and incomprehensible) words.

"This stops now!" commanded Jade.

Sikowitz grimaced "In a pig's eye!"

He quickly turned the wheel, sending the truck careening into a frightening left turn. His desperate effort worked, Jade was thrown from the open door, holding on for dear life.

Cat cursed at the sudden change in direction and drove frantically to try and catch up. Unfettered by this turn of events, Robbie didn't lose the rogue truck. His heavy, metal feet stomped the asphalt.

Jade grunted, trying to bring herself back up.

"Now you've pissed me off!" she growled.

With a wave of her hand, the truck tilts on its side with an earth-shattering thud.

Robbie caught up with the fallen trailer, using his strength to prevent the skidding vehicle from harming any innocent bystanders. As the dust settles, Cat pulls up with a screech in the black car. The redhead scaled the side of the overturned truck, rushing to the cabin. Both her and Robbie meet to get a handle on the people inside.

Sikowitz appeared to be at least unconscious, his head bloodied against the broken driver's window. Jade was holding Tori in a protective embrace. With her precious few seconds after starting to tip the truck, Jade shielded Tori from the force of the impact. Both were out cold as well.

With the rough shape of their friends and the impending sirens, Robbie and Cat exchanged glances.

"We need to get them out of here," Cat said.

"Agreed," said Robbie.

Tori woke up in a hospital room, which bemused her. The last thing she remembered was being in the back of that truck. And Jade.

"Where's Ja-"

Speak of the devil; there she was standing over her, looking extremely relieved.

"You're back."

"I almost didn't come back" Tori winced, now noticing the bandages around her torso.

Jade gently held onto her shoulders "You're gonna have to lay still for a while. Busted ribs, according to the doctor."

Tori took a deep breath and immediately regretted it.

"How about you?" she asked.

Jade shrugged "Just a few scratches here and there. Bruised hand but nothing as bad."

Tori nodded slightly as best she could whilst lying down.

"Good," sighed the half Latina.

The Goth shook her head and folded her arms.

"How can you still be concerned about me after what I pulled?"

"You were scared and didn't know what you were capable of," Tori tried to reason. "I didn't think it at the time but I tried to see it from your perspective. Part of it was my fault; I did force you into a corner..."

"Stop!" Jade practically yelled. "You don't make excuses for me, what I did was deplorable. Not only what I've done for you but it hurts the most because you never gave me any grief. You were only trying to help. And how do I repay your kindness?"

"My dad once told me..." Tori coughed and gestured for a cup of water nearby. Jade nodded and gave it to her. "Thanks," she said before taking a sip. "He told me that forgiveness is up to the person who was wronged. Not the person responsible and certainly not some social justice warrior. Now, you may think you'll never get my forgiveness but I say, it isn't your call. Feel guilty if it gets you through the day, but I will be the judge if and when you're off the hook. Understand?"

Jade curtly nodded.

"What can I do?"

Tori smiled "You can start by keeping the waters coming. This whole experience has made me mad thirsty."

Jade giggled, "That won't be a problem. And I do want to take care of you. Not only because I lo-" she caught herself. "Really, really, really like you. But also, you have a job that you will be wanting to get back to."

Tori shook her head "Trina will understand."

"I meant the other job. The night one."

"Oh," Tori said. "So, you don't want to stop me?"

Jade put her hands on her hips "Why would I want to do a thing like that? This is part of who you are; a way of honoring your father. Who would I be to stand in the way of that?"

"You have NO idea how that makes me feel so much better. I was afraid prior to that meeting in the hotel about revealing myself to you. I mean, past the initial reactions; I was concerned you would be worried about me and wouldn't stand by while I do what is needed."

Smooth hands cradled Tori's tan digits.

"I most certainly will not stand aside while you do this. Because I'll be right next to you."

"What?" Tori raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you can risk your life, little miss vigilante, but nobody is coming between me and my girl."

"I really don't think..."

"Nope!" Jade's finger settled on Tori's lips. "That part is non-negotiable. If we're gonna be a team, then we need to be in every sense of the word."

Tori scoffed, "You know what you're getting into, right?"

"If its anything like what I saw last night..."

"Sometimes its worse," Tori interrupted.

"Then we will just have to face it together," Jade countered. "The four of us."

"Wait, what? Four?"

"Can't let you have all the fun, can we?" said Robbie, arm around Cat. The pair was standing in the doorway.

"Where were you guys?" asked Jade.

"Talking to cops," replied Cat. "With all the calamities in the past 24 hours, they're questioning absolutely everyone who was admitted through ER."

Tori made a concerned face "What did you tell them?"

Robbie smirked "If any badge or doctor asks..."

"You were found in the rubble of the bombed warehouse," Cat said.

Jade rubbed her face, embarrassed.

"Oh, god; they're already finishing each others sentences."

"You're lucky," Tori added. "I had to deal with this will they or won't they shit for a couple of years."

ONE MONTH LATER...

Detectives Harris and Oliver stood at the top of the Siegel-Shuster Building overlooking Kinopolis. They received another mysterious invite from the alleged Lady Victory. It was getting windy and cold and they wondered if she would even show up.

Just when Oliver was about to suggest they go, there she was.

"Sorry I kept you but I had a previous engagement."

"It's fine," Harris sighed. "Why did you call us here?"

"I wanted a location that was private enough," she replied. "Didn't want us to be bothered. This roof seemed as good as any."

Oliver nodded "Uh-huh."

"I'll get to the point," the masked woman began. "I was made aware that you were in contact with a certain man regarding these covert human experiments."

The long-haired man's eyes widened. "How did you...?"

She held up her hand, "I have my sources. But I'm afraid I have some bad news: your mole was apparently involved in a terrible accident. He passed away."

The two cops looked at each other. Made sense since its been weeks and not a single phone call or other communication.

"Did he find anything?" asked Harris.

Lady Victory thought carefully about how she should answer.

"There was a girl at the scene...she didn't make it either."

Harris rapped out the description he was given for their search and the heroine nodded gravely.

"You probably won't find anything about her. I didn't."

"Yeah well," Oliver sighed. "I suppose people like these look for those that won't be easily missed as their guinea pigs."

She nodded "So it would seem." She prepared to turn as if to leave. "If there's nothing else..."

"Wait!"

She looked back at Harris' outstretched hand.

"Beck," he said to his partner. "Go ahead. I'll meet you downstairs."

He hesitated before leaving his friend alone with the mysterious woman.

"What is it?" she asked.

"This..." Harris produced a small brown envelope from his inside coat pocket. "Do you know what is in this envelope?"

Lady Victory shook her head "No."

"How about this then?"

And with his other hand, Harris showed her a white dancer mask identical to the one she was wearing.

"Where did you get that?" she asked, concerned.

"The scene of the bombing at the hotel. Or, at least that's how the boys downtown officially call it. They sent this mask off for DNA analysis."

Her eyes darted to the sealed envelope.

"And is that what I think it is?"

"Yes," he brandished it. "These are the results. I intercepted the print-out before anyone else could see it."

Tori was stoic but inside she was trembling, anticipating what he would say or do next.

"And...?"

Harris smirked. "There was a positive in our database. A ten-point match. That means you are either the blood relative of an incarcerated criminal...or a cop."

Lady Victory just stood there in silence.

"Relax; this isn't blackmail."

"What do you plan to do with it?" she asked.

"Keeping it as a kind of insurance policy."

She tilted her head.

"You do this city a great service," he explained. "And exposing this secret would only hurt you. But I know nothing about you. I can only judge you by your actions and while your intentions are noble, I cannot forget the fact that you technically operate outside the law."

"What do you want me to do exactly?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't allow yourself to become corrupted." Harris put the envelope back in his pocket. "I really do not want to use this. Ever."

"You won't," Lady Victory said just as she's approaching the roof's edge. "I'm betting that isn't your only copy of the results."

Harris shook his head.

She smiled "Yeah, I didn't think so."

With that she leaped off the roof and vanished into the sea of sparkling city lights. The officer sauntered over to the edge and looked down. He was reminded of Peter Pan from when he was a little kid.

"Captain, no splash."

He chuckled and held up the discarded Lady Victory mask.

"I guess we all have different sides of ourselves. Be safe out there."

It was beginning to rain when Tori parked her vehicle and placed it in cloak mode. She had changed into her civilian clothes and ran the moment her shoes touched the ground. She cursed herself for taking so long. It was their stay-at-home dinner date and Jade was at her place waiting.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" she called out, entering her door. "Jade?"

Tori walked past the dining room table and saw it was set but no candles lit, nor any food laid out. She could smell something delicious cooking, however.

"Jade?"

She looked down and saw an orange-yellow glow emanating from the bedroom, which was open a crack.

The half-Latina went in and saw Jade lighting the last few candles.

"You are late," she waved her lighter wand.

"Sorry, got held up at a rendezvous."

Jade grinned and grabbed Tori's wrist.

"Well, you're mine now."

"And forever," the tan woman smiled back.

The Goth's smile grew even bigger and she knew it was because she couldn't bear to look her in the eye. This lovey dovey stuff was new to her.

"If I'm late, then why are you still cooking?"

Jade huffed and laid down her wand.

"Baking. I tried to make Beef Wellington and it was a total disaster. So, at least we have dessert to look forward to."

"And just what are we having because it smelled amazing.

"A snickerdoodle cake."

Tori licked her lips "That sounds so good."

"Settle down," Jade said. "I only put it in 10 minutes ago. We have at least half an hour."

Tori sat on the bed and leaned back, looking seductively.

"What should we do til then?"

Jade pinned her down like a lioness in the savanna.

"Work up our appetites."

"Just try not to shake the bed all crazy this time, will you?" Tori asked.

Jade scoffed. "I didn't do it. That was all you. If it were up to me we'd be fucking on the ceiling."

"Well, I've never had a problem with heights."

"Oh yeah?" Jade asked before closing her eyes to kiss Tori. "Then you better hold onto me."

Tori's fingers graced Jade's pale cheek.

"Can't think of anything worth holding onto tighter."

The wristbands on both of their arms, beeped and glowed with an orange alert. These little beauties, another invention from Robbie Shapiro; were linked to the same frequencies as police scanners. If more than a low level of cruisers or emergency vehicles are deployed onto the same scene, then the situation is upgraded to requiring the assistance of a certain superforce.

"Damn," Jade lamented.

"Duty calls," Tori sighed. "Let's suit up."

"Now we'll really work up an appetite. I'd better turn off the oven and take a raincheck on that cake."

"I suppose we must." Tori sighed "Hey, have you given any thought on your name yet?"

"I'm working on it," Jade spat, disrobing to change into her crime-fighting gear.

"Still?" Tori teased.

"Hey! All the cool names are already taken."

Tori, already much more accustomed to this; was nearly ready.

"How about...Scissor Girl!"

Jade gave her a look "That's just stupid."

"Sue me, it was a suggestion."

Jade zipped up, donning her black mask.

"Just for that, I'm driving. It's your turn to call the others anyway."

Tori took out her special stealth phone "Yeah, it's me. Be ready because we're on our way."

Kinopolis is far from a perfect city. There will always be everything from petty crime to corruption. But all hope is not lost when one more person decides they want to make a difference. And Kinopolis never has to worry when it can always look to the skies and see Lady Victory and her comrades coming in times of great need.

And they have no reason to stop anytime soon.

As long as they stick together.

Love doesn't always conquer all but it gives us a chance.