Post-series by about three weeks. Seymour is See-more, Elliot is Kyd Wykkyd, and Wally is Kid Flash. I'll probably be taking some liberties with the characters (as they were never fully developed in the first place), so I hope no one's offended.

So far, this was so not how Seymour saw his vacation in Paris going.

"This is so your fault."

Elliot gave him a sharp look before rolling his eyes and shrugging. Seymour knew that he was being fairly irrational, but only felt slightly guilty. After all, the two of them were standing outside in an ice-cold Paris winter by an overly bright, overly cheery Christmas tree. He stomped his foot a few times, trying to get some feeling back into his big toe. It didn't work.

"Can't you just teleport us out of here?" he groaned, beginning to dance on the spot. He was starting to wonder how long frostbite usually took to spread. "I mean, my powers weren't affected that badly by the freeze. I don't think yours were, either."

Elliot shook his head before pantomiming something akin to a glass being frozen for a prolonged duration of time, suddenly reheated and subsequently snapped in two, spilling its contents onto the icy earth (don't ask Seymour how his friend managed to do that. Elliot was weird in ways that Seymour could only guess came from the dude being born in a different dimension). Seymour managed to translate this into 'extreme/sudden climate changes causes a drainage in power.' Awesome.

"We should find someone," Seymour mumbled. "Or at least a bus station. I think they have those in France."

Elliot shrugged again. Seymour noted with irritation that the guy was staring up at the Christmas lights with childlike wonder, showing no sign of being affected by the cold. Granted, Elliot hadn't experienced many holidays on planet Earth and while Seymour kind of felt bad about that (since he, unlike some of the members of the Hive, actually liked holidays), this wasn't the time for holiday cheer.

"Can we focus, man?" Seymour noticed that he was shivering and huddled into himself further. It was at these moments that he really wished he had more meat on his bones. Or that he had a warmer 'villain attire.' Oh, well. It's not like it wasn't his fault or anything. "And how are you not cold?"

Elliot looked over in surprise, tilting his head as if to ask, 'are you kidding?'

Seymour sneered. "Very funny."

Elliot smiled slightly, sticking his tongue out at Seymour before glancing around. A few stragglers walked by, mostly couples or the homeless. Otherwise, there was nothing remotely romantic about the streets of Paris right now. No snow to cover the ground, only frost and cobblestone.

Nothing personal about it.

The pale boy tilted his head (in the opposite direction this time) before, finally, beginning to walk down the street.

"Hey – " Seymour sighed, kicked up his heels and began to jog after his friend. "I really hope you know where you're going, Wykkyd."

Elliot spared the shorter boy another glance, smiling in that way that Seymour knew to interpret as 'don't I always?'

No, he thought to himself this time, continuing with Elliot down the street. Not this time. Neither of us do.

"Jinx?"

Wally honestly didn't know what to think when he walked (yes, walked. It was rare, but it did happen from time to time) into the room. It wasn't as if it was wrecked, certainly. Jinx had way more control than that these days.

But the thing is, it was quiet. Way, way too quiet.

"Hello?" he called out, zipping into the bathroom. "Honey?" Automatically, he winced. Jinx hated it when he called her that. "I'm home," he said weakly, shifting from foot to foot. He'd always wanted to that, but somehow, it didn't feel right.

Finally, he stopped at the bedroom door connected to his own room. Wally would have normally sauntered his way in without hesitation, but right now, he was wary of what might happen if he simply barged in without notice.

"Jinx?"

No response.

Wally took that as a cue to push the door open.

It wasn't often that he saw Jinx being so – well – still. He could only see a head of pink hair poking out from under the blankets as the covers rose and fell slowly. Wally took note that there was a significant lack of Kleenexes in the box before heading over to the bedside

"Um…"

She made no signal that she had heard him besides a twitch of the hair. Wally persisted, sitting down by the edge of the bed and nudging his chin onto the sheets, staring at the general area of where he assumed her face to be.

"Why so tired, beautiful?"

"I'm not." The response was muffled under the blankets, but as if contradicting herself, the blankets curled up even further into a ball. "Just thinking."

Wally raised an eyebrow. "And thinking involves a bed how?"

"Not everyone thinks on speed, Wally."

"Hah. Punny."

There was a slight tremor from the blanket, and Wally guessed that that was Jinx's version of laughing right now.

Wally waited as the steady of sound of breathing continued as before. The sun was still fairly high up, not quite in the west yet. Outside, he could hear the sound of waves and laughter; he assumed that there was some sort of activity going on at the moment with the other Titans. Probably something like volleyball or tetherball, even.

"They're not gone."

That got his attention. "Who?"

"The Hive Five." Jinx almost seemed to flinch when she said their name. "I mean – I know you froze them. I saw. But it doesn't feel like they're gone."

Wally bit his lip. "It's only been three weeks, Jinx. You gotta give it some time."

"Three weeks?" This time, Jinx really did laugh. "Wally, I wouldn't be feeling this paranoid after three weeks of not seeing their faces." There was a pause before she said something so quiet that Wally had to lean forward to hear her. "They hate me now."

"The frozen can't hate." Wally reached out and placed it slowly on the mass of pink hair. After waiting several moments for the hex that never came, Wally assumed that they were to the stage of easy touching. "Jinx, they're not coming back."

They stayed like that for a while, his hand slowly petting her hair while she stewed underneath the blankets. Her hair was greasy, which Wally knew she hated. Jinx hated feeling out of control, out of character. Despised was the word, really. He still didn't move his hand away.

Finally, her hand crawled out from under the covers to grasp at his fingers. "You're right," she said, before kicking the blankets off with her feet and sitting up, smiling at him in that way that made him weak at the knees. Even though her eyes were slightly red around the edges and her hair was messy, Wally still thought she was gorgeous. "I'm being stupid."

"What you're being," he retaliated, "is dirty. You need a shower."

She smirked at him, all traces of previous vulnerability gone. "Let me guess. You want to join me?"

He grinned. "Maybe."

"Better hurry then." Jinx winked before standing up, dropping his hand casually before sauntering (sauntering. Sauntering! That was his thing. She got it from him) out. "I don't take that long to shower."

Needless to say, Wally hurried.