Beetle and the Blonde
(disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. It all belongs to DC)

A/N: So this will be my WonderBeetle drabble dump/oneshot collection from now on. It would range to all sorts of fics, like drama/comedy/fluff/wakingupinbedtogether/kidfic/futurefic blah blah. Possibilities are endless. I would try to make twoshots every now and then.

Title: Interruption

Rating: K plus, nothing bad. Just to be safe.

Warnings: Nyan Cat Hatred?

Word Count: Around 1,300 Words

Setting and Other Notes: Pre-Salvage. Mount Justice. I'm guessing Jaime told Brenda and Paco his identity by this time.

Summary: It was times like these that Jaime wished he could just pull the Scarab out of his spine.

"I'm just sayin'," Paco said from the other side of Jaime's cellphone, "it would be pretty cool if Batman had his own theme song. You know, like Pink Panther, with the 'du-dun, du-dun, du-duh-du-dun-dah-dun-dah-dun-"

Your 'friend' is a fool. Why do you continue associating with such a-

"Shut up!" Jaime screamed at himself. He just knew that one day, this Scarab is going to cause him a lot of misery. He heard the silence from his best friend, "Lo siento. Having another Scarab moment." He heard him sigh in relief and continued with their conversation, "Paco, I met the Batman already. I know we all joked about him before, but he really is terrifying. There is a huge chance that he knows what we are talking about and I would get in trouble for it later." He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "How on earth did we even get here? All I wanted to know was today's Bio homework. Is that too much, ese?"

"Yeah, kinda is." Then Jaime heard Brenda screaming from what seemed like a distance. Paco snickered, "Gotta go. Oh, you should definitely search the Nyan Cat. Good inspiration. We'll start with the tune tomorrow, okay? Then we fanmail it to the Bats and-"

Jaime snapped his phone. He swore that Paco has a bigger chance of killing him compared to all the other villains he fought before. Still, he better search this 'Nyan Cat' or else he would complain. He googled it and saw this weird thumbnail of a cat. Man, that was a lot of views, must be it he reasoned. He moved his mouse and clicked play.

The music began to play. It sounded something not even Milagro would listen to. He stared at the screen. That thing. What…what was it? He then stared down at the views. Roughly a hundred fifty million hits. Who on earth could even stand this? He didn't even last for a minute.

That…what kind of an abomination is that? Can it even be destroyed? Because it would be best for an annoying creature like that to be destroyed.

For the first time in his life, he agreed with the Scarab. He wanted to destroy the thing. That had to be the worst video he has ever seen. Who on earth would want to watch a cat – could it even be called a cat? It has a pop tart for a body – flying in space, pooping a rainbow, and going 'meowmeowmeow' for the entire trip? That song, ugh, that must be the worst song ever.

"Oh my gosh!" Cassie squealed as she entered the living room.

He turned around to greet her, "Hola Cas-" but was pushed away rather harshly from the computer. He landed wrongly on his right shoulder and groaned. Ouch, that did not feel nice at all. He rubbed it as he got up, "Nice seeing you." He mumbled.

The blond seemed oblivious to the boy's pain and was busy 'fan-girling', as Wonder Woman would say, over the computer. She pointed to the flying cat with the biggest grin he had ever seen, "I can't believe you're watching the Nyan Cat! This was my favorite video when I was kid!"

"Yeah, can't believe I'm watching it too." He observed her reaction. Wow, he knew that Cassie was a very giddy girl, but never did he know that happiness can make a person seem…drunk? The way she was laughing over such a stupid video made him worried. "What do you see in this video? I can't get it."

She then gave a horrible gasp as if he were the demon. Jaime tensed a bit. Uh oh. What did he say wrong? She then shook her head in disappointment. "Jaime, are you one of them?"

He scratched the back of his head, "¿Q-que? Cassie, you're kinda scaring me."

She sighed and looked away from him, "And here I thought you were a cool guy."

"Oh, come on Cas-" He tried to defend himself.

"No." She held her hand out, telling him to stop, "You just lost your privilege to call me that."

He felt his face flush. He was so confused. What was she talking about? "I don't even know what you're talking about Cassie." His voice was soft.

"You're a nyan cat hater, aren't you?" If this had been said by anyone else, he would have laughed. But Cassie's tone made his skin crawl. It sounded like she was ready to kill. Sure, the cat was annoying, but he didn't exactly hate it.

But you just said that you would like to destroy it.

"¡Callate! You're not helping me." He told the Scarab. Or to Cassie, it looked like he was screaming at himself.

"Look, you could talk to your imaginary friends all you want, but you're dealing with me. And all I want is an honest answer." She cracked her knuckles, glaring at him in the process.

He gulped and tried to break away from her gaze, but he was too scared to do so. "I don't necessarily hate it. I just don't like it, okay?" He said quickly and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he heard a giggle. He opened his eyes and saw Cassie trying to hold in a smile. She lost though and began laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh gods." She was on the floor, "You looked like you were going to pee yourself!" She then snorted. She stopped and covered her mouth. There was a sudden silence between them. She looked at Jaime and turned as red as a tomato.

It was Jaime's turn to laugh. He fell on his knees and couldn't stop. Cassie pouted, "J-jeez. It was not that funny."

He tried to recover, but a big smile was still plastered on his face, "S-sorry. I just found it-" He stopped himself before he said cute. He cleared his throat, his face feeling warm again, "I just like the sound of it."

She rolled her eyes, but she was back to her smiling self, "Of course you did." She then looked back at the screen, "So why were you looking at the Nyan Cat?"

"Oh, it's another Paco thing." He shrugged, "He thinks Batman should have a theme song and that the Nyan Cat would be a 'perfect' source of inspiration."

"What could you get with a nyah?" Cassie asked, "Nyah is associated with cats. Maybe if we go with na."

"So what? His theme song would go like 'nanananana-'"

"Batman!" Cassie quickly added. They looked at each other for a moment. It was so wrong…yet it was so right. It actually made sense. They began to laugh again. After a while, he looked at her and noticed just how amazing she was. She was literally beaming. He could just take a photo of this moment and keep it to warm him up whenever he had a bad day.

"Hey, Jaime. Whatcha starin' at?" Cassie gave him a curious look.

Crap. He caught her.

Detecting high levels of hormones. If this girl discovers it, your life can be threatened. Initiating sonic cannon-

"No!" He said rather harshly, then noticed Cassie's uncomfortable glance, "I-I mean, nothing. I was just thinking about something."

You were thinking about her.

It took all his willpower to ignore the Scarab. Cassie frowned, "Sorry to disturb it then." Her cellphone began to beep. "Gotta meet Wonder Woman. Bye." Though her tone sounded softer than usual. He was not sure if he imagined it, but there was a layer of hurt in between it. She walked towards the Zeta Beam and was gone.

Is something wrong?

"Nope. Just ruining a potential relationship with a girl whom I really like, that's all."

…Is that something bad?

He groaned and went back to his Biology homework, "Yes." His voice had an icy edge towards it, "Now do me a favor and leave me alone." And with that, he shut out the Scarab's voice for the rest of the day.

End Notes: Yeah, I had no idea how to wrap this up. It all just came up to me spontaneously. Sorry for crap ending :l

And I believe that by 2016, the Nyan Cat could have that many views o3o (It's on YouTube if you haven't seen it)

EDITED ON 7/15/2012 (Thanks to Brock's Geodude for pointing out my mistakes, this is what I get for writing at eleven P.M.)