I apologize greatly for the weird spacing. My laptop screwed up everything. It also doesn't have spellcheck so um... yeah there's probably a good amount of mistakes in here.

Kaldur was the leader of the Justice League's covert team. And that meant responsibility Responsibility for what happened to his team members and the responsibility of taking most of the fault when a mission went wrong. After all, a leader was supposed to take care of his team mates and make sure that everything went right. So if anyone slipped up, it was his fault- Even if his entire team told him it wasn't. But Kaldur still felt responsible.

And that responsibility had never weighed heavier than now. Even when Wally broke his arm, or when Robin got kidnapped (although this was pretty much a daily occurence for him so he himself was okay with it) or even when Artemis was placed in a very dangerous undercover mission, the responsibility had never weighed as heavy as it did now. Because they were all chained down and trapped in some sphere things which were controlled by some weirdo and they were all incapitated. And Kaldur had never felt so useless.

The chains that binded him to the bottom of his sphere were nothing- nothing compared to the weight of the responsibility weighing down on him, at least. He had managed to get a couple of hours of sleep at least, even though it was quite a challenge with the chains.

Dreaming wasn't exactly pleasant, but he dare say it was better than the reality which held his body and team mates trapped. Water surrounded him and Kaldur let a small wave of relief wash over him- this was his home territory.

No one on his team knew the water like he did. Although he always felt better in his territory, something was very wrong and he wished, not exactly for the first time, that he could go up to the land. Because whatever was down here was making him feel uneasy and the water felt... disturbing.
Kaldur decided to swim forward, convincing himself he may as well move and see what was around. He didn't recognize this part of the sea- it was definitely sea alright, the coral and sea bed below were a good enough indication, but the bright school of fishes which swam past made him decide that, yes, he was definitely somewhere in the ocean. But he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling and it made his heart clench in worry.

He scanned the area in case he could spot any danger, but nothing made his spider sense tingle. A frown made its way onto his face as he felt something shift and he whirled around, coming face to face with the girl of his dreams (literally).
She smiled sadly at him, but it was a ghostly smile and made him wonder if she (or he) was really there. His worried Atlantean tongue took control, moving quicker than his mind.
"Tula, what is wrong?" He asked, swimming closer to her- he completely ignored the fact that he would've felt her swimming behind him before, but he had to admit he was so enlightened to see her that his emotions took control over his common sense.
"Oh Kaldur, haven't you heard?" Her voice was so sad that he promised himself to do whatever she desired to cheer her up. She did not deserve to have such a sad tone which made his own heart clench in even worse worry.

He shook his head in the gesture of a 'no' in response to her question- he barely heard anything from Atlantis* anymore if he was honest. His life on land consumed so much of his time with the missions that he didn't really keep in contact much. The most recent had to be... Well, on New Years day, which was almost two months ago.
"It's all in ruins." Tula said sadly, her right arm outstretching to gesture to the view behind her. But how did that appear? He swore that beforethere was nothing around him before except for sea-bed, coral which was swaying around lazily below him and schools of fishes.

But there was something there now, in the murky background and practically screamed depressing with its dark mood.
Kaldur narrowed his eyes in and recognized a very familiar object standing proudly. Well, as proudly as a statue can get with seaweed messily tangled around it and bite marks (sharks?) in its raised arm which had once held something familiar to a glorious trident. Wasn't so glorious now, resting alone on the sea bed with one of its tips missing.
A small nudge from a school of fish swimming past soon changed it to be a raised arm which wasn't even attached to the statue anymore- it slowly drifted to the sea floor like a leaf would when it fell from a tree to join the two-headed trident. Kaldur wondered if the name would have to change to something like duodent or something.

And realization hit him harder than any of Black Canary's kicks and punches that she would land on him occassionally. The depressing place in ruins with crumbling statues and two-headed tridents resting on the sea floor was Atlantis.
It was his home.

Kaldur didn't realize he had swam forward, past where Tula had once floated, but when he whirled around to find her she was no longer there. All she left behind was a whisper of words which he barely caught before he fell into darkness.

"It's all in ruins."

Turns out, he didn't really fall into darkness but rather awakened into it. His arms felt stiff and sore and he attempted to waver them around uselessly to try and loosen up his muscles. It was really all he could attempt- the chains allowed his wrists to move no higher than his leg biceps.
He stared at the black swirl on his arms, and then they were no longer black. For less than a second, they were a bright brilliant blue. A very comforting and very familiar water-looking blue.

But then the water washed away, fading back to its usual tattoo looking black. He stared thoughtfully at his arms, hoping they would light up again and wrap his arms in the comforting look of blue. But they stubbornly remained black and Kaldur began to doubt himself. The dream could be messing with his head, but he swore he saw his water-bearer markings light up.
After all, his eyes still hurt from the sudden light. When he closed his eyes, he could still see the faint lightning of the blue. But what did it mean? Was the Gamemaker trying to mess with his head? Or.. Or maybe it was a fault. Maybe, just maybe, the powers which the Gamemaker held had faulted and allowed Kaldur's to somehow work.

But he hadn't activated his water-bearers... so how? Maybe the Gamemaker was just showing that he had power over their own powers, but doubt clouded over that thought. He really wasn't sure what he thought about it, but he knew it definitely deserved some thought into it. Maybe if he could somehow converse to his team mates and he could voice what happened...
Eventually, after what felt like an hour, the lights around them began to brighten up. He studied each of his team mates, assessing who looked like they had taken the opportunity to sleep and who hadn't.

Artemis seemed to look like she had, but not much, judging by the small circles under her eyes. Wally had clearly not been able to sleep as he looked absolutely drained and the wound in his leg was looking, well, ugly. Robin... Well, he wasn't too sure- he could have absolutely no sleep for two days and still look fine. Conner had seemed to be able, as well as Raquel. Which just left Zatanna and M'gann to follow Wally's path of a sleepless 'night'. Kaldur understood why all three of them hadn't managed to sleep and the worry began to slither its way back around his heart.

But sleep wasn't the main concern- staying alive was. They needed to regroup and bust their way out of here. No use waiting for the League to find them- it could be to late then, even with the World's Greatest Detective searching. It was up to them to bust themselves out.
"Ah, I see you're all awaking. Well, a couple of you anyway. Some of you didn't even sleep, am I right? Of course I am! I hoped those that did sleep had some horrible dreams and had bed bugs biting them... Oh wait, there are no beds!"

As a menacing laughter filled the room, the Team all assessed each other, trying to figure out what Kaldur already had. Who had slept and who had not. Everyone's eyes lingered on Zatanna and Wally, to which both of them ignored. Wally seemed perfectly content to stare at the white tiled floor beneath him and Zatanna seemed to find an interest in the grey ceiling above.

"Now, it's breakfast time! But unfortunately, there's only limited food for you. So how about those who competed already should have the honours of eating?"
Artemis came to the same conclusion as Kaldur and let out a constant stream of protests, her mouth clearly forming 'No's!' as she jumped up. The Gamemaker's voice boomed over, "No? You don't appreciate my gratitude?" Artemis quickly seemed to recover, calmly saying some words to which Kaldur couldn't read on her lips. She seemed to pause like she was contemplating something, and her eyes flitted over to Wally and looked over his leg briefly. She turned back to staring somewhat at the ceiling and Kaldur guessed she was directing her words to a camera which was dangling from the roof. She spoke, her body language rigid and tensed.

"Hm... Well, it is no loss to me. Fine, you can have your wish since you are a victor."

And that was all that was said before something began to materialize before him- food. It was food. But... how? The Gamemaker had said... And then Kaldur looked at Artemis and noticed there was nothing in front of her. He frowned at her and she smiled and shrugged which sent off the impression from her that it was totally okay.
The conclusion was that those who had not competed were more likely to compete and needed all the energy they could get. And so, in result, Artemis had given out her food. Kaldur glanced at his plate and noticed that it only took up a quater of the plate- three quaters of the plate remained untouched. He glanced around, noticing that Conner had a full plate, as well as Wally and Zatanna. All the others who had not competed had a quater on their plate too- a quater taken from Artemis's food.
Each non-competitor had a different look on their face. Gratitude, guilt and even a bit of repulsion covered the faces of the others- each one looking at Artemis, figuring out what Kaldur had. Artemis had given up her food to allow the others to eat.

Kaldur tossed up his options, and with one more glance at Artemis, he moved as much as he could towards the food. The Gamemaker had at least a bit of courtesy and had placed Kaldur's food tray a bit lower so that he could still reach it, even with the chains binding his wrists.
Kaldur had looked up to see Wally looking wistfully at the food infront of him then down to glare at his leg like he was challenging it to a death tournament or something. And that's when it clicked: Wally couldn't move his leg, and therefore couldn't reach the food which was on the opposite end of the sphere.

Kaldur watched with concern (because Wally needed that food) as he bit into his own meal. An idea seemed to hit the red haired teen as he lifted his legs, turning slowly to make his back face the food. His wounded leg outstretched whilst his uninjured tucked in, resting to his chest.
Slowly, Wally pushed himself backwards with his arms and seemed extra cautious as to not bumping his leg. He got a bit clumsy, jarring his leg once as he neared the food. By that time, everyone had finished their meals and were all looking at Wally as he attempted to reach his food.

Kaldur's attention had wavered over to the camera which stared down at them, almost completely invisible- the only give away being a small blinking red light near the lens.
His bright eyes skimmed back over to Wally who was eating like... well, eating like Wally. Kaldur wished he could say he was used to it, but he still really wasn't. How one managed to eat so disturbingly was just mind-blowing.
Everyone was tense, looking around. There had to be a way out- there had to be a fault. After all, Kaldur himself had experienced a fault- there had to be more.
This guy must've used up a heck of a lot of money to create the entire set-up, and because this was a bad guy... laziness had to have been made somewhere. Fault must be somewhere. If they could just group up again...
"Alright, I believe-"
The Gamemaker cut off and everyone looked around in confusion. All eyes landed curiously on Wally as he mouthed words to which only the Gamemaker could hear.
"No, there's no way-"
Another cut off from the Gamemaker and some more mouthed words from Wally.
"The spheres make it impossible-"
More mouthed words and this time when speaking, Wally had looked over at his team mates with a sheepish smile on his mouth, but determination sparking brightly within his green eyes. And knowing Wally, he was saying something so stupid that it was probably going to go bite him back in the ankles later.
"No! That is enough! You do not need to go to the bathroom! It is -"
Another pause.
"Seriously, just shut up!" The Gamemaker snapped. Wally just poked out his tongue, but a satisfied smile grew on his face. Kaldur got it- this guy liked control. If anyone questioned him or persisted on something, the guy snapped. Kaldur met Wally's eyes and had to smile, because now at least they knew this guy a bit better. That seemed to be Wally's goal. Or maybe he really did just need to go to the toilet. It was kind of hard to tell with the speedster.
"Right, on with the show," The tone was harsh and they heard a long exhale through the speakers, "Time to pick our next contestants!"

And just like that, the lights dimmed once again and the spheres began to light up with their planned colours. At first it was like going in a car or a rollercoaster (Kaldur had learnt that rollercoasters really weren't all that fun when the Team had convinced him to go on some spooky coaster and he ended up attacking everything that popped up surprisingly) at a high speed and watching the lights streak past. It was dizzying and made Kaldur sway slightly from side to side before they slowly began to stop.
And the lights stopped on him.
"Our third competitor- Fish Sticks... Er, Aquamad. Aquakad. Aqualad. Whatever."

The chains slowly began to slip off, falling to the bottom of the sphere with the chains swinging against each other. He watched as they pixelated and disappeared, and barely had the time to stretch his arms before he was being lifted up by some unvisible rope, leaving Kaldur dangling above the others.
"And now, let's see who Fish Boy over here will be playing for!"

And Kaldur then got a glimpse of the annoyance which Wally must feel towards those who got his superhero name wrong.
Watching from above, the spheres lit up below him and formed some sort of blurry circle around him. The colours died down to rest into one of a bright, almost transparent, green. It was M'gann's.

A small spark ignited itself in the back of Kaldur's brain, but he snuffed the flame out. He needed to focus on the current situation- he could worry about the aftermath actions later.
Without warning, whatever what was holding him up suddenly let go and he was falling from the ceiling. He watched helplessly with wide eyes as the floor began to rise up to him, but just when Kaldur thought that he was going to be used as some bouncy ball thing, the floor parted and he fell through the gap, slowly rising to the top of the sphere, caused from the speed of which he fell.

Kaldur braced himself for a heavy impact, but was surprised when there was only a slight bounce before he realized that he had splashed into shallow beach waters. The shore line was in view, covered with lush green trees which held onto coconuts and bananas.
He looked around, but there was only the deep water behind him and the apparently isolated island which looked pretty deserted. There were no signs of any other spheres- no signs of M'gann.

"Now let's get this challenge going!"

The sphere suddenly popped like a bubble, the shiny drops of moisture falling around him and landing in the water. Kaldur had only just sunk enough for his feet to sink into the pearly white sand below the clear waters before the world in front of him flared up in red and yellow.
The island was no longer covered in green trees like when he had first arrived in the arena, but rather the bright colours of red and yellow. Smoke assualted his nose and mouth and he coughed harshly. How the island caught on fire wasn't clear... but then again, nothing really was. The waves felt... uneasy. Restless. But they looked calm and smooth.

"I suppose I may as well tell you what's happening," A voice boomed, sounding bored, "Your little E.T friend is somewhere in this arena. I understand that she isn't exactly fireproof, so I suggest you go get her, Gill Boy. Your time limit is an hour. Best get moving."

And when there was a soft click Kaldur knew he was alone once more. Miss Martian wasn't fireproof- and neither was he. Any lick of flame would send Kaldur into a world of dizzyness and he really tried to stay away from any fire.
But Miss Martian was in there- it wasn't about him. It was about Miss Martian. Besides, if he won this... No, he needed to focus. No need to focus on distractions which might not even happen if he didn't get his head screwed on properly to save a team mate and win this.

Kaldur had nothing to battle the roaring flames with. His water bearers were confiscated and he had no control over the water by other means. Water against the flames would definitely be handy, but this time he'd have to battle a flame without the aid of water.
Which probably wasn't a great move but it was the only move he could play. His left leg finally willed itself forward and just like that, his right leg followed and he was running straight into the flames. There was a small gap in the fire and he went through it, already feeling sweat roll down his forehead. But he couldn't focus on that. He needed to push through and find M'gann.

Kaldur knew he didn't have a lot of time. Eventually he would succumb to the heat and M'gann would succumb even quicker. The flames roared, attempting to lick at him as he ran through the thick shrubbery Roots proved a challenge as he was constantly tripping over them and threatening to fall. Cuts opened up on his face as sharp branches slapped his cheeks, stinging sharply as the wind and smoke whipped at him.
But he didn't stop- he wouldn't stop. Not now. He came to a red and orange flaming clearing and stepped closer, inspecting the surrounding clearing. He had to be near the middle of the island by now and there was no sign of M'gann anywhere.

His feet propelled him forward and he was once again running, going in the same direction as before. He needed to know how far this island stretched back. Wishing there was a timer or something somewhere, Kaldur began to wonder just how much time he had wasted. Not that much probably, but he needed to win this. If he did, the chance of escaping would become much larger and minimize the time until they all bust their way out of here and take this weirdo down.

The energy he had was leaking away from his body quickly and Kaldur knew that the flames would soon become very critical if he didn't run away from them. But he ran into them instead, sweat rushing down his face and into his view as they dropped off his eyelashes. At one point he nearly tripped into a small fire as a root withered its way below his feet.

Kaldur didn't know how long he had been running and searching, but his running came to an abrupt ending as he was forced to his knees from an electrical current painfully making its way around his body.
Kaldur looked up, his fingers on the ground digging into the earth harshly like he was searching for some sort of anchor to distance himself away from the pain. He looked up weakly, seeing what he couldn't before.

The arena looked endless- there was still some sort of plain beyond it. But the ending of the arena was right there, shocking those with painful electricity if anyone tried to meet with it. Kaldur frowned at it, thinking. The arena had to end somewhere- especially if this guy was no magician to make it endless (which he sure as hell didn't seem to be.) And this had to be it. This had to be the end of the arena.
But how far out did the endings go on the other sections? He didn't have enough time to check as his time was shortened.

"Ah, it seems you've reached the end! And for that, your prize is a fifteen minute time deduction! You stand on twenty two minutes left!"

He still had to find M'gann. Besides, if his plan worked, then he could communicate to the others and order them to see just how far the boundaries went. They needed to get a grasp of the situation around them and make do with it. They could at least start off by assessing the idea of the arena and what it was like- was it one big arena or were there multiple arenas for different challenges? But he couldn't do all of that without finding M'gann.

Setting off once again, Kaldur raced down through the flames. He was stumbling repeatably and he felt the flames licking at him, sucking him in to their dangerous colours. He wasn't sure if he could survive much longer with the fire around him.

With seven minutes remaining, Kaldur was sure he had scoured through the north, west, east and south of the island. He didn't have enough time to check the inbetween bits and he was at loss. His breaths came out short and rapid and the sweat which rolled off him was beginning to get frustrating. He couldn't find the energy to run around again- he was tripping as he was simply walking, the world doubling in his vision.

A flame had creeped its way up his pant leg and he rushed to put it out. He batted down the flames, sighing as he noticed the holes in his pants. Not much he could do about it, but it was still a bit annoying to see the crispy burns at his pant legs. Some burns had made their way onto his leg and stung like one of those poisonous jelly fish which lingered around the ocean.

Kaldur groaned, unsure of what to do now. He was failing his challenge and then his plan would go to waste. There was nothing he could do about it. He felt helpless and useless. If he couldn't even save one teammate, how was he supposed to save his whole team?

Eventually he found himself at the edge of the treeline, batting down another flame as it began to creep up the other pant leg which wasn't burned. The waves reassured him, even if they still looked disturbing to him. Hey, he'd rather go for disturbing waters rather than run into an island of flames. His legs were wobbling, threatening to buckle and topple him straight over to land face-first in the sand. Which would just be embarrassing.

He pushed through, his feet eventually finding the area where the waves would reach up to the shore. His toes curled at the feeling and in the next second he was completely submerged, the burns easing down as he bopped his head under. He always preferred thinking under the sea- it was calming and peaceful and there was barely any distractions.

But there was no calmness or peacefulness. He still hadn't found M'gann, and he only had what? Five minutes?
And that's when a thought lit itself up in his mind and he was propelling himself forward, his legs kicking through the water as fast as he could. When he deemed he was deep enough, he took a look around. The only thing surrounding him was water, and bit of visible sea bed which rested on a higher plain that the other areas.

Calculating his next move, Kaldur swam near the bottom to rest his feet on the bit of visible sea bed. Dark murky water surrounded him but he had no trouble finding what he was looking for.
M'gann couldn't be found on the flaming island because she wasn't on the island. She was under it, trapped within her sphere on the fake sea bed.
He quickly swam towards her, her eyes locking onto his with relief. All anger, worry and distress disappeared from her eyes as she seemed to figure that yes, he was real and swimming towards her rapidly. Apparently, she had been doubtful of being found at all, judging from the emotions showing in her eyes before hand.

The sphere was no different to the ones from above the arena (what could they call it? The waiting room or something?). Kaldur put his gilled hand on it and instantly it pixelated and dissolved, showing no trace it was ever there as it sunk into the sea bed. M'gann smiled and then frowned with panic. She looked at him desperately and Kaldur was unsure of what was happening. What was she trying to tell him?

And then he noticed (god, that smoke really must've gotten into him because he should've guessed sooner) that she wasn't in her gilled mermaid form and had began to gesture to her legs. The Gamemaker must've prevented the ability of M'gann changing form.

He quickly grabbed onto her waist from behind, kicking upwards frantically. She seemed to relax slightly, small bubbles escaping her mouth as she breathed out slowly though slightly gapped lips. The dark waters became clearer, the distressing and uneasy feeling from the waters disappearing slightly as he swam closer to the appearing surface.

Finally, they broke out of the water with M'gann breathing heavily. He helped her to the shore and smiled at her reassuringly as she collapsed on the sand. There was no need to explain the reason of what happened back there. They both knew who to put blame on.
"I think we passed,"

"You think?"

"Unfortunately, the Fish Boy thinks right. You have won this challenge. Enjoy your... rewards," The Gamemaker admitted sourly.

The space in front of Kaldur seemed to ripple, and Kaldur could see some blurry sort of grey appear. The blurriness disappeared and his water bearers dropped from their invisible air ledge and dropped unceremoniously onto the pearly white sand which was just out of reach from the waves which lapped behind them.
"Actually, I would like to ask to trade," Kaldur announced to the sky.

"Trade? Why would you trade? This is what your heart desires in battle, your most powerful weapon." The Gamemaker sounded confused at the mere prospect of trading prizes. Clearly, he had not prepared himself for such a request.

"My heart desires my team mates in battle. And so, I request that Miss Martian's powers are granted back to her instead of my own reward,"
"You would give up your reward for some one else's reward?"

"Yes. I request that she has her powers as long as I would have my own rewards for."

"You are requesting an awful lot, Fish Sticks. You may regret that later," The Gamemaker warned, but his voice sounded anything but pitiful, "None the less, it's not my reward. All I care about is challenging you brats. Seemed I didn't challenge you enough, but what's a trial without error? I suppose I can always amp it up for the next challenge."

The water bearers pixelated like M'gann's sphere had done at his touch and they, too, disappeared into the ground. Kaldur only just noticed that the flames had completely disappeared.
But nothing was burnt. The trees were luscious and vibrant and swayed in a soft breeze which trickled through Kaldur's body. There were no signs of a fire. He looked down at his leg, but the burn was still there and so were the bottoms of the burnt pants.

"Miss Martian?" Kaldur turned his attention back to her now standing figure- the Gamemaker had probably already started the timer. They needed to do this quickly.

Miss Martian nodded and smiled,
'Link Established.'

'Nice one, Kal!' Robin congratulated on the small but clever idea.

'Awesome, we can finally talk!' Zatanna's voice chimed up.

'And by 'we' you mean I?' Raquel commented, to which Zatanna replied with a 'Well...yeah'

'Enough, we need to discuss our plan. I found one of the boundaries to this arena, ruling out possibilities that the arena is endless,' Kaldur's voice turned to Leader mode and instantly everyone shutted up to listen to him.

'The challenges will only get harder and we need to get out of here as soon as possible. I do not know who will be chosen next, but we need to work together. Miss Martian, we need him to think we have not established a mental link,'

M'gann then smiled and nodded at Kaldur, waving her hand as she levitated a few things around to look like she was messing around with her other powers and not linking up a mind link.
She continued as they spoke.

'So what, we just run around and find all the barries and hope we somehow find a weak point? The creepy guy will suspect us by then!' Wally's tone was light-hearted, but Kaldur knew that the speedster was a bit distressed.

'KF's right. We need to be discreet- not creet. All of us 'accidentally' hitting the ends will definitely raise a few death points towards us. But.. I think our best chance is this whole awards thing, right?' Robin piped u[/

'So, all we need to do is keep winning? Exchange our prizes to gain what we really need?' Artemis asked.

'Which would be?' Conner questioned.

'Rob's computer would come in handy, right? He can practically hack into anything and this place seems to thrive with things to hack,' Wally's voice thrived with positivity.

"Indeed. Right now, our biggest advantage is M'gann's telepathy. We need to discover this chink in the armour and we have to take advantage of it. But until then, we're still going to have to go along,' Kaldur ordered, 'He cannot suspect us and our plan. Until then, we just need to wait until the next challenge.'

'What should we exchange for?' Zatanna asked.

'If we can, M'gann's telepathy. Hopefully the person challenged would have discovered something else to enlighten the situation. If not available, our next best is Robin. Understood?'

'Clearly.' Came the chorus from his team mates before Kaldur felt the mind link unestablish. Things which were once levitating dropped to the floor, some bananas definitely going to show some bruise spots as they landed heavily.

Their reward time was up. Spheres made themselves close up around the pair before lifting up. When Kaldur looked down to see if he could still see the white pearly sand, all he could see was black.

And now, all they had to do was wait until the next challenge.

5,555 words exactly! Woo! Something is very wrong with my spacing though, which is super annoying.

Let me clear this up. The reason the challenge was so easy is because this chapter was not made to focus on it. The last two chapters have been about the challenges and I needed to make progress with the storyline (hence the whole award section) and I decided to dwell into Kaldur's point of view too- because seriously, the poor guy is watching helplessly as his team mates are challenged and injured and beating each other up.
So before anyone points it how easy the challenge was, it's because I wasn't intending to focus the chapter on it. Mind you, this challenge certainly wasn't easy for Kaldur.

In other news::
So... YJ is cancelled.
And I'm in ruins, just like Kal's dream. So not whelmed. There is a chance though... We need to raise our views by thousands, at least. It's a big goal and honestly I don't think we'll achieve it... but prove me wrong. Record, buy toys, buy the episodes on iTunes. C'mon guys, we can do this. Legacy is nearly here, right?
Make sure that it's not cancelled!
Also, the ruins thing in Kal's dream was a nod to the very heart-wrenching episode- Fix.
Reviews lacked last chapter and honestly I'm not that surprised with it, but I hope this somewhat long chapter makes up and gets some more reviews? ^^ Then again I'm going to look back at this in the morning and be like: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING. Seriously, it happens every time.
Believe me, Wally and a bit of Rob (maybe) will be in the next chapter. I miss them too much.
So there's my stupidly long A/N so um... yeah. Review? ^^

-I'msureyouallknowmynamenow. (y'know what, eff you laptop.)