Summary: Okay, so I noticed in the movie that Zoom had a tattoo. So I made this story. It's going to be a two-shot. Kind of dramatic, but I had just finished watching my soap operas when I wrote this, so give me a break.

"Zoom!" she screamed. I groaned. Is it so wrong that I want just one minute alone with my girlfriend? Just one?

"WHAT?!" I yelled back. We were hiding out where the cameras couldn't get to us (Marksman called it the "tripped-up electrical panel.") so Larraby wouldn't come in to ruin our moment. Unfortunately, Daravia could.

"Be nice," Ace whispered.

"But she's annoying!" I whined.

"Yeah, and she's also saved your butt on numerous occasions. If you piss her off she might not be around next time," Ace pointed out.

"I don't need her help. So she can jump high! Big deal! I'll have you around to fly up and catch me," I countered. She smiled but shook her head.

"Come on. If she tries to karate chop you, I'm sure you can run away fast enough," she laughed. I gave in – of course – and we went into the training room where Daravia was breaking the random objects that Grant threw at her in one swift kick.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I was thinking," she started. She kicked a foot thick piece of metal in half then signaled for a stop. "I was thinking," she started again.

"Wow, shocker there. Didn't know you had the tools to do that," I said. She glared at me and Ace flicked my ear.

"What would you wussies say if I asked you to get tattoos with me?" she asked.

"Tattoos?" Ace asked. I could tell from her voice that she did not want a tattoo.

"Yeah. I mean, this is basically a military base, why not get the tattoos to go along with it?" she asked.

"Military people have tattoos?" I asked.

"Duh. I asked every one of the tools that come to watch us and they all have tats. So why not us?"

"I don't know. Aren't they…you know…dangerous?" Ace asked.

"You just destroyed a homicidal robot the size of the Empire State Building with no one to help you except this ignoramus and you're telling me you're too chicken to get a tattoo?" Daravia taunted.

"Hey. Back off," I said, jumping in.

"Back off of what? What did Daravia do this time?" a voice from behind me asked. I looked and saw my brother, Connor, walking towards us with Marksman.

"Get bent," Daravia shot at Connor but she was smiling. Those two had been flirting with each other for years. I didn't get why they hadn't gone out yet.

"Something about tattoos," Marksman answered. Connor gave him a look.

"Do you know how annoying your stupid 'Mind Sight' is? Besides, I thought it just allowed you to see stuff, not hear stuff," Connor said.

"It can. I saw Daravia designing a tattoo earlier. I was just waiting for her to say something," Marksman explained. "And at least being a know-it-all isn't as annoying as being a jerk-off," Marksman said to Connor.

"Shut-up Marksman," Daravia said.

"Why don't you all shut-up? Look, I don't care either way. We should make the decision and get the tattoos soon though because Larraby will be here by tomorrow afternoon and I've got this feeling he will not be okay with the tattoos," I cut in. Everyone nodded in agreement except Ace. I put my arm around her. "You don't have to if you don't want to," I whispered to her. She shook her head.

"No. I want to," she said.

"Then it's decided. We'll sneak out at 8 o'clock sharp. No stragglers, you hear me?" Daravia ordered. We all nodded and walked off. "GO!" Daravia shouted to Grant.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

"None of your business," she snapped. "GO!" A car was thrown at her and she kicked in half. "Is that all you've got?"

"You're gonna give yourself an ulcer one of these days," Connor remarked. Ace and I walked out but when I turned around for a second I saw that Daravia had kicked the next object at Connor (a pick-up truck). He concussed it back at her and she kicked it in half. They smiled at each other. In the beginning, they freaked me out but I figure they're perfect for each other.

He's the only one is willing to take her bullshit but at the same time is the only one who she'll listen to when she's being to much of a jerk. It all works out.

"Okay, so here are my designs," Daravia said, handing me a notebook. I saw a few very lame designs but I finally saw one that wasn't half bad. There was a huge ZP in the middle, the Z being red and the P was purple. I guessed it stood for Zenith Program. A gold circle surrounded it and around that were green, gold, and blue bands. It was actually pretty neat looking.

"I like this one," I said. Ace nodded. We passed the picture around.

"Okay, that's the one. Marksman, can you drive any faster?" Daravia said.

"You try driving this thing! It's impossible!" he complained.

"Chill Daravia," Connor said from the spot he was lounging. He always seemed to be lounging on something. I swear, the boy thinks he's James Dean.

"We're almost there," Ace whispered. I put my arms around her. It weirded me out a good amount when she was like this. I mean, she's Ace. She's good at everything, she's not afraid of anything. So when she is afraid? Just a little scary.

"You know we're going to attract a lot of attention," Marksman pointed out.

"Do I look like I care?" Daravia asked. I heard Connor chuckle in the corner. We all got out of the space ship and followed Daravia to the tattoo artist. "We'd like this design on each of us," she said. The guy nodded. Marksman sat down first and so it began.

"Where should I get mine?" Ace asked.

"Probably on your arm. Somewhere where it's not to near a bone because that hurts more," Connor said to her. She nodded.

"Where are you getting yours?" Ace asked Daravia.

"My lower back," she said. "I think it would look cool there." Everyone had gone before us.

"I'm going to go stop to find some stuff. Connor come with," Daravia said, pulling his arm. Marksman had wandered off a while ago. Ace was in the middle of getting her tattoo. She was holding my hand.

"My name is Alexis," she said. I looked at her.


"My name. My real name is Alexis."

"Oh…that seems to fits you," I said. It did.

"I hate it though. My parents…they ditched me. I was all too happy to be renamed Ace," she said.

"Jack. I like Zoom better. My father named me and he wasn't exactly loving. Concussion is really Connor. He likes his name though, because our mom named him," I said. She nodded.

"All done," the tattoo artist said. Something occurred to me.

"Did the others pay for their tattoos?" I asked. He nodded. Good. Leaving me to pay for the tattoos is something Daravia would definitely do.

I sat down and gestured to my arm. He got to work. It hurt, but I'd endured worse. Guess how we found out Connor was special? He got pissed and gave me a concussion with his sonic blasts. Oh yeah, that hurt like hell.

Ace kept looking at her tattoo.

"It looks fine," I said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Completely. You look hot," I said, smiling. She blushed.

"Thanks." I realized something right then. We had no lives. Ace was the only girl I'd ever really liked and would probably ever meet. I thought about it. Would it be so bad to spend the rest of my life with her?

One part of me said yes. One part of me wanted to see the world, meet more girls. I wanted to do the whole "college life" thing. I wanted to have a Spring Fling.

There was another part though, a slightly louder part. It was telling me that Ace was probably the only girl who could put up with me without coming off as a pushover. Ace was my girl and I was her guy. It really was that simple.

"Done." I looked up. Already? Wow, apparently the pain from Connor was worse than I remembered. I'll have to talk to him about that…

"Can I get another one?" I asked.

"Of what?" he asked. I looked over at Ace. She looked at me quizzingly.

"I want it to say Ace," I said. Ace smiled and started to draw really quickly. She drew her name in huge letters with wings attached.

"Okee-dokee," he said and got to work. She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. She shot up straight all of a sudden and started drawing on Daravia's notebook.

"When he's done, I want this one on my lower back," she said. She held up the notebook and I saw my design. Zoom written in big, yellow letters. She smiled. I smiled back.


I couldn't believe it. Marksman had a feeling about the Gamma radiation. Of course, no one listened to us and now look what happened. Marksman was dead, killed by Connor. My own brother. I couldn't stand it.

"ZOOM!" Ace shouted. I looked over at her. We had been hiding somewhere so Connor couldn't find us. "Daravia is dead." I saw a tear slide down her cheek. I jumped up and ran over to her, holding her. "It's all over the news. Look," she said. She turned on the T.V.

"We have some footage taken from the incident," the reporter was saying. I saw Connor appear on the screen, ripping down a building. Daravia came up out of nowhere and kicked him back. Connor started yelling at her.

"What is she saying?" the cameraperson muttered. I could hear him fine.

"I don't want to hurt you Daravia!" Connor yelled.

"Then stop!"

"NO! They destroyed us! The scientists! They're controlling our lives! How long do you think you're going to last with all that Gamma radiation in you? Not long! I heard Larraby say that it could kill us early. Marksman knew and he didn't care! They're going to kill us all!" Connor was yelling.

"You don't have to do this! Just, come back!" she pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you," I heard her say a bit quieter.

"NO!" He concussed her and moved towards the building. A big truck came flying at him and hit the back of his head. He fell but quickly got up and turned around.

"I said I didn't want to, I didn't say I wouldn't," Daravia said. They fought. Neither of them were out for the kill, just enough to maim. But Connor didn't know his own strength. He hit her too hard and…she fell. Ace buried her head into my shoulder.

"Daravia," I saw him mouth. Was he going to stop…? No. He concussed the building quickly, then disappeared.

"I can't!" Ace yelled. She turned off the T.V. "What are we going to do? He'll be coming for the two of us, I know it," she said.

"We'll figure something out," I told her. "It's all we can do."

I woke up that night from a bad dream. "Ace? Are you awake, because I'd like to talk to you," I whispered. I reached my hand and grabbed…nothing. "Shit." I knew where she had gone.

I ran back to Area 52 to find it in ruins. Fires everywhere, a few bodies too. No sign of Connor or Ace. I heard a moan.

"Zoom? Is that you?" a voice whispered. I looked around to find Grant lying on the floor. I picked him up.

"Where's Ace?"

"She was fighting Connor in the radiation room," he said. I dropped him and ran to find her. That room was an even bigger mess. It wasn't even a room anymore seeming as all the walls had been knocked down. I looked around and spotted something yellow out of the corner of my eyes. I looked and there was my name. I raced over and threw pieces of metal off of Ace.

"I've got a concussion," she said.

"Stay awake," I pleaded.

"Internal bleeding too. My lungs…" she started coughing up blood. "…filled with blood. No help. Just stay," she said. I held her. "Don't blame Connor. Radiation…did…this…good…guy…just his brain…isn't right…" she said, wheezing.


"How did…you find me?"

"Your tattoo. I saw it. It's hard to miss big yellow letters," I said. She laughed softly.

"Knew it would…save me…one day…I'm always…saving you…now you…saved me…don't…not Connor's…fault," she whispered. Ace closed her eyes. She was dead.

I'd never felt so alone.

"Zoom, I'm sure there's a way to restore your powers," Grant began.

"I don't want them restored! Just leave me alone!"

"Zoom, be reasonable-"

"My friends are dead, both killed by my brother. My girlfriend is dead, died in my arms. My brother is dead, killed by my hand. I don't want to do this shit anymore and you're calling me unreasonable?! I'm going!" I yelled. I didn't want to be Zoom anymore. I wasn't Zoom anymore.

I was Jack Shepard. That's who I would be. The normal Joe, not the superhero who failed to save his team.

Jack Shepard wasn't a failure.

Zoom was.

Yeah, so that's that. I liked it. The next chapter will be up soon. Not sure when, but it will...cue evil laughing.