A/N- Because you people love to tell me over and over again that there needs to be another chapter... fine... Here you go... I don't promise you awesome quality or it being continued past this point, but since you wanted it, I'll write it. (I may or may not have given the closure you wanted, but you have to remember... I'm evil.)

Three days. That's how long Jaime had been listening to the nonstop talking of his artificial companion. It never gave him a moment to himself, always correcting him, always finding a new way to make his life a living hell.

"I do not make your life hell. I merely tell you how to make it better." Khaji said, butting into his inner most thoughts yet again. Jaime didn't bother with a response. It didn't matter if he answered or ignored the AI, it would still keep talking. All he could do was fume silently and call the machine fused with his spinal cord every foul name he could think of.

"You should show me respect, if not for me there would be no Blue Beetle."

"Will you stop? I know. I know." Jaime mumbled.

"I will stop when you stop being incompetent."

"Shut up! I can take care of myself." He almost screamed. He was at his wit's end. He couldn't focus in school, because Khaji would tell him all the answers before he could think, he couldn't hold a steady girlfriend due to the fact that they all thought he was insane, and he couldn't pay attention during training. One minute Nightwing had been explaining that they couldn't use their powers and the next he looked up to see that the first match was already in full swing. Or maybe it was the second match? He couldn't tell what he had missed while he conversed with his parasite.

The parasite in question didn't even seem to take any offense to Jaime belittling it, "You need to be more observant." Knaji said in its familiar condescending tone. How a machine could have such an attitude was beyond him, but it still made Jaime want to scream. He swore that if one more word came out of that damn-

"Think before you speak."

"Shut up!"

"Blue, who are you talking to?" A voice said next Jaime, causing him to almost have a heart attack. Of course Nightwing would pick that exact moment to ninja beside him.

"Observant..." Khaji chimed in and Jaime did the best he could to shove the voice to the back of his mind. He hadn't answered Nightwing's question, and if kept hesitating the team's leader would become even more suspicious. He did not need that.

"I... uh... No one." He stumbled over his words, trying to force the lie out of his mouth. He knew he was a terrible liar, but he should have been disgraced about how bad that one was. Not to mention that he also said it to the former partner of the Dark Knight.

"Are you okay?" Nightwing asked. His concern was a little unexpected, but Jaime knew that someone was bound to ask him about why he was talking to himself sooner rather than later. He knew he should trust his team, but he didn't want them to think he was insane. Fear gripped him, he had seen the asylums where crazy people ended up. He didn't want to lie to the former Boy Wonder, but there was no way in hell that he would be sent to the nut house.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbled and he dropped his gaze to the floor. He felt as though, if he couldn't see Nightwing, then Nightwing couldn't see through him.

"The little voices giving you trouble?" The older teen joked. Jaime paled instantly. His thoughts were chaotic. 'Did he know? How could he know? What's he going to do about it? What's-'

"Quit panicking." Khaji instructed, and for once, Jaime tried to listen.

"Robin, status: fail." The computer interrupted, and Jaime tried his best not to let his sigh of relief be too noticeable. Nightwing was leaving him alone to finishing instructing the lesson, and never before had he been so thankful that Robin couldn't win against Batgirl.

"This is the exact reason a contingency plan needs to be in place." His inner demon began lecturing. He tuned it out, just like he was doing to the rest of the world. He was lost in his thoughts. He needed to find a better way to communicate with Khaji. Suspicion was starting to be directed at him in waves.

"Blue, what's the hold up?" Nightwing snapped, pulling him out of his musings in the blink of an eye. Once again he was lost. To make up for lost time, he started to quickly puzzle out his surroundings. He noticed L'gann was in the ring waiting to spar. He didn't have an opponent, and no one was moving to fill that hole. So, that meant it was him. Fantastic.

"I just... Well... I-"

"Today, Jaime."

"Yes, sir." He said in the most sarcastic tone he could muster. It was normally reserved for Lagoon Boy and his mom on occasions, but he was happy to make an exception.

Trying his best to ignore all the emotions that were running around his head in circles, he walked onto the training ring, and L'gann shot him a grin. Jaime did not like that look on his friend's face. There was something behind that look that did not bode well with him. Whatever, fish boy was planning, it wasn't going to be pleasant that was for sure.

"Go!" Nightwing shouted, and before Jaime could act, Khaji was yelling in his mind strategies that made his head spin. Jaime ignored them, but by the time he got his mind back in the game, he noticed the electricity. L'gann was going to shock him. Dodging was his only option.

"He's going for an illegal offence, activate plasma cannon."

'No!' Jaime screamed internally. He could feel his arm shifting against his will. Metal started covering his arm and he felt his hand start its transformation into the cannon. He had to stop it. L'gann wasn't going to kill him, he was just dishing out an unwarranted shock. He didn't deserve to be laid up in the infirmary for months.

"Don't question me! We must defend ourselves!" Khaji screamed, but it was too late. The electricity had reached him.

Sharp pain flowed through Jaime, but he barely noticed it. His fight with the machine on his spine was increasing in intensity. A drum felt like it was beating behind his temples, and with his armored covered arm held close to his torso, he fell to his knees. The pain kept growing the entire way down. He was losing the battle.

"We need to retaliate."

"I said no! He wasn't going to hurt us!" He screamed. His eyes stung like tears were going to fall, but he wouldn't let them. Somehow he felt like it would give Khaji satisfaction in seeing his weakness. He knew the other being could feel it on the inside, but he was not about to let it show on the out.

"He didn't mean it. I won't attack him." He said with renewed strength. He couldn't lose. He was not about to end up like Doctor Fate.

"I said attack!"

"No. Shut up! You aren't the boss of me! Leave me alone!" His voice grew louder, with his words he knew his control was being restored, and he could feel the proof of that slowly spread throughout his arm. The deadly weapon was gone. The pain in his head, however, remained in full force, and as soon as he felt the armor retreat from his hand, he moved it to clutch at his hair. He felt as if his head was about to split right down the middle. He knew that he had beaten the beetle temporarily, but it was at a cost.

His brain was the equivalent of scrambled eggs. He wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and stay like that for years, but he knew he couldn't do that. Somewhere deep down he knew he was scaring his team half to death. He couldn't torment them anymore than he already had.

"Jaime, who are you talking to?"

Jaime tried not to flinch away. He hadn't noticed Cassie crouch next to him. He was glad it was her. She was the one he closest to on the team. The only one that wasn't scared away by his weirdness. She didn't care that he was a freak. Well, at least she didn't before his episode, but now, he wasn't so sure.

"Jaime, talk to me." He heard her say, and with it, he felt feminine, yet strong, arms wrap around him. They were warm and offered a sense of comfort that he couldn't pass up, and he barely realized that he had leaned into Wonder Girl's embrace. She still cared about him, she really was a wonder.

"He won't leave me alone." He finally answered. He was too tired to lie to her, and he didn't think could if he tried. It wasn't because of the lasso of truth or any nonsense like that either. She was to nice to lie to.

"Who won't?"

"The scarab. It's been three days. He wants more control."

"What scarab?" She asked, and Jaime grabbed her hand. He pulled it slowly to his neck and lowered it until he reached the scarab. The cool metal bulged under his shirt slightly, and as soon as her fingers met it, she gasped.

"How-" She started, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. Jaime hung his head. Now she knew his secret. Everyone knew. He was done for. there was no way that they were going to believe him. The only one who could possibly do that would be Miss Martian, but she was out of the cave, and Khaji appeared to be taking a brief vacation. That meant it was probably time to ship him off to meet his new bat-crap-insane roommate and live the rest of his eating pudding and sitting in a padded room.

"Wonder Girl, take Jaime to the infirmary. I have to report this to the League. We need to run tests on both of them." Nightwing jumped in. Jaime didn't care. He was dead to the world. He didn't want to be tested. He hated needles, but it didn't matter what he had to say about it.

"Come on, Jaime." Cassie said in his ear and she stood, bringing him along with her. She threw one of his arms around her shoulders and she started walking to the infirmary. She didn't give any time to get his bearings, and he knew that she could care less about how embarrassed he was to be dragged around like he weighed nothing. Especially by a girl, but that was beside the point.

Faster than a normal person could have ever managed, they were out of the training room and in the hall. The trip there was a blur for him, but everything was at that point. But he wasn't so far out of it that he didn't notice being shoved up against a wall and held there by his upper arms.


"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered angrily, and he was taken aback with the harsh bite of her tone. She was a happy person by nature. He didn't think he had ever seen her that mad. "Why?' She asked louder, and the grip she had on his arms tightened. If she increased her grip any more, she would leave bruises. Apparently, she wasn't going to take his silence for an answer.

"Scared." He admitted weakly.


"You'd know I'm freak." He said, not meeting her eyes. He didn't want to see what she thought of him now.

"You. Are. Not. A. Freak." She growled, and she shook him gently, making him look at her. "Even if you were, it's not like I can judge. I can fly and throw dumpster trucks." She said with a smile. Her normal light personality was shinning through, and he couldn't stop the twinge of a smile on the corners of his lips.


He nodded.

"Good. Now let's get you to the infirmary. We've got a bug to smash, because I'm not sharing you with it."

A/N- There... That's all you get. ( I know this chapter was more Blue Beetle and Wonder Girl rather than Nightwing, but if I'm being forced to add another chapter I'm going to put my pairing in it. WonderBeetle... Love it. )

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