𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘. garfield logan

𝐎𝐍𝐄 UNKNOWN CALLER

When the glow disappeared she began to sob. Maeve brought her knees close to her chest and cried into her hands, ignoring the chaos she'd created by splitting the road into two, creating a large crack in the middle that seemed to stretch further then the eyes could see.

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The blonde teen sat on the sofa of the apartment while watching Netflix on her laptop instead of doing her homework, something she should probably be doing. Suddenly the front door opened, and Netflix was quickly closed down, revealing an ongoing presentation. Tara looked over her shoulder towards her cousin with an innocent smile before her eyes widened. "You went full throttle again! In the middle of town!" She exclaimed sitting up, putting her laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch while Maeve put her bag back down. "It was an accident." The now blonde Maeve replied quietly. Maeve had learnt in her three months of being in Markova that going full throttle not only released a large amount of power, but also turned her dyed brown hair back to blonde, which did result in her having to redyeing anytime she went full throttle.

"Hey, what's with the face?" The teen asked in English gesturing to Maeve's blue expression. She went silent, looking to her cousin with sad eyes. "Jason's dead." "... Who?" Tara tilted her head and Maeve looked at her in disbelieve. "Jason. Jason Todd!... The Titans!... San Francisco!" The teen made a face and nodded her head sideways. "I forgot most of San Francisco." "Conner!" "The naked dude?" "Is that seriously how little they meant to you?" Maeve yelled, the apartment building shaking with her anger. "Hey, don't get mad at me. They weren't my friends, the only reason I stayed was because of you. The only reason I was nice to them was because of you, and Conner was just hot." Staring at her cousin in disbelieve before scoffing and walking off into her room, slamming the door shut.

Tara sighed aggressively before pushing herself off the couch and following after her. Opening the door, seeing Maeve throw a suitcase open on the bed. "I'm sorry... I remember Garfield and Krypto if that makes you feel any bet-what are you doing?" Tara finally asked while watching her cousin grab clothes and putting them in the suitcase. "I'm so fucking sick of this Tara. I hate Markova. I really do. Jason just died and I want to go to the funeral. I miss my friends and I really miss Garfield." "So, you're going back? What about learning to control and getting away from the violence." Maeve looked up towards her "I can move rocks with my mind Tara. Violence is in the fine print. Anyways I've learned better control, I can go full throttle without blacking out." She mumbled while still putting clothes in her bag "What about me? Do I just stay here?" "I say this with as much love as possible... I don't know, and I don't care." Maeve walked towards her and placed her hands on her cheeks, staring into her eyes

"I love you, so-so much, but I hate it here" "Just think it over. Sleep on it. Please, for me." Maeve removed her hands and started into her cousins blue pleading eyes "Getting a flight for today would be too expensive anyway" she mumbled, and Tara smiled and nodded her head "Okay, just really think it over before you do anything" "Okay." It was quiet between the two, not really a comfortable one, but not really awkward either.

"Can we redye your hair?" Maeve chuckled and nodded her head. "Sure."

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The second Maeve was off the plane and back in San Francisco she just felt so much joy, she couldn't even contain her smile, but at the back of her mind was the reason that triggered her return, the death of Jason. She love her other friends in the Titans, but none of them were Jason, the moments they'd had together, training until they were so tired they ended up sleeping on the training mats together, keeping count on who pinned who, cooking dinner that one time and then getting banned from cooking together again, watching tv together late at night when they couldn't sleep, Jason getting drunk and Maeve looking after him, standing up for him, she treasured her friendship with Jason. She knew how troubled and misunderstood he was, but she always gave him the benefit of the doubt and Jason appreciated the way she always saw him for Jason and not some orphan delinquent behind a mask