A/N: Aha! I updated! Didn't take that long I suppose…

Anyway, who watched the Olympics? GO CANADA! Although I guess it's too late for that… So proud of Canada! At least we got one gold right? Honestly, the highlight of the Closing Ceremony, for me anyway, was when Russell Brand sang 'I Am the Walrus', and of course when the Spice Girls came on! It was like I was a preschooler again…

So before we get to the chapter, a massive thank you to the reviewers of the last chapter:

classofthetitans711, ColdnessOfLove, irish-table, historiangirl, HoneyGoddess57, and purplepeace

You guys are the best!

Sorry, I blab a lot… Now enjoy the chapter! BTW, I don't own CotT

The heroes were practically forced to return the brownstone, sans their psychic. None of them had said much on the ride home or even at home. They all retreated to their separate rooms to deal with their own confused thoughts. Their leader, however, lingered in the kitchen, waiting for all the others to go to sleep. Once he was fairly certain that the others were asleep, he trudged up the stairs and decided to make one more stop before his bedroom.

He gently pushed the door to the Fighter's room open, letting her scent rush out and flow into his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, letting the smell temporarily calm him from his turbulent thoughts. Then everything came rushing back to him and her scent caused him to feel even more disheartened by the situation at hand. Jay's eyes pricked with tears but he ventured into her room anyway.

The feeling was almost overwhelming. Her room was just so…so her. And yet she wasn't even there. It felt as though she should be. Jay took in his surroundings. Her always neatly made bed, her bookshelf lined with her multitude of books. The books she loved were so…intellectual. Many people thought she would love gushy romance books, but she had classics and biographies and all kinds of complex books. She always found new ways to surprise him.

Her desk, clean just like the rest of her room, was packed with pictures of the seven of them. Her walls also had pictures of them neatly arranged and organized. Jay sighed heavily and just realized that tears were now silently pouring down his face. In that moment, he realized how just much he loved her.

Jay walked over to her desk and picked up a photo of him and Theresa. He was giving her a piggyback…back in the days when he was relaxed. Well, at least more relaxed then he had been lately. He wiped away the tears on his face and sniffed, having to put the photo back down and look away. He walked over to her window where she often sat. Jay looked out and noticed how clear the dark sky was. The moons and the stars shone bright in the middle of the night and for some reason, Jay felt angry. He felt enraged that they dared to show themselves so happily considering the circumstances.

Jay tore himself away from her window and stood in the middle of her room staring at her bed. He tried to imagine that she was there, sleeping…beautiful like an angel. At peace. Not in any pain.

Such wishful thinking.

More tears streamed down his face and he sat down on her bed, his head in his hands. Jay turned to look at her pillow as his hand smoothed over the surface of her bed.

Why her? What did she ever do to deserve this? What else will her powers do to her? Jay realized right then and there that he needed to tell her before it was too late. He would not be able to live with himself is she…if something happened to her and he had not let her know how he felt. I am so in love with her… It's an obsession.

Feeling very determined in that moment, Jay concluded that he would tell her the next time he saw her. It didn't matter that she had a boyfriend. She had to know. And he had to tell her.

There was a small noise at the door and Jay turned his head for a brief moment, but immediately looked away when he saw a flash of purple hair.

"Jay? You alright, man?" Archie asked softly. Jay, unable to speak, just sniffed in response. Archie sighed sympathetically before taking a few steps into Theresa's room. "Persephone said she will be fine. Our girl's a fighter. You know that."

Jay exhaled deeply before speaking. "But what if her powers do something like this again? (A/N: *cough cough* Phantom Rising *cough cough*)What if she can't be saved next time? I just… I-I…."

"It's okay. You can say it."

"I love her!" Jay blurted out, but not loud enough for the rest of the household to hear. Archie smiled sadly at Jay. He couldn't imagine what Jay must being experiencing…if Atlanta was in that situation…he didn't know what he would do.

"I know Jay…I know. Try to get some sleep, alright? I hate to say it, but there's not much that we can do now. We'll go back to school tomorrow. See how she's doing. Okay?" Jay stared at Archie for a brief moment, his cheeks still wet with tears, before he nodded and left his love's room. Archie sighed as Jay brushed past him and out Theresa's door. He glanced around her room, a feeling of guilt nagging at his insides.

Have I been too…mean to her? If she ever... I would never be able to live with myself.

Archie swallowed the lump in his throat and closed the door to the Fighter's room. There was someone he needed to see…


Atlanta sat on her knees atop her bed, clutching her pillow under her chin and she let her tears fall from her eyes. She hated that her best friend had to go through so much pain and there was nothing anyone could do to help. She just felt so…so useless! Her angry thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on her door. Not caring if anyone saw her tears, she allowed them to come in. She was relieved and comforted to see purple hair.

"Hey, how ya doing?" Archie asked gently. Atlanta just shrugged and sniffed. Archie shut the door behind him and sat beside Atlanta on her bed. Still holding the pillow, Atlanta looked up at Archie with sad eyes.

"What if she-" Atlanta croaked. Archie stopped her.

"She won't. Remember, Persephone said she'll survive."

"But…how…how much pain will she be in? I can't just sit here while they perform an…exorcism type thing on her! I mean…just…why?" Archie exhaled deeply and wasn't sure how to go about comforting Atlanta. Sure he'd comforted Jay…but he could almost understand his pain. Whenever someone was upset or anything, Theresa was the one who would calm them down and cheer them up. But not this time.

"Theresa…she's…she's strong, Lanta. Have you ever met a girl so strong? And stubborn?" Atlanta snorted and smiled softly at Archie. "Well, aside from you of course." Atlanta laughed again and punched Archie in the arm.

"You're such a dork sometimes," she muttered. Archie just shrugged and gazed at the spunky redhead. "You really think she'll be okay?"

"Absolutely. When has that girl ever let something, or someone, get the best of her? I just told Jay the same thing…" Atlanta shifted on the bed and put the pillow to the side.

"You saw Jay? How is he?"

"He's…well…pretty upset. Understandably. I can only imagine what's he's going through…" Atlanta gave him a confused look.

"What do you mean?" Archie, realizing that he was so close to telling her, didn't stop. He looked at her, a burst of courage and confidence loosening up his lips.

"I don't know what I'd do if that was happening to you."

Did he just…?

"To…me? Archie do you-" she was silenced by a gentle hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. He scooted closer and she didn't move. Archie stared at the spunky redhead, thankful that she was safe, well, and…alive. He realized then that life, especially the seven of theirs, was too short to keep things from those you love with all you heart.

"Atlanta…I-I love you." Atlanta froze, not even daring to blink. Archie try to catch her eyes, but she was avoiding them. She was nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous.

He loves me…he…he actually loves me! (A/N: lame! Sorry!)

Atlanta, ecstatic by the news, leaned forward and pressed her lips against the Warrior's.

After a few moments, the tentative kiss ended and Atlanta pulled back slightly.

"I love you, Arch."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to get the next one up soon! We are nearing the end so I might be posting another one of my stories up soon!

Mandy AK