Amazing how much a life could change in just one day.

Kassy lay asleep, her mind locked in the same nightmare memory it had shown her every night since the Atlantis incident.

She watched Zach get shot by Bingley. Watched Ja desperately try to calm her down.  Watched Viktor drop, screaming in pain that she caused him. Watched the other team members fall one by one. Something deep inside her just wanted all of the pain to stop. While the rest of her wanted to wrap their hands around that so - called doctor’s throat and squeeze until she really was the monster he thought she was.

But that part did not win. Not today. Her strength dissipated, the illusions dropped away. Her eyes returned to normal, only to stare on in horror at the state of things. She slumped to the ocean floor, desperate for the relief of unconsciousness. No relief came. She was hauled up and cuffed by the guards, and gave no resistance. She wasn’t sure of what else happened in the conference room once she was ‘escorted’ out.

But she was brought before the king and queen, and questioned thoroughly. About the true nature of her magic. She told them everything she could do. Besides the illusions, she could speak as the voice inside someone’s head. Influence their thoughts. Make them do things at her whim. Could she simply coerce a person into their own death? Perhaps, though she would dare not try it. 

What had set her off? Bingley, Bingley, Bingley. That line of questioning had made her angry all over again, though nothing so spectacular happened about it. The Doctor was in trouble of his own, for having picked up and fired a weapon into a crowd full of panicking civilians. Oddly enough, he told nothing but the truth, as if he was so proud of himself. 

She spent one night in a holding cell, while the rest of the team rode the sub home.

The next day, she took the Zeta tube back home. Though she was convinced it wasn’t her home much longer. Zach, Viktor and Aleen’a were in the infirmary. She answered no questions, said not a word. She couldn’t look them in the eyes; her friends – no, former friends. She simply returned to her room and started to pack away her things. 

She did not know her fate until the following morning. Only she and Red Tornado were called into the room, though she knew the others likely attempted to eavesdrop on the conversation. 

It seemed, after much debate, that she was going to be allowed to stay. There were caveats, of course. She wasn’t going to be leading anyone anytime soon, for the time being. She was to wear a magical limiter at all times, a precautionary measure that was deemed to be best ‘for everyone’. According to Queen Mera, her staff had the same treatment put to it. And then there were the mandatory therapy sessions with Black Canary. Twice a week until otherwise ordered.

Through it all, Kass said barely a word, except to acquiesce at each new instruction. “Yes.” “Of course.” “At your command, my King.” There was a marked dullness to her. If they had ordered her jailed and powerless, it would have been the same. Whatever happened now, she deserved it.

As the days stretched on, she spent the majority of it in her room. She only left to eat, and even that was sparing. Every day, she passed by Ja who had seemed to take up point near her room. Every day, she said nothing. Not even Casper’s sudden return seemed to rouse her interest. She simply accepted it, without a word, and returned ot her room.

By the time the new mission was called, she could barely bring herself to join. But join she did, barely in time to see Daphne in her strange frozen state.

Her orange eyes held no light, and she did not speak. She simply waited in the briefing room, for the next command.