A/N:this chapter is severely focused on me and my brother, or in story context C Divide and her brother, but there is a hint of Cydivide at the end to stay tuned

C divide P0V

It was around 11 o'clock at night.

The only thing on my mind was what happened after we took out Dr. Light.

I sat on my dark blue bean bag chair in the corner of my room with a can of Coke on the floor beside me. I brought the can up to my lips and took a sip.

"How though... that crash in that memory clip... he shouldn't be... this doesn't make any sense," I wondered aloud.

I ran a hand through my frizzy curly hair and looked down. I took another sip of my coke and grabbed a hair tie off a near by table and tied back the front of my hair. I started to get tired but I didn't feel like getting up and going into my bed so I leaned back onto the wall behind me. Then suddenly I felt a small jolt and my body jerk. I closed my eyes and psychologically connected to my brain.

"*sigh* Chris can you watch your fingers up there," I whispered.

"I'm sorry I'm just trying to see if I could sense or find something about dad that would explain this whole mess were in," my brothers echoed voice said in my head.

"You know I was thinking the same thing, about how dad was able to somehow get to us," I whispered to him.

"Yeah I know, that memory clip said that he was leaving to avoid the power we possess all together and than a crash, like he-"

"Killed himself but I don't think he would have gone so far as to jump off the roof of the hospital I was in, it's a hospital for God's sake, but when I felt that jolt it was as if a sprit had passed through me plus I felt the demonic energy pass through me with this supposed spirit and I smelt blood type X..."

"The blood type of a demon, but would that mean that Raven has..."

"Raven has the blood type X B positive because she's only half demon," my body jerked again.

"Can you stop that, you gonna break one of my bones," I whisper-shouted at him my eyes still closed.

"Sorry I feel really weak and a little tired so I might fall on the control panel a couple times and of course I'm gonna fall on the body movement switches," she said in a frustrated tone, his voice still an echo.

"*sigh* Christopher," I spoke calmly.

"Did you just-"

"No, just hear me out," I said cutting him off.

"OK,  I'm listening," his now calm voice echoed.

"I-I think I might have a way to get you o-out of my head," I said choking on my words a little bit.

"What," he said full of confusion.

"But it will only last a few minutes," I said.

"Try it," he said.

"What, you just agreeing just like that, no details needed," I said surprised.

"Your my little sister and I trust you," he said.

"Technically I was born first because you um weren't born properly" I said.

"Just do the spell already," he said annoyed.

"I'm gonna open the mirror it requires both of us to do," I said walking up to my mirror and after sliding my fingers around it his face appeared.

"OK put both your hands on mine," I said pressing my hands against the mirror.

"Ok," he said as he obeyed.

"I need you to read my mind and say exactly as I say at the same time as I do," I instructed.

He just simply nodded as we both closed our eyes.

"Through sister, through brother
Though father, though mother
Twin siblings we are
Not close nor far
Brother as spirit
Sister as life form
We ask for equality
As life in full quality
Two living souls
LET LIFE LIVE IT'S DESTINY!" our eyes snapped open both glowing of our respective blue energies as were our hands and soon I felt a presents standing behind me. I turned around and there he was standing there examining his hands to make sure it was real.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as we saw each other for the first time outside of my mind. I ran up to him and hugged him as tight as I could.

"It worked," I said hugging tighter.

"It can't belive it, I'm... I have a body of flesh and bones," he said hugging me just as tight as I.

"I missed you," I said a small sob escaping me.

"It did too," he said sniffing, I'm assuming he's crying too.

I reached back and grabbed my coke can and handed it to him.

"Here, taste it, you can have the rest if you want," I said.

"But won't it disintegrate or something, these kind of spells always have some kind of flaw," he said.

"You've been trapped in my head for almost 16 years, and if you do end up disintegrating your spirit will just return to my head without a scratch, plus you've been eating either something I made you to make sure you don't go hungry, my leftovers and I bring to you goldfish crackers, your gonna need a taste of regular food, take it," I said.

"Thanks," he said taking a sip of the fizzy and sugary drink, cringing at first but slowly got used to the fizzyness on his tongue.

Shortly after he finished the coke his body started fading away and a chill went down my spine as he returned to head and his face appeared on the other side of the mirror.

"So," he said.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Where did you find that spell," he asked.

"I actually made it up, I just thought of getting you out in a poem like structure with strong words and filled my thoughts with you as an animate person I guess," I said.

"Nice," he said.

"If I modified it, I might be able to get you out for good," I said

"Really," he said in disbelief.

"Yeah, but it might end up being longer," I said.

"I'm gonna miss this place, but than again your mind is a living hell where I sleep on a futon and sometimes don't get fed," he said.

"Well sorry," I said sassily.

"It's OK, you should get some sleep... on your nice comfy bed, while I'm here practically sleeping on the floors of your dark and scary mind, but it's okay really," he said.

"You want a bed, here," I swung my arm out where a glob of my dark blue energy shot out and somehow past through the mirror and a platform arose from the under the futon with a pillow.

"Whoa," I said to myself looking at my hand.

"How did you do that," Chris said in awe.

"I didn't, I just swung out my arm and my magic just... obeyed my words even if they were sarcastic... I've never done that before," I said.

"I think I'll go to bed now, and you should too," he said poking the bed that just up and appeared.

"Yeah, we'll figure out some of this shit in the morning," I said.

"Night," he said before the mirror went back to normal and all I could see was my refection.

I threw away my pop can and climbed into my bed right when I heard a knock on the door.

"Always interrupting my sleep," I mumbled.

I opened the door to see Cyborg on the the other side with a nervous expression on his face.

"Cy, what are you doing up at 11:30 at night," I asked.

"I wanted to try something but I didn't want the others to hear, especially since Beastboy has a remarkably dirty mind and might thing wrong of this," he said.

"You thought wrong of this when you were saying it to yourself in the mirror didn't you," I teased.

"I'm serious, now how do you feel about the consept of clothing," he said.

"Well, you wear them to cover your private parts, but I don't normally put much thought into what I wear I just take a top and a bottoms and hope it's good," I said, "Why?"

"It's just I've been thinking about some...stuff, some invole the whole team, and some...... are only me and you, know what I'm saying," he said.

"I think I do, come in," I said inviting him in.

"Why are you imagining me as a stripper??"