This came to me in math class. I like it. It's an idea that I'm not sure anyone's ever had before. Also, I'm taking this fic as an excuse to write all my favorite Honorary Titan couples. So far, I've got Jinx/KF and Argent/Hotspot, but if you have some other ones, feel free to request. Remember, they can't be people who got a lot of airtime in the series because people like that(Titans West, Titans East, etc.) get stories about them from other people. This is my story, and I want lesser heard–of Titans in my fic.
Fifteen minutes. Fifteen freaking minutes. He had only gone to Australia! And yeah, so we were in New York, and if would take nineteen hours plus flight transfer time if you flew there from an airport. But this was Kid Flash! He could go to Paris in the blink of an eye! And I'm beginning to get annoyed that he's making me wait…
I tap my foot in irritation. I had only wanted a donut! There's a perfectly good donut shop around the corner, but NO! A certain red-headed speedster decided to go all the way to Australia so that I "didn't have to go to the trouble". Yeah right! Like walking around the block is more trouble than going to FREAKING AUSTRALIA!
My eyes narrow. Stupid so-called "amazing" Australian donut shops, to quote him. He's probably not even getting donuts. He's probably handing out with beach bunnies in Sydney. Jerk.
I turn on my Titans communicator and switch to the "tracking" function, looking for Kid Flash's communicator. Nothing. Turned off, same as it was when I checked ten minutes ago.
An hour passes. I spend most of it alternately tapping my foot and staring at the clock. I hadn't bothered to turn on the lights earlier. What was the point? My eyes work just fine in the dark, thank you very much.
8:37. An hour and fifteen minutes since he'd left. Not that I'd paid attention to him.
Where the heck is he?
I start pacing around the room. Tick, tick, tick. Stupid clock. It's mocking me, isn't it? I shoot a pink hex bolt at it, and it blows up. Serves it right. And so what if Kid Flash asked me not to destroy the furniture? If he was going to take his sweet time on a round-trip to Australia, I got to blow up the house.
"Ugh… the moron." Well, there's no point in hanging around here until he gets back. He isn't the only one who can 'disappear'. And if he gets back while I'm gone, big deal. He'll just get a taste of his own medicine.
I pull on my shoes – Why did I taken them off again? I must have been worried and my hands wanted something to do - and pick up the keys, looking around. It's a small apartment, two bedrooms, one bathroom, one everything-else room – at least, it's small compared to the Hive Five base and wherever Kid Flash had lived before we met each other. Now… we were here.
It had actually been really nice of him to try and take care of me after our run-in with Madame Rouge and the Brotherhood of Evil. But whatever. I'm past that. Is he being really nice now?
No, he is not.
I start walking down the stairs from the first floor.
Agh, why am I even thinking about him? No one can make Kid Flash change his ways but himself, so what's the point of thinking how much of a jerk he is, or how nice he is, or anything about him for that matter!
I check my communicator one more time as I walk out of the front doors. Same as before, it's turned – wait a minute. His communicator, dead to the world a minute ago, is alive and kicking and showing up on my screen.
Well, it's about time.
Then – beep, beep, beep, the glowing little red-and-gold lightning bolt fades away. Off again? That doesn't make sense. Why turn your communicator on if you're going to turn it back off again in a second?
I check the airways. Of course. Only the Bird Wonder would be paying attention to communicator frequency channels at 8:45 on a Saturday night.
I press the 'Call' icon. "Robin? This is Jinx."
"What is it?" His voice is testy. Oh, come on. You're the one wasting your life monitoring communicator badges, why are you mad at me?
Of course, I know he thinks I'm a troublemaker, and never going to amount to anything in the hero world, especially after H.I.V.E. and the HIVE Five, but I'm a Titan now. He's gotta deal with that.
"Kid Flash went out to get donuts. He's been gone for over an hour."
Robin is quiet for a minute, but then says, "Where was the donut shop?"
I bite my lip. "Australia."
I can practically hear the surprise in his voice. "But… over an hour? I thought that he would have to go to a donut shop the center of the earth or Jupiter if it was going to take him that long."
"How on Earth would he get to either of those places?" I demand.
"Okay, point taken. But still… Hm…" Robin pauses, then yells, "Cyborg!"
I can barely hear his voice answer, "What?"
"I want you to get on your communicator and look for Kid Flash!" Robin calls back.
Moments later, a third very distinctly African-American, male voice conferences in on our conversation. "His communicator's not active, but I can check where it was last turned on and when." There was a sound of a few beeping buttons, then Cyborg said "I got a lock on him. It looks like the last place his communicator was on in was… Russia, India, and Malaysia. Could just be how fast he moves that says he's in all those places at once."
"Can you make out where he was heading?" Robin's voice is crisp and clear. An hour is not something to joke about with Kid Flash.
"Looks like New Zealand." Cyborg replies. "At least, that's the direction he was going in."
"Jinx, you'll have to go get him. It could be that he's trapped or that he's been wounded, but if he's been captured it could mean serious trouble all over again for the Titans. So far, the only person I can give you is Argent – she's somewhere in your area right now. Plus, she's from New Zealand, which should mean she can help you navigate when you're looking for him." Robin says.
Oh, man. Argent? I mean, she's great and all, but just Argent to capture something that's got Kid Flash… Actually, you know what? Two kick-butt awesome girls are more than a match for whatever it is.
All I have to say? Bring it on.
Robin's busy apologizing. "I wish I could send someone else, but we've got to be on call at all times – we're still recruiting other heroes to fight evil."
I nod, then remember he can't see it. "Sure thing, you two. Can you send me Argent's coordinates?"
"I can give you her address." Cyborg said. "She's at the corner of 89th and Amsterdam."
Just a couple blocks away, sweet! "That's not too far from me. I'll see her in a few minutes."
I walk down two blocks and over another two, scanning around, wishing I'd brought a coat. The wind bites into your skin tonight. I'm so busy trying to keep a lookout for Argent, I nearly don't see her until I walk right into her. Makes no sense, I know, but that's what happens.
"Oi! Can't you watch where you're going, you oaf – Oh, Jinx." Argent says.
"Argent, I need your help. Kid Flash has disappeared."
"And you need me… Why?"
"It looked like he was being taken to New Zealand. So, I need someone to navigate when we're there. Plus, according to Robin I'd need back-up." I explain.
Argent tilts her head. "All right, I'll come with you. Should be a bit of an adventure, eh? Together, we'll be fine."
Then something occurs to me. Something very irritating. I say, "How do we even get there?" I kick the sidewalk. I haven't even thought of that.
"Easy." Argent says. "We take my car."
So far, I like how this is turning out. Don't forget to tell me your favorite minor-couple pairing. And no, just because you like Rob/Star "Oh so special goody much" does not mean that I will make that couple a large part of my story. Sorry, that's not what's happening. I've told you that before, and I'm not breaking that just because fangirls (are there any fanguys out there?) want me too.
On another note, I have a feeling there are going to be a lot of requests for Jericho/Kole…
Oh well. Tell me any couple requests!
