Heres another oneshot for you…
Now those of you that are reading my Teen Titans fic Wilder have probably guessed that I like the Wildfire/Ryan/Ryand'r character. So, I thought I'd bring him into the YJ world.
And no, there will not be more 'Gone Rogue'. At least not yet.
Cassie "Wonder Girl" Sandsmark was bored. Not just bored, bored and hungry. The others on her squad were off on leave, and Diana was in India on an important mission.
She was in Central City, wondering around seemingly aimlessly. The lunch rush was dying down, and people were heading back to work.
Her stomach growled.
"Time for food, I think." She said quietly.
The nearest café was called quite unimaginatively "The Sandwich place". The outside was a light brown, with a yellow sign and logo. Cassie peered at the front, before entering.
The café had a laid back feel to it, the pleasing smell of baking bread wafted from the kitchen, and the constant matter of customers gave a sense of normality.
Cassie took a menu card, and scanned it. It had many sandwiches with varying fillings. She made her choice, and made her way to the counter.
"'ello lass." The cashier said, without enthusiasm, "What can I get you?"
"Oh…a cheese and ham sandwich, on brown beard please. Oh, and a water." Cassie said.
The Cashier sighed "Ryan! Hurry yer arse up! Cheese and Ham, brown beard. " He yelled.
The teen called Ryan, yelled back "Whatever you say boss."
"That's four dollars lass."
Cassie paid and took a seat, no less than three minutes later, Ryan appeared with the Sandwich and water. Cassie looked him up and down, a mess of unruly red hair adorned his head, a single lock hanging down. He was wearing a green t-shirt with a blue apron. His eyes wear a deep green and there was a simple silver ring in his finger. He had what looked like a deep tan. Cassie registered that she was gwarpping at him.
"See anything you like?" He asked with an impish grin, to which Cassie tried to hide a blush.
"N-no..I mean..sorry." She stammered.
"It's cool. Don't worry about it."
"I err…what time does your shift end?"
Ryan looked at her a minute. Then smiled.
"Four this afternoon." He said, and took a pencil and sticky note from his apron and wrote something down, he folded it up and placed it on the side of the plate.
"Ryan. Get yer arse in that kitchen!" Came the cashiers voice.
"Gotta go. Take care miss…"
"Cassie."
"Take care Cassie, enjoy your lunch." He smiled.
Cassie smiled back, and after he had gone, she started to eat, and she enjoyed it. After a few minutes, she prepared to go, and then spied the note Ryan left, she picked it up, unfolded it, and read it.
'Ryan Anders, 1777 079685 567'.
She read it a number of times, before pocketing it and left, but not before sending a broad grin at Ryan, who returned it with a wink.
And there you go.
Wildfire for the win?
Cult'r out.