Hello All, This is my first story, and I hope somebody reads it. If not I may have to cry. Please be patient with me, I'm not the best of writers. Just to introduce myself: I don't like Slash, Ifind Starfire to be a ditz, andI am slightly insane. This story, along with the other five hundered in my head, is the result ofmy insanity. Ashleycantestify to that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. In fact, I have nothing to my name but a gum wrapper and some pocket lint.

A Tale of Trust

He carried the unconscious girl into the abandoned warehouse. She was so small and seemed so helpless. Her short blond curls fell back over his arms and her face was bruised. Her left arm dangled lifelessly, turning purple at the elbow.

She was wearing dark jeans that were ripped at the knees, a shirt that had once been a pale blue color but, after the fall, was now an unrecognizable shade of brown. She also had on a pair of dirty gray tennis shoes, and blue socks.

He walked into a large room. Empty, except a few chairs and crates. He crossed to a door in the far back of the room, barely visible from the entrance. It led into a small elevator, with one hanging light bulb that he banged his head on as he entered.

He put down the pair of large black wings he had been carrying, they were torn, and some of their feathers were missing. They were attached to several short cables and wires that were broken and shredded.

The elevator began to go down, when it reached the bottom, the door opened to reveal another large room. This room was, however, far from empty. Along three of the walls, were giant computer screens, some running programs, some being used as video phones, one was completely blank except for a large "T" in the center of it. There were people (or, more to the point, men) busily working away at keyboards and smaller computers.

He passed them all by and walked through another door into a small office. Sitting behind the desk was a frightening sight. The man had no real face. Half of it was black, with a grate for a mouth; the other half was copper, the grate continuing to that side. His eyes were menacing, they seemed cold and unchanging, and nothing about them seemed remotely kind.

"Yes?" He asked simply, sounding as if he would bite the other man's head off if he answered wrong.

"I…I…" The henchman stammered, almost dropping the girl. "I brought you something." He blurted out as fast as he could.

"I can see that." The dark man answered. "Place her in my chambers and see to it that she has medical attention."

"Yes Master Slade, sir. Immediately." He backed out of the room, glad to be out of the presence of Slade.

Thyme woke to find herself in a large bedroom, in a large bed, with a large bruise on her head. She felt excruciating pain down her left arm, and her face didn't feel too good either.

"Where am I?" She wondered aloud. Not seeing the man sitting in a dark corner of the room.

"That is not your concern." he said, standing up and walking towards the bed. "You took an amazing fall. It's a wonder you came out of it alive and with only one break." He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. A shiver of horror went through her, he had no real face.

"Who are you?" She asked, trying to look into his cold, hard eyes.

"Who I am is not important at the time. All that is important for you to know is that you are safe." He paused, and leaned closer, so that she was forced to look into his eyes. "For now, when you are healed it will be a different story."

He left the room and shut the door, leaving Thyme with just her thoughts.


I hope you liked it. If you didn't I won't add anymore. Please review so I can know what the public thinks of my work.