I would have had this up earlier, but had a document problem. That's been solved though, so here is that long ago promised Act 1.5 continuing my Jericho-Raven saga thingie. And yes, Forrest is deliberately spelled that way for a reason, you'll see if you read.

Act 1.5, Chapter 1

It was very nice outside today. The temperature wasn't very hot or cold, just the right type of mild. People were out enjoying the good weather; walking around the city; playing in the park; among other sorts of things. It was just one of those days when people felt nothing could go wrong, and everything seemed right and enjoyable in the world.

Jericho, at least, certainly thought that. He was dressed as he was on most occasions; purple vest, white undershirt with a high collar covering his throat; black pants; boots; and his arms, legs, and midsection bands. He drew no attention to himself, the citizens of the city were quite used to seeing superhero get-ups to be surprised by the strangeness of them. He waved or nodded at almost everyone who passed him by. He had a great reason to be happy, no doubt about that.

He eventually reached where he'd been walking towards for the past hour. Jericho looked up at the huge tower on the not-so-distant island. He walked down to the docks on the city-side of the bay, and boarded one destined for the Teen Titans' home. Tourists could board these boats and view the tower from up close on them, though never getting to land on the tower's island. Jericho, of course, was an exception. The boat's captain tipped his hat to the young hero, before letting him disembark on the island. Jericho smiled back, watching for a few seconds as the boat started to sail back to the city's coast. He only needed the ride when coming to the island, one of the Titans could always get him back to the other side easily.

He made his way up the rather-flat island, passing an odd rock or two here and there. Most of the rocks had been cleared for the construction of the Tower, and the few left were too small or too near the coast to be any problem. Eventually, Jericho got to the door leading into the tower, and pressed the "door bell" of the place. A small metal sheet uncovered a hand scanner above the button, which Jericho used to get clearance into the place. Sure enough, a few seconds after the machine accepted him the doors to the Tower swung open. Jericho walked in, the doors closing in after.

No one was in the lobby. Jericho didn't expect anyone of course, there never really was. He often had wondered why this part of the Tower had been built, but never asked the question. It probably served some purpose, he was sure of that. Cyborg, the main designer of the Tower, was incredibly smart, and wouldn't have put something in the tower that didn't have a purpose.

Jericho walked across the red carpet and started going up the stairs. There were a lot of flights in the place. Jericho was sure there was an elevator in the Tower as well, though he'd never asked about that either. He didn't see much need for it of course, he could easily get up all the stairs he needed to climb without much effort. He was soon on the floor with the main lobby, sure he'd made it there in his best time yet. He smiled at the thought, and at what today could bring to him here.

The door to main lobby slid open automatically for him. The people already in there picked their heads up to look at the newcomer.

"Hey Jericho." Cyborg called. "You come to play some games with me and Beast Boy?"

Jericho shook his head, still smiling. He brought his hands up to his chest, and began moving them about to speak for his thoughts. Cyborg nodded, before putting a hand up to his chin, rubbing it.

"Huh, I think Raven went up to the roof this morning. Hope you two have a good time."

Jericho nodded at the cyborg, and waved to the others as he walked back out the door and into the hallway. He heard the others send goodbyes his way, from Beast Boy's "later dude" to Starfire's "And a glorious day to you!". He navigated the numerous hallways in the complex, moving up floor after floor. Cyborg had given him a tour of the place on one of his few trips here, and he'd been able to keep it all straight in his head. Luckily though, the roof was much closer to the lobby than the ground floor had been, making his travel time much shorter. He reached the door to the roof quick time, and opened it slowly.

He always did this, since he didn't want to make a lot of noise or such. When she was on the roof, she usually meditated. Quiet was a good approach to that sort of situation, as one wrong (and loud) step could send the intruder off the side of the place (Jericho had seen it happen more than once with a particular green Titan...). He pressed his face to the crack between the door and wall, looking and listening out.

There she was. Standing there, facing out to where the sun was coming up. Long cloak with few creases covering down to her blue shoes and up to her purple short-cut hair. The sight of Raven set Jericho's pulse racing, no matter how many times he came up here to ask her for the day with him. He didn't consider these sorts of things dates of any kind though, no, Jericho still hadn't worked up the courage to actually use that word with her. Just spending time together, that was enough for him with her. Definitely enough. He pushed his head out the doorway a bit more, getting a better look at the empath.

His eyebrows furrowed a bit. Something seemed... off.

That wasn't just... Raven over there...

"Hey, come on baby, what's up with the cold shoulder treatment all of the time?" The voice was rough, cocky. Jericho's pulse started racing for another reason than seeing Raven entirely.

"Forrestor, will you knock it off?" Raven's voice sounded annoyed. Jericho felt the urge to burst out from behind the door, run up to the two, and tell the guy to stop bothering Raven. He felt the urge, and then fought it down. If the guy was really bothering her, Raven could've easily booted him off the tower. No, she... wasn't that annoyed by him, apparently.

"Ah, Raven, what's got into you now? You weren't speaking like just a few minutes ago."

"I... I'm sensing someone else is near. Look, you better go now Forrestor, before anyone sees us."

Jericho's eyes opened alarmingly, and he ran back down the stairs as fast as he could, not even bothering to close the door. He was moving so fast through the hallways he didn't even notice the half-metal teen ahead of him until he ran straight into it.

"Woah, you alright Jericho?" Cyborg said as he grabbed the smaller teen's hand and hoisted him back on his feet. Jericho rubbed his head, thanking his friend for the help. Cyborg shot him a quizzical look. "Why isn't Raven with you, man? Thought you were coming to take her around today?"

Jericho rubbed his head a bit longer than he needed to. He looked up at Cyborg, and motioned with his hands. Cyborg kept up the quizzical stare, but shrugged.

"So... she didn't feel like it today? That's strange, but I guess she must not have been feeling too well." Jericho nodded, and began to walk along with Cyborg. "So, how about those games then?"

Jericho smiled numbly but shook his head. He motioned with his hands again, keeping up the half-grin. Cyborg brought up his left hand and pointed straight forward.

"Elevator is just down the corridor there, second door to the right. Have a good one, man."

End of Chapter 1

Hoped you enjoyed reading this. More eventually.