"Things Aren't What They Seem"
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
She curled up on the sofa, idly flipping through a magazine with unseeing eyes. Every now and then she chanced a glance at the stark black clock hung on the opposite wall, which mocked her with every tick.
"You're just being paranoid," she muttered to herself, "He's probably just forgotten to call, or...not die." In a spark of exasperation she threw the magazine on the coffee table. It skidded to a stop next to the paper.
Narrowing angry eyes, the woman flipped over the newspaper so that the want ads were face-up instead of the front page. She didn't really want to see it anymore. With pale, shaking fingers, she picked up a cup of tea, tightening her hand around the hot ceramic and blowing gently on the top.
She sighed and took a sip: Chamomile. Her favorite. And he knew it, she thought sadly, trying to calm her pounding heart. He was probably just...doing...something...
Illegal, whatever it was. Sighing, the woman flicked back a strand of shoulder-length hair and wished that he would call home every once in awhile. Was that so much to ask? She had forgiven him for being a mercenary and a killer, so calling her was the least he could do!
Suddenly she sat up straight on the sofa. Was that...yes! He was unlocking the door. She twisted the platinum band on her left ring finger tighter and waited for him to come into the living room-
"Slade!" She yelled, leaping at him and throwing her arms around his neck, "My god you're alive," she sobbed as he hugged her, "Don't you ever do that to me again! What with all this business about the Titans and everyone being captured"-
He shut her up with a kiss and she squirmed away from him, even with the heady rush of endorphins clouding her brain. "Slade," she squeaked. "You worry too much, my dear," he replied carelessly, pulling her back to him.
Slade broke the kiss himself when she reached up and slapped him. "Stop doing that," she snapped, swiping a hand over her mouth. He narrowed his eye. "Stop doing what?" Slade asked innocently, walking toward her and forcing her to back against the wall.
He leaned on both arms, trapping her between him and the wall. "Stop kissing my wife?" Slade asked innocently, managing a cheap shot by nipping her earlobe. Her eyes widened with what he whispered in her ear.
"Slade!" She gasped, her face turning red while she hit him in the chest. He laughed at the weak blow. "I thought you were happy to see me," he murmured, stroking her cheek with one hand.
"We-we need to talk," she stammered when he kissed her neck. "I am talking," Slade replied lazily. He moved his mouth against her ear. "So why don't you just be quiet and listen?"
Her legs turned to jelly when he blew hot air into her ear. "What about Jericho?" She asked finally. He let her go in a hurry. "He's fine," Slade said sharply. "Yes he is, Slade, but what about everyone else? They were all being captured, or killed, and you never even said you were leaving! I thought you were dead in some hole somewhere! What was I supposed to do? Sit here and worry? Slade, we can't keep going on like this!"
"You know why I do what I do," he snapped, "And you said"-"I said I'd give you a chance to change!" She cried, her eyes welling up with tears. Slade started and watched them run down her cheeks.
"This is who I am," Slade continued finally, and she shook her head, wiping her tears away with shaking hands.
"Why can't you just accept that?" She glared at him. "Because it's dangerous, and I don't want to lose the only man I've ever loved, that's why!" He sighed. "Please, Addie, I-"
She reached up and slapped him as hard as she could. Slade looked at her in horror and raised a hand to his reddening cheek. Time came to a screeching halt.
"MY NAME IS ARELLA!" She screamed angrily, sprinting out of the living room with tears still falling.
Author's Note: Okay, guys. I posted this just because I felt like it on the Slade Wilson Shrine (Join it) PLEEEEASE REVIEW! I'll send you a cookie. : ) I was thinking I might do an entire long-ish story with these two people-they certainly seem like the most likely pairing. Tell me what you think.