Summary: Nightmares plagued his sleep. He has visions from his past. He remembers it all, his family, friends, his twin brother, lover and best friend. And his home burning. This is a story of Spades Slick, and his past reborn.
Rated: T (just to be safe)

HIIIII! So i have recently become a rather big fan/fangirl of Spades Slick..And this is just a fan writing thing, so you don t like the summary, then don t read. Homestuck - Andrew Hussie _

"Drive! Damn it Droog, push on the gas pedal!" Slick yelled as he took out his gun and shot at the car behind them.

"Faster!"

"God dammit Slick, I m driving as fast as the damn car would go!"

"Shit." Loud bangs exit the the pistol. The speeding bullets hits the green metal of the 1939 Jaguar Sedan that belongs to the Felt gang. Droog makes a sharp turn onto Manhatten Street. New York is the favored hideout of the Felt.

Slick growls as he nearly falls out of the window of his car, and turns to yell at his second in command, just when an image enters his head.

Flames eat away at the town. His beloved town. The smell of burning flesh and blood of his citizens enter his nostrils. Panting, he turns to the one standing over him. She took her staff, raised it, and-

Slick let out a yelp. He sits back into his seat, and pants. Droog looks over to him. "Need me to pull over?"

"No. Pull over when we lose them."

"Are you sure? You don t look-"

"Just drive!" With that, Diamond Droog pushes on the gas pedal, and speeds up onto the highway.

-
"The hell are you two?"

"We had to get a room in a motel. Slick had another image."

"Another? When are these going to end?"

"The hell should i know? I m not a doctor, Boxcars."

-With Duece and Boxcars-
"You should know Droog. You ARE his closest friend."

Clubs Deuce over hears that his beloved superior has had another vision from the past. Spades Slick has been getting images his past life for three and a half weeks. Deuce feels sad, knowing he can t do anything to help. The Midnight Crew, of which he is part of, are like his family. And all he wants to is for them to be happy. Well, Boxcars is usually pretty cheerful, and Slick can be too at times. The real challenge is Droog. He is always so grey, and serious. Deuce had tried to get him to play a game with the rest of the crew, but all Droog wanted was to read the newspaper. Stupid Droog. Not playing with his friends on Christmas0.

"Deuce, did you hear me?"

"Huh? What?"

"I said we need to get back to Slick s apartment and get his stuff, as well as our own."

"Well, what about Droog? He said not to worry about him. He ll get his own stuff when we babysit Slick."

"Oh. Well, where are we going?" Boxcars stops to think. He purses his lips. I don t know. he looks to his little companion and raises an eyebrow. "Where are we going?" Deuce merely shrugs and gets into the passenger side of the car. Boxcars brings the engine to life, and drives to Slick s apartment on Mass Ave in Boston. On the way, Deuce turns on the radio. "Ooh, i like this song. Turn it up Duece." Jazz rocks the car, as it is turned to medium volume, and Boxcars sings along and Deuce laughing at his buddy s bad singing. And on the highway, they ride, to snoop around in Slick s apartment.

"Mamma, where you going?" A tall, beautiful queen lays in her splendid bed. Thin as a twig, her obsidian colored skin still glows perfectly in the golden sun, and her long eyelashes frame her pearl eyes. She looks down at her oldest son, kind and noble, who has inherited her beauty. "Come here my son." She sits in the out of place green grass of the lushes hills by the castle. The little dersite goes over to his mother, and she pulls him onto her lap. The wind comes and gently plays with the trees, maneuvering through each leaf, tickling the skin of the living creatures of the kingdom.

"You need not worry about where I am going"

She raspberries the boy s tummy and he giggles. "But mamma, I wanna know."

"The more time you worry, the less time we have to spend together like this."

"Zoura, there you are". A tall, wide man stands behind Zoura, and her son. Another little boy comes from behind Aslan. Big brother! He runs to his older brother and his mother. Hi! The two boys hug tightly, never wanting to let go. The family sits there for the rest of the peaceful morning...

"Morning." Droog's smooth voice flows into the sleepy dersite's brain. He groans, and cracks open his eye. "Tell me again why we are on this damn planet?"

"The other one has Sn0wman."

"Right." Slick's eye closes, and mouth parts a bit. He takes in a deep breath, and tries to sleep more. Droog lets him and pulls out an Earth book. He opens to page fifty of To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. Two minutes go by, then the door slams open. Boxcars yells excitedly of his arrival, and drops the suitcases on the floor. "So, what s for breakfast? I m starv-" he stops when he sees a hard glare from a certain snowy eye. "Sorry boss." The tired Slick just goes back to sleeping. Soon, his mind escapes into photo shots of the sweet little dersite famil

Yes. This is somewhat based off a rp w/my friend and i. We both think this story is so cute, so i had to write it down XDDD Slick 3 i love you.