Me: This story is just written as writer's block fiction.

Wykkyd: …

Me: It is indeed a Jericho/Wykkyd

Wykkyd: … (Eye roll)

Me: …Creepy… I don't own the Teen Titans.

Jericho couldn't believe that he had gotten himself captured. One moment he was fighting Cinderblock, the next moment he was getting picked up by the stone giant's hand wrapped around his waist. Oddly enough, he didn't get crushed. Apparently, Kyd Wykkyd wanted him alive. The giant, in his rumbling voice, muttered something about weirdo, gay fan boys. He then proceeded to tell Jericho that he was uncommonly quiet and compliant for a hostage. All Jericho could do was shrug.

Finally, after hours of walking through the city, and destroying most of it,
Cinderblock stopped at an old Wayne Industries building. Jericho cocked his head to the side but said nothing (obviously!). Once inside, they were greeted by See-More and Kyd Wykkyd. That's when Jericho started to get scared and struggle. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, which confused the villains.

Wykkyd stepped up to the still struggling boy and forcefully grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at him. Jericho stared fearfully into the other mute's eyes, his own green eyes widening. Finally Wykkyd seemed satisfied that the body-jumper was going to be still. He released his chin and waved towards Cinderblock and See-More, who had been chuckling the whole time. Cinderblock put his hand in front of Jericho's eyes so he couldn't see where he was going.

When Cinderblock moved his hand, Jericho could immediately tell that they weren't in the same room. Hundreds of villains were shouting and cheering as the frightened mute was brought into the room. He shook, struggled, and silently screamed as the villains laughed. When their chuckling died down they realized that the Honorary Titan wasn't making any noise.

"Oi! What's wrong with his voice?" Punk Rocket shouted from the crowd.

Jericho's three escorts all stared in confusion at the trembling hero. Cinderblock put him down and watched as the green eyed boy put a hand to throat as if on impulse. He then lowered his hand slowly as the criminals in the room watched curiously. Someone shouted something about checking his throat, and Jericho's eyes widened. He took a step back and covered his neck.

Wykkyd stepped closer and glanced at See-More who grabbed hold of Jericho's wrists. Cautiously, Kyd pulled down the collar of the younger boy's shirt and was shocked when he saw a thin pale scar spread across his throat. This new development shocked all villains into silence. Suddenly, Jericho jerked as Wykkyd's eyes glowed an angry ruby. He seemed to shimmer in the air and disappear only to reappear a second later.

Wykkyd pointed at a screen and pictures began to flash across it as an angelic voice flowed over the speakers.

A young boy about eight or nine was being dragged across the floor like a puppet and roughly thrown into a cell.

They called me a devil, said I was evil. Like my mother. I didn't believe them but they believed themselves. I was taken away from my brother, William, and my father. My mother was already dead, killed by the men she made me promise not to hurt.

Another man came and retrieved the boy dragging him to a raised wooden platform. He was once again thrown onto the floor. A child's voice could be heard calling out to the boy.

"No! Don't hurt him! Joseph! Joseph, please!"

My younger brother was so brave, and yet he said I was the hero of the family. No matter what, I could always count on my brother.

"William! Stay back! I'll be okay, just stay away from these men!" the boy cried to the child who had run into the room. The child, William, had blonde hair, like the other boy, with blue eyes that contrasted against the other's green ones. William was pulled away from the platform by another man who seemed to be an older version of Joseph.

I don't care how brave my brother thought I was. I was scared to death about what was going to happen. I couldn't fight against these men lest they think themselves right. I was stuck.

"Quiet, boy! Or you'll get a worse punishment then what's about to happen!" A rough voice growled from above Joseph. An older man leaned down yanked the blonde boy up by his white shirt. He grabbed a nearby knife and slit it across the boy's throat. It missed his windpipe, but cut his vocal chords. William screamed.

"The man you possessed," the old man snarled, "didn't die, so we couldn't kill ya!"

The old man left and William and Joseph's apparent father ran up to him, tying a rag to his throat to stop his bleeding.

I didn't die that day, but I wish I had. My voice was stolen from me in such a way that I could never get it back. No matter how much I begged.

The villains seemed to snap out of a daze as the mini horror movie ended. They turned to stare up at the now silently sobbing hero. All of them wondered how such a kid could grow up to be a hero after what he had endured. A few of the female villains took a step towards the platform as Jericho collapsed onto his knees and hugged himself, their motherly instincts kicking in. Finally, Angel broke through the crowd and kneeled down by the mute boy. She wrapped her arms around him, and he instantaneously melted in his enemy's arms. 'Ironic' he thought 'I've found true motherly comfort in my enemy's hands.'

She pulled him away and fixed her golden eyes on the mute hero. The hard gaze she was going to give him melted at the sight of him so broken. As damaged as she had seen heroes get, they always seemed to jump back on their feet, but one look at this scared, trembling boy and everyone would wonder how he would get back on his feet. Angel didn't think he could. Nearly all the female villains had circled around him by that time. As soon as he noticed, he put his head down, his cheeks tinged pink. The women squealed at how cute he looked.

The cameras had zoomed in on this and the rest of the female villains cooed and squealed as Jericho's gay admirers blushed. The girl's surrounding Jericho cooed with delight as he hid his face in Angel's shoulder in embarrassment. Finally, Angel noticed a bloody spot on Jericho's shirt, and she gasped. The others surrounding the mute followed her gaze and paled at the sight of the blood covered fabric. They weren't hemophobic; they were protective of their new "hostage".

Jericho glanced at the spot and immediately started to unclasp the golden bands on his wrists. He untied the golden waist band and tugged off his purple vest. Finally, he unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt. He yanked it off and inspected the gash on his arm. He wasn't overly muscular but he wasn't lanky. He had just enough muscles to impress. As soon as he noticed everyone staring at him, he blushed and went back to staring at the cut on his arm.

"Here," Angel said to him," I got it." She inspected the gash and nodded to Kyd Wykkyd. He disappeared and reappeared with a moist towel and ace bandages. Angel took the towel and gently dabbed at the cut. Jericho didn't even flinch as the pressure was applied. This made Angel wonder, 'How much pain did he go through exactly?' She wrapped his arm with the bandages and tied it tightly. Suddenly a quiet growling sounded, although with how quiet the room was, everyone could hear it.

Jericho blushed as all eyes turned to him. Angel's eyes narrowed as she stared at the embarrassed boy.

"How long have you gone without food?" she asked. Jericho held up two fingers and Angel's eyes softened. "Two hours?" she asked. Jericho grinned at her sheepishly and signed four letters that she easily deciphered. "DAYS!" She shrieked. The green eyed boy scratched the back of his head nervously as everyone in the room gaped at him.

Jericho didn't know what all the commotion was about. It was normal for him to go days without food. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote in his beautiful, curly handwriting, I've gone without it for longer. She stared at him and said," How long?" Four days. The answer was simple yet disturbing. Angel, or any villain for that matter, couldn't imagine going four days without food.

Angel made up her mind after brief deliberation, and dragged the hero out of the room towards the cafeteria/kitchen. Jericho's usual escorts, plus the rest of the Hive Five, followed closely behind. The shocked boy stumbled but regained his balance quickly. In fact all his movements were quick for someone who had gone two days without food. This made his official 'mother' wonder how often it was for him to go so long without food. And most importantly, how did the Titans not notice it? All these questions disturbed her and angered her at the Titans lack of care.

When they finally made it to the dining hall, only Johnny Rancid and a few other villains, who saw everything on the TV in the room, were there. Johnny grinned at the still shirtless boy. Cinderblock, See-More, and Kyd glared at the motorcyclist as Angel made Jericho a plate. When she came back, said boy was shocked at the amount of food on the tray. She set it down in front of him and disappeared again only to reappear out of nowhere with two glasses, one filled with orange juice and the other filled with milk.

Jericho just stared at the amount of food on the plate. He had never seen so much in his life. Angel had gotten him two pieces of toast with blackberry jam, two scrambled eggs at least, grits, oatmeal, and pancakes with butter, syrup, and raspberries. He picked up a piece of toast and ate it slowly to give his stomach time to welcome it. He occasionally drank some orange juice as he finished his toast off. He then got started on the oatmeal. He managed to finish that, his milk, and half of his pancakes before giving up.

Angel thought that was satisfactory for someone who could, and would, go days without eating. She knew that most other guys would eat all of that in ten seconds flat and then ask for seconds. The other Hive Five members bombarded him with questions as Angel cleaned up the plate. She returned to Gizmo and Billy laughing at the red that tinged Jericho's cheeks. It was then she noticed the tired look on his face.

"How long have you gone without sleep?" she asked with narrowed eyes. He held four fingers and Angel asked hopefully," Days?" Jericho shook his head. He pointed up then held his thumb and index finger apart a bit. Angel sighed. She should have expected that."Months," she said flatly. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Jericho flinched then nodded.

Cinderblock held his hand down just low enough for Jericho to sit on it comfortably. He then proceeded to walk out, following Angel's orders. The young hero began to slouch slightly, and his eyes drooped. Angel flew up to him and whispered soothing words that caused Jericho's eyes to droop further. She pushed him down gently with some protesting on the mute's side, but finally she managed to get him to lie down. He fell asleep almost instantaneously causing his 'mother' to smile. The others were shocked.

Suddenly, Cinderblock paused and said," Where are we taking him to sleep?" All eyes turned to Wykkyd who looked at them with a 'What' face. They grinned and he sighed and nodded. Angel literally flew at him and hugged him. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANYOU!" She said. Wykkyd just looked at her with a 'Get the fudge off of me' look. The other members of his team burst out laughing.

When Jericho awoke he found himself in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Suddenly, everything from about three hours ago flooded his memory. Instead of trembling and crying like he would have done at any other time of his life, he smiled fondly. He then got out of bed…and immediately noticed the black shirt covering his torso. He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off. He opened the door and almost stepped on Angel, who was asleep at the foot of the door. He smiled and gently shook her shoulder. She moaned and glared at him making him fall into silent hysterics.

"You should get more sleep," Angel said in her motherly way. He stubbornly shook his head, and then grinned when she began to scold him on not getting enough sleep. He promised her to get more sleep at night and she finally settled down. That's when she noticed the familiar black shirt hanging on his frame. She grinned and said," Wearing Wykkyd's clothes, are we?" Jericho's eyes widened and a blush covered his cheeks at the teasing tone in her voice.

He remembered something and dug out some paper and and a pencil, two things he was never without. What are we going to do about me being a hero? I have to go some time. He handed her the paper and she frowned. Suddenly he had an idea. He plucked the paper from her grip and wrote, If the Titans find me in one week, I'll go back with them. If, for some reason, they don't, I'll stay. Angel nodded in agreement and rushed to tell everyone else.

Surprisingly, the villains cheered at the news. This caused Jericho to blush, which in turn caused some of the others to blush. The Hive Five ran up to him with huge grins on their faces. Suddenly, Gizmo and Wykkyd frowned. Giz whispered something to Wykkyd who nodded and disappeared. He reappeared and Gizmo hooked up a little box to the DVD player.

"When I was spying on the Titans, I noticed this. Sorry Jericho," Gizmo said as he turned on the giant TV. Jericho's eyes widened as the mini movie started.

Robin and Starfire were sitting on the coach watching some random TV show. Herald walked in and smirked at the two, but decided to leave them in peace. Something seemed to dawn on him as he headed towards the kitchen. He turned to the couple sitting on the coach and asked, "Do either of you know where Jericho is?" Both teens shook their heads.

"Is he still asleep?" Robin asked. Herald shook his head. "Naw. That boy never sleeps in. Wonder if he went for a walk." All three teens looked at each other and shrugged. No one else even noticed that Jericho wasn't there and all forgot about it. All forgot about him.

Jericho hung his head as tears dripped out of his eyes. All villains in the room looked at him in sympathy. They knew that if they were ever missing, the other villains would go on a friggin' man hunt for them. The young hero looked even more broken. Angel immediately darted over and pulled him into a hug to try to comfort the poor boy. She pulled away from him with a stern look. "If they don't even know your sleeping patterns, they aren't your friends. How could they not notice if you never eat or if you're always tired?"

Jericho stared at Angel as she went into a full blown rant. Billy seemed to notice something, which he pointed out to See-More. They grinned and walked up to the (ex-) Hero. Billy's grin widened as he began to tease him on wearing Wykkyd's shirt. The rest of the villains overheard and laughed at the red mute. Wykkyd just looked at them like they were stupid even though all in the room could see the tiniest tinge of red on his cheeks. This is when See-More came and "accidently" bumped Jericho into Kyd Wykkyd. Unfortunately, he bumped Jericho a little too hard.

All the villains eyes widened as Jericho's lips crashed onto Wykkyd's. Jericho immediately pulled away from the teleporter who actually looked a little happy about the unplanned kiss. The Hive Five laughed as Wykkyd pulled Jericho back in for another kiss. Jericho instantly turned red at the contact, but he didn't do anything to pull away.

Me: So what do you think? I know this is my first slash, but hey.

Jericho: (signing frantically) why'd you have to put me into this one?

Me: (Shrug) Wykkyd's my favorite villain, you're my favorite hero. Put two and two together and you have a Wykkyd/Jericho fanfic.

Wykkyd: (Grinning like a maniac and signing) I kinda liked it.

Me and Jericho: …O.O