A/N: No idea why I called it Driftwood. Anyway, here are the drabbles. My first chapter is, strangely, Jericho-themed. Sue me.

Most of the time frames don't really exist, but I'll try. Because I'm bound to run out of ideas, I welcome requests from reviewers. just tell me anything you want to see written, and I'll do it. Will give credit.

01. When is soon?
Um, how about when Jericho was ten? Does that help?

Jericho waited forever.

He could still remember the day when he was ten, when his father had first sent him to the top of the mountain. Be a good boy, he had said. Wait for me, will you?

When are you going to visit me? he signed.

His father ruffled his hair. Sometime soon, kiddo. He pecked him on the head. Sometime soon.

That was six years ago.

His father never came.

02. Phantom
Um, when Jericho went mute.

The blade burnt like ice against his neck. He thrashed around, screaming for someone, anyone to help.

Get this thing off my neck!

The knife paused, the point resting on his throat. He strained to get it away from him. "Help!"

"Stop thrashing, Joseph." The voice was metallic, electronically filtered. Yet there was something strangely familiar about it. "It'll hurt less that way."

"Why?" he wailed. "Why are you doing this?"

"It's for the best, Joey. It's for your own good."

My own good? How is this in any way good?

The blade cut into his throat, and he screamed until he found he couldn't.

~Several years later~

The same voice filled his ears again, after so many years.

Jericho could only stare at the screen, his mouth gaping. The scars at his throat burned, a phantom pain from an old injury.

"This is Slade," Robin's voice was saying. "No one actually knows who he is, or even what's his full name."

I do. His name is Slade Wilson, married to Adeline Kane, with three children: Grant, Rose and Joseph.

He has haunted me in the past before, stood by while someone slit my throat. Not even trying to help.

He is my father.

03. Like father, like son
Anytime after Slade tried to conquer the world.

"Hello kiddo. Told you I'd come back."

"You!" Jericho seethed, speaking to anyone for the first time in years. "You cut my throat. You tried to take over the world!"

Slade held up his metal hands. "Personally, Joey―"

"I am not Joey!"

"I didn't slit your throat." Slade ignored him. "And doesn't everyone want to take over the world?"

"No!"

"My dear child," Slade patted him on the head, like he did was Jericho, no Joseph was small. Jericho wrenched his head away. "I only wanted to take over the world for your mother."

The fire in Jericho's eyes diminished a bit. "For mom?"

"Yes, your mother." Slade clasped his hand, and his voice took on a dreamy quality. "Finest woman I've ever met. So glad I married her."

"Yeah, and then you divorced her."

"Hey, she stabbed me in the eye!"

"Only because you came back from a baseball game with my throat slit!"

"It didn't kill you!"

"I wish it did," Jericho growled. "Then I wouldn't live to see the things my father had done."

Slade let out a low laugh. "You'll learn to be proud of me, Jericho. You will learn to appreciate all the things I have done so you can inherit a enormous empire."

"I will never be proud of you. You are a murderer!" Jericho rambled. "A thief! A coward! A―"

Slade tilted his head at him. "If I am a murderer, a thief, and a coward, then what are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"After all, none of this is real. This is all a dream." Slade gestured around him. "I am not real."

"So?"

"I am merely a figure of your imagination, Joseph. I am part of you."

"You're lying! You and I are nothing alike."

"We are much more alike than you would like to think."

"No! we're not!"

Slade began to fade. "Remember this, Joseph. You and I are very alike."

Jericho gave a yell and ran at Slade. "I am nothing like you!" His hands caught thin air.

Slade's and his words bounced around the chamber.

Very alike.

Nothing like you.

Very alike.

Nothing like you.

Very alike.

Very alike.

Nothing like you.

Very alike.

VERY ALIKE.

Slade's words started to overpower his own. Worst of all, they were starting to sound like his own voice.

A/N: Yay for Jericho. Being Slade's kid must suck. On a side note, does anyone else think he's creepy when he possesses people? Anyway. Hoped you liked it, reviews would be nice, blah, blah.

Coming up next: Bbrae. (Never liked the name) And sort of TerraXBeast Boy too.

Requests are welcomed. Flames are not dis-encouraged.