Nothing Without You
A/N: So I know that I was supposed to be writing a small follow up to 'When It All Falls Apart.' I know that I was supposed to be writing a birthday piece. But have you ever tried to write a birthday piece when your own birthday is coming up? Especially your own 21st birthday? Are some of you even over the age of 18 yet? Lord I suddenly feel old. Anyway this piece is vague and obtuse and I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote it.
Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own the Teen Titans or DC Comics. Or the song used in the title, which belongs to Vienna Teng. Her music is like a writing drug. It just hits your veins and bam! You start a story. Anyway here it is.
Years later and she still couldn't stand the sight of the place. The sight of the island, so barren, so empty, so quiet, that it broke her. The image of something so familiar looking so desolate, so alone, destroyed the walls around her heart. Shattered her, much like the island had been shattered.
She remembers so clearly, the day everything had fallen. The day everything had broken. The day they had fallen. The battle was supposed to be easy. Simple. Quick. They didn't know that it had been a trap that had been set up to destroy them. And by the time they realized the truth it was too late. They couldn't escape. They'd lost before they'd ever begun.
Their defeat had been swift and brutal. And despite the fact that the cavalry had arrived in time to save their lives and help them take back what was left of the island it was too late. The damage had been done. They had been broken. Torn asunder. Destroyed. They had failed and they had fallen. They broke apart a week later, each going their different paths.
She disappeared for this world completely. Left the humiliating defeat. Left her team. Left this dimension. She crossed from one world to the next, feline more lost and lonely than ever before.
And all the while she swore she heard someone whispering her name. Calling her back to where she'd begun.
Her return to Earth left her more broken than she was before. She tried to avoid the island, but like the ever present and elusive voice, it called to her. She had no choice but to heed to its siren song.
She wanted to leave. Standing amongst the debris and ash of her former home made her ill and all she wanted to do was flee. She questioned why she'd come back here in the first place. Over some voice? Some figment of her imagination that 'called' to her, made her feel less alone? How sad was she that all it took was a whisper on the wind to drag her back to the place where they'd fallen. She knew nothing about this 'voice'.
Except…except that the voice knew her. Truly made her feel as if it knew her, had known her forever. As if it cared about her. She knew that if she ignored it, if she let it go she would be empty. She was nothing without it. So she followed it wherever it led her.
It was the shift in the air that told her they were there. Told her that they'd all returned to their home. Each of them following their own bodiless, shifting, ever present voice. It led them back home. Led them back to one another. Reminded them that they were nothing without each other.
A/N: I did mention that this was vague right? And obtuse? And that this is what happens when I get hyper? Obtuse, abstract drabbles that only look like a story if you squint at them sideways. So anyway even though Cinco de Mayo is long past and with it my 21st birthday, I've decided that this is my birthday posting. Enjoy it.