Initially, I planned on leaving "Airport Troubles" a oneshot. But thanks to the wonderful RobRaealltheway, I have decided to write a sequel.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, Hawaii, or "Somewhere Out There" by Our Lady Peace.

Summary: Sequel to "Airport Troubles". After the Titans' obstacle course in the airport, they get to go on vacation. But when they get there only bad things seem to happen, including fluff!

"Vacation Troubles"
—Trouble in the Beginning—
ONE

"So, why again did I get stuck with you for a whole week?"

He smiled in his own charismatic way and replied, "Are you sure you didn't win that rock, paper, scissors on purpose?"

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please spare me, mister masculine."

"Or perhaps you wanted some alone time with the changeling now that he's not split pea soup green?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at her knowingly.

"Don't even go there." She turned away from him with a twitching eyebrow and a scowl dimming her feminine features.

"Face it," he said as he relaxed and slouched in his comfortable first class seat. "You just have to spend six utterly beautiful days on a white sand beach by the crystal clear blue waters and all the exotic plants you can dream up."

"But I have to put up with you?" She asked bitterly.

"Well, I didn't say you'd have a bunch of drop-dead gorgeous locals around you, now, did I?" He was smirking and she couldn't stand it.

"Thank you, pheromone boy." She said tartly.

"If you keep up this little hard-to-get attitude, I think the rest of the flight will be very long. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I always love a good challenge."

She just ignored him.

He started singing just low enough for her to hear him. "Hope you remember me / When you're homesick and need a change". She just made the mistake of looking at him. He grinned secretively as he took a breath. She was so caught up in that one awe-inspiring smile that she didn't notice his arm slipping behind her. He ruffled her black hair a little bit and broke any trance that had been upon her. "I miss your purple hair." He leaned his face close to hers. "I miss the way you taste."

"Pervert! Get off of me!" And at that she started bashing her team leader as hard as she could with the little in-flight pillow.

Richard just laughed.

"Miss?" The stewardess came over to see what the commotion was all about. Rachel looked at her and stopped butchering her poor comrade. For the moment, at least. "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?" Rachel was going over the many possibilities when the stewardess kept talking. "Perhaps a drink would dull this certain moment in your love life." Rachel looked at her with mouth agape. "Vodka? Whiskey? Or even a little red wine?"

The first thought that came to Rachel's mind was to start whacking the poor stewardess senseless. However, that was easily discarded when Richard spoke before she could start —or stop— anything. "Yes, miss, a little red wine would help give my fiancé a little peace of mind."

Rachel stiffened. When the stewardess had left on her little errand, she turned to Richard with her eyebrow twitching uncontrollably. "Since when are we engaged?" Somewhere she heard the air blowers going on overdrive.

However, cool as a cucumber, Richard wagged his finger in her face and chided her in a singsong voice. "Temper, temper." She fought to contain her emotions before something less replaceable broke like a window.

After breathing in and out deeply to calm down, she looked at him. "You are unbelievable."

"–ly handsome?" He said with a grin and batted his eyelashes. "Why, thank you." He said so pleasantly that she felt like smacking him.

"You are so!" She exasperated.

"So what?" He asked, once more pressing his luck.

"I can't think of a word horrible enough!" She exclaimed and tried not to let Anger and Frustration take over nevermore.

"I see I've left you speechless." He dramatically sighed. "I guess I'll have to be more careful from now on."

"Here's your wine, sir." The stewardess handed two glasses of wine to the two birds. She looked at Rachel. "I know, long plane rides can be tough. But I hope you have a better time in the romantic island of Hawaii, Miss." Richard thanked her politely and paid for the wine.

"Drink up, my sweet." Richard clinked his glass with hers. "We have a long way to go." He winked at her and she wondered what she had done to deserve this cruel fate. And then she sweat-dropped as too many things came to mind. . .

As Rachel was fuming about her fate and sipped on her cheap red wine, the pilot started talking over the intercom. "Hello, this is your captain speaking. There is gonna be some light turbulence coming up as we head through some storm winds. Don't worry, we're not going to be blown off course by the wind, get struck by lightning, crash in the middle of the ocean where no one will ever find us, and then drown as we find the detachable rafts don't really inflate." He paused in his very bleak speech. "No worries whatsoever."

"Well, that was cheery." Rachel said and forgot about the scene only a few minutes before. For now at least. Then, the turbulence started. The plane started shaking, moving up and down like a lame roller coaster. "What about this is 'light'?" Raven asked as she shifted in her seat so she was more comfortable.

"The captain already explained there is nothing to be afraid of, Rae-Rae. Although, I wouldn't mind in the least if you held onto my arm really tight." He gave her a flirtatious wink.

Rachel was halfway out of her seat and had her fist in the air threatening him for that last remark when, all of a sudden, the turbulence became so bad it nearly shook the whole plane! Everything inside rocked, including a certain empath. She lost her balance and practically fell on top of her vacation companion.

The stewardess happened to hobble by at this particular moment (obviously immune to the turbulence) and smiled sweetly. "See? It's working already." Then, she walked off humming a merry tune.

Just then a certain Goth boy came out of the restroom. He looked at the scene next to him and walked over to where Rachel was still getting up off of Richard and back into her own seat. "I guess you weren't kidding when you said you'd be cuddling in first class," he remarked. He then gave what he thought was a sexy smirk and asked, "Mind if I join?"

Rachel, now in her own seat and scowling at both boys that she was sure were trying to ruin her life and, not to mention, her vacation. "I am surrounded by idiots," was all she could utter and ran a hand through her black hair in frustration. She put her window shade down and reclined her chair all the way so she was practically laying down. "I'm going to sleep. Please wake me up when it's all over."

Richard turned to the Goth. "I think it's pretty safe to assume that's a 'no'." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Tough luck." The boy frowned and shuffled away to his coach seat muttering something incoherent.

"Shut up, Dick." She responded and Richard wasn't sure how she meant that. Either she was calling him names or a nickname and Richard wasn't so sure it was the latter. Either way, he was certain it wasn't a compliment.

"As you wish, sleepy eyes." Richard turned off the light above them, reclined his seat until his matched hers and closed his eyes. However, it wasn't until after Rachel's breathing slowed that he let himself drift off to dreamland. . .

—Fin—

A/N: I had sooo much fun with this chapter. Probably more fun than I should have. I can't wait to write what's going to happen next! Can you guys guess how wrong the trip goes and what will happen to our two favorite birds? Review!

Signed,
Her Sappiness