Days Gone By
By Time Lady/Lady Timedramon
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters contained within.
Note: This fic was originally done Live Journal's tt500 community
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Quietly I watched Mento give Negative Man directions for our flight. The Doom Patrol's jet was designed for practicality, not comfort. I shifted in my seat to find a better position. Since we last faced the Brotherhood of Evil, the only thing on Mento's mind was stopping the Brain.
I sighed, looking at Mento's profile in the cabin's artificial light. His expression hadn't always been so grim. Mento had read the Brain's mind – seen the Brain's plans. A glance at the empty seat across from me elicited another deep sigh. Normally Beast Boy occupied that seat, but after our last battle with the Brotherhood, Mento sent him away. A part of me was glad – Garfield was far too young to really take part in this dangerous mission. The team was named "The Doom Patrol" for a reason.
Still, I missed the days when the team was more carefree. Closing my eyes, I remembered a time before the Brotherhood's reign of terror.
It had been an amazing night. Mento invited me to dinner at an exclusive restaurant, then the theater. We returned to headquarters by limousine. "Steve," I said as he helped me out of the limo, "I had a wonderful evening." We stopped at the door to the manor serving as our HQ at the time.
"Before we go in. . ." Steve smiled, a glint in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. Once we passed through the doorway, the rest of the team would be all over us. I licked my lips expectantly. Steve took a deep breath, then lowered his lips to mine. Fireworks went off in my head as his arms wrapped around me. I didn't want the moment to end.
"EEEEWWWWWWW!"
Startled, I pushed Steve away. We looked up to find a green monkey hanging from a tree branch. "Garfield," growled Steve.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" I asked, my hands on my hips.
Beast Boy leapt to the ground and turned back to a human. "But Rita, Cliff said I could stay up and watch the late, late movie!" he exclaimed. As tough and gruff as Robotman was, he could be a pushover when Garfield was concerned.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Bed. Now."
Garfield hung his head. "Yes, sir."
Steve put his arm around my shoulders as we watched him drag into the building. The door closed, giving us some privacy. "Next time, we're going to have to be careful not to leave Garfield with Cliff in charge. Now, where were we?" Steve whispered.
It wasn't the first time Steve and I had to be careful about choosing a place to kiss, and it hadn't been the last. The last time had been just before the Brotherhood of Evil reared their ugly heads.
Steve. . . Mento came back to his seat and strapped himself into his seat, bringing me back to the present. "Ready, Rita?"
I nodded, then silently prayed we would come out of our next mission alive.
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