Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fanfiction, and I am not making any money off of this.
A/N: I told you this pairing is my mission for 2015.
DAFFODILS – The flower of new beginnings.
He remembered life before his mountain top hideaway.
The tow haired teen could still hear the pounding needle of his mother's sewing machine. His father's strikes against the punching bag located in the attic. The heavy thud of his brother's soccer cleats against the living room floor, followed of course, by his mother's sharp reprimand. The squeak of his baby sister's shoes against the linoleum floor as she waltzed to the melody of the piano.
Jericho wasn't so far removed from modern society that he couldn't tolerate noise. His memories were filled with it.
He just didn't recall it being so loud.
Jericho knew that adjusting to city life would be a challenge after years of quiet isolation.
And it seemed that everything in the Tower made noise.
Jericho sighed, back sinking against the couch. When in Rome, I suppose… Now was as good as time as any, he had the main room to himself for once.
He didn't remember a television remote having this many buttons.
The television awakened with a click, the bass of an action scene filling the common room. The tow haired teen flinched back, remote falling from his hand in a panic. His fingers plugged his ears, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed.
Who the hell would put the television on that loud?
Cyborg.
A silent scoff echoed from his lips as he reached back for the remote. His fingers frantically punched buttons as he failed to mute the damn thing.
His fingers stilled as the remote became incased with black power. The device floated from his hand to the teen standing behind him. Once the controller hit her hand, without looking she hit a familiar button.
"I don't know what half of those buttons are for, but I know the mute button." Raven smirked dryly.
Thanks. Jericho breathed feeling the relief of the quiet again. Sorry about the noise. I guess I forgot how many buttons a television remote had. He chuckled.
"That remote is Cyborg's special creation." Raven shrugged, walking to the seat next to him. "I am pretty sure there is a button here for the stove."
The mute let loose a silent laugh.
"I'm not joking." The empath replied seriously, eyeing the remote in her hands. "Knowing Cyborg, I am sure there are buttons here for the microwave, the waffle iron and the windows."
Lime eyes widened.
Raven's eyebrows raised knowingly as a small smile tugged at her lips.
I suppose technology has come a long way.
"You haven't been gone that long."
Jericho huffed, running his fingers through his locks. Feels that way. I don't remember things being so complicated.
"I, I'm not," Raven started, clearing her throat. "I'm not from this dimension, so I really can't say. I, personally, don't understand why any human being needs over one thousand channels, but to each their own."
I think our TV growing up had like seven channels. Jericho shrugged. I don't even think I watched the thing. My brother always watched it. The tow haired teen looked over at the empath, her fingers fidgeted with the remote and smirked.
"You didn't watch it with him?"
Jericho's eyes wrinkled with mirth as he shook his head. No. I am not much of a sports guy. The mute's smile was bittersweet. Grant was always the better athlete. I was the musician.
Raven nodded.
There isn't a music room here, is there?
The empath chuckled. "Surprisingly, no." They certainly had room for one. "But there is a music shop downtown."
Jericho's eyes brightened, eyebrows raised with interest. I could use a new guitar.
"You could." Raven nodded. "There is also a nice little bakery that serves cupcakes and tea."
I could use a cupcake, too. Jericho admitted, rising from the couch. Long arms stretched over his head, one hand dropping to his side as the other reached for the empath.
"Jericho?" Raven spoke softly, head tilting a bit.
I could also use some company.
To be Continued…
