A/N: I'm not sure how good this is going to be. My Betta fish just died tonight, so I'm just a wee bit depressed. I wanted to get this chapter written because I have a special one lined up for Halloween. It's my favorite holiday.
Alright I have a bit to add here. I want to deeply thank the lovely Wynja for her idea in planting the bug and false web site into the obsession's computer! If you don't know who this author is… Where the heck have you been people? Look her up!
I don't own Teen Titans or Avatar: The Last Airbender. I'll fight you for them though.
Chapter Four - Talk Like That.
Part One: Slade
It was easy to gain access to her personal computer. It was even easier to plant the harmless Spywear that has the advertisement pop up on most of her most trafficked
sites. He actually had a bit of fun with the idea, creating a trap for his drug. A simple as that read:
'Saw someone in the store, but never asked their name? Couldn't get the courage to make that first move? Find them here, read descriptions from people in your area. Who knows, someone might be searching for you.'
It was perfect. All he had to do was create false profiles and descriptions, then the one real one for her. The sound of keys clicking stopped after several minutes as I review my work.
'Looking for the teenage girl from the Jump City Airport the day of October 5th. We met but I did not get the chance to introduce myself before the tragic explosion.
I am wondering if you are alright, seeing as how you practically threw yourself off of the observation deck. You landed hard on your feet and just started running. I thought you were breathtaking in the bright sunlight. You have very long black hair, large green eyes, and pale skin. You remind me quite a bit of the Teen Titan, Satsuki.
If you somehow find this I would like to talk to you.
Concerned stranger, Wade.'
Now all I can do is wait and hope that she's drawn in.
Part Two: Satsuki
'Another night, another nightmare. It's getting harder to explain them away to my teammates. Robin tells me he understands, but does he really? How can he, how can any of them? Another night of sitting at the computer, playing silly little games to pass my time. I don't want to sleep anymore, I am tired of the terror. Of the pain, of the mourning, of the images that just keep playing over and over again in my mind.' Satsuki stretches after typing her post and takes a look at the web page itself. An advertisement in red catches her focus and she reads it quietly to herself.
"Someone searching for me? I highly doubt that..." She clicks on it anyway and is taken to a separate site where she's asked to sign in. She signs up to the free site and starts to browse what people have posted. She found the search feature where she entered her city, one result showed up. As she read it, her heart sank. It was the handsome stranger from the airport that day... He was looking for her. She looked to the side of the page and found chat enabled, he was online. Hesitantly, she clicked his screen name and watched the chat window pop up.
'Hello, I saw your post on the site. I believe I am the girl you are looking for... Are you the tall man with the white hair and blue eyes?' For the longest minute there was no reply, then she heard the chime and his text showed on the screen. 'Yes, that would be me. I couldn't get your face out of my mind. Your scream scared me. I tried to hold you back when you jumped, but you were just too fast. How are you feeling?' There is was, the question she had been avoiding for weeks now. It was now or never for her.
'Now that you ask, I'm not doing so well. You see, I lost my parents and both my siblings that day. I've been experiencing horrible nightterrors, I just can't shake it...'
The conversation continued on for some time, with him talking her through everything that happened that day and beyond. She seems to lighten up considerably through out the of the chat. He seems to really care about how she felt and what she needed. He seemed alittle shocked that she really was Satsuki Saiyuri of the Teen Titans. At the end of the night they exchanged email, phone, and calender information. She left the site feeling far better about herself then when she started.
Part Three: Night drawing to a close
She closed her browser and shut the thin machine down. He watched as her room was plunged into darkness. When the small camera's lens refocused he could see a light smile play over her soft lips. He smirked under his mask as she got up and stretched. He changed the music in a separate browser to something slow and sexy as his obsession changed for bed.
A/N That took me a while to do. But I got through it!
