Thank you all so much! I got those ten reviews, and because of that, here you go: chapter seven! I'm going to let you all go straight to the story and I'll reply to my reviews at my A/N at the end of the chapter. All I have to say is one thing: Enjoy.
DeadlyRedAlice
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I cleared my throat and knelt next to him, examining how bad off he was. "You seem to have sprained your ankle, cracked three ribs, dislocated your shoulder, and have too many bruises to count," I analyzed, feeling it all out, gaging how intense it actually was by his expressions, which were unusually open and free. I couldn't stop gazing at him every few seconds, taking in those eyes that he hid from everyone. They were stunning.
"What? That's it?" he joked, chuckling lowly. His eyes seemed to droop a bit as his injuries began to take their toll.
"Oh no you don't. You got to stay awake," I scolded, shaking him a bit. He blinked groggily up at me.
"How come you aren't injured? I mean, I am really glad you aren't, but -" he mumbled up at me. I pushed some of his hair out of his face, granting him a small smile.
"Half demon, remember? I don't get hurt easily, at least not physically. I'm going to start with your ribs. I'll try to make sure you don't feel anything," I promised, my magic glowing white as my hand hovered over his abdomen. I pressed down and began fixing him back up.
"Amy!" Darla yelled suddenly, knocking me out of whatever it was I had going on. Both her and Cecelia were looking at me oddly.
"Have you heard a word we've said?" Cecelia questioned, putting her hands on her hips and giving me one of those 'just try to lie to me' looks.
"No, not really. I just got distracted. I'm sorry," I replied honestly. I was not, however, going to tell them what I was distracted with. It seemed that even if I ran away from the actual guy, he was determined to haunt me.
"It's fine. Really. I'm sure you are just getting pre-date jitters," Darla offered, giving me the perfect excuse. I nodded silently. As part of embracing my life, I invited Darla and Cecelia over to help me get ready. This was definitely not my forte. Not to mention, that with all my weird visions, I'd get absolutely nowhere without them. I don't think I had seen Colleen more thrilled than when she opened the door to my two friends.
"Come on. Let's get started. We will start with the dress," Cecelia interjected, walking into my closet and turning on the light. I groaned.
"Why must it be a dress?" I asked, allowing Darla to drag me in after her. I had managed to find enough pants to last me since I've been awake, avoiding all the. . . 'girly' stuff I had found. Heels I could deal with. A dress? Not so much.
"Because," she replied simply.
"Because why?" I pressed, wanting a real answer.
"Because you'll look cute in a dress!" Cecelia exclaimed.
"You are such a cute little nurse," he joked suddenly, sounding a little loopy. I ignored the small blush that came on my cheeks and focused solely on healing him. "Especially when you smile," he continued, giving me a little grin himself. "I like when you smile. It makes me want to smile," he went on, sounding now a little nonsensical. Part of me knew I should shut him up, before he said something he would regret later, but he was being so cute. I just couldn't stop him now. "Is that your real hair color?" he questioned suddenly, giving me a lopsided grin. It took all my willpower not to burst out laughing right then and there.
"Of course it is my real hair color. Why wouldn't it be?" I retorted softly, a few giggles escaping me. Did he really see me as the type to dye my hair? I mean, let's be realistic here. I keep it cropped short just to avoid having to actually do something with it, and yet he thought I would dye it every few weeks. It was preposterous.
"Well, it's kind of surreal, very pretty purple," he mumbled, reaching up and fingering a strand of it. I blushed even more. "I like it," he said sounding so young. He yawned then, his eyes drooping a bit.
"You should wear this one!" Cecelia exclaimed, once again, bringing back my focus from, well, whatever it was I was focused on, back to her. I dropped the strand of hair I had been absentmindedly twirling around my finger and examined the dress she was holding out to me with distaste. While the color was quite beautiful, it was strapless and probably didn't even reach the middle of my thigh. The color, however, was a gorgeous deep blue of the ocean. A small part of me wanted to put it on, just to see how it would look. Instead, I made a face to them and turned to find some pants. "Come on! At least try it on," Cecelia begged, jutting out her bottom lip at me. Darla did the same.
"Pretty please?" she pleaded, widening her eyes, trying to look more innocent. I glanced between the two of them before sighing.
"Fine," I conceded, snatching the dress out of her hands and slipping into the bathroom. I was about to close the door when Darla stopped me.
"Wait!" she yelled, sticking her foot in the door.
"What?" I groaned, opening it back up. Darla stood in the doorway holding up a strapless bra, waving it in front of my face, a smirk on her lips. I narrowed my eyes at her before taking the garment and once again, this time succeeding in, closing the door. I heard the two of them began to talk quietly on the other side, the only words I could catch being 'matching', 'perfect', 'adorable', and 'shoes'. I closed my eyes and took a calming breath before stripping out of my clothes, switching my bras, and shimmying into the blue dress. Zipping it up, I glanced in the mirror. It was beautiful. It really was. But it wasn't . . . it wasn't me. It rested on my cleavage, showing just enough that it made me feel scandalous, even though it wasn't that bad. As I suspected, it did not reach my mid-thigh, instead a couple of inches above it. But the color . . . It brought out the blue in my eyes. Then it had a silver rhinestones line right below my chest, only accentuating what I had more. It also cinched in at the waist, showing off how truly tiny it actually was. It was tight, tight enough to show off my curves perfectly, as well as being tight enough that I didn't have to be worried that it would slip down. But . . .
"Are you dressed yet?" Cecelia asked impatiently through the door, making me twist to face it in surprise. I sighed, giving my reflection one last look.
"Yeah, but I think I'm going to change back. I don't think I like it," I replied, already reaching for the zipper. The door swung open, and Darla slapped my hand away.
"Oh no you don't! Not until. . ."
"Oh no you don't," I muttered sending a surge of power through him like a spark of electricity. He jolted back awake, seeming more alert.
"What was that for?" he groaned.
"I can't have you falling asleep and slipping into a coma, now can I, Boy Blunder?" I asked teasingly, finishing up with his ribs and moving to his ankle. I fixed it easier than I had the ribs and moved to his shoulder.
"But why not?" he pouted, wincing as I gently prodded his shoulder. It was even worse than I originally thought.
"Because you are Robin. Can you imagine the uproar, I would have to deal with if I came back with you in a coma?" I explained dryly, smirking a little bit. He gave dry chuckle, rolling his eyes.
"Sometimes I wished I didn't have to be Robin," he murmured honestly. I met his eyes concerned. He wasn't actually looking at me, his eyes kind of dazed as if he was off in his own world.
"What do you mean?" I questioned slowly, wondering whether he even realized he was talking to me.
"The responsibility and expectations can drive a person mad," he answered, his eyes returning back to normal and giving me a look full of . . . something. I couldn't quite figure out what. "I'm lucky I have you. You keep me sane," he said, making me blush and look away. Quickly and before he could realize what I was doing, I relocated his shoulder back to its proper place with a sickening crack. With his uninjured hand, he grabbed my arm, squeezing it as if that would alleviate the pain. I had to give him credit though, he didn't cry out at all. I ignored the fact that I was starting to lose all feeling in the spot the he was holding, glad that I could be here for him.
"Oh come on. I'm not the only one keeping you sane. What about the rest of the team?" I questioned, figuring that if I could keep him talking, it would be less likely that he would go unconscious.
"You are kidding me right?" he asked through his ground teeth, giving me a pointed look.
"Of course not! What about Cyborg? He-" I began insistently.
"He is a vital member of the team, but he in no way helps my sanity. I love him to death but we butt heads way too much. Too much testosterone. Next?"
"Starfire is-"
"A wonderful person, an incredible friend, and an essential teammate. Still doesn't help keep me sound of mind. She is too nice. I can't count on her to keep me honest. Want to try again?"
"Beastboy-"
"Really?" he questioned, not even going to argue his point. I sighed.
"You are right. I don't even have an argument for him," I admitted, finishing up healing his ankle. I moved to his face which had that large gash above his eyes, as well as the fact that his cheek was turning purple. "I still don't see how I help though," I murmured, running a hand gently across the bruise. I began healing it, keeping my eyes trained on my hand so I wouldn't have to look into those eyes of his.
"Really? You don't? Because I do. Raven, you are the only reason I'm not in some institute for the mentally insane. Do you know anyone else that keeps me in line like you do, or stays up late with me, or does all that you do? You are my conscience, my backbone, my strength, my sanity. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he rambled. "That wasn't supposed to make you cry," he said a little laughingly, wiping away a tear I hadn't even realized I had shed.
"You won't lose me. I promise," I said, meeting his eyes, giving him a small smile.
"I'm holding you to that,"
"Amy, are you okay? What's wrong?" I looked up surprised, meeting Cecelia's eyes, realizing I was crying.
"I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't what came over me." I said quietly, not wanting to share what really happened, wiping away the tears quickly.
"It's probably just nerves," Cecelia said, though by the look in her eyes, it didn't seem like she believed herself.
"Right. Nerves," I answered, letting all of us pretend to believe that.
"Now let's keep getting you ready," Darla said, trying to break the mood. "Oh, and you're wearing the dress," she continued, giving me a look.
"Fine,"
What did you think? Any good? Once again, ten reviews, and the next chapter will be up as soon as it is written. Now onto the reviews:
To Twiheartlover: Thank you. And truly, I wish I could promise that I'd would review consistently and be good about all that but unfortunately, I am no stranger to writer's block. In fact, he visits quite a lot, and he likes to stay for a while. Sad but true. So I do what I can. :) Anyways, thank you so much for reviewing.
To TheMaskedShuppeteer: I'm glad you enjoyed it, eve nif it was a bit short. In general, my chapters do tend to be on the shorter side. I don't know why, it just happens that why. Sorry. But I'm glad you like the memory and I hope these were good too. :) Thanks for reviewing!
To Alexis Fowl: None taken, though I am a little curious now to why not. I just decided to do it because of how ridiculous it was to think about and because I thought that it would make sense because they would want her as far away from her true self as possible, See where I am coming from? Anyways, I still plan on having a fight scene so no worries, and believe me, I don't plan on making Red X evil. In fact, in my opinion, he just said that to Robin to annoy him. There might be a little something between him and Raven, but if so, it will be little. Personally, in my opinion, there is no competition, because Robin would always win. Anyways, thank you for reviewing! :D
To SladeRavenFan: I agree with you, I really do, but it wouldn't be very interesting if she just remembered and all was good. And sorry, I can't give you any spoilers because there are no spoilers to give. I don't actually know yet what exactly happened. I mean, I have a vague idea, but definitely nothing concrete enough to tell anyone about. So, sorry. :) And trust me, I try to make sure that even if I don't get all the reviews I want, that I at least try to update sometime in the next week. I don't always succeed, but I do try. Anyways, thanks for the review! :)
To wolffie. lover: I honestly do not know. Probably not anytime in the next few chapters, however, there will probably be more flashbakcs, mostly because they are fun to write. :D Anyways, thank you for the review!
To ingenium posse: I am so glad you liked it! Hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter. Thank you for reviewing!
To k.l.a.i.n.e. love: I'm glad you enjoyed the memory. I hope its continuation was just as good. And well, the date will be ... interesting. And Robin will be ... interesting. So I guess it will be interesting. ;D
To Koobalt: I'm glad! I hope it was to your liking! :)
To Smiles-X-Giggles: Nah, I'm the same way, so no worries. In fact, I am usually worried that I talk about myself too much, but some things I guess just can't be helped. :D Exactly! We can't just keep each other amused. :b
Omg, I just wen and saw 'Mirror Mirror' yesterday with some friends and in it the prince takes a potion that makes him act like a puppy. The point is, when you said that, that was immediately what I thought of. It is freaking hilarious really.
I'm the same way. The second the topic becomes about the Teen Titans ... BAM! I can't be shut up. :D
Make it as long as you want! :D
I'm glad somebody else thought it was logical too. I was worried that it would be too OOC for him, but I really wanted to put it in.
I want to give him a hug too. The only problem is, I don't think i'd ever let go, so that's probably not the best idea. ;D And I'll think about her talking to someone about it. It's a good idea. :) Might just do exactly that.
The date will be ... interesting as will Tyler and Robin. But no more. Can't give it all away. ;)
Lol, I probably would have updated just for you. :D
Okay, so I literally about died when I saw that you had favorited all my Teen Titans stories. You are freaking awesome. I just thought you should know. :D
To Angelic Toaster: I am so glad you enjoyed it. I hope that this chapter was just as good. Thank you for reviewing. :)
Well that's all of them. Thank you all so so so much for reviewing. It really means a lot to me. :') Anyways. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own anything. Thanks.
-DRA
