Chapter Seven: Lying Through Your Teeth

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. Or North and South Dakota, so stop asking me.

Why.

Don't play stupid, girl, it doesn't suit you.

I almost lost it.


So I saw, despite the fact that my hands were full dealing with Robin.

You could have told me. Why didn't you tell me?

I needed a believability factor, to make it look like you really were frantic about their precious Tower being destroyed from the ground up. And you worked it in oh-so-well, until…

I know what I did, and I'm sorry. I just wished you would have told me before you demolished my home or all that other stuff. I actually was 'freaking out' you know.


I can take care of myself, Terra.

I know, Slade.

And it's not your home, girl. You had best remember that.

I'm sorry that's not what I—

User has signed off at 12:49a.m.

The laptop emitted a soft beeping noise, letting me know that the "other user" had abruptly signed off and I was left typing to empty air. "Thanks for congratulating me," I muttered, glancing at the black and yellow communicator laying placidly beside the silver computer.

Swallowing a growing lump in my throat, I let my hands hover over the keyboard again and stared at the crisp white box that still held our conversation. What would I say if he was still there?

Glancing around the room brought a slight smile to my face. It was rather nice and the earth-tones were a welcome change from the icy cold starkness of Slade's—what was it—"military compound."

Before I knew it I was running my fingers along the laptop's edge, as if touching it might remove any un-loyal thoughts about Slade. Maybe staring at Slade's computer could stop me from thinking about how everyone here was a teenager and ate junk food, and slept late on the weekends, and knew all the best movies and video games.

Beast Boy definitely has a crush on me by now, I thought, smiling a bit and smoothing down my hair. We did like some of the same stuff-and he actually was funny in a corny sort of way.

And it felt great to leave my hair down again. Slade always made me put it in a ponytail for "practices," which should have been called "torture sessions with Mr. Perfect." Honestly, I don't even think Robin's training will be this hard after Slade's.

A hard lump lodges itself in my stomach and now I'm queasy.

What would I say to Slade if I could?

I'm sorry, I type to empty space. The computer doesn't like this and beeps its annoyance.

User has signed off at 12:49a.m.

I'll try not to screw up with Raven.

It's my fault, you always showed me that.

User has signed off at 12:49a.m.

I'm part of the team now! Aren't you proud of me? I did just what you said, but you're right about mostly everything, you know.

User has signed off at 12:49a.m.

I shouldn't have screamed like that, when you and Robin were fighting in the elevator thing. I should have known you could beat him—you do every time.

But I swear I won't let Raven be suspicious of me anymore. I swear, Slade.

I wish you would have said something about me getting into the Titans. I wish I meant something to you. I hope I do. I really, really hope I do.

I don't want to be alone here. It's really weird because I'm trying to do what you asked, but I'm not sure and it's late and even though I'm in the Titans I feel like I'm all alone and you don't care.

My dear girl, you are never alone.

User has signed off at 1:14 a.m.

Author's Note: WoOoOo…creepySo? You like it? I hope so! Anyway, I really don't have much to say right now, but remember to REVIEW ON YOUR WAY OUT! Let me remind you that this is not a blatant Slade/Terra fic, and any undertones you may have detected can be interpreted any way you wish. I'll update, but with college courses looming over my head, it may be awhile. This was just a little snippet I felt like doing.