Title: I need a release from this troublesome mind

Dislcaimer: I don't own TT

Pairing: Slade/Terra

Notes: PleasepleasePLEASE don't read this unless you like Slade/Terra (although, if you got this far, I expect that you do). This takes place right after they leave the House of Mirrors in Betrayal and. Um. Yeah. It's one of those "creepy" fics. I haven't written anything like this in a while...


Terra is not thinking about Beast Boy. She is not thinking about Beast Boy. The last thing on her mind is Beast Boy. She is so much more preoccupied with Slade right now. He thinks she has finally made up her mind. She has. She has made up her mind. She's made her choice.

She's not stupid, she's known that Slade was wary of letting her go to the tower. She knows that it was because of...the Titans. That he didn't want them to win her over, or to distract her. It was not because of Beast Boy, because she's not thinking about him. He knows now that she did get distracted, but she is trying to stay focused.

Still, she couldn't think of Beast Boy earlier when Slade was saying something to her, shaking her arm. Terra could barely focus on Slade at the moment; she was trying to ignore what had just happened. And she wanted to hurt him. Not Slade, never him, never Slade, he's been so good to her...She was just trying to suppress the question, "Why would Beast Boy lie?"

Slade had pulled his mask off to get a better look at her. He said something about her listening to him, and he had sounded vaguely nervous. He had leaned down...

And that was why she wasn't thinking now. She had kissed him. And he hadn't done anything about it except kiss her back. Maybe it was from leftover adrenaline from the fight, or maybe it was because he knew she was just upset, but when he pushed her against the wall, Terra stopped trying to make sense of things.

She can't think of Beast Boy if his hands are on her back and waist, inching under the edge of her shirt, and hers are on the back of his neck. She can't think of anything but Slade when his lips move from hers to her cheek and then her neck. The only name that comes to mind is Slade's, and she does manage to moan it when he becomes more...persistent. But when she pulls her hand away to brush the hair out of her eyes, she sees...

The dim, red light from the exit sign was enough for her to see her hand was shaking. She can think of why it's shaking, why she is trying so hard to forget, why she is letting Slade-

She clenches her hand into a fist, and the cinder block surrounding the sign groans and crunches down, crushing the sign and erasing the red glow. If Slade heard anything -and he most likely did- he didn't give any sign of it.

But now his hands are under her shirt, and her hands are in his hair, and Terra can't decide if she was gasping because of Slade, or because she was trying so hard not to think of him


Um..Yeah. I was trying to go for a stream on consiousness thing, and I hope it didn't come off as rambly. Just review if you like!