Author: ferretgirl1124
Title: Continuity
Genres: Romance, humor
Warnings/Disclaimers: 1st person POV, mush, slight smut, small mindedness, follow up
Pairing: SpeedyxAqualad
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While seeking closure, Speedy gets more then he ever could have hoped for.

A/N: Unbeta'd, unspellchecked, and a follow up to Unexpected. Yes, I do hate going in order, why do you ask?

It was a normal enough evening when it happened; Bumblebee was out on a date with Cyborg, the twins were playing gamestation, and I was busy in the evidence room, sorting through papers. Then, just as I was thinking that I might actually finish before midnight, something cloth hit me in the face and slithered down to my lap. "What the...?" I looked up and met a pair of bright green eyes less then an inch from mine. "...Speedy? Why the hell did you just throw a...what is this?"

"It's a jacket, fish boy. Put it on."

"Speedy, I understand that your grip on reality is lax at best, but I have paperwork to do, and -"

"Jacket. Now."

That was when I noticed the determined glint in his eye. For once my archer teammate wasn't just playing some weird joke; he really wanted this. However, it wasn't until he finally took a step back that I noticed what was really strange about this image; not only was he not wearing his trademark mask, but he was dressed in civilian clothes. "Mind explaining?"

"We're going on a date."

"...excuse me?"

He spun my chair around and leaned forward, putting his hands on the arms, effectively pinning me. "You kissed me. Remember that?"

I knew this would come up eventually, but every time I had pictured this scenario, he had responded with a punch, not an invitation to dinner. "Yes...What about it...?"

"Well, I always pictured going on at least one date with my first kiss." He smirked slightly and leaned forward until we were nose to nose, his breath mingling with mine. And I would swear to all the surface deities that the expression I saw in his eyes was lust. "So, what do you say?"

"As much as I hate to burst your bubble, I have to turn down this offer. See, I have to finish this paperwork, and -" That's when I found out that's hard to talk with another person's tongue in your mouth. I froze, and before I coud even think of reacting in any way he had pulled back and was smirking down at me. Smug bastard. "What...the...hell?"

Instead of responding he pulled me to my feet and dragged me towards the door. Once we were out in the hallway he wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me along, which wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for the fact that we were heading towards the bedrooms. When we stopped outside of my room, I paled, and he snorted. "Gimme some credit, fish stick. I just brought you here so you could change. Hurry up, okay?"

I darted into my room and sighed. I could have simply waited in my room until he left, for he was bound to get bored at some point. However, that would come at a high cost; not only his anger, but an awkwardness within the team, both of which were things I wanted to avoid. Besides, a small, treacherous part of me wanted to go, if only to see just want he had in mind. So, after a swift change into jeans and a dark blue shirt, I stood in the doorway, feeling his eyes crawl over every inch of my body. "I'm ready to go whenever you're done with your ocular molestation."

"Fish boy, who talks like that?" He walked forward slowly and hooked his thumbs into my beltloops, smirking when I blushed. "Besides, it's not really my fault I was checking you out; it was yours for being so hot."

"W-what? Speedy...what the hell happened to you?"

He didn't answer, obviously adverse to giving me any kind of explination, even though I couldn't remember ever needing one more then I did then. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the elevator, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to grin at me. "C'mon, hurry up! We're gonna miss the beginning of the movie."

So I hurried, and within ten minutes I found myself perched nervously on his motorcycle, still flustered from the seering kiss I had gotten in the elevator, and unnerved by how tightly I had to told him. I told him to slow down, but he simply laughed, obviously enjoying the situation. If the rest of the evening played out like this, I was being to doubt that I would survive.

"Well...I guess that movie could have been worse."

"Yeah, if they had beat us with a shovel while we watched it."

"Hey, you don't have to be bitchy. I just thought it looked interesting."

I snorted and rolled my eyes, trying to control my urge to grin. "Interesting. Well, that's one way to put it, I guess. I'm just kind of glad we didn't get banned from the theater."

"Oh, we weren't being that loud."

"Yes we were. We just weren't being loud in the way you wanted." I laughed when he started to pout, and linked my arm with his. Sometime during the course of the movie, I had gotten more comfortable with the idea of what was going on, possibly because I had been hoping for it for a lot longer then I was willing to admit. He looked surprised, but happy, and didn't pull away, so I smiled and dragged him towards the parking lot. "C'mon. Since you made me go to that god awful movie, you better be willing to buy me food."

Neither of us thought about the picture we made until someone pushed past us, laughing about fags. Speedy froze and I felt him clench, no doubt on the verge of beating the asshole up. Fortunately for me, he was there, and I had something to focus on besides the mounting rage that was threatening to destroy our date. "Speedy, come on. He's not worth it."

"No, but you are." I blushed and pulled away slightly, surprised. Sure, this didn't seem like a fling to him, but you could never tell. So hearing something like that from him was just...strange. But if there was one thing that was definate about him, it was that he was oblivious; he didn't seem to notice how I was reacting, and simply kept muttering, more to himself then me. "I'm not letting that jackass get away with insulting you..."

"Speedy. Speedy!" I hissed urgently, tugging at his sleeve, and trying to keep us from being overheard. If anyone connected the handsome green-eyed boy next to me to the superhero archer, his secret identity could very well be blown. Finally, when he still refused to calm down, I resorted to a desperate measure. After dragging him bodily into a darker part of the parking lot, I slammed him up against a wall and hissed. "Roy Harper, get a hold of yourself!"

The sound of his given name seemed to shake him, and he blinked at me, mouth hanging open slightly. "...what?"

"Listen to me. He is not worth it. I know you want to...to fight for my honor, or something, but just knowing that you actually care about me is worth dealing with that jackass's insult." I was flushed from my confession, and I knew it, but something I had said had actually gotten through to him and he slumped back against the wall with the beginnings of a smirk playing around his mouth.

"Really, fish boy? I guess that's kinda flattering." I opened my mouth to make a snide comment, but found it once again occupied by his tongue, an decided to let him have the last word for once. After all, there were more important matters to deal with, such as the certainly not unwanted hand that was cupping my ass. I gave in, knowing there would be plenty of time for thought later.

"Ah! No, Roy, I-I aaahh...You...mmmph!" He must have been scrambling at the keypad as we sucked face, but my only indication of this was that the door was suddenly open, almost spilling my onto my ass. "Okay, this was fun, I wanna do it again, but mmph!"

"Garth...talking bad..." He slammed me up against the nearest wall and grinned rougishly, before yanking my shirt down to nip at my neck and shoulders. "Your bed...or mine...?"

I finally forced him back, smiling regretfully. "Roy. This was fun. I want to do it again, soon, and I'll probably end up making out with you again by tommorrow. But I don't want to rush this, alright? That first kiss...was on a whim. I never expected you to return the feelings, and I definately never expected you to act on them if you did have them. So..." I felt a slight blush creep onto my cheeks, but I was still determined to have my say, "So I know I'll probably be sharing your bed soon. Just give me some to adjust, alright?"

He looked disgruntled, then sighed and nodded. "Yeah, that's reasonable." Still, that odd light hadn't left his eyes, and I tensed slightly when he yanked me close again. "But remember this, Garth...you are mine, as much as I've been yours since that kiss, and I won't let you give up on this. Understand?"

"Y-yes. I do." We shared a smile and a searing kiss that kept us occupied through the elevator ride and stumble down the hallway towards our rooms. We parted with another kiss, regretful smiles, and the knowledge that this would happen again in the near future, as well as the slight pleasure that came from knowing that Bee had no doubt heard the moans and would be horrified for many nights to come.