REBECCA
CHAPTER 2
WRITTEN BY THE 2ND FOUNDER OF FAT DORIS
(AKA: bowan'arrowchick)
Fades from Theme Song to show the Titans in a house on the beach (where they're staying, and they're still wearing the bathing suit junk) standing around the girl, who's laying on a cot with all the wire things attached to her. (And she's unconscious.)
Silence… Not even the sound of one's breathing… nor the the waves breaking… nor the winds shaking the trees… Just her beating pulse… Machines beeping… Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…
"Uh, who is she?" Beast Boy asked, breaking the silence.
Raven turned to him, annoyed.
"If we knew who she was, why would we be testing for her DNA?"
He scowled at her then quickly reached over and snapped the strap on her dark purple bikini.
"Aah! Beast Boy, I'm gonna kill you!" Raven yelled, the window beside the cot shattering when she screamed.
"Not yet," Robin said, holding up his hand in a stop sign, finally taking his eyes off the girl. "Or at least not here. Take it outside."
Raven glared at Beast Boy, cracking her knuckles threateningly.
Beast Boy gulped. "Uh, pass…?"
"Don't think so."
Raven faked at him. He squeaked then quickly turned into a mouse and ran through the door, into the hall, with Raven hot on his tail. (A/N: Get it! His tail! Hahahahahaha! I crack myself up! No, just kidding. Continue.)
For a moment, the three just stared after them. Then a crash and a scream followed.
"He's not coming back."
"Nope."
"Uh, friends? Where is the girl?"
The boys quickly turned back to face the cot and found the girl had disappeared. The wires were now attached to Starfire, though she hadn't noticed until now. Still too confused to speak, the three looked at each other, sharing the same thought.
"She's got powers," they said simultaneously.
"No, I don't."
They turned to see the girl standing in front of the door, blocking their way out, and holding a gun, which she pointed at the Titans. She still wore the tattered, slightly damp apparel they had found her in; long black, cargo skirt; black combat boots; and long-sleeved, grey tee-shirt with black sleeves.
"Whoa, chill!"
"Please, we mean you no harm!"
"Look," Robin said, stepping toward the strange girl. "We're not going to hurt you; we saved you." He gestured around the room, (which was much like the infirmary at Titans Tower).
The girl stared at Robin, determining if he was telling the truth. Then, slowly, she lowered the gun.
"I'm Robin," he said, reaching out his hand.
"Anna," the girl said, looking him over again unsurely.
"No you're not," Robin corrected. Before she could object, Robin reached forward and swiped at her neck. She backed up, thinking he was trying to strangle her; he didn't. Instead, he held up a long, black chain from which hung a strange, curvy letter 'R'. The girl put her hand to her neck, then sighed.
"Can I have my necklace back?" she asked impatiently, holding out her hand.
"Sure. What's your name?" Robin asked again, still holding the necklace.
"Rebecca. Give it."
He dropped the necklace in her palm, satisfied. She scowled then snapped it back around her neck.
"So, Rebecca," he said, adding a strange emphasis on her name. "What exactly were you doing out there on the… rocks…?"
She rolled her eyes. "Shipwreck, I guess," she answered, fiddling with her gun.
"You guess?" Cyborg asked, crossing his arms.
"I don't remember!" Rebecca snapped, shooting him a dirty look. He returned the favor.
"What do you remember?" Robin asked.
"Nothing. I was on a ship. That's it."
Robin glanced at Cyborg, signaling he wasn't falling for it.
"Okay," he said, turning back to Rebecca. "Where're you from?"
"None of your business."
He sighed, then removed something from his belt. He held the communicator in front of her face.
"Look familiar?"
Slowly, she nodded, staring, entranced, at the communicator.
"Spill it."
Reluctantly, she 'spilled it'. Her name was Rebecca de Winter. She lived in an old, Victorian-style house in a town about 250 miles away from there. She lived with her father and her King Charles spaniel, Jasper. Where was her mother? She didn't know. Her hobbies: drawing and sailing. Especially sailing. She had her own boat; a sail-boat, nothing big. She would take it as far out as she could and had sailed past here before.
"So, you think you may have crashed the boat somehow, hit your head, and washed ashore here?" Robin asked doubtfully.
"Well, how else do you think I ended up unconscious on a bunch of rocks?"
Before he could answer, another crash, louder than the first, came along with the shattering of glass. Robin turned around. Beast Boy lay somewhat dazed among pieces of broken glass in front of the window on the other side of the cot (the window that wasn't broken).
"Raven, huh?" Cy asked.
"Raven." Hence confirmed, Beast Boy stood up, brushed himself off and proceded to faint onto the cot.
Fighting back a laugh, Robin turned back to Rebecca. Or… where Rebecca had been standing a few seconds ago…
"What! Uh, not again!"
He turned to Cyborg.
"You did clip her, right?"
Cyborg nodded. "Yep. Tracking device attached to-"
"Let me guess: her necklace, right?"
He nodded again, then opened the map of the surrounding area on his right arm. Again. One red, one orange, one blue, and one green dot stood in the same area, while a white dot with a bold, black 'R' in it made its way toward…
"Oh God…"
…a purple dot.
"Uh, Robin?"
"Yeah, Star?"
"What is that noise?"
Robin stopped in his tracks and listened, as did Cyborg. They could barely make out the sound of-
"Oh, God…" Robin muttered. "Star, you watch Beast Boy. Cyborg, you'd better come with me. You're better at this than I am."
"But-Robin?"
"Star, trust me. You wouldn't understand."
She stared at him questioningly as he and Cyborg left the room, closing the door behind them. They made their way downstairs, through the kitchen, and into the entryway where the event was taking place.
"Get off of me, you mother fu-"
"That's enough," Cyborg said, making his way toward the two girls. Raven, who had just come in from pummeling Beast Boy, was holding Rebecca against the wall roughly, and from the look of them both, they had just had a bit of a…
"Bitch fight, huh? Why didn't you sell tickets?" Robin joked as he followed Cyborg (who was in the midst of 'breaking it up').
Raven scowled. "Very funny. Hey! Watch it, mofo," she warned, though Rebecca continued struggling until Cyborg pulled her away from Raven.
"Okay, what happened this time?" Cyborg asked.
"I was trying to leave but spaz here practically pounced on me and-" Rebecca started, but was interupted by Raven.
"Um, excuse me, but exactly whose house is this? And hello? She was holding a gun!" she said, pointing to the gun lying on the floor. "I knocked it out of her hand."
"Smooth."
"Shut up, Boy Blunder."
"Okay, okay, okay. You," Robin said, pointing to Rebecca, "go with Cyborg upstairs. We've got some questions for you. And you," he pointed to Raven, who, after the little fist fight, looked like just a bit of a wreck, "go fix your hair. And change outta that thing, I think Rebecca may've pulled the elastic out; it's falling off."
Alarmed, Raven looked down at her bathing suit; Rebecca had undone the hook in the back, and the top (which was skimpy enough to start with) was hanging only from the strap around Raven's neck (halter bikini; they're hot, deal with it). Raven grabbed the straps and held them in place as she headed into the kitchen, glaring, again, at Rebecca.
"Well, that was awkward," Cyborg said as Raven rounded the corner.
"No shit… Okay, upstairs," Robin said, snapping and pointing as one would to a dog when trying to get it to go somewhere.
Still in Cyborgs grasp, Rebecca scowled and let Cyborg lead her upstairs to a small bedroom, with the windows bolted shut, where she was left alone-
"Until farther questioning."
Robin closed the door and she heard the sound of a lock clicking. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. Dropping her head to her hands, scowling impatiently, she muttered, "They have absolutely no idea what they just got themselves into…" Her infamous, seductive smile slowly spread over her face. "Oh well. I warned them."