A/N: Okay, this chapter took a long time to write. Stupid writer's block. Also, sorry for not having this up Wednesday like I promised. Like I said, stupid writer's block. And so you know, I'm going away for the weekend so you might not get the next chapter til Sunday or maybe Monday. So sorry about that, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, I know very well how stupid this chapter's title is. Once again, it was the DAMNED WRITER'S BLOCK!
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Disclaimer:I do not own Teen Titans. They belong to DC Comics and Cartoon Network. Also, I do not own the book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Well, I own a copy of it, but the original belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Three: A Butler and His Tea
Slade POV
Walking to the training room that evening, I began to wonder how much I could give Terra to deal with on the first day. She sounded so eager to learn what I had to teach, so it was possible that I could giver her more than I had originally planned. Maybe, if she proves herself capable tomorrow, she can finish training in about a month. It was unlikely, but possible.
I arrived at the training room and set to work. The room was large; the ceiling was nearly fifty feet above the 150x100 foot room. I set up a dozen androids to 'low' aggression level, and another dozen on 'average'. No sense in pushing her just yet. Next, I had a few of the commando robots (a/n: the big white ones) bring in several huge mounds of dirt and large rocks. Parked outside the base were two huge semi-trucks packed with loose dirt, and another two full of variously-sized rocks. All of this was transported into the room. The androids and commandos began setting everything up randomly against the edge of the far wall.
The training room was large; the ceiling was nearly fifty feet above the 150x100 foot room. Other preparations had to be made, but could only be seen to after the room was stocked with the rocks and dirt. So for the moment, I sought out Wintergreen for a game of chess, and a cup of his sinfully delicious tea. Besides, we needed to talk about Terra.
"Ah, Wintergreen," I said warmly, finding my dear butler and friend in the kitchen, washing some dishes. "Care for a game of chess? And I wouldn't say no to your tea, either." Wintergreen nodded and put the last plate away.
"Certainly, Mr. Wilson. I will make the tea and join you in your quarters shortly."
"Excellent." I gave him a curt nod and left. Good old Wintergreen. What would I do without him?
I made to my quarters a few minutes later, and set the chess set up on the table. I looked around, wondering how much this room contrasted my true personality. I beautiful rug I had purchased in Egypt several years ago laid in front of the burgundy sofa, which in turn faced the fireplace, its mantel covered in old photographs of Adeline, Grant, Joseph, Lillian, and little Rose. I looked at them, memories flooding my mind. No. Don't think about them. They have nothing to do with you now. It's over. I walked over to the mantelpiece and put all the photos face-down. Now was not the time to dwell in old memories. I had Terra to deal with now.
I walked over to the mahogany table and sat down, staring at the crème walls. Minutes later, Wintergreen came in, carrying a tray that held two cups, a teapot, and a plate of crumpets, another of Wintergreen's specialties. He set the tray down on the table and sat across from me. He poured us each a cup of tea, and buttered himself a crumpet.
"So, Mr. Wilson," he said, now adding sugar to his tea, "surely you didn't want me to merely grace you with my presence." He paused as I gave a small chuckle. "What do you wish to discuss?"
I looked at Wintergreen and relaxed a bit. There was something about that man that just eased my mind whenever I was with him. He was the type of person who just had a calming nature to him. No matter what was going on, he always knew how to stay calm, cool, and relaxed, and in his own way, caused others to do so as well. He was exactly the person I needed when things were going horribly wrong. I doubt I would have ever recovered from the disappointment I felt at losing Robin if it weren't for Wintergreen.
"William, what do you think of the girl?" I asked, taking a sip of tea. How the hell does he do it? It's so delicious… it's not natural howwonderful this tea is. "Be honest, now. I need a second opinion."
"Sir, quite frankly, I think you're wasting your time with young Terra," he said, looking at me seriously. "You've said before that she lacks the proper discipline necessary for what you have planned for her. She's too laid-back and innocent for this type of life. Not only that, but I hardly understand why you feel so passionately that the girl can give you everything you want. I'll admit, her powers are extraordinary, but the girl cannot possibly hope to have full control them herself. I believe that you should back out of this as soon as possible, and save yourself from serious disappointment later."
"Now, now, Wintergreen," I said, buttering a crumpet. "I understand everything you're saying, but you must understand that I intend to make that girl the perfect apprentice. I will teach her everything she could ever want to know about fighting and discipline. And with the energy and eagerness she displays, I doubt it will take a month for her to gain complete control. I may be wrong, but I don't care how long it takes. Comewhatmayshe will be the perfect apprentice, and together, she and I willtake overthis city."
"Of course, Mr. Wilson. I was merely expressing my opinion as you requested. I meant no offense to you or young Terra. Whatever you wish to do is up to you. And as always, you have my support in whatever you decide to.
"Thank you, William," I said, finishing off my tea. "Now, let's play."
Terra POV
So, this is how the bad guys live. I looked around my new bathroom, letting the sheer size of it sink in. There was a beautiful marble vanity sink and a gorgeous mirror. I checked the top drawer; there was a brush, a comb, a few scrunchies, and other hair stuff. Another smaller drawer held toothpaste, a toothbrush, and floss. In a cabinet between the bathtub and shower, there was shampoo and conditioner, soap, and huge fluffy towels. There was even some bubble-bath.
This is so sweet! I quickly started up the water in the huge bathtub and poured in a ton of bubble-bath. When it was full, I hopped in and instantly began to relax. I settled back against the side of the tub and began to think of my situation.
So, Slade is gonna help me get control of these powers, and in return I have to help him destroy the Titans. That'll be tough; they are the Teen Titans, after all. But, he said I'd have control of my powers by then, so I guess I don't have to worry about that too much yet. I wonder what he'll have me do in his training thing tomorrow. I mean, he can't expect too much outta me. He's seen me fight before, so I guess he'll know what to do with me.
About half an hour later, I got out and dried off. I drained the tub, and put on the fluffy white bathrobe that hung on the door. I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper by the door, and headed out to my room. I searched through the dresser and found some shorts and a large T-shirt and put them on. I set the alarm clock on the nightstand to go off at 6:00. I went over to the dresser, pulled out on of my favorite books and settled down in the leather armchair. Within minutes, I was lost in Harry Potter's adventure to find a magical stone.
After another hour of reading, I climbed into the extremely comfortable bed and instantly fell asleep.
Slade POV
"Alright, Wintergreen, you win." I knocked my king piece over, glaring at Wintergreen's queen. I hate losing to this old man. He nearly always wins. How does he do it? "Well, my dear friend, we've played well past midnight, and now I must see to the rest of the training room preparations. Let's see… I'll have a Spanish omelet for breakfast, and black coffee. Thank you."
"As you wish, sir," he said, picking up the empty tray and leaving. I put the chess set away and headed back to the training room. All of the dirt clods and rocks were ready, and the entire floor was covered in three feet of dirt, save for a 20x20 foot area in the center. An area to the left contained two feet of mud for Terra to attempt to control. A cabinet up against the right wall was stocked with bo-staves, blasters, and other fighting equipment. The androids I was planning to use were standing motionless in the center of the room. Everything was set. Now, all I could do was hope she did well.
Let the games begin.
The next morning dawned a beautiful new day. I went to the kitchen and found my omelet and coffee just like I'd asked. The newspaper set next to the plate. I opened it as I took a sip of coffee. The headline read: Teen Titans Return Alien Dog to Owner. How pathetic. Of all the things they could write about, they pick the damned Titans returning a lost pet. What is this city coming to? I headed to the training room after eating to get ready for Terra.
At 7:00, she still hadn't showed up. Where could she possibly be? I told her seven o'clock sharp. She had better get here in the next few minutes, or she would regret ever stepping foot into my hideout.
Terra POV
Man, what a night. I yawned sleepily and set up and stretched. It felt so good to sleep in a real bed after so long. I glanced at the clock and my mouth fell open in shock. It was 6:55! I must have slept through the alarm! I jumped out of bed, ran to the closet, and pulled on one of the white suit things and tennis shoes. I hurried over to the mini-fridge and grabbed an apple, planning to eat it on the way. I rushed out the door, hoping I'd make it in time.
By the time I'd realized I'd forgotten the map, I was already lost. I checked my watch. 7:04. I am in such deep—
"Miss Terra!" I spun around, and there was Wintergreen. Thank God. 'What are you doing out in the halls? Mr. Wilson said that your training was to begin at precisely seven o'clock."
"Yes, I know," I said in a rush. "I forgot my map and now I'm lost. Do you think you could—"
"Of course, Miss Terra," he said. I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Please follow me." He led me for what seemed like hours through a maze of halls and stairs until we finally reached the room. "Here we are, Miss Terra. Good luck." He turned and left.
Good luck what? With training or surviving a reprimand from Slade? Well, one way to find out. I opened the door and stepped into the room. My first thought was that I'd stepped into a dessert. Rocks and dirt everywhere… but no sign of Slade.
"Terra!" Slade's voice rang out. I looked around the room, but saw no one. "It is now 7:09, and I told you to be here at seven o'clock SHARP!" He shouted the last word, utterly terrifying me.
"Slade, I-I got lost and—" I started, spinning around, looking for him.
"Save me your speeches. I don't want to know," I spun around. There he was, standing right behind me. "Don't let it happen again. Do you understand me?" I nodded. "Now, since you were nine minutes late, you will do nine push-ups, nine sit-ups, nine pull-ups, and run nine laps around this room. Understood?" I nodded again. "Get to it." I quickly dropped into the standard push-up position.
This is going to be a long day.
A/N: Okay, there's chapter three for ya. Thankfully, it was longer than chapter two.Hoped those who wanted me to do Terra's POV liked it, but unless you do, no more Terra POV. And for those who haven't read the comics, Adeline, Grant, and Joseph were Slade's wife and sons, perceptively. They divorced, and Slade met Lillian and had a daughter named Rose. So there's your Teen Titans history for today.
For those who review, tell me what you thought about Terra's POV. The first part she did sucked, but the second was ok (In my opinion).
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