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Thank-you so very much for your reviews. I appreciate them greatly.Also, some pictures of the titan's should be up soon. I'll post the link when they are. Now, let's cut to the chase. You want the next chapter, am I correct? O yea... Well, here it is! Enjoy! One more thing: Mesa no owny Teen Titans, any of the Titans, or brandnames I've used.
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A week had passed since Dick and Logan's unfortunate meeting. Our favorite green Titan once again found himself trapped in a never ending wave of plane rides, not to mention the disappearances had worsened, and with no one to help, he had come to a dead end. Something was up, something big, and he was the only one who seemed to care. He sighed deeply and went back to watching his laptop, which was playing Pulse News Channel. To his dismay, the last few days had slowly altered the course of news, and almost all of it was focused on this Seamus Drake guy. The twenty seven year-old had sprung out of nowhere fast and, to great surprise, he was to take up office of mayor in a matter of weeks. The former mayor, Craig Anders, had graciously stepped down to make way for him. He was quoted in saying that "he was unfit to help at the time, and Pulse City needed someone who could be a beacon in the storm." Not that this wasn't interesting, for in truth it was, but the disappearances seemed much more important.
As Charlie Haywood had promised so bitterly, Logan had been stripped of the disappearance case and given charge over something he found 'more important', Seamus Drake. In fact, the young politician was the reason why Logan was traveling. Seamus was holding a press conference in Pulse City in an hour and, thanks to Logan's reputation and Charlie's connections, he had managed to get a private interview with him. This would be interesting, to say the least.
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Logan arrived in front of city hall, late as usual. People were everywhere, whispering and gossiping about Seamus. Ever since the disappearances, the public had been fretting greatly about their safety and it seemed that this guy was the light house in the midst of it all. Logan stepped from the taxi, quickly paid the driver, and began making his way through the crowd, which was enormous, to the front. Around him, speakers blasted with Seamus's voice and people looked on in aw, almost as if entranced. By the time Logan finally managed to get to the front, Seamus was well into saying his thank-you's and good-bye's.
"I thank-you for gracing me with your presence today. I only wish the best for you and your family's during this time of strife and hope beyond all hope that you remain safe. Thank-you again." As Seamus walked from the stage, waving thankfully to the viewers, the crowd seemed to jump alive with shouts of praise and flashing cameras. With much trouble, Logan inched toward the left, where the press lined up shoulder to shoulder, microphones and cameras stuck in random places just hoping to get one word or picture of the politician prodigy.
"Mr. Drake!" Logan yelled over the crowd as the blond haired man passed. "Mr. Drake!" Seamus turned, his blond eyes making contact with Logan's green. "Garfield Logan, The Pulse."
"Ah, Mr. Logan, I've been expecting you. Come come." Seamus yelled in reply. Logan stepped over the press line, with many angry sighs and "How does he do it's?".
"It's an honor to meet you, I've heard much." he said as he stuck his hand out. Logan grasped it and was taken by surprise by how firm his shake was.
"Thank-you, Mr. Drake. Seamus glanced around, his eyes filled with amusement. "I believe it would be better for our health if we headed for the hotel, no?" Logan nodded, happy to be able to get away from the insane crowd, and followed Seamus into his limo."So, I hear you we're voted top writer." he complimented, "Quite an accomplishment for one of your age."
"Thank-you, sir." he answered, "But I'd have to say that your accomplishments are quite greater than mine." The limo began to move and Logan quickly buckled his seat belt.
Seamus blushed with embarrassment, "Well thank-you. But please, call me Seamus."
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Logan and Seamus safely had made it to Seamus's hotel room, the master suite in fact, and Logan was itching for the interveiw to commence. . Logan took out his tape recorder and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "Shall we start the interview?" he asked, not wanting to waste to much of the busy man's time.
"Of course, Mr. Logan." he replied, a smile on his lips as usual.
"Call me Logan." he replied, not very used to people calling him 'Mr.'
"Very well. Now, what shall-" Seamus was cut off as the door opened. Logan turned just as Vixen Broadway, the attractive woman he had seen on the news a few days before, entered. She was dressed in a similar outfit as before, but her long red locks were pulled into a tight bun. "May I have a word, sir?" she asked, her voice sending shivers down Logan's spine and he couldn't help but stare in aw at the mysterious woman's beauty, something Logan did rarely.
"O course." he replied as he stood, "Would mind waiting for a moment Logan?" he asked.
"O no, not at all." Logan replied. Seamus exited, his usual mighty air around him, and Logan took to glancing around the large, and quite beautiful, hotel room. Logan stood, the journalist inside him taking over, and walked toward what looked to be Seamus's desk. He shifted through some papers, which were nothing unusual, but stopped as he found a paper with a picture of Kiya Norington, one of the Titan's that had disappeared the week before, stapled to it. The changeling jumped as Seamus re-entered, a huge smile on his face, and he quickly crumbled the paper and stuck it in his back pocket. "Good news, I'm guessing?" Logan asked casually.
"O yes, very good news." he replied as he made his way toward his seat. Logan followed suite. "In fact, it might change the course of my time in office." he sat quickly , "Shall we start?" Logan nodded and pressed the red button on his tape recorder.
"First, I must say again, it is an honor to meet you." he began
"/I/ must say that the feeling is mutual."
"Thank-you. One question that all journalists must ask: What interested you in politics?"
Seamus chuckled. "Well, a number of things actually. My father was a lawyer and my mother a congress woman. I always wanted to help people, and seeing my parents achieve that through politics really got me off the ground."
"Interesting." Logan commented, "It's rumored you have siblings in politics. Is this true?"
"Indeed, but it's not a very pretty story. My sister, Catherine Drake, was a judge."
"Was?"
"Yes, she was killed just last year. Catherine got into the wrong crowd. She started hurting people, instead of helping people." Seamus paused, a pained look on his face. "And worse, she did it for money."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Logan was quiet for a moment, picking his words carefully. "Stop me if you find this rude, but you didn't seem to show much resistance in telling me this. Most politicians would eat their own arm before spilling such a story."
Seamus broke into a smile, "Well, I am not like most politicians, am I? No, I feel that since the public truly needs me, they don't want me to be secretive toward them." The politician looked up as the door opened once more, this time it was a staunch man, no doubt one of Seamus's many body guards. " One minute, sir."
"Very well, Claude. Thank-you." 'Claude' nodded and closed the door.
"One more question, before you have to leave." Logan began in a rush, "What do you make of the Titans' disappearances?"
At this, Seamus smiled. But not his usual smile, a more or less wicked smile. Logan shivered for no apparent reason. Thr room must be drafty, that's all. "I'm afraid I can't answer that now." he replied," It would take much more than the mere minute we have." Seamus looked up as the door opened again, as if on a cue. "Ready to go, sir?" Claude asked."Of course." he replied as he stood. Logan stood also. "It was wonderful to talk to you, Logan." he said as he began to make his way to the door, "I hope to be able to answer your question at a more...convenient time." Seamus once again stuck his hand out, this time for a farewell. Logan took it and shook, an odd feeling creeping into his stomach.
"Good-bye, sir." Logan said, his voice giving away his uneasiness. Seamus cast him a puzzled look, but exited without asking any questions. Logan followed reluctantly.
As he began down the hallway, a few feet behind Seamus, the former titan jumped as his cellphone began ringing it's usual tone at full blast. He quickly retrieved it from his pocket and flipped it open as he waved another fairwell to the seemingly perfect politician "Logan here."
"Loganlistentome!Starfiresdead!"
It sounded like... Richard? "Whoa, Dick, slow down. What happened?"
"Logan! Starfire's dead!"
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Six hours later...
As Garfield Logan jumped from his taxi and made his was up the steps before Wayne Enterprise headquarters, he could safely say that the longest six hours of his life had just occurred. Seamus long forgotten, he clambered through the doors and headed for the elevator, practically everyone staring at him with surprise. Logan stopped quickly as he came to the elevator, where a large guard stood, an expression of boredom plastered on his face. "Name please." he stated, his voice low and ruff.
"Garfield Logan." The changeling whispered, his voice unfound.
The guard flipped slowly through a rather large book, no doubt for all of Dick's appointments. It was much too slow for Logan's taste, especially in the wake of this disaster.
"Umm... I'm kinda in a-"
"Who are you meeting?" The guard asked, cutting Logan off in mid-sentence.
He rolled his eyes, "Richard Grayson."
The guard flipped some more pages, even more slowly than before, and then nodded. "Top floor. Last room."
"Thank-you." Logan whispered as he entered the elevator. He pressed the button for floor 106 and the doors closed swiftly. The green man gave a sigh of relief and slumped against the wall. His legs gave way and he let himself fall none too gracefully. The emotional turmoil had come to it's all time high and the his body was taking a beating because of it. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his heart rate. Never in his right mind had he thought this would happen. Although Dick had been scarce on details, he knew it was a murder, and a gruesome one at that. The elevator came to a stop and Logan stood with great effort, trying to regain his composure before seeing anyone. The doors opened and the sight of a manic Richard Grayson met his forest green eyes. Dick turned, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Logan..." he whimpered. Okay, this was weird. Even as a teen Logan had never seen Dick act this way, or show any sign of much emotion. The man looked crazed. His hair was left down and matted, his face wrinkled with disappointment. As Logan stepped forward Dick rushed toward him, arms open. "Logan... Starfire, she's..."
Logan gave an 'oomph' as his friend embraced him tightly. He remained silent, trying to think of what to say. He backed up, leaving his friend's desperate embrace and grasping him firmly on each of his shoulders.
"Dick, calm down." he said sternly, although his eyes revealed otherwise. "Starfire wouldn't have wanted you to act this way, especially at her expense." Dick looked devastated but complied all the same. "Now, what happened?"Dick looked up, his eyes flashing with malice and all sense of emotion yet again gone. "Follow me." he stated before turning, not even waiting for Logan's reply. Logan of course followed him, his pace quickening just to keep up. As sped by, numerous people peered from their offices, trying to find out more about their employers terrible condition. Dick made his way to the end of the red carpeted hallway and opened double french doors to reveal what was undoubtedly his office. The room was huge! And with deep blue walls and maple furniture it looked like it was made for a king. O wait... he is a king. In one of the chairs before his desk, the top of someone's head could just be seen.
Dick stopped and turned once he reached his desk. "This is Barockin." He said, pointing to the figure. "He's from Tameran. He is..." Dick paused and painfully corrected himself, ".../was/ one of Starfire's guards."
The man called Barockin stood and bowed deeply. Barockin looked just as bad as Dick, if not worse. His long red hair was falling freely from his once tight ponytail and his clothing was torn and burnt. His eyes held them same look Dick's had, angrey and emotionally beaten. Logan nodded his head, not really knowing what to do, and took a seat. Barockin followed.
Dick glared at both of them, eyes flashing even more than before, if that were possible. There was a moment of rather awkward silence before Logan decided it safe to speak, "Wha... what happened?" he asked, his tone completely baffled.
Dick sighed mournfully and Barockin shuffled uneasily in his chair. "What happened?" he repeated, more sternly this time.
"Starfire died." Dick replied, his tone no more than a pained whisper.
"You've already told me that!" Logan raged, "Now /how/ did she die!"
Dick became silent and after a moment Barokin took over, "Blackfire." he replied, "Blackfire killed her."
Now this was a twist, "I thought we totally kicked her butt?" he questioned, his eyes filled with confusion, "I mean, we sent her off to some alien jail for heaven's sake!"
"We don't know exactly how she managed to get out, but she did." Barockin continued, "But what is strange about it is that she simply came in, laid siege, killed our queen, and then left."
"But Blackfire would've taken the entire planet once her sister was out of the way. Why would sh-"
"She wouldn't." Dick said, disrupting the shape shifter's sentence. "That's what's worrying me." He paused and reached for something on his desk, an iron plate of some kind. "Plus..." he flung the object toward the floor, and it stuck, it's top point making a hole at least three inches deep, "... they found these. /Many/ of these." Logan slipped from his chair and crouched, trying to make something out of the object. "It has an inscription, an 'S' of sorts." he added.
Logan's eyes widened as he stood, "You're not proposing Slade did this?" he asked in utter shock.
"That's exactly what I'm proposing."
"But...but Slade's been dead for years. We watched him die!"
"We've watched him die before. Remember?" Dick asked fiercely.
"Yea, but it's been like seven years!" Logan yelled, "Why would he chose to come back now?"
"Beats me. Maybe he was biding his time, developing forces. I don't know what the man thinks! He's completely insane!"
"Yes, and he's completely dead!" Logan raged as he jumped from his seat. "Your entire proposal is whack! Stop blaming Slade for everything! He's dead! Get over it!" The entire conversation had turned into a full blown argument and outside the people who would usually be hard at work at this time were crowding around the doors, trying to catch what they were saying. Well, screaming...
"I will not get over it! Starfire's dead and someone has to be punished!" Dick retaliated, tears of frustration forming in his eyes.
"Ah, so this isn't about Slade at all. Your just pissed off because you can't figure out what idiot killed your girlfriend!" Logan regretted his words as soon as the flew from his mouth. Dick stared in wonder, as did the so far silent Barockin. "Dick, I didn't mean... I'm so... shut up Logan!" The green man bit his lip, making himself grow quite. Logan waited in ear breaking silence, as did all those who had gathered outside, as Dick seemed to bore holes through his green hide like a fire, a rather /large/ fire. Dick turned, trying to keep his emotions in check as always. The man was like stone, Logan observed, but even stone wears away in time, right?
Logan gulped, "I'm sorry Dick. I didn't me to... it just came out." Dick didn't answer, but Logan could tell the stone was crumbling, and it was partially his fault. He turned and began his way to the door quickly, "I'm sorry I wasted your time." he said, throwing his hand up in frustration. Logan reached for the handle, hoping to escape the completely anger filled room."Logan, wait." Dick replied, a new since of determination in his voice. The shape shifter turned back, surprised that Dick had even addressed him with a civil tongue after his slip up. Dick came toward him, a fire in his midnight eyes. Logan closed his eyes and braced himself, ready for a nice little smack across his stupid green face. To his utter amazement, and joy, the blow did not come. He chanced to open his forest green eyes and Dick stood a few feet away from him, no aggression in sight. In fact, he was... smiling?
"Teen Titans Go?"
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.: Quote :. Also, to Silver Angel: -evil smirk- You'll have to read this chapter. Just don't kill me when you find out, okay? ./Quote :.
HAHAHAHAHA! Get it! Don't KILL me! Starfire's dead! HAHAHAHA...HA...ha. Oh, nevermind.