Battle of the Bands: Titans Style Chapter 23: Flight of the Bumblebee, a teen titans fanfic

Okey doky! Ok, some answers to some questions: first off, do I play any instruments? Not really. I can sort of play the piano and I used to play the violin, but I'm mostly vocals. Secondly: do I have IM? No, sorry. Only e-mail. Third: when will Beastboy and Raven hook up? Soon. And last: where is the CyxBee? Well, you're about to find out…

Chapter Twenty-three: Flight of the Bumblebee

Dick, Kori, Gar, Terra, and Rachel all walked out of the mall, every once-and-a-while giving a side glance to Victor. They all knew how he felt about his arm, and how the comments the HIVE had made were really bellow the belt. Vic tried as hard as he could to avoid their sympathetic stares.

"I'm going for a walk," he said finally as they reached one of the six-seater cars that they borrowed from Bruce.

Everyone looked at each other and the looked at him.

"You sure?" asked Dick.

"Yeah," said Gar. "You've never been here before"

"You might get lost or hurt," added Kori.

"You can't let what they said get to you," said Rach.

"Yeah," said Terra. "It's not your fault you're different."

Vic dropped his head and started walking without a word more. Everyone scowled at Terra.

"What?"

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Victor didn't know how long he had been walking, but it soon became sunset and the streetlamps started going on. Vic sighed and kept walking when he heard music coming from the street corner.

He poked his head around and saw a small crowed gathered around what seemed to be a sax player. Vic squeezed in with the rest of the group and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

She had long, firm legs and arms. Her lips were as red as a rose and her black hair was put up into two, large buns. Her creamy, coca skin matched perfectly with her chocolate eyes. And her long, elegant fingers worked their magic upon the brass-colored instrument, making it sing in perfect tune and melody.

Once she was done, many people clapped and then instantly became silent as she started again. At once, Vic recognized the song.

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more."
" What you say?"

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more."

Her singing was, if possible, better then her playing.

"Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.
I guess if you said so
I'd have to pack my things and go."

"That's right"

Vic found himself taping his foot and humming to the beat.

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more."
" What you say?"

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more."

Soon, he was snapping and silently sinning along.

"Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day."

"Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood
you ain't got no money and you just ain't no good"

"Well, I guess if you say so
I'd have to pack my things and go."

"That's right"

Then, others started snapping and singing to the music.

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more."
" What you say?"

"Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
Hit the road Jack

and don't you come back no more.
Don't you come back no more

Don't you come back no more"

Then, she finished by holding out the last "no", a making it seem like it was on a roller coaster.

"Don't you come back noooooooo more."

(A/N I know that's not how Ray does it, but it couldn't really fade out like it does in the song and make it work)

Many clapped and tossed change into the saxophone case and went on their way. Victor, however, stayed.

He tossed five dollars worth of quarters, nickels, and dimes, causing her to look up from cleaning her sax.

"You're really good," he said.

"Thanks," she said with a smile.

"Ever thought of going professional?"

"Naw," she said. "Too many back-stabbers." He laughed.

"What's you're name?" he asked.

"Bumblebee" she replied.

"'Bumblebee'?"

"Yeah. My real name's Karen Beecher, but no one calls me that."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "When I was eight, I was the only one in my music class who could play 'Flight of the Bumblebee' on the piano. I guess the name stuck."

"Well, my name's Victor Stone, but everyone calls me Cyborg."

She lifted an eyebrow. "'Cyborg'?" He smiled. "Why?"

"I'm an engineer," he said.

"How old are you?" she asked, scanning him.

"Nineteen," he said. She raised another eyebrow. He sighed. "O.K. Eighteen-and-a-half."

"Hmm." She examined him over. Then she proceeded put the sax away. When she was ready to leave, Vic stopped her.

"Hey," he said, stopping her. "Wanna take a walk with me?"

She smiled. "You're not a psycho or anything, are you?"

He laughed and shook his head.

She packed up and they began walking.

The sun was fully set now and they walked on the sidewalks of the Gotham streetlights, laughing and joking with each other.

"Here," said Vic. "Let me take that." And he held on to Bee's instrument case. She smiled, sheepishly.

"It's getting late," she said. "I should be getting home."

"Where do you live?"

She pointed to a dismal part of the street where a streetlight flickered, threatening to die on the run down apartments next to it. A rusted metal fence ran up four steps, leading to a rotting, wooden door.

They walked over and the smell of a dumpster filled Vic's nose immediately. The windows were cracked and dusty, and there were very few lights on.

"Would you like to walk me to my door?" she asked, slyly.

He nodded.

As they walked up the spiraling, square staircase, the sounds of blasting TVs, yelling, and crying filled the building.

"This is where you live?" Vic asked, as they stood in front of a door marked 102(the 2 was pealing off).

"Yup," she sighed. "Swanky, isn't it?" She gave him a wry smile and she opened up the door and turned on a light. "Wanna come in?"

He stepped inside.

Her apartment had one swinging lamp that hung from the ceiling. In the kitchen, a leak came through the top that was caught by a sauce pan. In the middle was an old, moth eaten rug and to the side was an old record player.

He placed the sax down on the counter and walked over to it.

"That used to be my grandmother's," Bee explained.

"Does it still work?"

"Hmmm" She walked over to it. "I haven't tried it for a while… Let's find out." And she took out a dusty, old record and placed it on the player. It made a white noise, and then she placed the needle on it. Glen Miller's "In the Mood" filled the room. She began to tap her feet.

Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes
What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size
I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"
Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be
So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

She began slowly moving to the beat and soon, her movements were faster.

First I held him lightly and we started to dance
Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance
And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three
There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me"
"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"

"Wanna dance?" she asked rocking her hips back and forth.

"I'm not much of a dancer," he said.

"So?" And she grabbed his hand and started spinning under it. Vic smiled and started moving with her.

In the mood –tonight! – that's what he told me
In the mood –tonight! – and when he told me
In the mood –tonight! – my heart was skippin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

In the mood –tonight! – for all his kissin'
In the mood –tonight! – his crazy lovin'
In the mood –tonight! – what I was missin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

They soon began dancing all over the apartment, swinging this way and that, feeling the music.

So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"
He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

"Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude
To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood"

In the mood –tonight! – for all his kissin'
In the mood –tonight! – his crazy lovin'
In the mood –tonight! – what I was missin'
It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now"

A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek, and he was becoming exhausted, but he had never felt happier.

They danced through the night, and both knew that they had found someone special.

OK! There ya go. All right. I just found out that I'm moving in a little bit, so I may not be able to write for a while… so… yeah…

Luv ya!

Tprinces