WOOHOOO! My last re-posted chapie! (I think… wait...have Iposted this one before...?I don't think I have... OK! so it's new! Oops! rambling...)

Chapter Twenty-five: On the Road Again

"So, have you ever considered going pro?" asked Victor as he and Bumblebee walked down the sidewalk. Bee laughed.

"You asked me that," she smiled.

He blinked. "I did?"

"Yeah. The day we met"

"Oh…" She laughed and he smiled. It was the day that the Titans were leaving for Metropolis, and Vic just wanted to say goodbye before he left.

"Hmmm…" said Bee, thoughtfully. "I've never been to Metropolis before. I wonder what it's like…"

"Well, why don't you come with us?" said Vic, excitedly. "I'm sure Dick won't mind, and we could use a sax in the band."

"Oh, no, thanks," she said, a bit embarrassed. "I'm not much good when it comes to Rock. Blues is my thing."

"Well – maybe you could come for a vacation or something? You know. Just to hang out and stuff…"

"Can't"

"Why not?"

"Well, being a street sax player doesn't exactly pay the bills. I'm a waitress over at BJ's to fill in the gaps."

"Well, the grand prize is $10,000. I'll split my share if you come."

She laughed again. "You're not giving up without a fight, are you, Sparky?" He shook his head. "Well, I'll try to be there, but I probably won't. Sorry."

"Well, can you blame a guy for trying?" He tried to hide the disappointment from his voice. "I really should be getting back." He looked at his watch. "We leave in half an hour."

"Alright, then," said Bee, giving a small sigh. "Maybe I'll see you again, sometime? I mean, you pass through here again, don't you?"

"Yeah, maybe…"

They stopped at a light. Up one street was Wayne Manor, and down another (though neither of them could see it) were the run-down apartments.

"Well," said Bee, "I go this way…" She pointed down the street.

"I go that way…" said Vic. He pointed up the street.

They looked at each other.

"Well," said Vic. "Goodbye, Karen." He held out his hand. Instead, she hugged him.

"Goodbye, Victor," she whispered. Then, she gave him a swift peck on the cheek, and quickly walked away.

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"OK," said Dick, as though he had a check-list, "everything's packed, everyone went to the bathroom – twice – so… are we forgetting something?"

"For the hundredth, millionth time," said Gar, "NO!" he and Vic shouted in unison.

"I have a question," said Rach. "Do you really need to bring that?" She pointed to the R-Cycle that was tied to the top of the bus. Dick crossed his arms.

"Well…um… of course I do!" She rolled her eyes.

"Can we go now?" Terra said, agitated.

They all said goodbye to Juan, Rose Maria, Mas and Menos, hopped on, and started on the road again.

The trip wouldn't nearly be as long as the trip from Jump City to Gotham; it would only be about a day.

They began the trip with a regular game of I-Spy (well, actually, Garfield and Kori were the only ones playing), and the speakers pumped up to the sound of Third Eye Blind, Led Zeppelin, and, on occasion, Pink Floyd.

"I'm hungry," Terra whined.

"So get something," said Rachel. "This bus has a mini kitchen, you know."

Terra fumed. "Garfield," she ordered, "make me a sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly. With chips and a root beer."

Gar groaned. "Can't you get it?"

"Now," she said.

"All right! All right! I'll get it!" And he went up to make the sandwich. Terra grinned triumphantly at Rachel. Rach was infuriated.

That little skank! Rage yelled. How dare she treat him like a slave? Agh!

Well, said Timid, he is her boyfriend…

That's no excuse!

Now, now, girls, said Logic, let's not be rash…

Hey! said Brave. I've got an idea!

Oh, no, said Logic, no, no, no, no!

HA! laughed Rage. Go for it!

Oh, moaned Timid, no. Please, don't…

Rachel snapped her book shut and she walked to the kitchen. She stood in front of the fridge and opened the door.

"Hey, Rach," said Gar, "can you hand me a root beer?"

Perfect, cooed Rage.

Don't – you – DARE! Screamed Logic.

"Sure," Rach said, "let me find one…" Then, making sure the fridge covered her actions, she shook a can of root beer as hard as she could. "Here," she said, handing the soda to him.

"Thanks," said Gar. And he took the soda, sandwich and chips over to his girlfriend.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said in a false-sugary voice. Rachel watched as she took the root beer and opened it, spraying herself all over with soda. "AGGHH!" she screamed. "GARFIELD!"

"B-but, I - I didn't I …!" he stuttered, throwing his hands defensively into the air.

"Enjoying your soda, your majesty?" said Rachel, cool as you please.

Well, said Logic sarcastically, I hope you're happy.

Yes, yes I am, grinned Rage, triumphantly.

OK about the whole deal with the story being deleated - they (Fanfiction) told me that this was a non-story (probably because of all of the mini-quizes(sp?) i've done) so they took it off. But I took all of the little quizzes(sp?) off, so it should be all right.

Anywhosiwhatsis,

R&R!

T.