Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or any other related person, place or thing. I do own Gem, Evelyn Feather-Duster and anything related to her. In other words you get the idea and this whole disclaimer thing is s crock of ! Because If I owned anything important, this would be an episode and not just a fanfic! Duh?
Disclaimer 2: Any songs I may use in here belong to their respective owners and not me because otherwise I'd have my personal assistant writing this instead of myself working my fingers to the bone.
Warning: This is a hint of Rob/Rae Cy/Bee major O.C/Red X fic. Plus the possibility of a few character deaths. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Two girls connected by the threads of fate fight to avoid their intertwined destiny, Rob/Rae O.C/Red X
Till the End
Chapter 3 Rave Lights
Gem sighed as she crossed the bridge that led to the center of the city. She had her own agenda but first she wanted to find that jackass that had hit her. She remembered the strange costume he had worn that night when he had hit her. She remembered the sound of his voice when he hit her, it had been almost apologetic but she must have been mistaken.
Gem was walking down Dakota Ave. when she realized the sun was beginning to set. Her eyes widened as she desperately searched for some place bright. Gem noticed a group of people entering a dark metallic door and she followed them in. She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized she had stepped into a rave. It may be dark in some areas but on the dance floor it was well lit and bright.
She smiled and moved through the crowd heading towards the bar. She sat down and looked up when the teenaged bartender asked her what she wanted to drink.
"Just ice water thanks." she whispered. She waited for him to bring it to her and then she laid her head in her arms and sighed.
"Rough day?" a calm soothing, obviously male voice asked gently from next to her.
Gem looked up and blushed, "Yeah kind of."
He smiled and motioned to the chair next to her, "You mind?"
"No not at all." Gem answered, looking away.
He spoke quietly with the bartender and then turned to her, "Are you old enough to drink?" he asked with a grin.
Gem laughed gently, "I'm only sixteen." she answered.
"Oh well then we'll keep it a secret." he said with a wink. Gem laughed blushing furiously.
She looked out at the dance floor and from the corner of her eye studied the man next to her. He had thick wavy brown hair that was just slightly spiked, his eyes were a hazel color and he had a light tan. He was wearing a black t-shirt with blue jeans and white sneakers. He caught her watching him and smiled, she blushed again and turned away.
Damn it! All I can do is blush, wonder how old he is?
"Since you were able to get the drinks." she said as she picked up her Shirley Temple. "You must be at least 21 right?" she asked glancing over at him.
"Actually I'm only 20, but I have some interesting contacts." he said with a smirk. Gem smiled and looked back over the dance floor.
"So back to my initial question. Want to talk about it?" he asked watching her.
Gem glanced down at her shoes, "Well, it's kind of a long story."
"Well I have time if you do." he answered turning completely to face her. She stared out at the dancers trying to avoid looking at him.
"Okay, well it started out I woke up in this empty warehouse and completely freaked out. Then when I was trying to find my way out I got caught up in this stupid battle between some other guys. I got my ass kicked by some weirdo in a costume. Of course they were all in consumes and all pretty weird. So you know, must have come with the territory." Gem said smiling as she remembered the fight; it had definitely been interesting, even if she had gotten beaten rather quickly.
"Why are you smiling?" he asked amused.
"Well something about that fight, it was just...fun I guess." Gem answered trying to find the right words to describe the feeling.
"You had fun getting beaten up?" he asked surprise in his voice.
"Yeah I know it sounds weird, but fighting is a lot like drinking is for some people. It helps me to forget my problems."
"Yeah but drinking is a temporary solution." he said.
"So is fighting, at least until I come up with a permanent one." Gem answered.
"By the way what's your name? Here I am spilling my guts out to you and I don't even know your name."
He laughed, "My name's Greg." he answered.
"Oh well my name's Gem." she answered.
"Gem? What an interesting name." Greg said his voice becoming barely a whisper.
Gem turned to face him, "Yeah but it's my name."
Greg smirked and nodded.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Gem suddenly turned to him, "You wanna dance with me?" she asked.
He looked surprised but nodded slowly. Gem jumped off the chair and set her drink down on the table before grabbing his arm and pulling him on to the dance floor. She closed her eyes and let the beat of the music wash over her before she began moving. Seconds later she opened her eyes to find Greg watching her with a smile on his face.
Gem laughed and pulled him close to her and began dancing against him. Almost immediately he responded by dancing with her. Hours later the music stopped and they moved off of the dance floor and Gem looked over at him, he was looking at his watch. "What time is it?" she asked him.
"It's almost five in the morning.." he said with a laugh.
Gem groaned, "Great and their closing aren't they?"
"Yeah...that's what they generally do at this time."
Gem walked over to the window and peered out. "Damn it's still dark out there." she whispered.
"Something wrong with the dark?" Greg asked looking out the window.
"Nothing never mind." she said as she turned around. The dancers were leaving the rave through the door and she slowly followed them.
Greg walked beside her, "So this is going to sound really lame but...can I get your number?" he asked with a weak grin in her direction.
"Umm, how about you give me yours and I'll call you when I need a drink?" she answered with a teasing grin.
He laughed, Gem looked at him with a smirk on her face.
"Here." he said as he quickly wrote his number down on a piece of paper and placed it in her hand. She smiled and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
"Night Greg." she whispered as she turned and left the rave. He smirked his eyes holding a hidden glint as he watched her walk away. Then he left the rave, whistling a tune as he walked through the dark streets.