Disclaimer: Don't own teen titans or this beautiful song… (teardrop)
A.N. Folks tell me what you think. Should I do this again?
P.S. I dedicate the next update to the person who can tell me who the singer and title is for this song. "…I become so high I can feel you here. Become so high… …be more like me and be less like you…" sorry those are only two lines I know and it's stuck in my head so please SOMEONE tell me who and what song please!
HE GETS THAT FROM ME
) Sung by Reba McIntyre (
"Hey rise and shine hotshot." A soft feminine vice whispered in my ear and I stretched lazily one hand sneaking around under the blankets to give the pale perfect curve of her rear a playful squeeze. She smacked my shoulder in retaliation but I opened my eyes and rolled with her over the bed till I loomed over her small pale form. Her eyes glowed up at me and I felt my heart stutter in awe and wonder at what dice of fate had given me the love of this strong, beautiful woman. I lowered my head and kissed her, long and deep. Then I raised my head from hers we were both breathing hard and every muscle in my body had sprang to attention at the feel of her warm and willing under me. My hands began to roam and she put a hand to my chest distracting my thoughts momentarily.
"It's morning, Spirit might wake up." she said softly and I gave a predatory smile, pride filling in the shadows of it as I dropped my lips to her neck.
"No son of mine is going to be awake at this ungodly hour." she laughed softly and her hands began to roam over my back.
His early morning' attitude
You have to drag him out of bed
Only frosted flakes will do
He gets that from me
Yeah, he gets that from me
"So then-" the young boy continued his one sided conversation while we puttered around the kitchen. Or rather, while his mother puttered around the kitchen since I'd been banished to the kitchen table with a cup of coffee after she declared me a safety hazard. It wasn't my fault she was so easily distracted and had burnt the pancakes. So once more it was Frosted Flakes for breakfast, it was sugar how could I complain. The boy looked over at me and studied me through eyes that were both foreign and yet painfully familiar. It had been a pleasant surprise that he'd taken after the human portion of my DNA not my altered strain. I'd nearly forgotten that my hair had once been curly and that my eyes hadn't always been green. And the freckles, those I did remember but only because I had a strong memory of super strong sunscreen and a woman rubbing it on my face and teasing my about them affectionately. I looked over at the woman in the kitchen and she smiled at the two of us as I pulled the toddler onto my lap and listened to his long endless story.
His curly hair and his knobbly knees
The way the sun brings those freckles out
Talk and talk and never miss a beat
Yeah, he gets that from me
He gets that from me
"Mom I can't find my bag." Kole complained as he floated into the kitchen his black hair hung in a shag and his brown eyes glittered with a strange almost inhuman light. His skin held a light golden hue that he'd inherited from his mother. Starfire looked up at him from over the edge of the easel and smiled at him softly and chuckled.
"Did you check the," paused searching for the correct word, "room of study?" she asked him and he paused and gave a short chuckle.
"I'll ah, go do that." he said quickly disappearing back into the hallway. Starfire shook her head the looked back at the easel and twisting her brush in the soft watercolours continued from where she'd been before. It was a simple image that she had in mind. Nothing like the wild and fanciful paintings that she'd done of Tammerans familiar landscape but instead it would be a theme that was well known on both words. Her brush slid over the tight canvas creating the sweeping lines of the forms. They would be sketchy slightly vague except for the faces those she would detail more. Softly out of the lines of colour the image of a woman seated on a small boulder appeared a small child swaddled in her arms looking up at her while she looked down. One arm draped loosely over her shoulder stood a man with midnight hair and dark brown eyes. The expressions on the adults' faces were tender and loving both for each other and their child. The infant looked happy and he looked up at them with nearly identical brown eyes of his father.
A touch on her shoulder snapped her out of her reverie and made her aware of the tears flowing softly down her face. She looked up and her son in silent understanding wrapped his arms around her and they held each other tightly then he looked at her and smiled. A silly crooked little grin that she treasured both from the symbol from him and the soft reminder of the past that echoed out of it. Nearly identical to the one in the painting that she'd just completed…
He looks at me with those big brown eyes
He's got me in the palm of his hands
And I swear sometimes
It's just like you're here again
He smiles that little crooked smile
There's no denying he's your child
Without him I don't know what I'd do
He gets that from you
Oh, he gets that from you
"Tybl!" A slender black woman yelled as she stared up a narrow set of stairs. "Tybl! Lets go you're going to be late for school!" from behind a closed door came the wild cords and riffs of an old acoustic guitar. Bee rolled her eyes and raised her fist and banged on the door wishing not for the first time that she hadn't shown Vic's old guitar to their son. "Tybl I'm not joking get your butt out that door other wise you'll have to walk to school if you miss the bus!" it wasn't an empty threat and the adolescent in the room knew it as well. The guitar fell silent and the door swung open and he blew into the hall and seeing the annoyed look on his mothers face decided that maybe it was time to play his trump card just in case he crossed another line before he left the house. He wrapped her in a tight smothering hug and said he loved her and gave her a kiss on the cheek then let go of her and dashed down the stairs to the kitchen as the faint rumblings of the bus could be heard coming down the road. Bee swallowed and bit her lip then followed him down the stairs. He called something to her as he raced down the driveway and she laughed and leaned against the doorframe at the cheesy one liner and watched as his bright blue eyes glowed with excitement as he turned to the bus lugging his football equipment behind him. An all star athlete football season was always one of his favourite times of year.
How he loves your old guitar
Yeah, he's taught himself to play
He melts my heart
Tells me he loves me every day
And cracks a joke at the perfect time
Makes me laugh when I want to cry
That boy is everything to me
He gets that from you
He gets that from you
Raven walked down the dark hallway toward her sons' room refusing to look up at the pictures decorating the walls then paused outside her sons door as she heard him praying and silently cursed the duty that had taken something so precious from the two of them…
Starfire stared at the painting on the easel, titled undying love and clung to the large soft pillow after tucking her son into bed and hearing the prayer that he'd sent up to the earthling heavens and even repeated it in Tammeranian for his other peoples gods…
Bee sat in the drives seat of an old blue and white car, it had seen many many miles but her husband's car was built to last, unfortunately it had survived where he hadn't. Tybl was gone to school now but she knew that Vic's death had affected all of them, as well as the death of Beast Boy, aka Garfield, and Robin aka Dick. Softly she mouthed Cyborg's given name then rested her head on the steering wheel and sobbed the golden band on her finger glinting in the soft moonlight…
Last night I heard him pray
Lord, help me and mama make it through
And tell Daddy we'll be okay
He said he sure misses you
He sure misses you
He really misses you
He gets that from me
)A.N(
Thanks to everyone who reviewed my chapter this one is for you! (opps, I did forget to really describe the "Children of Etenity" didn't I? I'm thinking of redoing part of that chapter but I'll probably be using them in future one shots so you'll get to meet them fairly soon) Now onto the reason for this author note. I'm thinking of doing some stories on the other characters and I've hit some writers block so please send some ideas. (pleasepleaseplease) they don't have to be good just something to inspire me. You don't have to, just review this at the least. (Do it and I swear to all the important things in the universe I'll always review a story I read in the future!) (I know you're out there I can see how many hit's a stories gotten I just want to know how many of you actually read it from top to bottom) come on I know someone does) close up of eye I can see all…)
See ya
Red Vixen