Parallel

By Reoccurring Comatose

Disclaimer: I own air, now everytime you breathe you must give me a quarter, nah just kidding, no seriously.


Maybe it was kind of creepy, I did that. I certainly would have been freaked out if that happened to me. Eyes gazing upon his sleeping form, hand motioned over the top of his head. With a smile I run my fingers through his green hair. Each second, heart skipping a beat, afraid he's going to wake up soon. He doesn't instead, comes a snort followed by a shift in covers. I chuckle as my hand touches his head again, I begin to fall.

"Oh shit oh shit," I mutter quickly as I wake up again. A jolt before opening my eyes, I feel so sleepy. Fingers move to my head, rubbing my temples.

"Friend Terra, hurry we are arriving late," a panicked voice hollers as I look at the tiny mirror that stands before me. It can't be. Staring back is a woman nearing her thirties, dressed in a… in a. Wedding gown. I blink, confused, excited and at the same time worried. Was it all just a dream? What if I never got frozen and I've been under some kind of brainwash?

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" another woman asks. I can only assume she's Raven, purple hair and all.

"Y-yeah, sure, where are we going again?" As if it wasn't obvious, I retort in my head, but who knows I could just be buying the damn thing, and whoa, where did those come from?

"I'll tell you for the final time but first, stop staring at your chest," I look up, abash, "you look fine. And there's a jail breech, we've been called in to stop it," Raven answers, I'm oblivious to her sarcasm.

"Hehe right, and for a second I thought I was getting married," a nervous chuckle emits from my throat. The red head across me giggles. I hadn't even noticed Star until now.

"Friends you two are most comedic. For shame Terra, forgetting your union," she says with a light mocking tone. I think I'm gonna be car sick. Then I noticed both of them were in dresses. God how can I be so stupid? I criticize myself once more before a jerking motion snaps me out of it. They quickly get out of the car, to escort the guys down the aisle. As if on queue the music begins to play, someone leads me to the chapel, whispering "go get him," pulling the veil over my head.

I nod, but my hands are trembling as I walk pass the double doors. They won't stop shaking and I begin to believe I'm going to have some kind of seizure, that or my hands will fall off. Then I see him.

Hair still slightly messed up, round face now thinner with a straight jaw line, standing tall in his black tuxedo, I can't help but smile. That's when I knew everything was going to be alright.

The words of the pastor were going in one ear and out of the other. I agreed with every line, even if I kept getting lost in his emerald eyes. It not like most girls would go for some guy with green skin, heck even I never seemed to care about it, but jeez he looked like some kind of movie star. I snapped out of my reverie in time.

"-to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to have and to hold; and do you promise, forsaking all others, to cleave to him and to him alone, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I say perfectly without stammering or any of that stuff. The pastor repeats the lines.

"I do," echoes Garfield as he slips the ring on my finger, "you may kiss the bride."

Butterflies engulf my stomach as I lean in. Lips brushing over his, I felt another hole open up beneath me. And I begin to fall.

"Just a dream," I whisper sadly as I'm back to that cold wretched place. Constant wondering, was it his or mine? I had to know. I had to be sure.

Rushing out of my prison, I'm greeted by the blazing white light of the sun. I groan in defeat, if only I could control when I woke up. Smoke emits from a building, another day another battle. I've seen them victorious countless of times, I can't say I'd be any use if I went anyway. So I continue to drift aimlessly.

It's been a couple months since I've been in his head. I want to return to his dreams; so much to the point my impatience is driving me mad. Finally I get my chance. I wake up at dawn, I know he's still sleeping. Moving quickly I manage to get into his head once more and-

A quick survey of my surroundings and just how did I get back to the cavern?

I begin to break apart. "No," I mutter, fearing this would be the only thing keeping me from leaving. I'm not ready yet, "no," I whisper in a broken tone. If only I could stop this somehow. The rock, peels off me like shed skin, and I'm free. Holding them up to my face, they're a light peach color, before hearing foot steps. The familiar green being, my heart throb, my slight crush arrives.

"Terra," he whispers dropping the roses. Weak, I suddenly realize I can't stand, falling to me knees as he holds me up.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, as he silences me with his index finger.

"It's okay, you're safe. I'm here," he says helping me up.

"Beast boy?" I ask, uncertain, he stares into my eyes, "I wanna go home," I tell him before leaning against his chest. I don't believe he fails to notice, I am bare before him, either way he lifts me up and carries me back. And then the worst thing that can possibly happen, does. He wakes up but this time I'm not thrown back to my cavern.

The young changeling jumps out of bed, turning into a hawk flying to my rest place. I struggle to keep up with him. Shifting to whatever necessary forms to get there, I eventually gain headway, before he gets there. And then I see something no one wants to. He falls to his knees, they dig into the concrete as tears fall from his eyes.

"Why, damn it? Why couldn't you have just left with us?" he asks me. And though I speak words that fall upon death ears, he wouldn't have liked the answer.

"I don't know."


A.N. Ackies I'm writting romance. I didn't exactly intend for it to be too mushy. I actually wanted to edit the marriage part out, but meh I don't know. Seemed kinda rushed. But it's 1:15 in the morning and I'm tired. And by gods name I swear this shall end in angst! Um maybe not, but I'll stick an alternative angsty ending (cause I actually thought of one), to satisfy the mush-haters. So now once again. Constructive Criticism, it feeds me bwuahaha, same with choco M&M's but more of the critism, I can't make a good fic if I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Now clicky the little button. And I shall answer your questions, at the bottom, cause you are not worthy, just kidding.

To answer DarkF4s- Well I guess I was trying to 'dumb' her down a bit. Cause I didn't feel too much of a 'smart' Terra seemed in character from other fics I've read. Terra I'm estimating should be around fourteen, fifteen, and I'd like to think that they aren't as how do you put it...er 'know too many big words'. But I see where you mean. Meshing good vocab and dumbing her down sounds awkward.