Title: Untold Emotions
Author: ferretgirl1124
Pairing/Characters: One-sided SpeedyxAqua, implied RobinxSlade
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Kinks: Implied sexual themes, strange format, slash, a lot of italics
Summary: Sometimes it's what you don't say that means the most.

A/N: What the crap? My 'ruler' option isn't working on any of the computers I can access. That angers the Ferret! So...just pretend there's a line between this and 'Dear Garth'. Oh...and the part about Robin and Slade is stolen from one of Valiancy's amazing fics. Go check them out!

Dear Garth,

I know I said I'd write every week, but it was harder settling in here then I thought. Everyone says hi, and Star and Raven send lovesick looks, too.

The redhead paused to review his letter, scowling. It was true, the Titan West girls had looked like that when he had mentioned his teammate, but most girls did. Not that he blamed them. If he thought he could have gotten away with it, he would be doing the same thing.

I don't know why they called me in, but they do need the help. Jump's overrun with villains. Robin's convinced Slade led a huge jailbreak. Everyone's got their own suspicions though, so they avoid talking about. Personally, I think that if anyone would know what Slade was up to, it would be Robin. Raven told me about his midnight 'walks', and how he always seems to come home bruised and sweaty. Guess this isn't safe to talk about in a letter though, huh?

Anyways, I wanted to ask you something: why did you ask me to write? You could get way more detailed reports from the Titans database, if you're just curious about the villains. Plus, I'll be home in a few weeks, so this whole thing seems kinda pointless.

He knew that would offend the Atlantean, but he had to know. No matter how much reason argued, there was still a small amount of hope that Garth would return his feelings someday. Or, if miracles did happen, that he might return them right now. Sighing, Roy shook his head and returned to the paper, trying desperately to ignore that little weed of an emotion that made his chest ache every time his dark-eyed teammate looked at him.

But I know you probably won't want to answer that. You've never been one for talking, or explaining why you do anything. Guess it's a fish thing. Just thought I'd ask, since I promised a letter, but have nothing to write about.

Now, that wasn't exactly true. He had lots to talk about; how much he missed walking up and going down to the pools so that he could see Garth first thing, how being on an island made him miss the other boy terribly, even (if he had felt daring) the strange dream he had had last night that involved Garth, a bed, and a lot less lube then was probably necessary in real life.

Take care of yourself, and tell Bee I said hi. And keep the twins out of my room! I'll write again soon.

Roy

Sighing, Roy shoved the letter in an envelope, trying to ignore how dismally short it was. If the Atlantean wanted a longer one, he would have to start the conversation, because it was really hard to write when all your mind knew, and all your pen wanted to talk about, was love.