Iridescent Chapter 6 - You Are What You Drink, a teen titans fanfic

Im back! I know I have been keeping you guys waiting for a long time and I'm really sorry but I'm free now and I can write now that school is over! In terms of this story this is what I have planed ... Hanna will continue to help the titans but only occasionally. PrimaTech will come back. I will continue my story through the 2nd 3rd 4th and 5th season of Teen Titans. Terra will make an appearance but not like she does in the show.

"THIS IS IT, SIR." The lead geologist double-checked her GPS and overlaid its image with a satellite-based graph. "Satellite and radar confirm it. This stream leads to the underground source that the subjects get their water from."

"I hope you're right," Dr. Chase said icily. He was tired from the late-hour flight, and altogether eager for some progress in this project. "Your performance up till now has been pathetic. Be glad I'm somewhat more forgiving than the director."

The geologist swallowed and rechecked her instruments with fingers that trembled slightly. "No, this is it," she said, trying to make her voice strong. "I'm positive."

"Okay, then," said Dr. Chase. "Release the reactant."

Another agent opened a foam cooler. A fog of dry ice swirled around them like early-morning mist. He carefully pulled on heavy gloves that protected him from fingertip to elbow. Following that, a gas mask covered his face. The others moved away to stand upwind. The agent carefully removed a test tube from the dry ice with tongs. He uncapped it, and after a moment's hesitation, tipped the test tube so its pale pink liquid flowed into the thin mountain stream.

"Of course, this will affect everything it comes into contact with," he murmured, praying that Dr. Chase knew what he was doing.

"Not necessarily," said The Doctor. "It's been specialized to bind only to certain receptors. These mutants have them; not many other species do."

The team was silent as the reactant blended invisibly with the crystal-clear stream. Within thirty minutes, it would infiltrate the natural water reservoir that served the Omegas house.

Dr. Chase could barely contain his excitement. Now the real experiments would start.

24 HOURS LATER

I tug against the collar of my dress in attempt to escape the scratchy fabric. Madison scowls and points at me in a scolding manner. I stop fidgeting and blow a strand of hair that has fallen out of place. My fancy black high heels bent my feet awkwardly and the clasp to the fancy necklace Im wearing pinches the back of my neck uncomfortably.

"Hugh! Remind me why we're doing this again." I moan.

Holly finishes styling her long, blond, strait hair into an elegant fishtail braid and looks at me through the bathroom mirror. She tucks a silver clip we bought at VonMar into her hair. "We'er doing this because Mr. Queen asked us to." she says simply and begins applying lipgloss on her lips.

She tried to get me to wear lip gloss but wisely reconsidered when I threatened to kill her.

I sit on my bed squirming impatiently and twisting the corner of my comforter. Just to let you know, I'm not nervous. I'm uncomfortable and completely out of my comfort zone. I do not do dresses. I do not do makeup. I do not do high heels. Unlike Madison, Jayden, and Holly I'm the only one in the room who looks and feels completely out of character.

I sigh deeply and flop backwards on the bed.

"HANNA!"

I jolt back up. Madison glares at me as she styles Madison's pixy short hair. Jesus, sometimes girls are even scarier than the monsters I fight.

Wrapped in nothin but a furry white towel, beautified Jayden exits the bathroom and walks into the walk in closet. She shuts the door behind her.

"Hey Hanna! Be a dear and grab me a pair of undergarments." shouts Jayden on cue. I have no idea why she's talking to me in a British accent but I do as she asks. I grab a bra and pair of underwear from my dresser and hand them to Jayden through the cracked open door. I assume my position on the side of the bed and cross my legs like I have seen women do in movies. Moments later Jayden exits the dressing room/walk in closet.

Her bold and elegant red dress flaunts her curves and defines her slim elegant figure perfectly. The fabric ends just above her knees and reveals her long slender legs. Jaydens toffee colored skin collaborates well with sexy red dress; and Jayden knows it too.

She struts across the room like a model walking down a catwalk and poses. "Tell me darling." she says all fancy like. "How do I look?"

I smirk. "Jay, you look..." I pause searching for a word. "amazing."

Jayden smiles and flashes me a row of perfect snow white teeth which are blinding against her dark complexion. She approaches me and pulls me to my feet. I wobble on my high heels and for a moment I think I'm about to fall. Thankfully Jayden grabs my biceps and holds me steady.

I look back at the bathroom and find Holly and Madison smiling at us. Madison wears a long bright pink maxi dress and silver fancy sandals that strap around her ankles and show off her perfectly manicured toes. Her long dark brown strait hair has been curled into tiny ringlets and is pinned in place to the side.

Holly on the other hand has gone for the country look. She wears a beautiful strapless white dress that has flowers embroidered on it in bright pink thread. On her feat she wears brown flats with straw straps.

My three sisters look absolutely stunning.

Holly steps toward me and I catch a scent of her perfume. It's sweet and subtle, almost like vanilla or honey, but more floral. She didn't always wear it, but I love when she does. "I think you look great."

I shrug and look down at my own dress. It's an elegant anthropology dress that is brown and lustrous, like melted chocolate, and it gives my skin a golden hue. Simple. Plain. Elegant. My blond hair is pulled up on top of my head and I wear heels that emphasize my sun tanned slender legs. My nails have been manicures to perfection upon Madison's demand.

I hate to admit it but it is a beautiful dress. And as uncomfortable as it may be, it does look gorgeous on me.

THE LIMO PULLED to a stop outside Furioso, the hottest, most exclusive restaurant in Los Angeles. There was a crowd of people on the sidewalk.

The Omegas gazed out the darkened windows of the limo. This was pretty much the farthest situation from anything that Hanna had ever agreed to. They were surrounded, trapped in a car driven by a stranger, with tons of people taking pictures.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alex asked.

That was enough to decide it for Mr. Queen. "Yep. It's showtime, folks," he said, popping his door open. The omegas heard murmurs ripple through the crowd. Then people were jostling, trying to get closer, trying to see them as they spilled out of the limo.

"It's the Queen!" Flashes went off like a hundred tiny fireworks.

Hesitantly we slid out of the limo after Mr. Queen.

Jayden gave a big smile, posing for the cameras. "Hello," she said, changing her angles. Alex looked down at first but couldn't help giving shy smiles to the adoring onlookers. Tyler bounced up and down and waved.

Mr Queens contact, a lady named Madeline Hammond, ran forward, her hands out.

"Mr. Queen! Kids" she said, beaming a thousand-watt smile. "Thanks so much for coming! Hey, give us a little room, will ya?" she called to the crowd, and people edged back. "Welcome to the pre-party! Isn't this great? The Harrells are going to play later, and Beth Duncraft and Fala Cochran are here."

Mr. Queen nodded, smiled, and thanked his assistant. The then turned back to the Omegas.

"Let me introduce you to some people," and for the next twenty minutes, Hanna was absorbed in a blur of smiles and air kisses and shaking hands. But with every passing moment, noises seemed to grow louder, colors seemed to get brighter, and her skin felt more and more itchy and tight.

She glanced at Jayden, who was beaming up into the face of a boy currently starring in a popular sitcom.

"What's it like living with the Queen?" a reporter asked Alex.

"I cant complain. Mr Queen knows how to live." he said truthfully. The crowd laughed, eating him up.

"So are you kids all related?"

Logan looked at the reporter disbelievingly. "Do we look like we're related?" he retorts blatantly as he gestured to Jayden who is partly African American.

Cameras flash like crazy as Tyler is bombarded by reporters. "Tyler! Tyler! How old are you?" asks a reporter from NBC. "Are you attending school?" Asks another from ABC. A blond journalist from New York Time pushers a microphone in his face "What's your story? Are you all orphans?"

Tyler's mind reeled. "Ummm...14, partly, and yes we are."

A pretty black headed reporter from the Daily Planet cornered Danny. "Danny do you have any comments towards the financial danger of the Queen's business?"

Danny gave knowing smile and tilted his head to the side. The reporter in front of Danny was cute but he payed no attention to her curious eyes, long raven hair, or hour glass figure. "You shouldn't judge a mans success by how high he's climbed. Instead you should try to base it off of how high he bounces when he hits rock bottom."

Several reporters flashed photos of Holly and Madison and multiple boys stared at the two girls for longer than what was necessary as they entered the restaurant.

"Hanna!" a NBC reporter shouted. Hanna made the mistake of turning around. "Several eye witnesses have sworn that you have been in Jump City fighting alongside the Teen Titans. Do you have any comment to share with the public?"

Hanna looked at Alex and he grabbed ahold of her hand comfortingly. Several more flashes went off. Hanna shot the reporters a confused look. "We'll if I've been fighting as a Titan, please, let me know! Cause my life just got a lot more interesting!"

In the darkness, Hanna saw Tyler and Logan sitting at the restaurant's bar, taking turns flicking almonds into glasses as if it were an advanced game of tiddlywinks. Several Hollywood writer-producer types seemed to be regressing to childhood as they joined the competition, guffawing with the boys and making a scene.

Logan was surrounded by slinky, admiring girls, some of whom Hanna recognized from TV. He was smiling, talking, turning on his own star quality, but Hanna thought his expression looked strained, and his skin pale and clammy.

Logan + pale skin = Does not compute.

And that's when it occurred to her. Logan always looked perfect. There was something very wrong with him. With all of them.