I don't own any part of Teen Titans.
w/ Babs
"Just remember everything we talked about and everything else will fall into place." Helena informed as the two walked down the stairs to the living area, going over their initial plan. She took a seat in the leather recliner and watched as the redhead seemed to have a private conversation within herself.
Babs constantly watched her mantle clock's hand beat away, the ticking sound deafening her ears as she waited for her ex-boyfriend's arrival. A small part of her wished he wouldn't show because with every wasted second, she slowly began changing her mind. Maybe this is the wrong way to go about things. I do love Dick and want him back, and Xavier deserves to rot for what he did to me but…
"Are you listening to me?" Helena asked, her temper rising.
"Yes!" she lied loudly from sheer irritation. The knock at the door made the pair of women jump out of their brief conference. Helena scurried up the stairs within earshot range as her friend rushed to answer the door.
"Hey." Xavier greeted once Babs welcomed him in. "I came over as fast as I could." he added making his way inside
"I hope I didn't interrupt your guys night out."
"Don't worry about it, doll. I'm not going to miss much." He stopped at the foot of the sofa taking an observant look around the room then stopped at her, waiting.
"What?" she asked with uncertain panic by his vigilant gawk.
"What?" he raised his brow in puzzlement. "So you gonna tell me what happened with Kory and that dolt?"
"Don't call him that." she readily warned.
Feeling a hint of deja-vu, he rolled his eyes tiredly. "Oh damn, not you too."
"Dick means a lot to me and I won't have you talking about him like that in my presence."
"Great." he uttered sarcastically. Every moment they shared together during their short-lived romance might have been fussy and discerning due to her selective behavior. Though now, he took a moment to realize something about her. She still held imploringly intense feelings for Dick, it was unmistakable. Perhaps these feelings still lingered while she was enjoying herself with him, who knows. But now it was haunting her and it was almost enough for him to take pity on her.
"You know, you and Dick," he said repeating his name with equal distaste for the man himself, "…you two really are good together…kinda like me and Kory." he finished sincerely.
Upon hearing his words, she was flabbergasted that he would come up with such an assumption. His unheard civility only complicated things further for her. After careful consideration, her mind was racked with guilt, her conscious betraying her. She couldn't do it.
She was at a standstill and left looking clueless as Xavier waited for her to tell him about the 'lovesick' pair.
"But anyways, about Dick and Kory…" he continued.
But there was nothing to tell, how was she supposed to tell him that? How was she to tell him she simply lured him there with ulterior motives? Now she was stuck. On impulse and stressed for time, her best maneuver was to say the first thing that entered her mind, however erroneous it might have been.
"I miss you." she blurted inarticulately.
"What?" he said bemused, unsure if he heard her correctly.
"I said I missed you. And I was hoping you missed me too."
"Whoa, wait. What the hell is going on, red?"
"Xavier, if we could just talk about us. I'm thinking maybe we didn't give each other enough…time to fully understand each other. As for Kory, I…just thought that if I mentioned her that…maybe…" she stuttered.
"Are you kidding me? You got me here under false pretenses just to tell me you miss me?"
"I didn't know any other way you'd see me." He grimaced and rubbed his forehead holding back his undersized vexation. He took a strong look at her in her despairing countenance.
At that moment he couldn't help but be reminded of his mother, all those years of corporal pain and lasting distress she suffered. He loved her deeply and she was the single most reason he promised himself that he would never both truly and purposely hurt any woman, emotionally or physically, unlike him.
"Babs, I know you don't love me. And you know you don't love me. You could barely stand me at times. I really think your wasting your feelings on someone like me." The inapt silence echoed throughout the room causing an uneasy Xavier to shift a bit. He figured from her fixed gaze at the floor that she felt uncomfortable as well.
"Look, I'm just going to trot on out of here." He swiftly made his way towards the door. "I…" he said stealing a gaze at her, "well you know what I mean." Though she still avoided his stare, she knew when he silently crept out of the door. After his leave, she looked to it. Xavier had surely changed somehow, he almost seemed…humane.
"What happened!" she heard the brunette debutante holler to her as she declined from the stairs, driving Babs away from her abrupt thoughts.
"You didn't tell him about Dick…or that tramp or about anything we discussed!" she heard her boomingly accuse.
"I couldn't do it, Helena. I tried but…I just froze."
"Apparently. I can't believe you just blew your only chance of getting Dick back." she verbally scolded. "Not to mention sending that floozy of a woman back to the brothel she crawled from. And what do you plan on doing when everyone finds out you were dumped by that bestial thug?"
Babs covered her eyes with resounding frustration as Helena's words impaled her mind.
"I hope you can handle the gossips and snubs you'll receive. We aren't very accepting of women who aren't of our social order. And let's face it, without Dick, you'll be nothing. It's a shame too, because you worked so hard." she continually derided. The more she spoke, the more she realized she was right, and she blew it miserably. This was her last feeble effort for a reconciliation with her ex-love, to finally prove to him they were perfectly intended for each other. "Unless…" Helena persisted.
Adrift in her thought, Babs failed to see a hand heading straight to her cheek until it made contact. A shot of pain stung the left side of her face, a force she never thought her friend was capable of.
She grabbed at her reddened cheek hoping to alleviate the throb.
"What was that for?"
"We have a change in plans." she smirked smugly.
"What?"
"Seeing as how you were too spineless to follow through with our plan…I, being the dear friend that I am, have thought of another." And with that, she sent another flying smack to Babs's opposite cheek.
"Stop it! Why are you slapping me!"
"Oh darling, I didn't slap you," she answered nonchalantly "…Xavier did." she finished, without a care.
"What!"
"Think about it. Mr. Redd came here tonight with every intention of getting you back, you outright refused him and he became enraged like a madman and well…attacked you." Helena's voice was full of arrogance yet it, by some means, dripped with a conniving undertone that it actually sent odd shivers down her spine.
"Are you crazed? I'm not going to do that." she answered frantically, still rubbing at her wounded face.
"I'm trying to help you."
"And how is accusing Xavier of physical battery going to help me?"
"What do you think Dick will do when he sees you've been attacked, by Xavier no less?" Though she asked, she didn't wait for Babs's meaningless answer.
"He'll come running to you." she touched Babs's dimly bruising cheek tenderly. "He'll be so distraught that he wasn't there for you. That he let you get hurt by that animal because let's face it, that's the kind of endearing man he is. And no sooner, he'll forget all about that tramp." she stated as her grin grew wider by the second.
Babs traveled over to a small mirror that hung just above a wall table. Helena's forceful blows were pretty vicious as she stared at her reflection. She gently touched her face, wondering if this was the only way. Helena walked up beside her and wrapped a friendly arm around her as she stared back at Babs through the same mirror.
"You have to ask yourself, Babs. What's more important to you? Dick's love once and for all or Xavier's wounded feelings?" she asked, contorting her smile into a mocking frown with the latter statement.
"Dick means everything to me, you know that." she said quietly, more to herself than her severe friend.
"I know he does, dear. I know he does." she stroked her shoulders gently. "The only question is are you willing to prove it to him?"
"Yes, more than anything."
"Good, I'm glad you finally came to your senses. Now then, let's finish here."
Little did they know of the rapid breathing of the blonde friend who hid in the room's coat closet, witness to everything that had transpired at that moment. She covered her mouth hoping to remain as silent as possible and prayed no one would be needing their jacket soon.
w/ Dick
"Goodness! I can't believe how cold it got." Kory mentioned as she passed Dick while he held open the door to the small diner. Due to the bleak cold front that had loomed its way into the city, an alteration to their plans was unavoidable. Not that it mattered much, the succession of events had already made this a very memorable date in both eyes.
"Trust me, coffee is the best remedy for days like this." Dick held her hand as he led her to a quiet booth in the back, excusing himself to the people already in the aisle.
"Really?" she sang playfully. "Well then what's your remedy for a sore body?" she smiled sliding into her seat careful not to overwork her already tender muscles.
"Hmm, more vigorous workouts?" he joked trying his best not to sound too vulgar.
"Listen you handsome devil, you just worry about hitting Hudson University this fall."
"Ouch, denied! You're starting to sound more like Bruce."
"Blasphemy!" she gasped. "No really, Dick. All joking aside, he's right."
"Well Hudson has one of the best criminology courses in New York. It's one of my first steps to becoming a police detective. That's what I aspire to do."
"You see, that's what I find amazing about you. You didn't let the need for revenge at the death of your parents consume you. Instead your making sure it doesn't happen to anyone else."
"I've learned it's not something you can heal from…ever. It's something you just learn to live with. It took me years but now I think I've made peace with it." She slowly reached over the table and touched his hand tenderly, her soft spoken eyes delving straight into his.
"So tell me, do you think I'd make a good detective?" he asked.
"Dick, you're going to be the Sherlock Holmes of Gotham. And you're going to protect us all from the crazies of this city, that much I know. You have heart and that is why I have faith in you." Her bangs plopped to her eyes as she edged the center of the table, prompting him to come closer. She whispered secretly, "But most of all, I'm dying to see you wear one of those cute little detective badges."
Her latter statement had caught him by surprise. "One of those cute badges?" he laughed expecting to have heard something more considerable. Once again, he realized he had laughed more so today than any other day that he could possibly remember. Kory's facetious behavior endowed him with something that had long been hidden since childhood. Laughter. Even if she was strong-willed, her naïve mannerisms were testimony not only to her open vulnerability at times but his need and desire to protect her.
"Kory, I haven't been this…uh…um…"
"Happy?" she hoped by crossing her fingers cutely, praying she was right.
"Yes, happy." he smiled. "And I uh…well I'm not sure how to say this but…"
Quickly, she inched herself across the table for a second time and grabbed his face. "But you're not good with words…or feelings. I know that." but delivered a fast kiss to his warm lips.
They broke apart if only for a moment, as the waitress had appeared, to order their coffee. During the ten minutes from receiving their java, they chatted openly about anything that wedged their interests. Sadly for Dick, all his consumption of coffee merely brought about the need to relinquish himself.
"Will you excuse me for a moment?" he excused himself as he rose from his seat. "Nature's calling right about now."
"Just as long as you find your way back to me."
There she sat quietly with her striking ambience, that he found himself swooping down just low enough to where he was a few inches away from her bedroom eyes. He faced her directly and with open honesty. "Oh, that won't be a problem. You see, I've done it once before and I can do it again." he said softly then winked charmingly. Satisfied with the delicate flutter of her dreamy eyes, he chose to make his way to the bathroom.
He walked through the aisle which now had now been occupied by many as they kept trailing in, seeking protection from the cold outside. It was no use. Dick couldn't erase the permanent smile on his face despite the grumpy freezing patrons who looked on, wondering what the heck he had to be so happy about.
Maybe the best thing to do would be not to discuss our fictional 'relationship'. Everything is going so well, yet we aren't even together. I'm sure she likes me in some way, she wouldn't have made love to me if she didn't, right? Maybe fate does have this funny way of working, like she said. I mean, I'll be the first to admit that I've never had a reason to believe in fate before, though now…
He took a quick glance back at Kory, who was in the middle of bringing her hair into a stylish ponytail. She grinned away at the people seated beside her table who were already in a deep conversation with her. Now…I'm one lucky son of a bi…
Just then he felt a sharp jolt collide with his chest. Forgetting his thoughts, he looked up to see an older man, maybe in his mid 30's looking back down at him. Immediately what caught his attention was the midnight black eye patch over his right eye covering what he proposed was a blue eye if any indication from its twin to the left. The slicking-back of his platinum, almost white, hair further emphasized his cold manner.
His first impression of this man was something out of an epic World War II movie. Fit to be a goose-stepping commander in a Nazi army, he appeared both unsympathetic and menacing, as if nothing in the world could hold him back in his quest to dominate this battle. If his appearance wasn't intimidating enough, Dick for some incomprehensible reason, began getting a bad rhythmic vibe from this gentleman. There was something so eerily wrong about him that it caused him to go into a defensive state. Nevertheless, he continued to mind his manners.
"Sorry." Dick apologized lightly.
The mysterious man, however, said nothing in return. He said not a single apologetic mumble. All Dick received as a response was a deathly stare with his one good icy blue eye. The man pushed passed him causing Dick to lose his balance a bit. Ignoring the unusual tension still lingering, he continued to head on to the bathroom.
Seconds later he felt a peculiar gut-wrenching sensitivity swarming inside him, almost shouting at him to take a final look at this strange man. And when he did, he was stunned to see that the man's gaze was cemented at their table, more so fixated on Kory. She was now laughing away with the diners beside her, unaware of the pair's unfaltering stares.
If things weren't weird enough, Dick viewed as the man quickly shot his head around to intently gape back at him with a nasty grin on his face. How did he know I was watching him? The man's taunting smirk faded just as fast. He then did a one interval, but very disturbing, nod of his head before deciding to exit out of the entrance door. Dick stood there shaking his head with full perplexity…what was all that about?
w/ Bee + Terra
"So what do you think?" Terra whispered over the booming sound coming from the movie theater screen.
"Girl, if I were you I would've still called the cops. What does your mother think about all this?"
"I never told her." Bee rapidly shot her a stunned expression, disbelieving that she would keep what had occurred with Joey tight-lipped.
"Don't look at me like that, ok. She's too preoccupied with her new boyfriend to care about anything I do." she said in between bites of butter popcorn.
"That's complete crap, blondie. You need…" but stopped speaking due to the hard kick she felt coming from behind her theater seat.
"Oooh girl." Bee emphasized with a impatient tone. "That's the third time he's done that and I'm about ready to smack his behind up and down this aisle." she gritted to Terra. The blonde took a fast glimpse to the row behind them and viewed two guys wrestling around in their seats.
"It's two guys…ooh and they're hot too." Terra whispered making a giggly face, though it did nothing to lessen her friend's anger. "Bee, just keep your cool please." she beseeched. "I work here part-time and I don't need to get kicked out. Then I'll have to do some major ass kissing to my boss and you know about how I feel about ass kissing."
"What, you already met your quota for the month?" But once again, the dark beauty propelled forward from the annoying horseplay.
Ignoring Terra's plead, she adamantly turned in her seat to stare directly at the goofs. "Listen here! If you two boneheads don't knock off your kindergarten crap I'm personally going to make sure you do!"
The men's broadened eyes signified that they knew she meant business. An apology was uttered from the romping pair and she moved her eyes back to watch the big screen. With no further bothersome behavior occurring from behind their seats, the two girls were finally able to enjoy the rest of the movie.
A hour and a half later, Terra and Bee found themselves walking down Gotham Square with small cups of ice cream in hand. Laughing away, they failed to see the two familiar faces looking at them from an outside eatery.
"Hello ladies." addressed the rather burly man.
"Oh God. It's those jerks from the movie. Quick, act like we didn't hear them." Bee ordered quietly.
"I don't know Beecher. He really seems to want to talk to you."
"Uh…ladies." he raced to stop them before they could leave.
"What do you want, junior?" Bee asked clearly bothered by his direct approach.
"Yo…yo, calm down sweet cheeks. We just wanted to apologize for our kindergarten crap behavior."
"Well are you going to apologize for being arrogant idiots, too?" Terra muffled a laugh after hearing her fiery friend snub the men's advances.
He laughed, half embarrassed due to the fact that no other girl had ever spoken to him in such a manner, but moved closer to her nonetheless.
"Ok, we deserved that." he said gazing over at his friend. "The name's Vic and this here is Wally." he introduced while sticking out his hand for her to shake only to be rebuffed. Wally smiled meekly knowing they had no chance with these girls.
Terra grabbed Bee's arm snugly and whispered into her ear. "You take Vic and I'll take Wally."
"Wait a minute, why do I get the meathead?" she said quietly.
"Because it's so obvious that he's into you."
"Please, he's just another blockhead who thinks he can show me pant-less paradise."
"Well I think he's cute and Wally is too adork-able."
"What happened to Ms. I like blondes?" Bee pressed as she folded her arms to her hips, maternally.
"She got replaced with Ms. It's time for a change." she winked and walked over to Wally.
"Now that's fabulous. She gets Mr. Romeo and I get the muscle-bound monkey." she muttered to herself. Damn blondie, you are too boy-crazy. She turned to see Vic's widened smile as he saved a chair beside him especially for her. Exhaling an maddened sigh, she went to join him.
After ten minutes of chitchat, Wally and Terra had excused themselves to talk privately. They found a nearby bench and continued with getting to know each other well. Well, as much as they could talk until Wally's cell interrupted their conversation. He apologized to her before answering his phone.
"Hello?"
"Wally, I'm glad I found you."
"Hi, Jinn. What's going on?"
"Not much. I'm looking for Rachel. You haven't seen her, have you? I would call her cell but she's with Malachi and I can't stand him. I need to know if she's…"
"Waaalllly…" Terra called over to him.
If he could have seen her, he would have noted the narrowing of Jinn's eyes upon hearing the sound of another female voice. "Um…who was that?" she asked.
"That would be Terra."
"Terra?" she reiterated.
"A girl I met awhile ago." he informed further.
"A girl….you met….a while ago. That's…nice." she said, swallowing what surprising jealousy she felt.
"But to answer your question, no. I haven't seen Rachel since that last time we talked. Maybe you should try…"
"So are you guys dating or something?" she asked cutting short Wally's unfinished suggestion.
"Dating?…no. We just met a few hours ago."
"So what are you guys doing now?"
"We're over at Gotham Park. The one near the eatery that we..."
"Like a place where you go when you're dating." she emphasized through the phone.
"We are not dating." Terra couldn't help but feel apprehensive with his declarations to this caller, this clearly green-eyed caller.
"Just do what you want, Wally. If you see Rachel, tell her I'm looking for her, will you?" she requested before hanging up loudly. He gave his phone a strong confusing look wondering why his friend just behaved that way.
"She likes you." Terra stated openly taking the redhead by surprise.
"Who, Jinn?…believe me, she doesn't."
"Yes, yes she does." she nodded positively at him. "And you like her too, don't you?"
"I…will…that's personal." he stuttered, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Wally, you have no reason to lie to me. We don't even know each other." Thinking he'd probably never see this girl again, why not just admit the obvious.
"Then yeah, I guess I kind of do." he asked with a guilty countenance. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me for liking her. Never apologize for liking a girl." she advised. "It's a completely normal thing. Have you told her?"
"Not quite."
"Call her…tell her." she said grasping his hand that contained the phone and moved it up to his ear.
"I can't do that, she might laugh in my face."
"That's a good excuse to avoid your feelings, Wally." she said sarcastically. "I'll never understand, why are men so afraid to tell us how they feel?"
"Because we're idiots?"
"You're funny as you are adorable." she said pinching his cheek. "It's no wonder she likes you. You'll defiantly win her over with that humor." Wally sat there was in a perplexed daze.
"What?" she asked unsure of his constant gaze on her.
"It's just when you said that. You reminded me of someone who told me the same thing, that's all."
"Oh, I was hoping you'd say someone like Jessica Simpson. Some people seem to think I remind them of her." she viewed to see the same puzzled look on his face. Coiling her eyes fumingly, "Ok, so Jessica Simpson without the boobs!" she shouted angrily.
He laughed a bit. "No, no you reminded me of a friend…Kory."
She thought for a moment. Not many people had that moniker around here, no one she's ever heard of anyways. "Kory? Ruby red hair…green eyes…legs that never end, Kory…Anders?"
"Yeah. You know her?"
"She's one of my greatest friends. How do you know her?"
"She's dating my buddy, Dick."
"Holy heck! Dick, the guy she wrecked into. Dick, the guy who's forcing her to date him to get back with his ex."
"Or how about Dick, the guy who's fixing her car so she doesn't get read her Last Rites when her parents find out she totaled it." he defended.
She had a faint sense of guilt. It was after all, she and Bee who coerced her into taking Goldie out that day. "Or maybe…that." she said defeated.
"Well, ain't this a small, small world." he joked as they began to head back wishing to let Vic know they all shared a mutual friend. Though they weren't going to become romantically involved anytime soon, the two did enjoy each other's company.
Once they returned, they were amused to find Vic and Bee's lips in the midst of a long passionate embrace. Wally cleared his throat to summon their attention and it worked as they, indeed, broke apart.
Just then Bee minutely slapped Vic across the cheek. "You watch yourself, jackass!" she feigned her anger over his kiss. "Let's go, Terra!" she stood as Wally chose to take her seat.
"I have to say, if only your acting skills were as good as that kiss." she joked. "So what happened? You lose your retainer down his throat." she recurrently kidded earning a quick shove by Bee as they left. "That good, huh?" she laughed once more before they disappeared into the evening.
Sending his friend a concerned stare, "Hey, you ok in there?" Wally asked waving a hand in front of the ebony stud.
"Oh yeah, she's mine." he finally answered.
"You…and her?"
"Watch and learn my friend. Watch and learn." Wally took notice of the blonde gentleman who walked past them in a rush. He shrugged his shoulders and examined Vic in the same dazed fashion.
"Well I guess Dick was right. Seems you finally have met your match." he rolled his eyes, still considering giving Jinn a call back.
w/ Rachel
Rachel looked over to her secret companion as he took out a flask and poured an unknown liquor into his teacup, spilling some in the process. She sighed jadedly before taking a small sip of her own tea and swayed her vision around the café. She looked to Malachi when she heard him hiccup for the fourth time.
"Don't you that's enough? I think you've had a little too much to drink already."
"You want to know what I think, love?" Malachi asked, licking his fingers clean for any spilled fluid that may have remained on his tips. "When I want your bloody advice, I'll ask for it."
Rachel was left only to glower openly at him. Something had to give already, she'd grown incredibly weary of this overplayed scenario.
"Do you always have to look so damn mad? Do you always have to have a frown permanently etched onto your face?" he scolded in his British enunciation.
"Maybe it's my due to my company." she reproached earning a raised brow from him.
"Oh little miss wisecracker now, aren't we? It's no wonder everyone thinks you're a frigid bint."
"I don't care how anyone feels about me."
Malachi's loud scoff caused the other patrons to look crossly at their table. "I'm sure you feel that way, love. You, society's pariah, and that train wreck of a friend, Jinx." he jeered.
"What about you?" she accused looming closer to him. "I'd be careful riding that high horse of yours, Malachi. The falls could be deep."
Just the thought of her mocking sent him into a drunken rage as he slammed his hands onto the table. The pound was forceful enough to rattle the tableware which Rachel quickly tried to stop.
"You watch your bloody mouth when you speak to me." he ordered, shooting a scolding finger at her.
"And I'm just supposed to let you ridicule me and my best friend without any sort of defense?"
"You don't like it, there's the door!" he shouted as the majority of people curved to tune into their disagreement. Malachi's inebriation was causing quite a scene and all she wanted to do at the moment was disappear. She hated when full attention was drawn to her.
"Will you stop, you're making a spectacle of yourself." she said through clenched teeth.
"It's not me their looking at deary." he leered, pointing a snickering finger towards her.
She surveyed the counter of the café momentarily only to see the person she dreaded the most making a purchase. Though his back was directed towards her, she knew that blonde protruding
hair from that famous green cap anywhere. No…of all the places in Gotham, why here?
"Why don't we just leave?" she rose from her seat speedily.
"You leave. I'm not ready to go." After hearing his loud refusal, she sat back down trying the best she could to avoid the other's shameful gazes.
Malachi turned towards the counter and hollered at the poor salesclerk. "Blimey, do you care that were freezing our bullocks out here? Turn up the heat!" he slurred noisily.
Rachel looked down to the table mortified, she could feel Gar's gaze on her. She grew hot with anxiety exacted from her boyfriend's humiliatingbehavior that she favored being sucked into a dark abyss rather than suffer in her present situation.
Capturing a low glance, she viewed as a jade cap headed their direction.
Nearly reaching their table, he ceased abruptly almost as if maybe he had changed his mind. But continued when he heard the intoxicated individual barking away again.
With a soft tap of his shoulder, "Excuse me, dude. Do you think you could be a little…I don't know, uh…quieter." he grinned as nicely as possible.
"Quieter?" Malachi repeated giving Gar a disgusted glance.
"Yeah, just a tad." he answered, pinching his fingers.
"Who the hell are you, fanny?"
"My name's not Fanny, it's Gar."
"Don't worry. We were just about to leave." Rachel interrupted then traveled over to Malachi and grabbed his hand to help him up. However, he pushed her away roughly making her slide back slightly.
"I said I'm not ready to go!" he roared.
"Hey, don't push her." Gar warned. His outburst caught Malachi's attention. He smirked at the younger man and finally raised himself hoping to intimidate him.
"Stop it, Malachi." Rachel intervened by stepping in between the two.
"You stay out of this, love." he moved her away.
"Maybe you should listen to the lady." Gar advised.
"Lady? I don't see any lady here except for, of course, maybe…you." he heckled. Gar had about as much guff he could bear from this foul-mouthed loser. Swiftly, he found himself grabbing Malachi roughly by the collars of his shirt and shoveled him back a bit.
"Don't Gar!" she said. He flashed an eye over to her and felt bad for losing his temper so easily. Didn't she know he was only trying to stop this jerk from speaking to her so offensively? He turned to see that the rest of the café was also attentively looking at the show.
"Why don't you get some manners, pal. And while your at it, learn how to treat a lady." he voiced letting go of him. He quickly retreated back to the counter to receive his to-go tofu sandwich and headed out the door ignoring the people's stares.
Rachel glanced at Malachi wondering what she was to do. Decisively, she hurried to the door wanting to reach her defender before he was out of sight.
"Where the bloody hell are you going?" Malachi shouted. With no answer from her, "Fine, go! Follow him, see if I care!" That was the last she heard of him once she stormed out of the café and into the cold air.
She searched left and right but saw no sign of him. Thinking he was gone, she traveled over to her car and immediately entered. She drove a mile up the road when she unexpectedly saw him walking along the sidewalk. What? How did he get this far? Did he fly?
She drove up beside him and decelerated her vehicle slow enough to match his speed. Rolling down her window, he saw her and stopped.
"I didn't need your help back there." she said blandly.
"Really? Didn't look that way to me." he said and pursued his walk down the sidewalk. He was right and she hated it.
"Get inside, it's cold."
"I'll be alright. It's only a breeze but thanks."
"It has to be 60 degrees Gar, and you don't have a jacket."
"Don't worry Rae. You see these fine pecks," he proceeded to flex his lesser muscles to her, "besides I'm thick-skinned. I can take it." he joked. As much as she would have liked to continue gazing at him, she looked ahead careful not to hit anything.
With a stubborn sigh, "Gar, get in the car…now!" He jumped about from the tone of her voice but agreed with fear of angering her any further. Once inside the temperate Mercedes, "Thanks." he mentioned slamming the door shut. They sat in silence for a moment, with Gar using the heater to warm his hands. Timidly, she spoke up…
"Thank you."
"For what?" he asked taking the moment to rearrange his baseball cap.
"For what you said back in the café."
"Just one of the many chivilristic things about me." he said, polishing his fingers on his shirt.
"Gar, chivilristic is not a word."
"Yeah it is. It means charming like me."
"Ok if you say so but it's still not a word."
"Rachel, I work in a book store. I should know."
Rolling her eyes, she decided there was just no beating idiocy. Sweet idiocy though. "So where to?" she asked.
"Dude, we're off to the best night of your life." She gave him a nervous cast contemplating what on Earth she had gotten herself into.
"Wh…what?"
"Oh, you're going to miss the street. Here, turn here…" he smiled away. He was going to get her to like him if it was the last thing he did.
I've finally been able to put everything aside to finish this chapter. I'm not too crazy about it, though I hope I'm solitary on that belief. I tried my best to have everyone somehow come together. I suppose everything in this story is coincidental, huh? So my fair readers, many things are coming to light now. What could this mean for Dick+Kory, Xavier, Terra and etc.? Well I'll give you a hint...I don't think it will be pretty.
What I definitely don't like is how the automatic alerts are jacked and not informing me of anything.
I must give a big thanks to sb1 who has been kind enough to preview for me and tell me if the chapter is a go. Also, thanks to all those who answered me on the other story that I had been thinking of doing. I appreciated all the feedback I was given.
Dick means everything to me. After proofreading this, I couldn't help but laugh. Yes, I should've opted for Richard instead…oh, well.
To all those who have reviewed since the beginning of this story, thank you so much. I can only hope I continue seeing you to the end of this. And those new reviews I received: lalala5812, RoseXxxXThorn, anon, silentxangel…thanks again, you're awesome. Everyone's words and reviews really do help.
Well one of the good things about today…PAYDAY! Until next chapter…