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Familiar

The sun was shining brightly over the Jump City Park. High up in the middle of the sky, indicating it was the middle of the day to park goers. In the middle of the park rested a small hill, covered in trees. In the middle of this, rested a small grove. And in that small grove, rested a sleeping green changeling.

Garfield Logan woke up. He was confused as to why he was surrounded by trees at first. Although he had something else on his mind as well.

'Another dream.'

He felt his face and found tear tracks. 'That's odd? This always happens after that dream. But why would I be crying?' He thought to himself. It always confused him, because he never knew why he was sad in the dream. When he always woke up being so happy afterwards.

He looked around him, seeing that he was in the small grove he liked to rest in, putting his earlier confusion to rest. He looked up, and he saw the skyscrapers in the distance. Yep, he now knew he was back in Jump City. But he didn't know why.

He looked down, and saw his bag filled with stuff to the side of him. His two holo-rings on the ground beside the bag. 'Okay, so maybe I was flying around to see if anything changed, and I got tired and rested in my favorite spot. That's probably what happened.'

He went and picked up his holo-rings, opening the bag back up and putting them in it. He was slinging the bag over his left shoulder when he saw something else lying on the ground where his bag had been. He leaned over, and picked it up.

It looked like a scrapbook, but he didn't recognize it. He opened it to the first page, finding a drawing of the girl from his dreams, facing a sunset. She looked to be meditating, although he wasn't entirely sure. He knew the view was from the Tower. That just left him with one question.

'Who is this girl?'

He flipped the page. There was another drawing of the girl, this time with a cup of tea in her hands while she read at the table.

He flipped through the book. Finding more and more random pictures of only her. They ranged from fighting villains, to doing seemingly normal things around the tower. Some had him in it, some had perfect drawings of the other Titans.

All of them had one thing in common. They all had a detailed picture of her in it. He found it odd, seeing the girl that was in his dreams again in this scrapbook. He'd been having them for the past seven years now, and he just couldn't figure out why she was in them. And now, finding this here with his stuff, his confusion only deepened.

Still, he thought the book would be important, and he put the book in his bag as he walked out of the small grove. Branches curled over each other above him. He continued to walk down the hill through the thick foliage, hiking down towards the flat ground.

He reached the bottom, and walked for the edge of the small, untamed forest. He put his hand in his pocket, feeling a piece of paper. He pulled it out, it was another drawing of her. She had a small, soft smile adorning her face, as if she had posed for the drawing. He was just walking out of the forest, thinking about his dream more carefully. Trying to figure out why a seemingly random girl would be in his dreams, and in a book with his stuff.

That was when he hit heads with someone and fell on his rear. "Ouch." he said as he rubbed his sore rear and the painful lump forming on his head.

He quickly got up and looked to see what he had ran into.

It was a young woman. She had black, almost shoulder length hair. She had normal skin that was a little on the pale side. She was wearing a normal purple t-shirt with blue jeans. She was still rubbing her head where she had walked into him. After about ten seconds, she finally opened her eyes.

They were a deep purple, almost like amethysts. Something finally seemed to click in Garfield's mind. 'She looks just like the angel I saw in my dreams.' And after taking one look at the picture in his hand, he found that, despite the black hair, the lack of a gemstone on her forehead, and the more normalish looking skin, she looked almost exactly like her.

She looked up at the person she ran into. She started to blush a little when she saw him gawking at her, and a piece of paper in his hands. "I'm sorry, is there something on my face?" She asked him politely, trying to hide her blush.

He seemed to realize that he had now been staring at her for a lot longer than was necessary, and blushed as well while he turned away from her. Folding up the piece of paper and putting it back in his pocket.

"No… you just look… familiar?" He tried at the end. 'Probably don't want to say I've seen you in my sleep. And that I'm currently holding a book full of drawings that look like you. That would just be super… awkward.'

She raised an eyebrow at him. But shrugged her shoulders at him as she lifted herself off the ground. She was just an inch shorter than he was. Which wasn't that hard, considering he was still only 5'7".

Her eyes finally seemed to recognize the person in front of her. "Aren't you the superhero who went missing about seven years ago?" She asked him.

He smiled, a little confused at her question. "I'm not sure about missing, but I think I just needed a break from protecting Jump City." he said while leaning back into a tree behind him.

She had a little smile now as well, as she chuckled at him. "You know, I never imagined you guys actually needing breaks. I thought it was get up and go go go for you."

"Hey, when there's only four people guarding a whole city 24/7 for several years, you'd want to get away to for a while too."

She chuckled a little more at that. "True… you know… you're actually funnier than I thought."

Something about the statement seemed familiar to him. Yet, he couldn't seem to place it from his memory. He shrugged his shoulders at her in silent agreement. Something told him that she wouldn't really appreciate jokes.

She started to twirl a strand of her hair. "Well, I need to get going."

This snapped him out of his thoughts as he saw her walking away. For some reason, it hurt as he watched her get farther away from him.

"Wait!" he shouted at her.

She stopped and turned around. He sweatdropped, not really sure about what he should say next.

"Would... you like to meet me later... for coffee or something?" He found himself asking her. Why was he nervous, he had only just met her… hadn't he.

Her smile grew a little bit. "Where exactly did you have in mind?"

His sweatdrop grew in size. He started to tug on the collar of his uniform. "Uh… it's been seven years… since I was last here you know… so I don't exactly know all the best spots now… to… go."

She shook her head at him. The smile never leaving her face. He was utterly entranced by it. "Meet me here at five, I know a good place where we can chat and have coffee and tea."

He nodded his head dumbly at her. She let out another chuckle as she turned around to walk away.

She then remembered something and turned around to face him again. "By the way, my name... it's Rachel... Rachel Roth."

Again, an almost, peculiar feeling made it's way inside his head. But he just couldn't place it. He found himself replying. "Garfield. Garfield Logan. But you can call me Gar if you want." He said while winking at her.

She blushed a little, but let out another chuckle as she walked away. Gar watched her as she walked away. Wondering why she seemed so… familiar to him.

Everything about her, even her voice, had seemed oddly familiar to him. Heck, even thinking about her brought that warm feeling back into him. She disappeared from sight, he was still looking at the last spot he had seen her. He sat back down on the ground, sitting in the area where he had talked to her.

"I think… I'm in love." he said to himself.

It should have been weird, he had literally just met this girl, and he had already fallen for her.

Yet, it seemed like he had fallen for her long ago. In another time, a past life.

A forgotten memory.

He looked at his watch. It said 3:00 on it.

He smiled.

"Only two more hours to go."

A random thought entered his mind. 'I hope she's on time this time.'

Author's Notes:

Nothing to say. I just can't...

Till Next Time

Allen