11 Reasons General Theme 11 Reasons why Terra chose Slade
Character/s/Pairings Slade/Terra
Fandom Teen Titans
Rating K+
Prompt 51. glare/stare
Warnings/Disclaimers Screw order. Pre-Apprentice Terra.
The ceiling was shimmering, wavering slighty, as if with heat. But there wasn't heat here, in this cold stone room. The walls and ceiling were all rock, and the floor was matted down with those cheap blue things you usually find in school gymnasiums; the ones that maximize pain, especially if you've just been hit in the head with a dodgeball.
Or, in Terra's case, Slade's steel-toe boot.
Slade's head cut into Terra's line of vision, blocking out the swaying ceiling (good thing too, she was starting to feel nauseous). He knelt beside her, held up a hand (which was shimmering now too) and said something.
"What?" Terra mumbled. Her voice sounded like it was very far away.
"How many fingers, Terra. Count 'em."
She squinted. It looked like four..or three... "Four?"
He sighed. "Close enough. Get up." She stood up shakily, breathing hard. Her vision was still hazy, and she nearly fell again. "After about an hour, we'll be done for the day."
"Slade..." she started, feeling that familiar gnawing in the pit of her stomach; it wasn't hunger, and it wasn't nausea. It was much, much worse. She tried to say, "I gotta stop," but she wasn't sure that she'd actually said it out loud
"Terra, I can't help you if you quit on me. I need to see what you're able to do."
"But you really need to listen to me..." she tried to say, but it came out more as an: "Aagh."
"Come on Terra, lets go!"
"Slade...I can't..." She put her hands on her knees as she bent over, trying to breath evenly. Her vision was cloudy, almost fading away to yellow...
"Yes you can, Terra. Enough of this, fight me!" He was either oblivious or pushing her too far...
"But I'm telling you the truth..." Slivers of gold were creeping in...
"FIGHT!"
"NO! Her fists and eyes exploded with golden light, and she began to float towarsd the ceiling. "I meant it!"
"Terra, calm down." He didn't sound nervous or scared of her at all, he actually sounded...dissapointed. This notion enraged her further, and she began to howl. Huge chunks of rock pulled out of the walls and began to swing around her.
"I TOLD YOU!" Terra screamed.
"I know-"
"I TOLD YOU I WASN'T OKAY!"
"I know you did, but I can't help you from down here." Slade walked over to the swirling debris, and calmly walked through it. Terra watched as he nimbly avoided the boulders, and she barely blinked when one hit him and he did fall. He stood up again, stretched, and walked over so that he was standing beneath her.
"I told you," she said confidantly. Her head was scraping the ceiling.
"I know, and I apoligize, if it helps. Will you come down?"
"NO."
"Fair enough. You can hang around up there, having your little hissy fit. Just remember this: I am trying to help you. I needed to see just how much control you have. I haven't been beating you around all day just for fun. Although," he added, "It wasn't a complete waste of time."
Terra simply stared down at him, but the golden glow was fading, and she was slowly lowering herself down to the floor.
"Can you understand that? I want to help you learn to control yourself, so that you can live without worrying about how many people you'll kill by accident."
After a moments silence, Terra asked "You...want to help me?"
By now, she was at eye level with Slade. Her irises were still gold, and her fists appeared to be sparking.
"Yes, I do." He returned her glare until, finally, she blinked. The last of the gold was gone.
"Thank you," she whispered, and dropped to the floor.
Tee hee. Hissy fit. I HAD to have that there.
I'm Not Okay (I Promise)-MCR