My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 17When they boarded the plane, Raven and Gar were greeted by an ecstatic group of friends. Kid Flash and Jinx had caught a ride over and were joining the group going home. Star and Dick were equally pleased to once again be surrounded by friends. Star probably more so. With a giddy scream Star took both of her friends up in a large hug. "I have missed you so!" Pulling away from them, she raised lightly into the air, her joy levitating her off the ground slightly. "I'm afraid going undercover got quite lonely. And I'm so happy to see you!" Of course, they had all seen each other in the field, but war came naturally to Star and she had been too focused to really pay them much mind beyond strategical need. "That's why we should go out tomorrow!" Jinx chimed in as she pulled the two girls to sit down next to her. The sound of the plane preparing to take off caused Jinx to raise her voice, till the back door was shut. "We just saved a whole town of children and did some serious damage to that guy's army. We deserve a girls night out!" The door shut was shut and Cy passed between Raven and Jinx to sit next to Dick at the head. Jinx leaned back over in a lower voice. "Yeah?"
"I agree!" Star said, leaning over Raven to get closer to Jinx. "We haven't had the girl time in quite awhile." In response, Raven just nodded and smile, silently agreeing. She had blushed slightly at Star's mention of girl time, but her mind didn't linger on it long. Instead, her eyes flicked back a row to Gar sitting behind Jinx. Wally was agreeing that the boys also needed some time out, going into extra detail of all the pretty girls they could get. No one, but maybe the two of them, understood Jinx and Wally's relationship. She didn't seem upset by his graphic comments, only rolled her eyes. "Oh please, ginger. At least he makes a great wingman, Gar, beside him you'll look even better." Gar laughed at the pink head in front of him, that was making a point of not turning to face them. "Don't worry about us, we do more than alright when we go out." His eyes quickly flicked to meet Raven's and gave her a quick wink. Everything had remained the same. Outside of the tower, or maybe inside too, they were free to do whatever they pleased. No commitment, no expectations, and no shame. Exactly what she had wanted. "Yeah, maybe with each other." Jinx murmured, scrolling over something on her phone. "Hey," Gar said, wrapping an arm around Wally, "he's a handsome funny guy, I would consider myself lucky." Star and Wally laughed, causing Raven to at least crack a small smile. The ship had reached a comfortable cruising elevation and one by one everyone was beginning to unbutton seat belts. Wally laughed and pushed out of Gar's arm, disappearing for a second before ending up in the seat next to Jinx. Raven's eyes lingered on Gar for a little longer. Perhaps no one else on the flight would have known his joke to be somewhat serious. Not for the first time her mind wondered back to that startling fact that she wasn't the only one playing both sides. A few times she had thought to ask for details. They had swapped stories when it came to male on female because it pertained to them. It was mostly when it came to trying something new together and the funny stories that came from mistakes with old partners. The successes were never as interesting as the failures. And she enjoyed being able to laugh about things that had embarrassed her so much at the time. His male on male history had never come up. But she was a bit curious. Her eyes rose from the floor to where they had sank in thought just as his rose from his phone. He gave her one of his gorgeous sincere smiles. But their look didn't last long as Star grabbed Raven's arm to start telling her stories of her time way. Raven gave Gar one last glimpse and saw he was sprawled out over his and Wally's seat as a sleeping dog. And so let sleeping dogs lie, she did. She had enjoyed her time with Gar, maybe it was best to keep things as they were. Tomorrow night, after everyone was rested up, she would go out with Jinx and Star, and remind herself why she valued her freedom so much. The next night came quickly as most of the day was spent either going over notes about the battle, or sleeping because of the battle. Rachel glanced in the mirror as Jinx easily threw her long black hair into a messy bun. In and effort to change Rachel into the equally confident woman Raven was, Rachel had picked an outfit a little out of her comfort zone. Though it was still all black. The skirt flared out at her waist and ended above her wrists, a little higher than she normally wore. Her black lace tights made her feel a bit more cover, though she was use to having her legs exposed. Her chest not so much. The top was low cut and showed off a great deal more skin than she was use to. "You look delicious," Aline said, eying her masterpiece over. She had suggested the outfit and the hairdo to show off Rachel's neck. It was always covered by her hood and Raven didn't ever take it into consideration as an asset. But Rachel should. Aline was also wearing all black, and as the two stepped out into the hall to meet the starkly contrasting beauty in pink, Rachel had to smirk. Sometimes, opposites did attract. Kory turned as soon as she saw them and almost skipped to the door, not wanting to waist a minute of time lingering there. The elevator hummed behind the wall, and Rachel had to smile at the dancing girl beside her. This could be just what she needed. Or not. Drumming her fingers on the glass, she eyed the brunette beside her. Kory had left to dance on the floor with Dick as soon as she spotted him. And Aline was talking to the two men that had approached the girls. Somehow Aline had managed to sound interested in anything they had to say. Rachel was failing miserably at it, as she had with the other dull men that night. Stocks and bonds did not interest her in the least, so she turned as if waiting for the bartender to notice her. Because of course, these interesting chaps had not even noticed she was out of her drink. As she turned she let her gaze wander the rest of the oval bar. On the other side a man looked somewhat put off by the girl laying herself over him. His friend beside him seemed to be very interested in what she had to say. But the poor man stuck in between didn't appear to be at ease. He was giving every indication to the girl that he was having a great time, but Rachel could see the subtle tenseness of his body as she got closer or the flinch of grimace as she laughed loudly at something. Behind her, Raven heard one of the men leave and assumed he was the one that had been interested in her. Aline didn't seem to take notice and easily continued to talk to the man left. Rachel almost breathed a sigh of relief and glanced over to the man again. He was a good actor, and the woman seemed to love the attention of the two men. But then she was caught. His glance raised across the bar and their eyes seemed to meet in a shared misery as Rachel was jostled by the annoying stockbroker getting closer to Aline. The bartender finally appeared in front of her. But with a drink she had not ordered. "From the gentleman at the end of the bar," he said, pointing to a handsome suited man to her far right. Rachel smiled, the timing couldn't have been more perfect. She nodded her head in thanks to the man watching her. But as his attention was distracted by another suited man, she flicked her eyes back to the trapped man. Raising the glass, and her eyebrow, as if to say 'your move?'. The man's crooked grin and intense stare were more than enough to tell her she had gotten his attention. Smiling, she glanced to the girl grabbing her arm. It was a little thrilling to be the one doing the chasing and not just waiting around for someone to come to her. "Hey, what do you think of Smokey's ice cream?" Aline asked, laughing as she hooked her finger into one of the belt loops of the man in front of her. Obviously Rachel was just serving as a someone to break a silly debate, but she played along for Aline. "It's not as good as Rich Cow on 7th." She answered. The man laughed in apparent victory. Rachel quickly glanced back to her man, laughing at Aline's betrayed face. But the three of them were gone. "No, that's not fair, have you had their buttered pecan?" Aline urged. Rachel finally caught two of them. The drunk woman and her trapped man. The other guy, the one that seemed to be enjoying the woman's company was gone. The two of them were heading for the door, the man had his one hand on the girls waist and in the other was his phone. They were both staring at it, and Rachel assumed it must be for a taxi or something. Groaning, she absentmindedly answered "Yes," even though she hadn't tried that particular flavor. "Have you?" Aline asked playfully sticking her finger in the stockbroker's stomach. "No," he laughed, flinching away, "but it can't be as good as the Rich double chocolate cookie dough." Aline rolled her eyes at Rachel as if she couldn't believe this guy. But Rachel was leaned back a tad, not able to let it go that he was going home with that woman. She saw the woman slide in the back seat of the car, then the head of Aline. "Hey can you hold my seat? I think we need to settle this. Do you want anything from Smokey's?" She asked. Rachel shook her head, turning back to the colorful fruity drink in front of her, poking the bottom of the glass with her straw a few times. "Alright, we'll be back." Aline grabbed the man's hand and off they went. By the time Aline had cleared her view, the man and the car were gone. Remembering where she got the drink in the first place, Rachel glanced toward the man in the suit. He seemed engaged with the other man that had come up to shake his hand, but maybe that wouldn't last for long. After all, he did look good in a suit and she was patient. "Is this seat taken?" A deep voice asked behind her. Nodding without even turning around, Rachel already had the words 'yes' forming in her lips. But it came out as more of a, "Ye...Oh, " Because it was her trapped man. "Perhaps," she purred. "Oh, saving it for someone special?" He asked, leaning towards her, giving Rachel a good chance to smell his cologne. He smelled just as good as he looked. "Of course, but maybe you're special enough?" She inquired, raising her chin as if she could do much better than him. "I think so." He replied without the slightest pause. "Really? And what makes you so special?" Rachel leaned back and rested her elbow casually on the bar, giving herself enough room to fully look him over. He laughed lightly at her obvious display of assessment. "Well miss, I am the perfect gentleman." "Oh, well in that case." Practically snorting she rolled her eyes. Though she didn't totally dismiss the fact, as he had just paid and put an admittedly beautiful woman into a cab to send her home alone. And probably protecting her from any other troubled men she could have met had he simply turned her down and let her wander back into the bar. "Alright, Mr.Gentleman, what are your intentions tonight then?" Rachel uncrossed her leg and leaned towards him. Raising his hand, he lightly ran a thumb over her cheek causing her to stupidly smile and blush. "Do whatever it is I need to do to keep that beautiful smile on your face." He replied in a lower husky voice. Rachel was proud of herself for only giving him another smile smile before leaning back and gesturing to the chair next to her as if she really didn't care. Aline would probably be awhile anyway. "And being the gentleman, I must offer you a drink." Scooting the stool closer, he pivoted himself so they were facing each other, knees grazing. "I already have one," Rachel said, confused at the offer. "Oh, come now, you don't strike me as the fruity, colorful, paper umbrella type of drinker." He said, pointing to her drink. "Ok, then what kind of drinker am I?" She wondered if he had caught the apple cider she had been lingering with for hours. Without answering her, he motioned for the bartender. "We'll have two whiskeys, neat." He told the bartender, but then quickly added, "You can add whatever was on her bill to mine as well. Room 313." The bartender nodded and quickly poked at the screen near them. Rachel slightly fidgeted as he did, she liked the idea of being a hard core whiskey drinker, but it was still a bit beyond her taste pallet. And a lot stronger than she normally drank around strangers. "Dr.Logan?" The bartender asked, confirming the habitant of the room. Rachel allowed herself to shut her eyes to momentarily calm her shock. The Dr.Logan beside her was leaning forward to answer the bartender without having to shout and his eyes were momentarily off of her. By the time he had leaned back, with his playful grin, she had composed herself. Of course, out of the whole city, she had managed to pick him up. But if he wanted to play along , then play he would have to. "Doctor?" She asked, trying to play her shock as coming from the mention of 'doctor', not 'Logan'. "Of Medicine?" "Yeah," he groaned, as if he had been caught and was ashamed it had been discovered. Smiling, he reached out for both of their drinks. His hair was darker than normal, and the shape of his face was different enough that she hadn't recognized him. He had mentioned he sometimes went out as a few different versions of himself, but this was the first time she saw this one. On the other hand, she only had this one "Rachel", and no doubt smelled just the same to his sensitive nose. "You look too young to be a doctor." She countered, knowing he was too young. "Well, I just graduated. But I did start college a little early." He admitted, taking a swig of his drink. Rachel, smirked at his response, also trying to take a swig. The liquid burned, but she hid it well. "I see. What type of medicine do you think you'll go into Dr.Logan?" The sound of Doctor before his name made her smile a little. It was just like him to try and pull off being a doctor. "Please, call me Mark. General practice." Rachel arched her brow in surprise and curiosity. Not at just the new name, but the fact he had an answer ready to go. "I think it's much harder than people think. Specialists devote their time to really delving into a subject. But I'll be the first contact for so many different types of ailments. And it's up to me to catch something as being off. It might mean I'll send them to a specialist later. But I have to be knowledgeable in so many things, not just one area. I think it's harder, and very important." Rachel didn't have a response. "But enough about me," he leaned forward, "What do you do, Ms....?" "Roth," she answered, "but you call me Rachel." "Mmm, what about Rae?" Rachel had to laugh, but rolled her eyes. "Rachel." She corrected and he nodded with a wink. "I work at the history museum." It was her fall back, normally people don't attend enough to notice if she was there or not. But to play it safe she normally added the easy detail of, "In the back though, I work in the archives, mostly old books and such." "Interesting," He said, casually moving to gently rub his thumb over her knee. "I saw they have a new exhibit opening up." Nodding Rachel didn't give him much credit, the banner on the front of the museum was huge, but it was a good conversation starter. Though for someone supposedly out of town it would have been a good catch. "We do, the scrolls are from ancient Rome. It's a pretty big discovery, because Yeahtus was said to have destroyed them all." Finding herself slipping into potentially boring facts, she stopped at that and took another drink. "Yeah, last time I was in Egypt I heard talk of the work starting on that project. I was in the city where Yeahtus was eventually betrayed and killed, so it has become sort of their legend too." "So I've heard as well," Rachel sat her drink down and eyed the man next to her. Part of her was turned on by this charming man, maybe more so knowing it was Gar, but also she was curious of what could come out of his mouth next. "You seem like an interesting man, Dr.Logan." She mused, running her fingers across the rim of the glass, hoping to decipher how much of what he was saying was just an act. "Hmm, but I bet you're more so." His fingers lightly brushed the backside of her calf. "What would you like to know?" She said as seductively as she could, picking up the glass again to take another drink. The look he gave her was as every bit as naughty as he ever was. "What's your favorite desert?" Rachel lowered the glass a tad, "What?" "Dessert, a delightful treat usually found after dinner." "I ..." She wanted to reprimand him for defining what dessert was, but Aline had come back. But now she was accompanied by the man that had been with Mark. Finally clicking the pieces together, Rachel recognized Wally and what was probably the two of them shamelessly flirting for the other's sake. "Hey!" Aline reached past Mark to grab her glass. "No," she pushed him back down as he had started to rise. "No, we're going to go dance." Turning towards Rachel she leaned down to whisper, "Are you alright?" At least Rachel wasn't the only one fooled by Gar's new appearance. "Yeah," Rachel answered a bit louder. "I think we're actually leaving too. To find some dessert?" Mark nodded with a smile and signaled to the bartender. "Oh," Aline's hushed gasp caught Raven's attention and she saw Wally lean back away from Aline's ear. Raising an eyebrow she glanced at Mark, then back at Rachel. Mark had reached for the receipt from the bartender and was sitting back to sign it when Aline leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You don't have to tell me." He laughed, winking at Aline. Rachel furrowed her brow but he didn't respond, only grabbed his drink to throw back the rest. Aline gave her goodbyes and quickly left pulling Wally along. "What did she say?" Rachel demanded, standing. Mark put the paper back down and stood with her. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "Remember how lucky you are and what kind of night she deserves." His voice was delicious, and in the moment she only heard Gar talking. And only felt his warm hand on her back. With a quick glance down she caught the paper on the counter, making note that he had a room waiting only two floors up. Grabbing her hand, he started to pull her from the bar. "Come on, the hotel restaurant stays open late serving delicious creme brulee." "You would know." She retorted with a grin, slipping briefly back into Raven and Gar. "Hey, I said we usually do pretty well when we go out together," gesturing to Rachel herself, and the seductive brunette already on the dance floor, "do we not?"
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