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Far Back In Time	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 2814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters affiliated with it. I make no profit off these stories, because that would be called stealing ;) There are two OCs in the future, so leave them be; they're mine, all mine! evil laugh

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It was dark and very quiet. In his deep sleep, Robin faintly felt movement close-by. It vanished as quickly as it had come. There was no telling how long this lasted when he vaguely felt a hand on his shoulder. Then a soft, far off voice spoke to him through the darkness.
"Hey. Hey, Robin." Robin was slowly coming out of dream land. He tried to open his eyes, which were terribly heavy. When they opened well enough to see anything, his vision was blurry. He barely made out an outline of a large person crouched before his face. "Robin, let's get you upstairs."
Robin mumbled incoherent words that sounded more like gibberish. There was a soft, quiet chuckle and then a heavy weight fell upon him. Unable to keep them open, Robin closed his eyes again. He felt his body shift sideways and then get picked up. He mumbled tiredly. Holding him tightly to his chest, Slade made his way to the stairs.
"Mmh…S-Sam…"
Slade started up the steps. "I'll get him in a minute."
Reaching the landing, Slade headed down the hall to Travis's room. Reaching it a few seconds later, he made his way to the bed. He stopped beside it. Holding him tight with one arm, Slade grabbed the blanket and yanked it back. He carefully set him down on the warm mattress. Robin mumbled again in his half asleep state.
"T-Tired…"
Slade pulled the blanket over his body after pulling it out from underneath his legs. "I know. I'll go get Sam for you."
Slade brushed hair off Robin's forehead as he started to turn away. Leaving the room, he went back to the stairs and saw the baby dinosaur pulling himself up onto the first step. Chuckling softly at Samael's helplessness, Slade went down the steps and picked him up. He turned and went back up the stairs. Going to the bed when he returned, he leaned over Robin's curled up form and laid the baby on it. The boy's eyes fluttered open briefly and then closed again.
"Thanks," Robin murmured.
"Go back to sleep." With a weak nod, Robin rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket up over half of his face. Slade watched him drift back into a deep slumber before leaning towards his ear and whispering, "Good night, little Robin."
Standing up straight, Slade pet Samael's head and neck and then headed out. He closed the door behind him, leaving Robin and Samael in darkness. He went back downstairs and sat on the couch to relax and wait for the sunrise.
Somewhere, two hundred or so miles away, a T-Rex with small spikes on its head was in a strange twisted position on the clearing floor, it's busted head facing upside down. Its lower jaw was hanging off the upper jaw sideways. Its eye was shut and it looked dead. Close-by, a young triceratops was staring at it. He inched his way towards the T-Rex, keeping his eyes on him. When he was a few feet away, he lowered his head and sniffed the ground. He continued inching closer, making sure it was safe. A few seconds later, he stopped by the T-Rex's face and sniffed it. When he saw something flicker, he turned his gaze to the massive dinosaur's eye. His face slowly moved closer. Soon, he was inches from its head.
The triceratops jumped high in the air when the T-Rex's eye shot open. Its slitted pupil dilated, making it blink. Turning, the triceratops started to run. A loud growl formed in the T-Rex's throat as it attempted to roll over. It suddenly roared when its lower jaw pressed hard against the ground. Jerking around, the T-Rex tried to roll the opposite direction. It took a few tries to roll onto its stomach. With its lower jaw on the ground, the carnivore pressed both together and waited. It growled low in its throat as the muscles and rock hard hide started mending back together by itself. Within minutes, the mouth was healed and it attempted to get to its feet.
The T-Rex soon stumbled up onto its massive feet, the claws digging into the dirt. Lifting its gaze to the sky, the T-Rex opened its mouth and released a frightening roar that shook the trees. Deep within the jungle, the triceratops wouldn't stop running. The roar could still reach him, making his body shake. The only thing that was on his mind was that he needed to get as far away from the murderous carnivore as possible.

Blinding sunlight streamed into the bedroom. It slowly traveled across the length of the room and spilled upward onto the bed. Robin's back was to the window. He was sound asleep. Once the light filled the whole room, Samael started to awaken. When his eyes were open, he lifted his head and stared at Robin's face. It was relaxed and serene. His mouth was partly open as he breathed and his eyes were lightly closed. Strands of hair lay over his forehead. Fully awake, Samael stood up, stretched out his neck, and then stepped towards Robin. Lowering his head, he sniffed his face. As he breathed out, cold air blasted Robin in the face, his hair fluttering.
Groaning softly in his sleep, Robin quickly rolled over onto his other side, the sunlight hitting him directly in the face. His eyes tightened together. Lifting his hand, he shielded his face and slowly opened one eye. An annoyed growl emitted from his throat.
"Who doesn't u-use curtains, honestly…" Closing his eye, Robin rolled back over and lifted himself up slowly with one arm. Samael had his head cocked slightly to the side, looking like he was wondering what Robin was talking about. He made a small noise. Robin glared lightly at him. "What?"
Turning his head away, Samael walked around his legs and jumped off the bed. Robin rolled his eyes and then laid back down, pulling the blanket over his head. He didn't care what time it was, he wanted to sleep. As he began to drift off, the bathroom door silently opened and light streamed out for a few seconds before disappearing. The soft padding of feet moving across the floor went on deaf ears. A large shadow cast over Robin, who was oblivious to everything but his breathing. There was a long moment of silence.
"It's eleven o'clock, just so you know." Robin's eyes snapped open. His eyelids soon lowered and he let out a quiet breath from his mouth. "I would get up, otherwise your sleeping pattern will be out of sync."
"Five more minutes," Robin grumbled, his eyes back to being closed. The blanket was suddenly yanked off his body. He curled up tight. "Ugh, Slade, come on!"
Slade shook his head. "No, get up." Sighing heavily, Robin slowly sat up and pressed the balls of his hands against his eyes. "Once you come down, we'll have lunch."
Turning around, Slade walked off, opening the door for Samael, who was patiently waiting. They both left Robin alone to rustle himself out of the warm bed. Keeping his eyes closed against the harsh sunlight, he slowly made his way to the bathroom, feeling around so he didn't have to open his eyes. After using the bathroom, washing his hands and face, and checking his reflection in the mirror, he grabbed the comb and took five minutes to get all of the bed tangles out. He had a bad case of bedhead syndrome. When he was done, Robin left and headed out the door.
In the living room, Samael was exploring. Slade was nowhere to be found. Thinking he knew where he was, Robin headed for the basement. He opened the door and walked down the flight of stairs. At the bottom he could see all of the tools and equipment that Dr. Travis Edmund owned. The man himself was sitting at a long table with the old time machine's parts. Some pieces were already put together. Robin stopped a few feet from him, watching him work. Travis was concentrating really hard on the parts in front of him.
"Can I help you?" he asked without looking up from his work.
"No, I just thought Slade was down here," Robin said. He paused. "Did you build this house all by yourself? I mean, it's really nice. And your bed was really warm and comfortable."
Travis paused what he was doing to look at him. "Yes, I built it. I made several trips with the time machine before shipping it off to Jump City. I wanted to get away from the human world after a while. It was a very slim chance, but someone could have come here, so I was prepared."
Robin blinked in confusion. "Prepared for what?"
Travis opened his mouth to speak but the door opened and Slade came down. He stopped on the fourth to last step, looking at Robin. "You need to come eat."
Nodding, Robin headed for the stairs. Slade turned and went back up. They soon entered the kitchen, where a pan of soup was staying warmed by the stove. Two bowls were waiting close-by. Robin sat down at the table and waited.
"I think there's something Travis hasn't told us," he said.
Slade poured soup into both bowls. "And?"
"And I don't think it's a good thing."
Slade turned and went to the table with the bowls and spoons. He sat down, handing one to Robin. "What do you think it is then?"
Robin took a few bites before speaking. "I asked him if he built the house here himself and he told me he took several trips with the time machine to get all of his stuff here. He said he wanted to get away from the human world after a while before he shipped the machine to Jump City. Then he said something totally random. He said he was prepared for something if someone came to this time, like he was hoping for people to come here. He was about to tell me what he meant after I asked but he didn't get the chance. There was just some strange look on his face that I didn't like."
Slade shrugged. "You can ask him again later when he isn't so busy."
"Yeah, I guess."
A half hour after lunch, Robin went out to get some exercise. He stayed in the big clearing in front of the house with Samael watching from the porch. He was laying by the steps. After a few warm-ups, Slade came out and sat next to Samael. They watched Robin perform punches and kicks to the air for ten minutes. Once done, he turned and ran towards the house. Instead of going to the porch, he ran past and headed for the hill. He ran up it to the top, turned, and ran back down. With the downward slop giving him extra speed, Robin ran past the house much faster than before. Once a few feet away, he jumped into the air and spun around in a high, roundhouse kick. He landed back on the ground in a crouch, breathing heavily. Slade smiled.
"Nice jump."
Robin stood up and tried to regain his breath. He then looked at Slade, sweat trailing down his face. "I'm sure I could jump much higher."
"I'm sure you could." Robin chuckled softly with a grin. He stretched his legs and arms for a minute before wiping the sweat off his face with his hands. "We have the whole day to do things. Would you like to spar?"
"Oh, yeah, sure. We have nothing better to do."
Standing up, Slade got off the porch and moved past Robin. Once he was twenty or so feet away, he turned to face him. Robin turned around, standing in a fighting stance.
"I won't go easy on you," Slade said.
Robin smirked. "Do you ever?"
Slade snorted softly, amused. "Good point."
Knowing Slade wouldn't make the first move, Robin charged and the sparring began.

Even after all the years of training himself and getting better, Robin still couldn't beat Slade in a fight. He thought he was strong enough now but he had failed. He was lying on the couch with a bag of ice pressed to his chest. It throbbed in pain from getting kicked too many times. Slade was by the television, looking at the stack of movies inside the stand, trying to decide which to watch. A tape caught his eye that had a faded title sticker. Taking it out, he read the Sharpied words: Dinosaur Observations Footage.
"Anything good in there?" Robin asked.
Slade put the old VHS back and then searched the rest of the titles. "Only if you enjoy black and white films."
"Like?"
"Old pirate movies, Schindler's List, Lassie, those kinds of movies."
"Schindler's List is a good one," Robin said. "Depressing, but done well."
Slade took the DVD out and popped it into the DVD player. Grabbing the remote, he went to the couch and sat down by Robin's feet. He turned on the TV and hit the menu button on the remote. After he picked the Play Movie option, he set the remote down and then attempted to pull Samael up onto the couch with them. Robin folded his legs so Sam could lie between them. He laid down, placing his head on Slade's leg, his tail curled around him. Robin used his foot to pet his back as they watched the movie. Samael quickly fell asleep.
"He sleeps a lot," Robin pointed out.
Slade was petting Samael's head gently. "Babies usually do."
Robin folded his leg back with the other one and then turned his head to the TV. They watched the movie in silence for a while. When it reached the scene of the Jewish man that was making a door hinge while the Nazi General watched was outside, about to be killed with the faulty gun, a question popped into Robin's head.
"Hey, what's your take on religion?"
Slade glanced at him. "I don't believe in God, if that's what you mean."
Robin looked at him. "So you don't believe that some of the Jews weren't killed due to an act of God?"
"No."
Robin gave a jerk of his head to the TV. "So you don't think God spared that man's life? You think the gun just didn't work due to luck?"
"I especially don't believe in luck," Slade said.
"So what do you believe in?"
Slade finally looked at Robin fully. "Why the sudden interest in my beliefs?"
Robin shrugged. "I just wondered what you believe in when events occur. Was it bad luck that you and I arrived here? Was it some strange act of God? What do you think landed us here?"
Slade stared at him for a few more seconds before looking down at Sam and running his hand over his head. "I believe things happen because they happen, not because of some higher power."
Robin nodded and then turned back to the movie. "I think it was fate."
Slade's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then they were silent for the rest of the movie.

After the movie, Robin went back outside to exercise before dinner. He then gathered food for Samael while he ate a sandwich. Laying in front of him with it, he watched him eat the leaves hungrily. Slade was lying stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed so that he could think. His arms were folded over his chest. Samael swallowed his last bite, sniffed the floor for anything he may have missed, and then yawned wide. Taking off a piece of crust, Robin flicked it towards him with his thumb. Samael sniffed it and then licked it up.
When Robin finished his sandwich, he got up, dusted himself off, and then washed his hands. He washed the dishes he had used, dried and put them away, and then grabbed a tall glass to fill with water. Taking it with him, he headed up the stairs.
"I'm going to shower and then get into bed," he said out loud.
Slade didn't reply. Robin just yawned, stretched his arm up into the air, and headed up the stairs. Samael went over to the end of the couch and nudged his elbow with his head. He then buried it in his side, tilting his head side-to-side a few times before becoming still. For several minutes neither moved. Slade soon unfolded his arms and started petting Samael's head. The baby inhaled and then let it out in a warm gust. When he was tired of standing, he sat down like a dog, keeping his head lying on the edge of the couch.
After a while, Slade stopped petting him, sat up slowly, and then stretched. Lifting his head, Samael attempted to pull himself up onto the couch. Slade lowered his arms and then turned his head in his direction. Samael was trying to get one of his back legs up, but he was too bottom heavy. Rolling his eyes, Slade turned around, set his feet down, and then stood to help him up. Samael waddled his butt as he started moving around in a circle when all four feet were on the couch. Laying down, he curled up, placing his head near his tail to cover his nose with it. Slade stared at him for a few seconds before heading outside.
Downstairs, Edmund was trying to put chips onto a new motherboard with super glue. He was careful and precise when laying them down in the right spot and not using too much glue where it would ooze out as he pressed. Once they were on, he set it aside to fully dry and then started cutting wires into several different lengths. He separated them into piles and grouped red wires with red wires and blue wires with blue wires. As he was putting the extras back in a box, a square device beeped and a blue light appeared on the screen. Edmund picked it up, pushed a button, and saw a map with one red dot and several, smaller blue ones on it appear. There were three blue dots touching the red one.
Zooming in, the map changed to the terrain and the dots turned into specks. Edmund enhanced the device again and the specks turned into what appeared to be three stegosauruses defending themselves against a T-Rex. Its head came down at a male stegosaurus in front of it, opened its steely jaws, and clamped its sharp teeth around his neck. It seemed to ignore the smaller spikes on him as it clenched its teeth into his flesh. The female stegosaurus to the T-Rex's left slammed into it sideways, attacking it with her back spikes. The T-Rex jerked sideways but was able to hold its balance. Spinning around with its massive feet, it knocked the stegosaurus in its mouth against her, knocking her away. Its tail then whacked into the third stegosaurus, knocking him backwards in an angle as he tried to attack.
The T-Rex suddenly snapped the stegosaurus's neck and then slammed him into the ground. Letting go of it, the T-Rex roared and stepped towards the female stegosaurus right as Edmund pressed a different button on the small device. Roaring in pain, the T-Rex clumsily stepped back, almost crushing the stegosaurus it had killed. With him distracted, the two living stegosauruses ran away, leaving their fallen comrade behind. Edmund released the button. The T-Rex shook its massive head, growling low.
With a gusty breath from its nose, the T-Rex turned to its prey and picked it up by the neck. It started dragging the stegosaurus away and vanished from the clearing. With a shake of his head, Edmund turned off the device and started working on his time machine again.
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