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Seven by Seven	By : SnoChan Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 3293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Charity
- 2-Lust
- 3-Patience
- 4-Sloth
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Title: Seven by Seven

Rating: M (For sexual content, violence, adult language, and manipulation)

Beta: At the Writer's Block and Jericho Pryce

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The owners own. This is for fun, not profit. I've made no money.

Summary: Seven virtues, seven sins, fourteen one-shots. They offer small glimpses into the lives of a very troubled girl and her charismatic master. (Slade/Terra, Slerra)

Author's Notes: There was a whole section I forgot to add while writing and had to go back...the one the whole piece was based on. Said main idea provided by At the Writer's Block, who is a precious doll. (Go read her Slerra stuff in-between my updates! She knows how these two should operate.)

And thanks for the faves and alerts, guys! It really makes my day. I am also not allergic to feedback or whatever you feel is appropriate, even if I don't ask for it outright. This applies to all of my work, but I don't usually mention it 'cause that just ain't my style. Here is me bringing it up, briefly, before we continue with our next virtue.

Patience - Being Peaceful in Goal.

She was on the ground, because of a mistake she herself had made, wiping the blood trickling from her lip with her sleeve. Even then she had that air about her, the one all of the adolescents he trained possessed and wielded as if it meant a goddamn thing. He'd knocked the look off the face of far too many impudent recruits to count and it always ended exactly the same: Slade was right and they were wrong.

Always.

"You are doing precisely what I told you not to," he remarked calmly, watching her glare furiously at the concrete floor as if it was insulting her. "The staff is an extension of your own limbs. Use your right hand to guide."

Narrowed blue eyes lifted to meet his face. "I was. You were the one that started using fancy kicks and shit-"

"Language." Her foul vocabulary didn't offend him, but her use of it so casually was a weakness. Terra needed to learn how to control her mouth and use words to her advantage. Choose them carefully, for maximum impact.

"Whatever." And there was the eyeroll. God, how he loathed the eyeroll. Such a blatant action of contempt and disrespect. "I don't even see why I need this. I came to you for help with my powers, not fancy stick moves."

Ah, the old song and dance. She had a tendency to pull the "I don't need to do this" protest out when she was frustrated with a lesson that wasn't immediately related to her lack of geokinetic control, but this time she was getting snappy about it. As if she were the one calling the shots. She had sold her soul to the devil and was expecting to pen her own itinerary. Slade couldn't help the malicious smile beneath his mask and casually approached her, staff slung over his shoulder. "If there is some displeasure you have regarding your training, Terra," he said in an overly silky tone, "By all means, speak up."

"Yeah," she replied quickly, pulling herself up with the aid of her own staff. "Yeah, I got some displeasure. With this crap that has nothing to do with anything. Every day I work my butt off for you, listening to your criticisms and your weird lectures; doing your stupid breathing exercises and focusing bullshit that hasn't gotten me anywhere." Her gloved hands were fisted at her sides, cheeks pink-tinged with fury. It was a ridiculously cute display. "I don't know why I believed that you could help me. Maybe I should go back to them," Terra spat coldly, obviously intending for it to be a low blow. "I could have been fixed by now. And at least they weren't total assholes to me."

It was not the first time she had threatened to take up the standing offer to join the Teen Titans, but they were merely petulant shadows of hints. Now she had brought it out in the clear, trying to perhaps...what? Hurt his feelings? Cause him to beg her for more time to help? She had been with him for almost four weeks. Wasn't that sufficient time to fully understand what she had gotten herself into? Was she still unaware what kind of man she had sought sanctuary with? So many idiotic questions with idiotic answers. She was nowhere near that stupid, he knew, but to throw it all in-front of him so blatantly was really beginning to piss him off.

The next few moments were silent between them, filled only by her hateful stare and the groaning echo of the industrial air conditioning. "Was that it, Terra?" he finally asked, moving forwards until there was little more than a foot between them. "Was that it for your juvenile little tirade? Perhaps you also wish to complain about the quality of your quarters or the meals. Maybe the fabric softener we use for the towels is not your favorite scent."

The teenager held his gaze defiantly, but said nothing. "Perhaps," he continued, "I did not make it clear enough when we began this arrangement, but everything I do has a reason. A purpose. Oftentimes they are solely mine to know and you will only be informed if I deem it necessary." He was circling around her as he spoke, enjoying how she tried not to follow him with her head. "Do you notice all of these 'I' statements? That is because I have taken it upon myself to teach you what you need to know. This is my situation, dear."

Slade halted in-front of her again, gloved hands resting on his staff. It made a sharp scraping sound against the concrete floor as he bent down to lean in close to her face. Her eyes widened just a fraction. "Tell me something, Terra: How much control do you think you really have here?" He received no answer, again. So he continued. "None. Not over my actions or your powers. The latter, however, can be handled. But only if you drop these hormone-driven temper tantrums and trust that your lessons are working towards that goal, no matter how abstract they may seem at the time."

He pulled back slightly, enjoying the minute breath she let out in response. "These snide little comments about running back to the Titans are not only completely absurd, but on par with the aggravating squeals of a toddler who hasn't gotten her way. A child who doesn't comprehend the reasons why the adults say no to the candy bar before dinner, running with scissors, or not wearing a coat in the snow. Must I explain things to you like an infant? You know why you won't go back to the Titans. They betrayed your trust. They look down upon you. And..." he added, masked face tilted slightly, "What would they do if they knew about your accidents? Those people who were hurt, because of your presence-"

"I didn't mean to!" she exclaimed, brows furrowed. "You know that!"

Slade gave an easy shrug. "I believe you. But would they?" Her mouth, open in preparation to continue her protests, snapped shut. "They would deem you a danger if they knew the extent. They would not have the knowledge or the resources to help you harness your abilities. But I do, Terra. I have the means, the skill, and the time. If you work with me and not against me, because I have no intention of wasting my time or my money on an unappreciative student."

She had the good sense of mind to lower her gaze to where his hands met the staff and spoke in a small voice. "I don't understand why you're teaching me to fight."

"Fighting keeps you in-tune with yourself and your movements," he explained easily. "It creates focus and awareness. Gives you...control." The big blue eyes flicked back up to meet his as he watched the final word register with her. Finally, they were getting somewhere. Hopefully there would be less resistance from her end, allowing him to more easily sway her towards his ultimate game plan. It was more than worth seeing through to the end, as always.

Even if it meant suffering through yet another infuriating adolescent.
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