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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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Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Bubbling waves crashed against a sandy beach, water soaking it as it went back to sea. After swimming a lengthy twenty minutes, listening to his gut as he went, Robin made it to shore. He stumbled onto the beach, waves crashing into him from behind. After crawling a few feet from the tide, he fell in exhaustion, panting heavily as he breathed. He then rolled over with his arms sticking out from his body, the hot sun beating down on him. His muscles ached from the long, hard swim. Robin was grateful for land at this point. Something suddenly blocked the sun.
"And this is why only fish are allowed to swim."
Robin bolted up, sand flying from his feet. Quickly standing, he spun around and jumped back, all in a matter of seconds. "H-How long have you been here?" he asked, feeling flustered.
"About ten minutes," Slade said, his arms folded.
Robin glared at him. "Why didn't you help me fight that giant fish?"
Slade snorted. "Fish indeed. That was not a fish, it was a Kronosaurus."
"Krono-what?" Robin asked, confused.
"An ocean dwelling dinosaur," Slade said. "Technically it isn't however. It is from the Cretaceous Period, which is where we are. Or I should say, time."
Robin mulled this over for a minute. "That's absurd."
"Is it?"
Robin snorted. "If we really went back that far, then where are the rest of the dinosaurs?" Slade looked over his shoulder, making Robin smirk. Behind him were thick palm trees clumped closely together, providing excellent cover for whatever lay within. "That's what I tho-"
"Presumably in there," Slade interrupted before looking back at the, now, annoyed teen. "And I know what time we're in because I checked the screen before you allowed the Kronosaurus to destroy the time machine. Which means, we are going to retrieve it, piece-by-piece, fix it, and return to our time."
Robin glanced at the ocean briefly. "The parts are twenty minutes out there. Planning on swimming the whole way?"
Snorting, Slade turned around and headed further up the beach. "No, we are going to build a raft. And you're going to help me."
"Help you?" Robin asked with a snort. Slade stopped. "You can forget it."
Slade was still momentarily. Turning around, he approached the hero, who stood his ground. He stopped directly in front of him, his tall frame towering over him. Looking up, Robin folded his arms over his chest and glared, trying not to be intimidated. Neither blinked, as though they were having the longest eye staring contest in the world. Neither, especially not Slade, wanted to give in. But he was patient enough. Robin wasn't, which showed when he shifted his weight. Reverting his gaze, he unfolded his arms and walked past him.
"Dammit," he muttered. Slade smirked triumphantly. "Are you coming?"
Enjoying every second of his automatic win, Slade turned and followed Robin towards the trees.

For the next three hours, Slade and Robin gathered the essential raft-making materials they needed. Robin had climbed up one of the palm trees to gather their leaves for the sail. He hoped for a coconut, but found none. His stomach suddenly growled while Slade cut away strips of bark from the trees with a boomerang to use for rope. Robin looked hopefully at him. He was about to ask if he had any food, but managed to stop himself just in time. Looking away, Robin mentally scolded himself. He would not ask for help, especially not from his arch nemesis.
To take his mind off his hunger, Robin pulled out his own bird-a-rang, extended the blades, and started making strips as well. For the next hour, the sun was slowly moving directly above them, making the area hotter. After a while, sweat was forming on Robin's face and neck. It made his head itch. He now wished he had a hat to protect his scalp from burning too much more.
"We have enough bark," Slade said a few minutes later.
Looking over his shoulder, Robin saw the six-inch-high pile of bark strips. He, himself, had two inches worth. Nodding, he put his weapon away and then wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He put his pile on the other one and then stretched, his back cracking loudly. Slade snorted but said nothing. Another half hour went by before Robin was too hot. As of now, he was glad for the shorts. If he wore his usual green tights, they would be sticking uncomfortably to his skin. Unbeknown to him, Slade watched as he attempted to remove his gloves. It took almost a full minute to take off just one. Robin wiped the sweat on the palm of his hand on his shorts leg before taking off the other stubborn glove. After putting them in his pocket, he pulled the hem of his tunic out from beneath his belt and then pulled it up over his head. Slade was a bit surprised at seeing all the dark purple bruises that littered his back. There were a few scars as well. Finally feeling an eye on him, Robin looked over his shoulder at him.
"What?"
Shaking his head, Slade turned around and gathered the wood. "Grab the bark." Robin glared lightly at Slade as he walked back towards the beach. Scratching the top of his head, he gathered the strips and followed him back to the water. Slade set the wood down. "Tie the bark together to make two sets of rope up to one hundred feet."
Nodding, Robin dropped the bark strips and placed his tunic on the sand to sit on. He also removed his boots, setting them aside. For another hour, with his stomach growling, he tied the ends together. Fifteen more minutes passed and he rolled the first one hundred feet up. Slade, meanwhile, was scraping the bark off the logs, to make the planks nice and smooth.
"What time do you think it is?" Robin asked, yawning.
Slade paused to look up at the sky. "The sun is over its highest point, so about four o'clock."
Robin sighed. "No wonder I'm so hungry," he muttered. "I didn't even have breakfast this morning."
"Get used to it," Slade said, setting a log aside. "I don't have anything for you."
"Yeah, I kinda figured."
After two more hours, Slade was tying planks together, making sure there weren't any gaps. Robin watched him, scratching his head every so often.
"Go get the palm tree leaves," Slade said when the first half of the raft was complete. "We will make the sail and mast before calling it a day."
"Okay," Robin said as he stood up.
He walked back to the trees and folded the leaves before picking them up and returning to the beach. Crouching in front of them, he started making the outline of a sail. Once he got the general shape, Slade was finished with the base. He then joined Robin, making him tie the leaves together. Another half an hour later and everything was complete. Yawning, Robin fell back in exhaustion, his hands raw and red from pulling on the bark. They didn't hurt too much thankfully. Taking the raft out into the ocean, Slade tested it out to make sure it wouldn't leak. It would be a waste to go out and sink because it wasn't perfect. Waves crashed against it, but water stayed off. Once it was well tested, Slade returned with the raft and sat down beside it. Robin turned his head to glance at him.
"Don't you ever get hot wearing your mask and black Kevlar all the time?"
"No."
Robin stretched and yawned. "Lucky you." He sat up, placing his arm on his propped knee. Both men were silent for a while. About ten minutes later, Robin thought of something. "If we landed somewhere out there," he said, pointing to the ocean, "how come there wasn't any land? We went back in time, not both time and place. That's not how time travel works."
Robin scratched his head.
"I see you know nothing about Earth before there were continents," Slade said. "It used to be covered by water and a spit of land called Pangaea. Due to volcanic eruptions and the shifting of tectonic plates in the Earth's crust and mantle, continents slowly formed. Where we were in our time, there wasn't land here."
Robin scratched his head again. "So if we had been in Alaska, we could see Russia?" Slade gave him a strange look. "Never mind, I see what you mean."
Slade looked back at the ocean. They became silent once more. They sat there for a long time. Once the sun was on the verge of beginning the setting process, the sky was slowly turning orange, pink, and red. Once it started to get cold, Slade got up and went back towards the trees. He returned soon enough with fire wood, rocks, and moss. After setting up the makeshift fire pit, he used a boomerang to hit a large rock in attempts to make fire from the sparks. One hit the moss, singeing it. They died off and Slade tried again. After a few more hard hits, a good sized spark landed on the green plant. Leaning over, Slade blew on it through the slits in his mask. The spark turned into a flame. After adding more moss to it, it spread across the wood. It soon caught fire, sparks popping up as the wind picked up lightly.
A long while after the sun disappeared, Robin was getting cold. He stood up, picked up his tunic, and shook it out before putting it back on. After putting his gloves back on as well, he moved closer to the warm fire. He stared transfixed at the flames, thinking about the Titans and his home. An hour and ten minutes passed by the time Robin's eyes drooped down.
"If you're tired, go to sleep," Slade said.
Robin yawned. "And risk you killing me in my sleep or leaving me stranded? No thanks."
Slade snorted. "I promise not to murder you in your sleep." Robin looked at him. "Now go to bed."
Robin stared at him a few seconds, wondering if he should trust him. Deciding that he would chance it, he curled up on his side, closed his eyes, and allowed the warmth of the fire to lull him into a much needed, deep sleep.

By ten the next morning, Robin woke up, alive, and next to Slade by the raft. He sat up, stretched, and yawned.
"We have all day to retrieve the parts," the man said, tying the sail to the mast. "Still have your breathing device?"
Robin stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "Yeah."
"Good because you're coming with me. It will take half the time."
Nodding, Robin helped Slade push the heavy raft towards the water. Getting behind it, Slade started to push it into the waves as Robin got on and held the rope that kept the sail closed. Once waist-deep in the ocean, Slade pulled himself up and took a few steps to sit next to him. Taking the rope, he adjusted the sail. The second the wind caught it, the raft started drifting. Once they were moving at a steady speed, Slade tied the rope to a peg he had tied on.
"Do you remember where we landed exactly?" Robin asked a few minutes later.
"Not entirely, no," Slade said. "It will take at least ten minutes to get there." Robin looked back the way they had come. Pangaea was almost a speck on the horizon. Once ten minutes passed, Slade slowly closed the sail. The raft slowed and soon stopped after he closed the sail completely. "Make sure the raft stays put."
"Okay."
Standing up, Slade dove into the water and out of sight. Robin sat and watched the peg closely, just in case it decided to untie itself or something. Three minutes later and Slade resurfaced a few feet away.
"Bring the raft closer." Robin took off his tunic before getting in the water behind the raft. He pushed it forward as he kicked his legs. "Stop." Robin gripped the edge tight to stop it. He then moved around to the side. They both got back on. "The pieces are scattered, but in the same general area. Find the keyboard and then return."
Robin glared lightly at him, not too fond of being ordered around. "A please would be nice. I'm not your damn apprentice. Or have you forgotten?"
"Do you want back home or not?" Slade asked, getting annoyed at the hero's incompetence.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to be bossed around for it!"
Slade's arm suddenly shot out, catching Robin in the chest. He fell backwards into the ocean, a large splash rising up. Standing up, Slade crouched at the edge, his arms dangling on his knees. Robin emerged, coughing and spluttering.
"Are you ready to obey my orders?" Slade asked, calmly.
Robin glared at him, water dripping down his face. Deciding not to answer verbally, he took out his breathing device, placed it in his mouth, and then dove out of sight. He swam as fast as he could towards the bottom. He saw chunks of the machine littered in several places. Some of the metal plates were covered by the rocks and sand on the ocean floor. There weren't any previous signs of the wounded Kronosaurus anywhere, much to his relief.
Looking around, Robin found the keyboard closest to the destroyed machine container. Swimming down to it, he picked it up with his right hand and placed it under his arm. He kicked his legs to stand up straight and then pushed off the flat rock platform. Robin swam back to the surface, breaking through fifty seconds later. He swam over to the raft, slapped the keyboard down, and then lifted himself back up. After shaking his head to clear his ears, Robin looked up and couldn't help but gape at Slade. He had removed his armor, shoes, and Kevlar top. Robin almost choked on his own air. The most of Slade's physical features he had seen was his skull and even then he felt like this was beyond crazy. The first thing he really noticed was his muscles. They were bigger than Robin first thought and he had a massive six-pack. Not to mention his biceps and pectorals looked like they belonged to Superman. The last thing he noticed was a few scars on his left shoulder, sides, and chest. Robin hadn't realized his mouth was hanging wide open until Slade closed it with his pointer finger underneath his chin.
"It isn't nice to stare, Robin," he said before diving in.
Robin stayed where he was, still in a state of shock to move. Only one thing was going through his mind. 'I am one step closer to finding out who you really are.'
A few minutes later, Slade returned with circuit boards and wires. He handed everything to Robin, who set them aside. For the next thirty minutes they took turns going in and retrieving parts. Robin's stomach kept growling at some point, not liking that he swam so much while on empty.
"We're returning to Pangaea," Slade said.
"Okay, give me a second."
Slade sat down to pull his top back on, which stuck a bit due to his wet skin. Robin swam a ways away from the raft and then used his arms to keep afloat. Once his bladder released its load, he returned to the raft, got back on, and shook water out of his hair.
"Ready?" Slade asked, reaching for the rope.
"Yeah," Robin replied, hitting the side of his head with his hand to get water out of his ears.
With a curt nod, Slade turned the sail the other way, opened it, and, once the wind caught it, headed back for the island.
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