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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
Once they returned to the island around noon, Robin went out in search of food and to allow the sun to dry him. Slade took down the sail and laid it on top of the wet raft. Sitting down next to the time machine parts, he began to sort them into piles. One section had wires, the second section had the circuit boards and chips, and the third had the keyboard, metal base, and container that held everything together. With a small heat laser, he carefully welded the ends of the wires to the circuit boards. He was almost done examining the machine's insides by the time Robin returned with a single coconut. Slade didn't bother looking at him until something caught his eye. Glancing at him, he saw him trying to break the coconut in half with just his bare hands. Sitting up, Slade placed his hand on his knee and looked at him.
"You've never been stranded on an island before, have you?"
"And you have?" Robin asked, not looking at him.
"On more than one occasion, yes," Slade replied. "Give it to me."
Robin glared at him. "I don't need your help."
Taking out a bird-a-rang, Robin extended one blade and tried to stab the top of the coconut. Slade placed his cheek in his hand as he stared at him. His masked eyes were wide after the blade broke clean off. Slade snorted.
"Robin, give me the coconut." Robin just stuck his tongue out at him. Glaring, Slade stood up. "Give it to me."
"Just let me do it! I'll never learn if I don't figure it out myself."
"Seeing it done is the best form of learning," Slade countered, approaching him. "I will show you now so you can do it again later."
Robin snorted as he started to stand. "There might not be a next time!"
"Stop being stubborn and give me the damn coconut."
Robin stopped his next backup step due to surprise. Not once had he ever heard Slade swear. Not that 'damn' was that horrible of a swear word, but still. Robin hardly realized he stole his coconut and broke it by hitting it with his knee within seconds. Slade set both halves into his hands and then returned to the machine's parts. Robin was wide-eyed for a few seconds before they narrowed into a glare.
"If I could, I would be breaking your nose right now," he said, lifting one half to his mouth.
"Threatening me isn't a wise decision right now," Slade said, getting back to work.
Robin shrugged, drinking some milk. Sitting back down, he used the other, non-broken blade of his boomerang to cut away the white meat. After five minutes of utter silence, he glanced at Slade. Looking away, he held his other coconut half to him.
"Want any?"
Slade looked at the fruit briefly before ignoring it and turning away. "You need it more than I do."
Robin sat the halves down, finally full. "Alright then." For the next half hour, Robin picked up sand and allowed it to fall slowly from his fingers. Slade reattached wires where they belonged. Once Robin was bored of staring at the grains, he laid on his back with his arms behind his head, staring up at the cloudless, blue sky. A light breeze picked up, making his hair dance. "So what happens if you can't fix it?"
Slade was cauterizing a wire to a chip. "Then we will have to live on this island until we die."
Looking back up at the sky, Robin sighed heavily. "Wonderful. God, just smite me now and get it over with."
Slade just shook his head and continued working.

Before nightfall, Slade put the keyboard back on, finally finishing his long, hard work. He glanced behind him. Robin had walked off to find more food and use the bathroom a few minutes earlier. He was nowhere in sight. Looking back at the time machine, Slade typed in a few codes. The cracked screen soon came to life, showing a bright, white screen. The company's logo—the ones who created the time machine—appeared and then vanished almost instantly. The screen then turned an off-white and a box appeared, wanting a password. Slade typed the same one he had used before and then pressed the Enter key. After a few seconds the screen turned medium-dark blue, covered by small labeled icons. Using the arrow keys, Slade moved to Settings and pressed Enter again. A rectangular box popped up with several blank spaces labeled accordingly. He set the date back to their present day and then typed 12:00 PM in the time slot.
After glancing back one more time, Slade pushed the arrow keys to reach the OK button. He hesitated his finger over it, trying to make a decision: leave Robin behind to die there or take him home. That's when Slade remembered the promise he had made on the first night there. Sighing, he dropped his hand and waited. Robin soon returned, looking excited. He was about to say something when he heard the machine working. Looking at Slade, he realized what he could have done.
"You didn't leave me behind?"
Slade snorted. "I have some dignity, Robin. Now put your hand on the machine. We're going home."
Going around to the other side of the time machine, Robin crouched, placing his hand on it. Slade pressed the OK button. Nothing happened for several seconds. A new screen then appeared, showing that there wasn't enough juice for it to work. Robin…was livid.
"Well that's just great," he said angrily, standing. "I was going to avoid saying this but I'm going to say it now. This is all your fault!"
Turning on his heel, Robin stormed to the edge of the beach, picked up wet sand, and chucked it into the ocean. Slade watched him make a fool of himself for a few seconds before turning off the machine and standing. He walked towards him as was now kicking the waves as they came in.
"Throwing a fit like a five-year-old isn't going to get us back," Slade said, stopping behind him. "Now come back and sit down."
Robin was still and quiet for a second. "Or maybe-" Quickly turning around, Robin punched Slade in the masked face. He stepped back, his eye narrowing dangerously. Robin sighed contentedly. "I feel better now." Robin walked past Slade, who was still a bit too shocked to move. "You coming or not?"
Robin sat down by his last coconut half by the time Slade turned his head to look at him. Picking up the coconut, Robin started to eat more meat.
"You'll pay for that punch later," Slade said after joining him.
"Well hold it off for a while," Robin said. "I almost forgot, but I found a man-made sign."
"Pardon?"
Robin looked at him. "Someone made a sign that said 'Shelter-2,000 Miles'."
Slade's eye narrowed at him in annoyance. "So you had a fit for nothing?" Robin shrugged. Slade shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
Robin snorted. "Well I wonder about you all the time. Luckily, I am one step closer to figuring out who you really are."
"Ah, so you weren't just admiring my body," Slade said with a smirk.
Robin blushed deeply. "That's not why I-!" Slade shrugged before he could finish and started on a fire. Robin growled lowly at him before folding his arms over his chest. "Well, are we going to find this person or not?"
"You want to get home, don't you?" Slade asked, not taking his eyes off the slowly forming embers.
"Well yeah, I do," Robin said, leaning back on his arms. "I'm asking if you want to."
After another hit to the rock, the sparks burst and came to life. Slade added more grass and moss. "I don't need your permission. But yes, I am going. You couldn't carry the time machine by yourself anyway."
Robin glanced at the less-than-perfect machine. The keyboard had become askew on its base.
"Maybe the person here can make a new one with only the more important parts," he suggested. "Would be a hassle to carry the whole thing."
Slade snorted as he laid on his back. "That was my initial plan, yes."
Sighing, Robin landed on his back, his arms behind his head, while staring up at the star-lit sky. The moon was a crescent, its reflection rippling in the ocean.
"Wasted all that time for nothing," he muttered, his eyes starting to droop.
"Yes, very inconvenient and wasteful time," Slade agreed.
The sound of the waves hitting the beach was all that could be heard. They made Robin drowsy. His eyes soon closed. Slade rolling over to do some push-ups was the last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep, not remembering anything else.
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