Eventually, everything died down. Richard and Starfire walked outside, hand in hand. "You still owe me an explanation," Starfire joked. Richard smiled and unwound his hand from hers and slipped it around her slender waist.

"Fine. It's a crazy story about a schizophrenic serial killer who joined an orchestra to try and kill our very own Deanna Walker."

"No!"

"Yep. So anyway…"

Richard started to tell the story of what he had been doing these past five years when they reached his motorcycle. Starfire hesitated.

"What's wrong, Star?" he asked.

"I haven't even looked at a motorcycle in the last five years, much less ridden one," she answered meekly. Richard smiled and helped her on, then got on himself. He took her hands and wrapped them around his waist.

"You remember that part, right?" he asked slyly. Starfire blushed, but didn't say anything.

Richard continued his story on the way to Starfire's apartment and into it. "…I went back to Jump City to look for you guys, but Titan's Tower was gone."

"Gone? What happened to Raven and Cyborg and Beast Boy?"

"I don't know. You didn't keep in touch with them?" Richard asked her. Starfire shook her head and sighed, guilt already forming.

"Well, then I realized I really liked the piano, and stayed there 'til I could get news of you guys. Then you came along looking totally different…"

Starfire blushed and lovingly twirled a lock of naturally reddish-orange hair around her finger. She had scrubbed out all the dye in the two days that she was "mourning her dead family member." She sat down on her couch and motioned for Richard to sit beside her.

"So, what've you been doing?" Richard asked softly. Kori shrugged.

"Oh, you know, this and that. I got a job teaching the flute to younger kids in a middle school. They were all wonderful. Then I moved to Gotham to play in this orchestra and I left them all behind," Starfire sighed.

"Where did your English get so much better?" asked Richard teasingly. Starfire sighed again.

"That…this is just a cover. I always have to think about what I say before I say it. I don't…didn't want people figuring out who I was. I wish I could go back to my old way of talking…it was so much easier."

"You can now, right? It's just me."

Starfire relaxed. "I suppose. I have never lost my liking for mustard, though much else has changed. I still keep as many bottles as I can in a cabinet. Oh, Richard, you must try some of a new variety I brought. It is the most wonderful thing I have ever tasted!"

Richard grinned. "I'll pass. But I'm glad you…you know, aren't really talking like that. I missed how you used to take everything literally."

"Yes, well…"

"Something wrong?"

"Can't everything go back to the way it used to be, Richard? When we were the Teen Titans and the five of us were more or less very content?"

"We're technically not teens anymore, Star."

"Then perhaps just the Titans? And it would be wonderful…we could build the Tower again right by the ocean and watch the sunset every evening and…"

"Yeah…" Richard said, watching Starfire staring into space dreamily. He grasped her hand. "I promise we will, one day. We'll find Raven and Beast Boy and Cyborg and we'll be the Titans again."

Starfire smiled at him. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For promising."

Richard gave her his famous lopsided grin. "Anything for you, Star."

Starfire giggled as he kissed her, happier than she had been in five years.

------------------------------------------------------

Starfire woke to the sounds of a loud, blaring alarm clock. She grinned and shut it off, trying her hardest not to fall out of Richard's arms in the process. Richard muttered something in his sleep and pulled her closer. Starfire giggled against his shirt, glad he had gotten too tired to go home last night. Then, she turned on to her stomach and swept her hand across the pillow. Completely dry. She knew it would stay that way for a long while yet.


It's done! Tell me what you thnk of it, but please don't be too harsh. Constructive criticism is okay.