Friends, FanFictors, wierdos, lend me your eyes (after all, you ARE reading this). I'm Skyler-A-Teloiv, and since I was already writing a superhero story (not TT related) I didn't figure I'd be a writer on here. But 20 minutes after I wrote "The End," I was listening to the radio and my accursed brain came up with all sorts of stories. Ce'st la vie (French for "well that's life")

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Disclaimer: Muhuhahahahaha! In a hostile takeover, I've managed to break into Cartoon Network, kidnap the CEO, and receive the Teen Titans as ransom! And as my first act as owner, I'M GONNA SAVE SESON SIX!

DareDevil (Matt Murdock, lawyer): (Breaks down door ready to kick my butt.)

Me: All right fine! Truthfully I didn't even get past the guards and I'm currently under a restraining order!

DareDevil: (Droops visibly) Aww! I'm never gonna kick a Non-disclaiming FanFictors butt!

Me: (Trying to be helpful) Well… Electra doesn't disclaim sometimes.

DareDevil: (Brightens) OK! Oh El-lie!

Electra: (Appears out of nowhere and begins kicking his butt for such a stupid nickname)

Me: (Entranced with fight) OK! I don't own TT or anything else in this chapter… yet. (Grins evilly and turns back to fight) Give 'im the chair Electra! Go for his happy place!

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(A/N: My comments are bold and are like this), (Richard/ Star's comments are like this), and thoughts are italicized.

Since when is Getting Delayed a Good Thing? Chp 1

Richard Grayson looked at the flight schedules.

Flight 815 to Jump City: DELAYED.

Crap! I was supposed to meet Bruce in Jump at 10:00! But judging from the tropical storm outside, it looked like that wasn't gonna happen. He pulled out his cell phone, only to find that the storm prevented his getting a signal.

Muttering certain words under his breath, he thought about how sucky his life was at this moment. His phone creaked under his hand's wrath.

Finally he sighed and released his phone into his pocket, where it emitted a sigh of its own. As he headed outside into the screaming wind, he tired to get his trigger hair temper back under control. The humidity started fogging up his sunglasses, which he always wore, and his anger flared up again. "Stupid storm, stupid cell, stupid plane, stupid everything!" he muttered as he dug out 50 cents and put it into the phone. Only to realize it cost 65 cents, and he growled out loud startling a little boy as he passed by with his mother, who ushered him along at a faster pace, and shot him a look of reproach.

Now embarrassed, ashamed, and angry, he hunched as well as he could into the meager space that held the pay phone.

After 5 minutes of explaining, apologizing (like the rain was hisfault), and arguing with an irate Bruce, the money ran out and cut off his call. Reaching into his pocket and finding he had no more change, he half-sighed, half-hissed and gently put the phone on its cradle, his knuckles turning back from white when he released it. Bruce is gonna kill me for that, he'll probably think I hung up on him.

Sighing/hissing once more, he turned around, then froze. There was a red headed girl standing in the pouring rain, in the middle of the street, and was jumping at the occasional clap of thunder. And she was lost judging from the soaked map she had in her hand and her looking around in bewilderment.

Another clap of thunder made her jump about 2 feet up with a small "Eep!" and when she landed, she was facing Richard's direction. He gasped and whipped off his glasses to see her better and make sure.

Yep, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Her skin was a completely un-fake looking tan, with an orange tint. Her flame colored hair that fell to her waist, which was visible due to her odd, but pretty purple miniskirt, crop top, and thigh-high boots. A strange rounded silver neckplate covered the top's neckline and much of her shoulders, with a dark circular jewel set in the lowest point of the dip. She wore a similar silver belt and an armband as well.

The rain had made the already tight fitting outfit cling to her even more, emphasizing her spectacular curves. But it was her eyes that entranced him; an emerald green, both iris and white, although the latter was much lighter, and they were currently filled with tears.

Before he realized it, he was heading in her direction. But a loud honk brought him to his senses. The girl whipped around and froze like a deer in the headlights, which, technically, she was.

Running as fast as he could, he barely managed to reach her before the car did. He held her close as they rolled out of the way, while the car, after a final honk, kept on. When they stopped rolling, he was on top of her, staring directly into her fascinating face.

"X'hal," she murmured, staring into her rescuer's cerulean eyes. Eyes which no one had on Tamaran. Eyes that were filled with concern for her, something she couldn't quite place, and despite his obvious youth, seemed tired. Eyes she had never seen before, but seemed familiar. Then she mentally slapped myself. My first day on Earth, and I am already calling unwanted and unneeded attention to myself!

The boy started speaking in a language she didn't know. He kept repeating, "Are you OK", and it sounded like a question she needed to answer. Well, she thought, since I'm going to live on Earth from now on, I might as well learn the local language. She placed my hand on his wet, black as space hair.

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Richard kept asking if she was hurt, but she was either too shocked to answer, or she didn't understand him. Then, out of nowhere, she put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss, where he realized three things. 1, his lips were tingling in a way unlike any kiss he ever had, 2, her lips were really soft, and 3, he thanked whoever was out there for the storm causing the delay, and that he had put on chapstick earlier.

After what seemed an eternity, she let go and smiled beatifically, showing her perfect, ivory teeth. It's official, this is the best rescue I have ever done. And that was really saying something, considering who he was.

A little dazed, he helped the girl up, who seemed to be thinking about something. Then she smiled again and drew him into a hug that nearly crushed him. "Yes friend I am unharmed! And I bring you endless gratitude for my rescue!"

"No problem," he choked, "can you let go now?"

She did so, then started speaking a mile a minute, "My name is Koriand'r, which in your language means Starfire but my Eart-American name, is Kori Anders. Please, what is your name?"

"Uh, Richard," he said, holding out his hand.

She looked at his outstretched hand in confusion, "Please, why do you hold your hand to me?" And for the first time in years, Richard Grayson chuckled. Not a sarcastic, condescending smirk, but a genuine almost-laugh. However, this only confused Starfire/Kori even more. "I have…done something amusing?"

This caused him to laugh even harder, and he was wiping more than rain out of his eyes. "Its an American greeting," he explained, "Your supposed to take my hand," she slid her, soft wet hand into his, and for the first time, after she kissed, hugged, and smiled at him, he blushed. Now, his voice was unsteady for another reason. "Uh yeah, and now you shake it up and down… slowly."

She did so, "Greetings Friend Richard!" she was still flashing that perfect smile.

Richard grinned his own lopsided smile, it was impossible not to. "Nice to meet you… um, what do you want me to call you?"

"Whatever you wish."

He thought for a bit, "I'll call you Starfire. Star, its nice to meet you." Her eyes match her name. "Hey, before that car nearly plowed into you, I noticed you looking at a map, are you lost?"

Star nodded vigorously, "I must find my k'norfka, Galfore. We have recently moved from Tamaran to E-America, and I was following him to wait for the plane of air, but it started raining."

"So?"

"Rain is a rarity on Tamaran, and a blessing. I stayed to enjoy and I believe the word is, dance, in it?"

He nodded like this was an everyday event. Although, this girl seemed so child-like and innocent, her dancing in the rain probably wasn't so farfetched. "Well, do you remember where you were supposed to go?"

"Galfore said these papers had such information," she said, producing a ticket from nowhere.

Whoa! Where was she keeping that? Theres no place to put it! He then slapped himself mentally, cheeks heating up, and read the ticket. Flight 816 to Gotham City.

"Hey, you're moving to Gotham?" For some reason, his heart leaped. He and Bruce went to Gotham all the time for business… among other things. But he could visit Star in his free time.

Starfire was shaking her head, however, and his heart hit his kidney with a dull thud. "No, we are merely staying there temporarily while our home is being constructed in another city. Why do you ask?"

"Uh, no reason. C'mon Star, lets find your Korfa."

"Its k'norfka," she corrected.

They walked into the terminal and she stopped. "What?" asked Richard.

"Previously, you said you wished to call me Starfire, instead, you have addressed me as Star. Why?"

He grinned again, "It's a nick-name Star."

"Who is Nick?"

It wasn't until they reached the gate that Richard finally explained "nick-name" to Star. And it wasn't until she hugged him in gratitude that they realized that they were still holding hands.

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