Fan Fiction ❯ Inside the Silence ❯ Resurrection Tower ( Chapter 6 )

Note to Disclaimers: I do not and never will own Teen Titans cause thing would be damn different if I did. Anyway…this is for entertainment purposes only since I have no money to give any of you if you decide to sue me. I'm a struggling college student, for real. I might have some lint and chocolate if you want. Can't imagine why you'd want that though.

 

A/N: Things have changed! Well…Terra is finally here and Slade has remerged. Don't know exactly what he's doing though. The pairings are now Terra/Beast Boy/Raven (don't worry…she'll be here for only a little bit as his potential lover or whatever, but I'm not going to bash her, all right? I like Terra for the most part—disregarding her in the actual comic books: didn't like her there), Robin/Starfire/Aqualad (well, if I DO end up having it…this might be in future chapters!) and Jinx/Cyborg/Bumblebee (because he needs loving too…and it works!). So, if you aren't open to those pairings, then I warn you Do NOT read this fic, I highly recommend that you don't if you hate those pairings! So…that's it for now, besides the new enemy entering the picture, and Trigon! Welpers…I'm out for now! Chao all! Enjoy the fic!

 

Word Coding is as follows:

 

`Thoughts'

“Speaking”

Everything else

 

 

Inside the Silence

 

The next morning was like any other. All was more or less quiet, as this had become the norm as of three or four prior to the present. To the naked, untrained eye and ear, things would appear as though they were following the same humdrum routine that everyone in Titan Tower had become accustomed to. But for Raven Roth, demon sorceress, not everything was as quaint and right as it should be. As she sat in her bed, sheets pulled up to her chin, arms hugging her knees, Raven felt an eerie silence settle over the Tower. She was sure everyone else was sleeping in their beds, comfortable and without a care in the world. Yet she sat stuck in her spot, upset by everything that had occurred moments before in the kitchen. She knew she could have tried to give Beast Boy the attention he wished for. `But at what price? What would've blown up?' And so she sat alone, somewhat depressed and in despair as the actions of her decision weighed heavily upon her shoulders. `Such is life…such is freaking life…'

 

Outside her room, unnoticed by almost all occupants, Beast Boy stood staring at her door with some strange fixation. From his own doorway Cyborg could see his young friend but said nothing. `I shouldn't even butt in on this one,' the metal teen surmised. He reentered his room quietly, thankful that his friend had not seen him. Beast Boy continued to stand outside the Goth's door, hand resting against the cool metal surface. The young changeling wondered why Raven hadn't opened her door to yell at him yet. `Usually she would have sensed me by now…' On cue Raven's door hissed open to reveal the Goth who was giving him one of her famous deadpanned looks. He stared back, not really sure what to say to her. When she said nothing to him in return, he only allowed the quiet around them begin to suffocate him. Her eye twitched and he snapped out of his reverie of admiring her. He chuckled half-heartedly as he raised a hand behind his head, scratching—something he did when he was nervous.

 

“What?”

 

He stuttered. “Nothing…I just…”

 

“Then why are you standing outside my door?” Her question held irritation behind it, and Beast Boy wondered why he'd said anything at all. “I'm busy.” Still he said nothing. She sighed in exasperation. “Look, if you have nothing to say, come back later. You're wasting my meditation time.”

 

His confused frown turned to a scowl in an instant, his olive eyes hardening. Raven's own eyes widened a bit as he slammed both hands on the sides of her doorway. “I only came to apologize…but I can see, as always, that it is pointless to bother apologizing to someone as unfeeling, cold and depressing as you Raven. As if you don't meditate enough…you're always locked up in your room, wasting away in there yourself. Maybe if you came out to actually hang out with some of us, then you'd be happier and less pessimistic.” Raven blanched at the things coming out of his mouth, appalled and horrified at what he was expressing towards her. “I don't even know why we bother trying to deal with you!”

 

She finally found her voice and fired back. “Is THAT what you came to tell me? Because if it is, then you're dumber than I thought! How dare you—”

 

“That's right, Raven, defend yourself against someone as pitiful and stupid as me! That's right, tell me how pathetic I am, how stupid, idiotic, useless and irritating I am! It only proves how wrong I was about you. I don't know why I do waste my time, why we waste our time!” He seethed as he saw her fists clench beneath her cape. “In fact,” his scowl deepened. “Maybe you should just permanently lock yourself away in that room, that way you won't have to deal with those of us who are too happy and cheery for you, those of us who can feel. That way you won't have to see any of us joyful people. Maybe that is why you hated Terra…because she was happy, and everyone liked her, and because she gained everyone's trust, even yours.” She winced at that, which Beast Boy did not notice. “Or maybe—”

 

“Or maybe, if you left the Titans, I wouldn't have to see YOU and your annoying, happy self!” She spat in his face.

 

Immediately she slapped her hand over her mouth as Beast Boy's hands slowly slid from the doorway. “Is that…” He paused, “Is that what you want, what you really want?”

 

Her lack of response echoed off the walls like horrible screeching, and neither seemed to notice that their friends had been watching the entire time. He shook his head, a wan smile on his face as he turned his back to her. She reached out despite herself. “Wait…Beast boy…I only meant that—”

 

“Don't,” he said in a dangerously low tone. “I understand everything Raven. Part of me figured…always figured that, in reality, this is how you've always felt. I kind of always knew that you didn't trust me completely. All these years I…I trusted you, never questioning anything you did. I never even gave half of the things about you a second thought, nor did I ever curse you for the trouble you'd caused the Titans. But now I see…what I should've seen a long time ago. It's all futile with you, isn't it Raven? You're incapable of feeling for anyone. I…knew that…and I should've heeded it better. But this will be my acceptance of everything I have just come to realize.” He felt her hand on his back and relished the caress for mere moments before moving away further down the hall, his talking fading. “I am resigning from the Titans tomorrow.” His door slammed shut.

 

Only then did Raven realize the intensity her grave mistake. `I had a chance…I had a chance…I HAD A CHANCE!' The newly replaced lights above shattered from her emotions. Her mind screamed at her, despairing cries raging inside her head as the graveness of the situation dawned on her. Closing her eyes she tried to block everything out, the shrieks and the accusatory voices of her emotions as they rose from the darkness to scorn her. Moments later she looked to her left, finally noticing Robin, Starfire and Cyborg staring at her with their mouths hanging open. She threw them a malicious glare before disappearing into her room without a word. Deciding that drastic actions were needed, Cyborg ran into Beast Boy's room while Starfire vanished into Raven's without knocking.

 

Robin stayed put in the hallway incase he might need to break out his leadership role. `Yeah…a lot of good that's been doing me…' he mused bitterly to himself as he heard shouting ensue from Beast Boy's room, and the shattering of glass pieces and furniture from Raven's direction. He thanked what luck he had that he had not been the one to enter either room. `I may be tough when it comes to villains…' he thought. `But facing any of these guys…I opt for criminals.'

 

In his room, Beast Boy was furiously explaining to Cyborg his situation, all the while shoving clothes into a duffel bag. He was shouting, he knew; he didn't care anymore. `She still doesn't even know…she still doesn't even care…why do I…why DID I bother?' Cyborg was sitting on Beast Boy's bed, head leaning on his hand as he tried to make sense of what had just occurred. For his part, Beast Boy was still shouting, not paying his robotic friend any mind as he violently shoved his toy monkey with the symbols into his duffel bag. Cyborg barely noticed the toy that had caused them a scare when Fear itself had invaded Titan Tower. He was too wrapped up in watching his younger teammate fume like a wild animal. Cyborg mused on how ironic it was that Beast boy's true nature was similar when he got angry. Only at the point when Beast Boy had stopped did Cyborg awaken from his stupor, barely noticing that his green skinned friend had broken down in sobs upon his messy bed. Feeling his heart wrench at Beast Boy's crying, Cyborg placed a hand on his friend's shoulder in attempt at comfort. He felt as though there was nothing he could do to make his friend stop his wailing, maybe no one could—except her. Part of him was angry with the half demoness. That part of him wanted to strangle her for hurting his friend, to teach her what pain was, to make her see what she'd caused. But the other part knew she already knew such pain, such anguish; at least in a sense he knew she comprehended it thus.

 

`Raven might not be able to feel outwardly…but I know she does, inside.' He cut off his thoughts as Beast Boy's broken hearted sobs died down until he was left in a small heap upon the floor, squeezing his duffel bag as though it was his savior. `But she's his savior…she really is.' He knelt on his knees until he was eye level with Beast boy, who wouldn't face him. “Hey BB…you gonna be aight man?”

 

“Just…I need to be alone right now, Cy. Thanks,” he replied as he turned away from his companion. “I'll see you…”

 

Cyborg nodded and exited, knowing there was nothing more he could do. Once outside Beast Boy's room and inside the hall, he leaned against the wall next to Robin. “Man…when did things go wrong? It all happened right under our noses.” He rubbed his head as Robin shrugged, obviously concerned but not entirely sure they could do anything to help. “Well…I guess all we can do is wait.”

 

Inside Raven's room everything had shattered to millions of minute pieces that littered the length of her navy blue carpet. When she'd stepped into the safety of her room, her emotions flew off the handle—more so than usual. Starfire had to avoid the glass shards that threatened to be her demise as vase after vase, concrete statues and windows were obliterated around her. She knew she risked serious injury when she'd entered; but her only concern was Raven. They were now standing a few feet from each other, Raven by the broken window, Starfire by Raven's demolished bed. For her part, Starfire had done what she considered her best effort to calm the demon sorceress. She figured physical contact would only enrage her fellow titan further; so she did the next best thing she could think of. She waited, patiently, until Raven had decimated enough of her room to become tired. At once she'd grabbed the young woman's shoulders and began shaking her to snap Raven from her destructive daze. Then, she soothed her friend, calming her. The look on Raven's face had been one of pure terror—and agony.

 

Starfire shook the actions of the past few minutes from her head as she surveyed the room. “Friend Raven, the effects of you're actions are fixable, by all means. The room can be…renovated…and you're relationship with Beast Boy can be mended. If you wish it, that is. Everything can be fixed if you want it to be. It can all be repaired, changed if you wish it. I can help you fix this and I—” Raven chuckled hollowly. “What is the matter?”

 

“You can fix this mess…all these…material things. You all can help me fix my relationship with Beast Boy.” Starfire nodded at her. “And for that…I would be most grateful.” The Tamaranian female nodded, more enthusiastically. “But,” Raven glanced at her hands, seeing them as only she saw them. “Could you possibly help me fix me?” The orange-haired woman opened her mouth to reply but was at loss for words. Raven laughed again, this time bitterly. “I didn't think so. Starfire,” Raven gave her friend a pointed look. “Thank you for everything. I'd like to be alone now.”

 

No more was said as the young warrior exited the darkened, destroyed domicile. Once outside she plopped against the hall wall between Cyborg and Robin. She gave them a small frown of failure as she allowed her head to fall against Robin's shoulder. “I do not think I have helped friend Raven. Robin…what shall be done about this? I am afraid of the circumstances to a mess such as this one. They are…terrifying to me. Is there anything that any of us can do to help our friends?”

 

“All we can do is wait Star…all we can do is wait.”

 

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The next morning Raven shifted in bed, her back feeling slightly achy and uncomfortable. She was about to stretch when she heard a distant shriek and distressed shouting. “What the hell is going on?” She arose from bed and peeked out her door just in time to have Starfire nearly cut her head off. “Whoa! Starfire? Is something wrong?”

 

“BEAST BOY HAS LEFT!” Starfire's green eyes were watering as she spoke. “All he left was this note. There is no trace of where he has gone. He has truly left the Titans!” Starfire rummaged in her pockets and pulled a small contraption from her robe pocket. “His communicator was lying on his desk.”

 

“What?” Raven's shock was anything but hidden as her door cracked in half, the metal making a loud thump within the tower while she stared at the communicator in Starfire's hand. Robin gave her a funny look as he held a now sobbing Starfire. Cyborg threw her a disappointed glare as he stalked back to his room, choosing not to converse with anyone in the hallway. Raven's fingers were fidgeting beneath her cloak where she thought no one could see; but she didn't know how wrong she was. Pulling her hood over her head, she gave a simple answer, determination evident in her eyes. “I'm going to look for him.”

 

“Raven…maybe that's not such a good idea,” Robin spoke in a hushed whisper.

 

“What do you mean? One of our team members is missing,” she retorted hotly. “I think it's procedure to—”

 

“No Raven, it is not procedure unless he was kidnapped.” He shot her a sad glance. “And I think we all know…he wasn't kidnapped.” Raven was about to protest when he raised a hand to silence her, his glance hardening as he ignored Starfire's incessant sniffling. “You, above all people, should understand that he needs time Raven. It isn't our place to seek him out so soon, especially not yours.”

 

“But he could get hurt,” she replied.

 

“You didn't seem to care so much last night.”

 

Raven felt her face become hot as she took in Cyborg's bitter response. “I didn't…I never meant what I said…I just…I'm sorry.”

 

“You don't need to be tellin me that Rae,” Cyborg answered quietly.

 

“Well I can't tell him unless I find him, can I?” She felt anger coursing through her veins at the complications getting in her way. “I can't tell him anything unless I find him, unless I seek him out! How can I apologize for anything if he isn't here? If you won't let me, I cannot fix anything! Besides, he's the one who left on his own, not because I made him! He wanted too! It was his decision, not mine!”

 

“Maybe…just maybe,” Starfire began, her eyes welling with fresh tears, “you did make such a decision for our unfortunate friend. Raven, you are a great friend, a great Titan, and we all love you very much. But you have not allowed us in…and it hurts us…because we care for you very much.” Tears were threatening to fall but Starfire pursued her point. “And I fear that…we may be able to live without knowing so much about you. Yet, I do not think that Beast Boy feels the same way. He loves you much more than any of us ever could…and you have hurt him deeply. We do not blame you for this, for his leaving.” Robin and Cyborg nodded in agreement. “But you must understand—Beast Boy needs time, as Robin has said.” Raven's eyes dropped to the ground as she fell against the wall. Starfire ran up to her dejected friend, embracing Raven, who, at this point, had no energy left to refuse such affection from the perky Tamaranian. “When the time is right, we shall all look for him. But for now, you must rest…it is crucial.”

 

The demon sorceress nodded slowly as she allowed Starfire to take her down to the living room. Neither Robin nor Cyborg said a word as they followed her, turning in the direction of the kitchen when they'd reached the bottom of the staircase. Once on the circular couch, Starfire sat Raven's numb figure down so that she might be able to rest even though they had all just awakened. Starfire joined her friends in the kitchen as well as Raven stared hollowly at the blaring TV screen. She turned to glance to the window, to the hazy afternoon that showed through the clear glass. `It's just like my life…everything so…hazy…' She shook the thought from her head as she, once again, looked at her hands. Forcing herself to take her glance away, she brought her hood down with one hand as the other stretched to retrieve the nearest pillow. Placing her head on it, she slipped into a fitful slumber as her warring emotions attempted to settle from their destructiveness. And though she laid there, seemingly peaceful, inside Raven was slowly being torn apart by everything she was never meant to express. She felt something stirring, something strong, malicious, hateful—evil.

 

`He will re-awaken, fully. It is inevitable. Don't you see Raven? It has been this way since you were chosen after she died.'

 

She tossed and turned in her sleep as sweat began to slide down her skin. `He will awaken…? Who is this he? I have already disposed of my father! He can no longer haunt me!' She turned again as a laughing voice echoed in her head. `What do you want? Who are you? Who is this she you speak of? Do you mean Slade?'

 

`Don't misinterpret my intentions Raven. I do not speak of your Father, Trigon. Though he is not dead to you or me, it is not he who I refer to. You must remember—if you had disposed of your father, you would now be fully cleansed, which you are not. I do not speak of Slade Wilson, either. But who I speak of is someone you have met but not seen with your eyes. But do not worry, little Raven—he will come again. And when he does, you are his only victim.'

 

Suddenly Raven let out a moan as a million daggers shot at her while the voice's laughter continued to echo all around. And from the very center of her chakra, blood began to seep. She screamed.

 

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Starfire sat patiently beside the table where Raven lay; the darker haired Titan snuggled beneath the covers while her status monitors displayed her health checks. When she heard the scream emitting from the living room, they all knew that something was not right. At the current time Cyborg and Robin were in the training room, vigorously working out as they felt they needed to be prepared for danger at every given chance. She chose to do guard duty first, her concern for Raven consuming her after Beast Boy's disappearance. It was safe to say that Raven was not in a coma; but the Goth was not well at all. Brushing back a stray strange of her fire-red hair, Starfire closed the book she had been reading to take a quick look at her friend. The young woman sleeping in bed had become paler than usual, sprouting a fever and sudden flue symptoms. Raven shivered in the bed, which caused the Tamaranian to add yet another blanket to her bed. `This puzzles me greatly,' Starfire thought as she observed the demon in the medical bed. `If Raven has the abilities to heal herself…why has she not done so?' She threw her teammate yet another stare as she tried to settle down in the chair for her next shift. `Something…is not right…and I do not know what it could be.'

 

Below her, Robin and Cyborg had ceased their training to grab something sustenance. Robin was busily chewing on a piece of fruit when his robotic friend let out a wail. “Cy, what's the matter?”

 

“Robin, somethin's been botherin me since…since Terra died,” Cyborg started. The boy wonder, now Nightwing, set his fruit down as he gave his friend his undivided attention. Cyborg understood it as sign to proceed. “Remember how…you were seein Slade, and I told you it couldn't be him?” Robin nodded as he recalled the time where he had almost killed himself because of Slade's never ending legacy of tricks. “Well…I guess I shoulda told ya man…but that dust that sent ya system haywire…it wasn't activated on its own. Somebody else had to do it.”

 

Robin's eyes nearly popped out of his head at what Cyborg was revealing. “And you waited to tell me this now? This is serious Cyborg!” He let his head fall into his hands as he cursed his bad luck. `I knew something was different…I never should have let it go so easily!' He smirked. `Not that I had in the first place…but now I know why.' He gave Cyborg an annoyed glare. “So…guess this means that Slade really isn't dead, huh?”

 

“I ain't said that!” Cyborg slammed his fist into his opened hand. “I think that someone else is at work here. And if Slade is alive…this ain't just HIS doin. He's got an accomplice this time…and I get the gut feelin that it ain't Terra.”

 

“How can we be sure it isn't her? After all, Raven did say she wasn't dead—just comatose in that rock form she took,” Robin reasoned.

 

“Well, even if she was alive…in the flesh, I mean…I don't think it'd be her, man!”

 

“Why would you say that? Cy, the possibilities aren't zero. After all, she betrayed us before. I'm not saying it's her…but we have to be prepared…for anything.” Robin replied as he turned his gaze to the window. “And I do mean anything.”

 

Cyborg let his gaze follow Robin's as they both stared at the city below between them and the window's glossy surface. The sparkling lights were the brightest they'd ever seen in the past few nights—for the strangest reasons—and both young men began to suspect something was amiss not only in the Tower, but within the city as well. The magnitude of the problem was not what concerned them; instead it was the force in which it came that unsettled both Titans. With Raven sick, Beast Boy gone and Starfire in extreme distress, Robin began to feel the pressure of his leader role become heavier and heavier. His shoulders sagged as he fell against the replacement plexiglas windows. He gave Cyborg a tired look as the other Titan nodded his understanding, both knowing that their problems were only just beginning. Figuring that everyone needed sleep, Cyborg took his leave back to his individual room while Robin journeyed to relieve Starfire of her shift. None of them believed that Raven would awaken within the same night—though the morning wasn't as unlikely.

 

In the solitude of his own room Cyborg sat on his recharge bed, not quite ready for his sleep cycle to begin. So he sat, silently, in deep thought, recalling his time in H.I.V.E. academy. He wasn't sure what had brought the sudden thought on but he figured that it had something to do with the fact that everyone seemed to have someone to talk to lately, except him. `Seems like I'm the voice of reason these days…and the shoulder to lean on for everyone, too. The only problem is that I ain't got no one…' He hardly ever got down on himself but he was feeling lonely as of the past few days, which were filled with so much chaos that he thought he'd go insane. He exhaled a large, elongated breath as he waited patiently for an answer to come. `I need someone to lean on too…' He knew moping would never work; it hadn't in the past. He stood up and walked towards his desk where he'd stashed some books from his brief days at the H.I.V.E. academy. There was a picture of him with his former classmates/enemies: Gizmo, Jinx and Mammoth. `I think she used to like me,' he mused as he ran a finger over the picture of the then young girl with hot pink hair. She was bad luck, and he knew—but she'd liked him as his old self, as Vincent Stone. And he had liked her too, in an odd way. `Someone liked me for me…or who used to be me…' His slightly depressed musings came to an abrupt halt when he turned the page and found a pair of dusty blueprints wound up into a tight microfilm ring. `These are mine from when Brother Blood made the Sonic Canon from my technology,' he thought as his mind wandered back to the incident.

 

Then it hit him as he remembered the young woman with a bright yellow and black outfit, a warrior of equal strength and cunning. `Bumblebee…' His lips turned into a smile as he recalled their dance at the academy, the Sadie Hawkins dance. `I hadn't seen her since…and now…it's been so long.' He would be lying to himself—he knew—if he didn't admit that he was attracted to her as well. She was powerful, intelligent, beautiful, and a superior fighter—a real Valkyrie. `I'll always remember those stings.' He chuckled as he set the reminisces down in his desk drawer, tucking them safely into their place as he made his way to his recharge bed. `Who knows,' he wondered. `Maybe we'll meet again…sooner than I think.' He wasn't one to become weepy or needy but he tilted his head to the left as he plugged in his cords and activated the security systems of Titan Tower. `And now would be a great time to drop by, girl.'

 

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He'd barely been gone for a few hours and his stomach was protesting. He'd eaten before he left Titan Tower. He had been in a rush, only stopping a moment to leave a note telling his teammates that he was gone. But he figured that they would have known seeing that his room had been cleared. He hadn't actually gotten rid of anything. Instead he'd simply stashed it in the lower levels where everything collected dust, like old uniforms and other useless junk. He didn't plan to stay away forever, only for a breather to get away from the superhero life…and Raven Roth. He knew that deep down she'd not meant most of what she'd said. But it still tore him apart inside, and he knew he needed to stay away.

 

He felt rejected in so many ways, as though she'd taken his heart and stamped on it. `But she apologize…and I didn't accept it,' he berated himself. She'd not apologize too many times during their years together as a team; but he knew Raven was a special case Titan. `I know we're all special…but we don't all have crazy fathers trying to kill us every five seconds…' He chuckled to himself, lightly accepting his decision with a less heavy heart than before. Seconds later, however, his face became solemn again. `But will she…miss me? Or is everything I told Starfire going to stay true, even now? Does she love me? And if she does, will she ever learn to accept her love for me…or let herself love me?' He then began to wonder about his other friends. `Will they miss me?' He was pretty sure that it went without saying that Starfire would miss him, as she had been his support as of a couple days previous. Robin was their leader and saw Beast Boy as a valuable asset to the team; he was sure Robin missed him, too, as a friend though. Cyborg had been like the brother he'd never had, and for that, he was sure Cyborg would miss him. He missed all his teammates. They were each special to him. Cyborg was like a brother, Starfire like a sister and Robin almost like a parent.

 

`They're all so special in their own way…but not special like you, Rae,' he found himself thinking privately as an image of her, one he'd found in a her book, planted itself in his mind. If he recalled correctly, the day she'd placed the horrid book back into its chest, he'd become curious. As usual he snooped around until he'd managed to take one last look at it, opening the book to the page of a picture in black and white. He had gasped at Raven's illustrated self, entranced with how beautiful she looked—and she was only inside a book. `It didn't and doesn't compare to her beauty in real life,' he thought. He groaned as his stomach grumbled for the fifth time in two minutes.

 

“Guess that means I really should stop and get something to eat…” He trailed as he spotted the pizzeria across the street. “I guess that's my ticket.”

 

Beast Boy let out a sigh as he fell against the booth's comfortable, cushioned surface. He waited patiently for his pizza to come as he watched with general disinterest as a group of high school kids entered the pizzeria. His mind blanked as he spotted one of the pretty girls throwing him suggestive looks. He gave her a small smile before shaking his head to show her he was anything but interested himself. Disappointed, she managed a nod in understanding before waving and rejoining her giggly friends. He whistled lowly as pizza steam infiltrated his nostrils. `Wow…wasn't paying attention I guess…like always.' He gave it a quick look over before pushing it away, opting instead to have a sip of soda. His eyes wandered to the ceiling as he sat there, his gaze nonchalant. He was about to get up when he vaguely heard the bell to the door ring in opening. `Wonder who that could be…' He did not glance up to see until he felt someone sit across from him. When he looked up, his only response was one of shock as he began choking on his soda. Once he was successful in recovery, he gaped. “But how…what are you…”

 

“Hey, long time no see…Beast Boy.”

 

TBC…

(AHHH! What's going on? Well, seriously, I think you all know, so why should I explain anyway? Terra is here, yeah…you got it. For like…one line! Hahaha! Um…complications are definitely arising! What will our Titans do? Ha! Well, till next chapter! Please R&R, flame if you want, since you will anyway. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome. Thank you for reading, whether you left a review or not.)

 

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