Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ Heroes ❯ Memories ( Chapter 3 )

Blowfish: Hey everybody! I know I said I wouldn't update for a while, but I'm going crazy with ideas for this story, and I can't focus on anything else!

 

(Link and Rogue are bound and gagged in the corner after countless attempts to get Blowfish to update her other fics.)

 

Blowfish: Yeah…anyway, I got excellent, idea-generating reviews!

 

byebyebb18: Yeah, the hologram thingy does hide his cute ears (lol). Raven wasn't famous, because fame and fortune doesn't seem to suit her. (Technically, Vic [Cyborg] isn't that famous in this story either.) And what Rae's friends meant was, since Deiter seemed to know about love, he must be in love too.

 

Ellen uur: Thanks, it would suck if you didn't…err…die happy. And Star and Dick's date is going to be romantic and fluffy. Yay!

 

Kit Kat: Heh heh, these are my fav pairings too (obviously). Thanks, I did this because I always did wonder where the Titans would be if they were normal. You were probably the most influential reviewer so far. The fact is, I hadn't thought that much about the actual break-up, but you made me come up with a reason (which I hope you like). As for Terry, you will see more of him, and he will play a somewhat-important role in the story.

 

ThessalyD: Yes, future fics are fun, aren't they? And I am having a lot of fun writing this.

 

LordoftheBloodyHand: THANK YOU!

 

Exiled-Knight: Thanks for popping in on this fic; I'm glad you like it.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. If I did, Terra would get the hell away from Beast Boy.

 

“talking” `thinking' #%scene change#% FLASH=change of scene or time in flashback

 

Warning: This chapter contains more swearing than usual, so if a few four letter words offend you, skip over the flashback. Of course, if you do that, you'll miss the whole reason this story is happening, so I would advise just leaving if use of the f-word offends you.

 

(Note: The first and second chapters took place on Saturday. The following takes place on Monday.)

 

Blowfish: In this chapter, some interesting (I hope) things will be revealed! So read on!

 

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Vic was lying in his bed in his apartment. He had given up on sleep hours ago, and he had resided to the fact that he would just have to deal with tomorrow's activities on zero hours of sleep.

 

`You mean today's activities,' he thought, looking at the clock, which read 2:07. He sighed and turned over again. He tried to clear his thoughts, but memories flooded the room.

 

(Flashback--A/N: nn; I feel so stupid, just putting this here.)

 

The Titans were stunned. They walked into the tower silently. Starfire looked as if she was about to say something, but Robin turned and walked to his room, unable to endure any kind, reassuring words she might have for him. Raven also retired to her room, leaving the three other Titans alone. Beast Boy just sat on the couch, and in a moment, Cyborg joined him. Starfire just hovered in the air, staring in the direction in which Robin and Raven had gone. Cyborg expected her to comfort them, to utter half-truths in an attempt to soothe their guilt. But she didn't. She had no more words.

 

“It's all my fault,” whispered Beast Boy. “If I hadn't been so focused on looking cool, being such an egotist—“

 

“No,” said Cyborg. “It's not your fault. It's not.”

 

There was a brief silence.

 

“How could this happen?” the green changeling said, his voice still barely audible. “Why couldn't we stop it? Were we lazy? Were we stupid? Overconfident? Unlucky?”

 

Cyborg looked at his friend, who was pitifully trying to grasp the situation. He could feel the guilt rising in himself, as well. He was too busy fighting the monster. Too busy to see the boy fall off the bridge. Too late to help Robin try to save him. Too late. He buried his head in his hands.

 

FLASH!

 

The paper smacked down on the table, Cyborg finding the headline too painful to look at: “Teen Titans Fail to Save Civilian Child: Child Falls to Death Off North Bridge”. He knew they would report it, but it still hurt. He looked around. Robin was still in his room. Raven was supposedly meditating on the roof, according to Beast Boy, who was quietly munching on his tofu. Starfire was staring into space at the table, not bothering to eat. Suddenly, she turned to him.

 

“Cyborg…we have failed in our duties, have we not?”

 

“…Yes. Yes, Star, we have.”

 

“Are we going to continue in our protection of the city?” she asked, looking like a child who was asking a parent for protection against monsters.

 

“Yes, we are. I'm sure of it,” Cyborg said. Beast Boy snorted from the far side of the table.

 

“Yeah…if our other two `friends' turn up anytime soon.”

 

“Cut it out, man. They just have different ways of dealing with stuff than us. Just give Raven some space, and Robin…” his voice trailed off. He didn't know if Robin would be OK at all.

 

FLASH!

 

Things hadn't been going so well since “The Bridge Incident”, as everyone now referred to it. The Titans were not fighting crime as well due to tension within the team, and on top of that, the press was crucifying them. At the tower, things were a living hell. Robin wasn't leading the team very well, but he refused to give up the position. That particular afternoon, Beast Boy had had enough.

 

“COME ON, DUDE! YOU CAN'T COORDINATE US WORTH CRAP, AND YOU WON'T LET ANYONE HELP YOU!” he yelled.

 

“WHY DON'T YOU TRY BEING LEADER, YOU POMPOUS LITTLE ELF! I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN ENSURE WE DON'T MAKE ANY MORE MISTAKES!” Robin retorted.

 

“MISTAKES?! WE'RE MAKING MORE MISTAKES THAN EVER! YOU CAN'T MAKE DECISIONS QUICKLY, AND IT'S RUNNING US INTO THE GROUND! YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE AT LEADING US, BECAUSE YOU WON'T LET GO OF YOUR GODDAMN GUILT FOR TWO FRICKIN' SECONDS!!!”

 

“WELL FINE! WE DON'T NEED YOU AND YOUR COCKY BADASS ATTITUDE ON THIS TEAM ANYWAY!!!” Robin stopped. He couldn't believe what he had just said. Beast Boy had a hurt look in his eyes, and the other Titans were in a shocked silence.

 

“Fine,” Beast Boy said. “I'll leave then. Fuck you.” With that, he turned and went to his room.

 

The rest of the night, all of the Titans except Robin tried to stop him from leaving.

 

“BB, you can't just leave! We need you!” said Cyborg.

 

“Friend Beast Boy, we wish for you to stay! I am sure Robin did not mean what he said,” added Starfire.

 

“Beast Boy…” said Raven, tripping over her words. “Please. Don't. I don't want…you can't…” He turned to all of them, bags in hand.

 

“I can. Rob's right. You guys don't need me.” Cyborg grabbed his shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could do to convince his friend to stay.

 

“Here. Take this,” he said, handing him a small device. “It'll help you out later.”

 

Beast Boy nodded. “Thanks. Goodbye.” He walked away, leaving his friends on the shore. Starfire slowly made her way back into the tower, looking as if on the verge of tears. Cyborg also turned to leave, but not before hearing Raven finally finish her sentence.

 

“Don't go…”

 

FLASH!

 

“Raven! You cannot leave, tiaret!” cried Starfire, tugging on Raven's arm.

 

“Star…please…let go…don't make this harder than it already is,” Raven said, struggling to break free from her friend's grip. She laid her hands on Starfire's shoulders. “I will always be your tiaret, but I can't stay.”

 

Cyborg stood off to the side. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. It would be him, Star, and Robin, from now on. He knew it was probably worse for Starfire. Raven was her tiaret. For her, this was the equivalent of losing her sister.

 

“Rae…” he whispered.

 

“Bye,” she said, before turning her back and leaving.

 

FLASH!

 

“Cyborg,” Starfire said quietly. “I believe Robin will be angry with us for leaving.”

 

“Yeah,” the metal man admitted. “But he didn't try to stop Rae or BB, so why should he stop us?” This only served to depress Starfire even more. Just then, Robin sauntered into the room.

 

“What are you guys doing with those bags?” he asked quietly.

 

“Robin…” Cyborg said. “We can't stay like this. Star and I stayed here because we didn't want to leave you, but this is too much. The media is killing us, we can't even fight anymore, and you don't even come out of your room. Whether we like it or not, the Teen Titans are finished. We just want to go while we still can. We'd really like it if you'd come with us…”

 

Robin was just standing there, stunned. “How can you just give up like this? Are you just gonna leave me? Come on, Cy. You're my friend, you can't do this!”

 

“Why didn't you try to stop Rae or BB like this?” Robin was silent. “You realize why they left? `Cause we're fucked. FUBAR, Robin. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. They didn't wanna stay and watch our lives flush down the damn toilet! Actually, that was mostly BB's reason. Raven…I dunno what was with her; I just don't think she could stand things without him around. I just can't stand it, just not doing anything anymore. We aren't doing what we used to. And I'm not gonna just let Star stay here and rot with you.”

 

There was a long silence after Cyborg's speech, except for the occasional sniffles from Starfire, who was crying. She couldn't stand this. She was about to simply turn and leave, when there was a small sound. A voice.

 

“You're…right…” Robin whispered. “But…where do we go from here?”

 

Cyborg smiled, for the first time in a while. “We'll figure it out, Rob. We'll figure it out.”

 

FLASH!

 

It had been three years since the Titans had completely disbanded. Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg had resurfaced as Star Anderson, Dick Grayson, and Vic Stone. Star, Dick and Vic were walking down the busy streets of Jump City, heading towards the place where Vic was going to be working.

 

“I can't wait to show you guys,” Vic said. “I think this is it. I have found my calling, and it's Jump City Scientific and Technical Facilities!” The other two laughed at his enthusiasm. They all were still studying, but Dick and Vic already had jobs lined up. Star had an ambition of her own: she was in school to become an actress, and it was going well so far. She hadn't landed a part yet, but she was looking forward to auditioning for next week.

 

Vic was very excited he was able to get a normal job. He used a hologram-producing device to conceal his true appearance; the same kind he had given to Beast Boy. Dick's hair was getting longer, and though many people said he should cut it, he never did. Vic was sure this was because Star thought it was handsome. Star's eyes were still green all the way through, but no one seemed to notice or care, being too distracted by her obvious beauty; but Dick never let anyone else near her. Take right now, for example, while they stood gazing through a shop window at an antique of some sort. Dick was holding her hand the entire time. Vic often wondered why he didn't ask her out, since he was obviously madly in love with her.

 

Vic thoughts came to a screeching halt as he looked across the street. Standing there was a tall, thin girl, probably around Dick's age. She had dark hair, pale skin, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of black pants. He was staring straight at her, agape, but she was too absorbed in her notepad to notice. She walked towards them, keeping a brisk, somewhat urgent pace; that is, until, she collided with Vic.

 

“Sorry, I—Cy?” Even with the hologram, he still resembled Cyborg, more or less. She was staring at him now, her violet eyes wide and shocked.

 

He smiled. “I go by Vic now. You?”

 

“Rae,” she said, before wrapping her arms around her old friend. Star and Dick came over to see what was going on.

 

“Hey Vic, what—Raven?” Dick was dumbfounded, and he soon also found himself locked in a hug. Star didn't even give Rae the chance before flinging her arms around her. Rae quickly began to explain where she had been, how she could control her emotions and her powers, and what she had been up to.

 

FLASH!

 

Five years after that, had Dick and Star begun dating, Rae had gotten her own apartment, and Vic was becoming a respected technician. Only one thing was missing. And to their surprise, they found that one thing asleep on a park bench.

 

They had gone out to the park, to catch up on things. Though they didn't live far away from each other, only Dick and Star really actually saw or heard from each other that much. Otherwise, it was a loose phone call here and there. Rae noticed a sleeping man on the bench, and went over to him.

 

`He looks familiar…' she thought. He had blond hair, and was generally skinny. He might've been about a year younger than her. All of the sudden, he snorted very loudly, surprising Rae so much, she actually fell down. He woke up, rubbed his eyes, and stretched. Then his eyes met hers.

 

“Rae?”

 

Rae was shocked. It was him. They fell into each other's arms, both blurting out their own story at once.

 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there, you two,” said a voice from behind them. Vic smiled down at them. “Hey, man. What's up?”

 

Beast Boy, now known as Gar Logan, burst out laughing. He hadn't laughed that hard in a long, long time.

 

(End Flashback--A/N: Do I really need to say it? By the way, sorry for using the f-word so many times.)

 

Vic smiled, and turned over again. There were a lot of good memories to outweigh the bad ones. He stared down at his metal hands. He was glad he could be himself, if only at home. He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wash over him. `Well, leave that stuff for tomorrow…you gotta get some sleep.'

 

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`Ugh…Mondays…I…hate…Mondays…' thought Rae, rolling out of bed. She really wasn't in the mood to go to work, but that was the way things went. She left her apartment and went downstairs, hoping to sneak past Adrian and the others. No such luck.

 

“Hey Rae, why didn't you tell us you were dating?” Adrian asked casually, while Jim was stifling his giggles. Rae sighed. This time, Deiter wasn't around to save her.

 

“I'm not dating him. He's an old friend who offered to walk me home.”

Jim snickered. “Well, you guys were pretty close for a couple of friends.”

 

Rae scowled, feeling her face turn red. “I'm not…that isn't…”

 

Another tenant, Lucy, came strolling in. “I was watching too. Nice job. He's quite the looker.”

 

Rae wasn't red anymore, but a deep shade of scarlet. `At least no one saw us upstairs. Then we'd be in serious trouble.' “I gotta go to work, guys. Sorry I missed the poker last night, by the way.”

 

“Heh heh, don't worry about it,” Adrian said, grinning like Cheshire cat. “I'm sure you found other things to entertain yourself with.” Following this statement, a rather large potted plant hit him in the face, knocking him over.

 

“Goodbye, Adrian.”

 

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“Roth!” Rae banged her head against the wall. `Why me?!' She turned to Connery.

 

“Yes, Mr. Connery?”

 

“Don't get smart with me. Bruce Wayne is having a huge social raising money for charity Wednesday night, and I want you to cover it.”

 

“But sir, that's grunt work—“

 

“I'll give you grunt work, Roth! Either you take this story, or the one on our sewer systems!”

 

Rae sighed. She was honestly considering the sewers, but she gave in. She just wished she had something more interesting to cover. She had better things to do than hang around a bunch of tightwads all night.

 

“Oh yeah, and you're taking Teddy with you.”

 

“Who?”

 

“The new kid. The photographer, remember? You hung out with the little twerp all day the other day!”

 

“You mean Terry?”

 

“Of course I mean Terry! Who else?”

“You said Teddy.”

 

“Don't argue with me, Roth. I have enough crap on my plate without you being stubborn.”

 

Rae sighed again. “Yes sir.” She walked out of the office, running straight into Terry.

 

“Hey, Rae!” She grabbed his arm, dragging him out the door.

 

“C'mon, newbie, we've got work to do.”

 

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Gar sat in a McDonald's, munching on his Veggie Big Mac (A/N: It's 10 years in the future, anything's possible), trying to figure things out. `So, she likes me. Loves me, maybe? Nah…but then again…ARGH! This is so frustrating!' He was playing with his fries, when he got and idea. A lady around his age was sitting at the next table, enjoying her salad alone. Gar tapped her on the back. She turned around.

 

“Hey, aren't you that comedian?”

 

“Yeah, I am. I know we've never met or anything, but could you give me some advice? I've heard women are better at this sort of thing.”

 

“Okay…shoot.”

 

He picked up a fry and pulled out one of the tomatoes from his burger. “Okay…say this fry is a real ladies' man, you know?”

 

“Okay…”

 

“Just go with me, here. Now let's say, this fry has a great bunch of friends he hasn't seen in, say, two years.”

 

“Gotcha.”

 

“Well, this fry's friends, including this tomato, have come to see him. And he, you know, offers to take the tomato home.”

“…”

 

“Not like that! Damn, get your mind out of the gutter!”

“Sorry. Anyway, go on. The fry was making a move on the tomato…”

 

“Well, that's the thing. The fry wasn't sure whether he was trying to make a move, or be friendly. And this might've confused the tomato, because when they got there, she kisses the fry.”

 

“Ohhh, I see.”

 

“Yeah. And now the fry is really, really confused.”

 

“Well, does the fry like the tomato? As more than a friend, I mean.”

 

“That's the problem. He's not sure. He did at one point, but he hasn't seen her in such a long time before the two years, he's not sure what to think anymore. And on top of that, the tomato's different now.”

 

“Different how?”

 

“Well, she never would've kissed the fry back then. Not that the fry was a geek, or anything, she just wasn't the type that would…make moves like that.”

 

“Ah. I think what the fry needs to do is figure out how he feels about the tomato before he does anything else. Then, he needs to find out how the tomato really feels about him. Everything will work itself out from there.”

 

“Oh…okay! Thanks, lady!”

 

“No problem. Good luck.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

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“But if the social is Wednesday night, why are we already starting the article?”

 

“Half of the article's gonna be background anyway, why not get started now?”

 

“You really don't like the idea of going there, do you?”

 

“No, no I don't.”

 

“Why not? There'll be food. Famous people. And it's all for charity, so you don't have to feel guilty about splurging!”

 

“I, for one, am not a party person. I don't wanna hang around a bunch of damn celebrities who act like they're better than me.”

 

“Oh come on, it'll be fun! Besides, Wayne himself is speaking. I heard he gives great speeches. And if you're that bored, I'm sure they'll be plenty to drink.”

 

“One: I don't drink. Two: I'm wondering why you're even thinking about it, you're 19!”

 

“Sorry, jeez! I was just trying to make a few suggestions!”

 

“Well, keep your own nose in your own damn business.”

“…You do realize we're gonna have to go anyway, right?”

 

“…Yeah, I know.”

 

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“Leaving, Mr. Grayson? You seem like the type who spends all night at the office.”

 

“Well, Tracy, I've gotta get some sleep sometime.”

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Lock up for me, will ya?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Dick drove his car to his apartment building. It was quite impressive, to say the least. Let's just say this was no place for the financially challenged. He took the elevator to his apartment, which was on the top floor. It had a balcony, which he often used for stargazing. He went inside, tossed down his briefcase, and sat down for a few minutes, and undid his ponytail, letting his long, black hair fall down. Then, he got up, and went to his room. He opened his wardrobe, which held all of his suits and coats.

 

He pushed them aside, revealing a black spandex suit with a blue bird emblazoned on the front. He put it on, and then slipped into the matching black boots that were on the floor next to it. He put on a pair of long, black gloves that blended right in with the suit. He also put on a utility belt. Lastly, he slipped a mask over his blue eyes, and looked in the mirror. `Here we go again,' he thought. And with that, he jumped out the window and into the night.

 

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Blowfish: That last part sort of came from nowhere. I felt the need to focus on Nightwing a bit, just for the hell of it. And as for the social that Rae has to go to, that is actually very important. You'll see. And sorry if I weirded anyone out with the “fry and tomato” analogy. I just came up with that off the top of my head, and—

 

Link: BLOOOWFIIIISH!

 

Blowfish: Crap, they're free.

 

Rogue: You will update your Zelda and X-Men: Evolution fics NOW! (grabs Blowfish without gloves, rendering her unconscious)

 

Link: (slings authoress over his shoulder) And remember everybody:

 

Rogue and Link: REVIEW! Seeya!

 

EDIT: Heh, turns out I forgot to make BB's burger a veggie burger. Fixed it.