A/N: Alright, I know, I know, I hate Terra's guts but I figured she had more to the story than we know. I really should have been doing my homework instead of writing this but oh well. It's in Terra's point of view, a year after her "death". Please review, I'm not too confident right now due to some things that have been going on so I do hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.
Nothing is written in stone. A funny phrase for a spirit trapped inside one. I guess you can consider me dead, a ghost. It really doesn't matter. All that does Is that for once in my life I'm fee from all the mistakes I made while living. If I could, I'd go back and change everything, no matter what I said in the past.
Control was the only thing I wanted at the time, something I thought the Titans couldn't give me. How foolish I had been, thinking a psychopath held the answers. Everything I needed I had and I'd been too blind to see it. A home, friends, a real life, it was right there for me to take. I'd give anything for a second chance. Though I'd wasted all my prior chances, maybe the next one would be different.
"So what would you give? Your life? But you already have. Ah, the irony if you gave up your control," a mellow voice cajoled from inside my head. It seem to come from nowhere, the chords of its words like the light breeze that came to my tomb every so often.
"Then take it. Let me return. I can regain it again," I whispered to it. If I had been flesh and blood again, this would have been extremely awkward to anyone walking by. My only visitors here had been the Titans, all at first, then just Beast Boy accompanied by Raven.
"A deal. I decrease the strength of your powers and the amount of time you spend alive again depends upon that hair clip. If it breaks, your new life goes with it. Do not be foolish and think that as your only limit. You cannot stay longer than you did originally, even if your clip is still intact. When you died, you died. So long and good luck…" The voice came at me, piercing from all directions, chills running down my spine. Wait! I had a spine again! My eyes drifted downwards, noticing everything as it had been, small, skinny frame with golden hair and clothes twice my size. I was alive again and it was time to set things right. And if I was where I thought I was, I had a date with a giant scorpion.
After trekking out of the underground areas where my tomb had been located, I finally emerged in the valley where I had first met the Titans. How I had I found the scorpion in the first place? What had caused it to attack me? Why…
A sharp pain started to grow from my back to my neck, a gloved hand darting to feel the spot. The touch of my skin against the slick armor of the giant scorpion. So it did attack me first, not vice versa. Sprinting, I ran through the twists and turns that were still familiar to me, finally trapping it and bringing down the archway of stone above me onto its body. It twitched, jerking back and forth rapidly.
As if on cue, I feel myself levitating up to the ledge the teenage team stood on, the rocks comfortable beneath my feet. Stepping out, my heart felt sore. I had betrayed all of them last time and I know better now than to do it again. The same offer comes to me and I take advantage of the chance to actually understand them better than the first time. There are so many benefits to reliving things, but guilt and sorrow are the price to pay.
My first chance to change things comes quickly. After eating, showering, cleaning, and napping, a certain green titan comes looking for me. Now I knew better than to go run down to the seaside where our conversation had happened. If that never happened, he'd never know I couldn't control my powers until Robin discovered it.
"Terra? You've been acting kinda spacey. You okay?" Beast Boy startled me from where I sat on the couch. I guess he saw me. With him talking to me… oh no, the conversation would happen!
"Oh, sorry, just thinking," I sighed. I hadn't meant to, but every part of me seemed to relax around Beast boy. My mind flashed back to the look on his face before I was trapped in the stone. Above all things, I remember that he was crying and it was me that caused him so much pain. If I didn't let him get close to me, maybe it wouldn't be as hard for anyone. Then again, death is hard for everyone.
"Okay," Beast Boy smiled at me, his goofy grin enough to make me burst out laughing, but I restrained myself. In doing so, the earth shook beneath me. Great. He knew.
"Don't tell," I instantly blurted and instantly regretted. Surprise, surprise, when had this happened before? My face suddenly felt hot all of a sudden and I realized I was blushing.
"What was that?" Beast Boy gasped, staring at me wide-eyed. My eyes jumped down to my tan boots, admiring their ability to make my enormous feet look small.
"I'm sorry."
"That was you? Your powers… you can't control them, can you?" Beast Boy deducted. I nodded and he calmed down, resting a hand on my shoulder. No matter how much I liked his touch, I had to stop. I couldn't fall again. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. I promise."
"Alright. I oughta get some rest. 'Night, Beast Boy," I half-smiled, laying down on the couch and curling up in the blanket the changeling had brought me earlier.
" 'Night Terra," he turned his back on me, something I had been very accustomed to during my first time around. Tomorrow was the true test though. It would be my first encounter with Slade.
A/N 2: Alright. That's it for now. It might be a while before I update due to the fact that I haven't got everything written out yet but I've got some plans. Please review, just no flames. And sorry if Terra's a bit out of character but I would think her to have changed from all she went through.