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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Titans, Glee, or anything owned by DC Comics, Warner Bros, or Fox. If I did, I'd be like a billionaire, and if I wanted a particular plot to happen, I would just pay a bunch of money so that it'd really happen, so THERE.

Chapter One

Rachel Berry walked through a dark alley, in Jump City, California. She'd left Lima behind, along with everyone in it. Friends, family, no one would ever accept her, not after what she had become... After what had happened, she could never go back.

One month prior, Regionals

The mash up had gone into 'Don't Stop Believing', almost definitely their best number.

Just a small town girl...

Livin' in a lonely world...

She took the midnight train goin' anywhere...

Just a city boy...

Born and raised in South Detroit...

He took th-

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEAK!

The audience looked for the source of the ominous sound. New Directions kept singing, like it had never happened. Rachel managed both at once and soon found it: A huge speaker, mounted right above her, swaying slightly. She took no note of it: It was probably just vibrating from all the sound waves, or something.

But she was wrong. With one loud snap, one of the cables holding it up broke.

"Rachel!" Finn shouted, "MOVE!" But Rachel Berry didn't move. She stood there like a deer caught in head lights, her brown eyes wide as the speaker, still attached to a power cable, crashed down on her, still pumping out the background music.

One week later, Lima Medical Center

Rachel's eyes fluttered open to see two faces she absolutely adored: her two fathers, Gary and Ian.

"Rachel! You're awake! Oh, thank God you're alright!" Gary smothered her in a hug.

"D-Daddy," The brunette gasped, "I can't breathe!" Her father let go, and his expression turned sheepish.

"Oh, I'm sososo sorry! We've just been so worried," He explained, "Rachel, the speaker fell on you seven days ago. You've been out for a week."

Rachel's chocolate eye's widened in shock, and you could practically see the questions forming.

"What happened with regionals? Is Finn okay? Are we going to sue? Because I feel perfectly fine, Dad, and you don't need to bring your law firm into-"

"Rachel," Ian said, gripping her firmly by the shoulders, "Nobody won at regionals. After what happened, everyone was sent home. Finn is perfectly fine: He wanted to stay with you, but his mother made him go back to school. We aren't going to sue, because look at you: Not even a scratch, you probably were just shocked into a comatose state."

"Okay, dad. Thanks. When can I go back to school? Everyone's probably freaking out, and I don't want them to worry."

Gary smiled. "Well, I'm the doctor here, and I say you can go back as soon as tomorrow."

Rachel squealed, wrapping her arms around him, even tighter than he had hugged her.

The Next Day, Before Glee

Everyone stared at Rachel as she walked through the hall, and she knew it wasn't because of her cap-sleeved collared shirt and charcoal gray sweatervest combo. She simply smiled, making her way to the glee room.

She smoothed out her red plaid skirt, pulled up her white knee socks, knocked a bit of dirt off of her patent leather mary-janes, fiddled with her broad black head band, and swung open the heavy wooden doors.

"Good morning, New Directions!" She chirped bubbly. The others stared in awe.

"Rachel!" Finn leaped from his seat, and pulled her into a tight hug. "How are you back? I mean, I'm happy, but how aren't you-

Rachel cut him off. "I don't know, I just didn't get hurt, I guess. According to Daddy, I was just shocked into a comatose state. I'm one-hundred percent fine!"

"We're all glad to have you back, Rachel. How about we work on a little something to celebrate Rachel's swift recovery, and, oh, I don't know, another year of Glee Club!" Everyone cheered.

"Rachel, you can take your pick. Show tunes, rock, pop, anything." Mr. Schuester said. Rachel grinned.

"Actually, Mr. Schue, could we warm up first? Apparently I was out for a week, so I'll be a bit rusty." The olive-skinned girl asked politely. He nodded, conducting them into a few scales. Rachel was a bit shakey at first, but soon she was back to belting the notes with ease. In her excitement, she went as many octaves high as she could, as loud as she could. She went just a touch higher, and something odd started to happen:

Her voice, so high it rivaled the sound of a small, pealing bell, was causing the whole room to shake. The windows, Coach Sylvester's trophy case, even the face on Mr. Schue's watch shattered. The stone floor cracked. The other students covered there ears in the fear that their eardrums would burst. When she realized what she was doing, she slapped both hands over her mouth. The other gleeks looked up at her, some in terror and fear, others in awe. Rachel felt her own eyes water, and sprinted from the room. No one stopped her.

Present Day, Jump City, California

"No! Get away!" Rachel turned. A ways down the alley, a woman in a suit was surrounded by a group of not-too-friendly looking men. Some carried knives, others no weapon but their bear hands.

"And why would I want to do that?" The largest man, probably the leader, moved closer. Rachel approached him.

"Leave that poor woman alone!" She cried, and the gang turned to face her.

"Look at this boys, another one. Well, the more the merrier, the say." He grinned devilishly. Rachel glared, and began to sing, fighting for a higher and higher note.

The leader laughed, and walked up to her, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. "What a pretty little songbird." As they laughed, Rachel mimed plugging her ears to the business woman. As soon as her ears were safe, she reached that golden note, her only chance. As she belted it, the windows of the skyscrapers around them burst into a million glittering pieces. Closing her eyes, Rachel sang louder. The pavement began to crack, and a dumpster behind her buckled and shook. Once they were at their knees, she stopped. The gang was unconscious, curled into balls, covered in miniscule shards of sparkling glass.

Rachel walked toward the woman, glass crunching under her feet. "M'am, are you okay?" She pulled her to her feet.

"Thank you, thank you so much! I don't know what would've happened if.. if..." The woman burst into tears. Rachel put her arm around her, in an attempt to comfort the woman.

"DUDE! That was totally AWESOME!" Rachel turned to see a green boy, clad in a magenta and black jumpsuit. Standing by him was a girl in a hooded cloak, the cloak shielding her entire body, other than a small portion of her face, and her violet eyes, which somehow penetrated the shadow cast by her hood. There was also a black haired, masked boy, wearing what seemed to be a traffic-light-themed costume, an African-American robot man, and an orange skinned red head clad in purple. Traffic-light boy outstretched his black-gloved hand.

"Hello, my name's Robin. Would you like to join our team?"

End Chapter One

Okay, it probably wasn't that good, but I just wanted to get this chapter up, before I forgot what I was doing. Thanks for reading! If you like it, I've got another chapter on the way, but I'll only update if I get at least two reviews. Eikyuu, signing off!