A/N: I am soooo sorry...

Look, I didn't plan on rewriting this, or taking this long to upload, but I got caught up writing another thing (my actual book) and I came back to this and couldn't bring myself to finish the first one. I didn't really have a plan and the writing could've been a bit better (to me). So here we go, I have a plan, and I'm gonna stick to it and not let you guys down! So it's gonna be kinda different now, and Terra's in it! (Sorry if ya don't like her, I'm probably shipping her with Aqualad [TT], but I wanted to put her in).

Red: I do not own the Teen Titans or Young Justice, but I do own my OC's that won't be in it until towards the end. (Don't kill me, I really like OC's.)

(Starfire's Pov)

I used to know what goodbye meant. When I was younger I mean. Younger and didn't know better.

Goodbye meant I'll be back tonight, or tomorrow, or next week. Goodbye meant you're going to see me again. I could count the days of a goodbye on my fingers. Goodbyes were never forever. Forever was too long. I couldn't count to forever on my fingers. I couldn't count to it at all. So I disregarded it.

But what did not goodbye mean? What did it mean when someone left without a goodbye, or hugs and kisses, or even a sign telling where they went. Did that mean they'd be back? Could you count the days of a not goodbye on your fingers? On your fingers and your toes? Was a not goodbye forever?

How long is forever?

"What an interesting question Miss. Anders." I look up startled at the rest of the snickering class, caught in the sharp glare of my college professor. I blush, looking back down at my book and shuffling my feet slightly.

"Sorry." She chuckles slightly, condescending, and walks up to the front of the class. Forever, she writes in big and white, so clear that I have to see it. Have to face it.

"No... No... You've already asked. Tell me class, what marks a forever." She crosses her arms, staring sharply at our class. If it had been a few years ago, I would've said a note left by our oh so fearless leader. Oh so fearless he was not. If he was, he would've at least dared to tell us in person that he'd be gone. It all started with a call from Batman, then we started seeing Robin less and less, then there was the note. Telling us he was going on a mission. ONE mission. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years, Robin never did return. With him went Kid Flash, Speedy, and the Titan spirit. There were no more Titans by then, just left behind and dragged through the mud super powered beings who had no idea what they were doing. And that was four years ago.

"Hm... No answers I see," the bell rings loudly as she looks up at it with distaste. I expect her to do her usual 'the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do," speech, but she doesn't. "Class dismissed."

I reach down, gripping my bag tightly with both hands, and walk slowly out of her room and towards my apartment. It isn't that big, barely enough room for me to get around, but now that I don't fly, I don't need any room. My apartment building hovers under The Chancemens Bell, a brass monster built by the first inhibitors of the town, the Chancemens. They built it as a sign of good luck, but as I've heard, it hasn't rang in forever. The bell hasn't rung in forever, the titans haven't been together in forever, how long is forever?

I successfully push my door open, toppling to the floor in utter exhaustion that seems to hit me randomly. I open my eyes, spying a brown box pushed under my couch. I crawl over to it, pulling it out from its hiding place, and position it on my knees.

"I haven't gone through this in a while." I unlatch the clip, pulling the cover off to reveal my old titans costume, my communicator, and a photo album. I rub my fingers along the cool edge of the photo album before pulling it out fully. The picture on the front, it was taken one of the day we weren't out saving the world. Robin and Cyborg looked to be arguing, Raven had Beastboy in a tendril of magic, Terra was trying to free him, and there I stood, smiling to the camera. So oblivious, so naive, so stupid. Looking at it now, I wonder how I even thought we'd work out in the end. We were always fighting.

But the next picture, taken a cold day in December, slowly fills my stomach with a warm feeling despite the blistering cold I must've felt when it was taken. Cyborg wore a scarf and hat, laughing as he held a plate of 6 mugs with hot chocolate in them. Terra floated on a rock, placing the star on the top of the tree while Robin and I busily stocked the tree with ornaments. Raven was sitting on the couch, covered in a blanket with a sleeping cat Beast Boy on her lap. Of course I thought we'd work out. We were perfect together. How could everything have changed so quickly? Was it my fault? Was it anyone's fault?

The next picture makes my mouth curl into a scowl. It was me and Robin, on the 4th of July, smiling into the camera and looking like someone had just told us we won an award. Yes, it was his fault. All of their faults. If it hadn't been for Robin, Speedy, and Kid Flash, we'd still be together.

I try to get the bitter taste of betrayal out of my mouth, and it only goes away when my communicators starts to ring. I jump, and stare at it in slight fear. Why is it going off like this? I assume it's just a malfunction, but it doesn't stop after a few minutes. I reach out and pull it out of the box, flipping it open.

"Hello?" Sure enough, Raven's frantic face shows up on the screen. Her hair is curled, and has grown down past her shoulders. She adorns a white cape, with the hood pulled down so that I can clearly see her frantic face.

"Starfire. Get to the tower. Now." She demands. I give her a confused look.

"Raven, is everything okay?" She shakes her head, eyes gazing to the left.

"No, listen, just get to the tower." I start to feel panicked, and I shut my memory box, the lid dropping with a loud bang.

"Okay, let me just get packed-"

"No time! It's an emergency just-" I can't hear the rest of what she says as suddenly the sound of glass shattering enters my ears. At first I think it's just my window, but upon further inspection I realize the whole wall has fallen. "Shit! Star! Run!" The debris clears and I am able to see 4 completely black robots with no faces and little slits where mouths would be. The place where eyes should be is just empty sockets with little red orbs in them. They point their guns, charging them, when I leap forward and do something I hadn't done in 4 years. I shoot a starbolt at them.

Two of the robots fly backwards while the other two start shooting feverishly. I attempt to use my armbands to deflect the blasts, but soon realize I'm not even wearing them.

"Not good." I dive out the way, grabbing the box with my Titans stuff and fly between the two robots. It's a miracle in itself that I don't get shot. One of the robots grabs the back of my hoodie, and I yelp, trying to wrench free of its grasp.

"Now's not the time! Just get rid of it." Throwing all caution to the wind, I heat up, skin glowing brightly, and burn my shirt and pants. I must look an absolute riot, flying in nothing but my panties and bra. But I have no time to think about that. I take off, flying in the direction of Jump, and hoping I'll get there in time.

"Please let my friends be okay." I whisper, flying out of Chancetown and over the ocean.

A/N: Again, I'm sorry for discontinuing the first version. If you'd like to read those 15 chapters then by all means go ahead, I didn't delete it. I just didn't really know where I was going with it and it seemed a little too all over the place for me. I'll finish this one, I promise. Red out!