DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE TEEN TITANS! (sigh)
It had been twenty years since the Teen Titans had disbanded. Ten since the last time they had all gathered together for a reunion. And soon they would again-but now for a less than desirable cause. No matter how long the wait, or how disastrous the fights, it was 'Once a Titan, always a Titan.' And though it had been years since any had communicated with him, the seeming disappearance of Beast Boy was a grievous occasion indeed.
The second her plane touched down in the African airport Raven regretted it. The flight hadn't been the problem-no, her problem was the fact that she was always taking care of other peoples problems! So Beast Boy went AWOL. Hardly her concern. She hadn't spoken to him since the last Titans reunion, and that was ten years ago. Actually, she couldn't remember if she had even spoken to him at the last reunion. She probably hadn't... So why should she bother looking for the runt!? He's just off partying somewhere and didn't bother answering his communicator.
Starfire urged her pilot to go faster. She had been in Gotham City with her fiancé, preparing for their (extravagant, and definitely over-the-top) wedding when she had gotten the news. Of course she dropped everything and ran out here! Beast Boy was her friend, and that's what friends do, although she doubted he was in any real trouble. She knew of his propensity for mischief, yes, but she also knew how much he loved 'having fun'. He probably just forgot his communicator. Of course, she wasn't complaining about it right now; Nightwing had called the entire old team together because of it, and she hadn't seen Friend Raven or Friend Cyborg in ages!
The car streaked down the dusty dirt road, leaving a billowing plume in it's wake. The driver agonized over how much dirt must be coterie his 'baby' by now-quality paved roads weren't exactly in large supply in the middle of nowhere. He promised himself that his car would get a state of the art carwash when they got back home-preferably courtesy of the green twit that had unwittingly dragged them all out here in the first place! He just HAD to go missing and scare Nightwing silly, didn't he? Just like him too! When he got his hands on the little punk... Then again, Ro-Nightwing might have a point. Sure, BB might have a tendency to just leap before he looked, but usually a couple of weeks later they'd receive a call from an apologetic and more often than not embarrassed green changeling. It had been two months since B had last spoke to any of the Titans. Dragging his thoughts back to the road ahead, Cyborg grimly pushed his foot down on the pedal, and the car leapt ahead to whatever lay on store.
Nightwing cast a look at his communicator, wishing that it would ring already, that he could call off this manhunt before it ever really began. It remained ominously silent. He knew that besides Cyborg, nobody else seemed that worried about the errant animorph, and he knew why. It wasn't that unlike Beast Boy to just up and run off. And it wasn't the first time his team-his family-became concerned and began to search for him. But this was the longest he had gone without contact in at least some roundabout way from BB, and he didn't even have the excuse that he won a mission this time. He had called the changeling innumerable times, only to listen to his communicator keep ringing and ringing. The first week it was routine. The second week it was annoying. The first month was suspicious. And the end of the second month was the Stratham broke the camel's back. Something had happened Ro Beast Boy-and he'd be darned if he was just going to turn a blind eye to his brother just vanishing off of the face of the earth!