Okay. This is the pomegranate princess speaking. Some of you may remember me as "wolfbat". Its been forever since I wrote anything teen titanish. I dare you to accuse me of copying your work. Go on. Cause I haven't read anything in six months about the teen titans. Anyway, I'm probably older than ALL of you…maybe not . But I was writing back in the day, when there were only 3000 stories instead of a billion like there are now. Therefore, I OWN YOU ALL! I OWN ALL PASTRIES AND POMEGRANATES AND QUINTUPLE LAYER CARROT CAKES! But I do not own the fuzzy penguins… no I do not. And this makes me sad 

I do not own the teen titans. Just in case anyone feels like suing someone who has no money. No really I don't. I am an undiscovered culinary genius. Who has no cash. I promise.

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I watched her. Not in a crazy, stalker-ish way. Just being observant. She's unusually quiet of late. I wish she would talk to me. I can see it in everything she does. She no longer trusts herself, it affects her powers, her personality. I didn't mean to hurt her, the way I did. So it was a cheap shot, so I should have backed down and let her win. But I just couldn't let that one go.

We were fighting, over Terra. Robin had discovered a way to free her from her stone self. I wanted to bring her back; she didn't. I don't know how it happened, we were yelling petty insults at each other and she called Terra some terrible things. She was really touchy when it came to Terra. Then again, so was I. She asked me why I wanted to resurrect Slade's bitch. I told her to shut up. She laughed.

"Do you think she'll come crawling back to you? Of course she will. And you will just let her walk right back into your life. And then she will leave you. Betray you." Her face hardened.

"SHUT UP!" I roared. I hadn't meant to hurt her. I just wanted to be big. Intimidating, something to make her leave me alone. Transformations for me are always different each time. All I knew was that I was looking down at her, the energy in her hands fading. Her face blanched, and she turned and ran down the stairs.

I flexed my new form. Wings, tail, claws fangs. It took me a good five minutes to realize what I actually was. I cursed myself, for what I had done. I had become a dragon, but worse, I had modeled myself after Malchior. I had done what she did to me, brought up a painful memory. But she in far worse I shape than I was.

She stopped talking to me after that. Today I watched her as she made her tea and sat down. She seemed so peaceful and tranquil as she stared out of the huge windows, absorbing the view from our tower.

"Please, sit down," she said suddenly. She gestured for me to join her. I didn't like tea, but this was the most she had said to me in an entire week. I sat down, and lifted my eyes to hers.

And saw big, cerulean eyes staring back at me. Blonde hair framed her face, and she giggled.

"Missed you," she murmured.

"Terra?" My voice was little more than a gasp. She nodded, and reached for my hand. I watched her face, mesmerized. Then, suddenly, the hand gripping mine became pale and thin. I saw Terra's face melt like wax, into her face, marred with her father's symbols. She opened her mouth, and screamed in agony as the marks burned further into her skin.

"RAV-" I stopped suddenly. Rubbing a hand across my eyes, I watched the girl next to me flutter her lashes as she awoke.

"Bad dream?" She said, sympathetically.

"Yeah." I stared at her for a long moment. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," she yawned. I wrapped her in my arms, but I couldn't get to sleep. Every night, the same dream. Well at least the fight was the same. Because that really did happen. After that night, she left the Tower. She had written a note and stuck it to the counter where we would all see it the next morning.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't stay. I need to find out what I should do with the rest of my life."

It wasn't signed. I never told what the rest of them what had transpired the night before. They assumed it was the aftermath of her father's attempted takeover that was depressing her.

I pulled the girl closer to me. Five years ago. After she left, we did end up bringing Terra back. The Titans had lasted three years after that; then it was a mutual agreement to go our separate ways.

I didn't ever think I'd end up like this. I checked the clock. 1:54 am. Less than 72 hours before the reunion. Robin had managed to track us all down and invite us back to the tower for a bit of atching up. I wondered whether she would show up.

"Raven," I whispered.

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Okay. Should I beat myself with a Louisiana license plate until my brains fall out or should I continue? IF YOU ARE CONFUSED about the dream, the fight was the only thing happened in real life, which is what BB's dream is centered around. Any comments besides "it suked" would be appreciated. If you are going to insult my writing, at least spell correctly. Next chapter? I betcha wanna know what BBs job is! If you love me, you will tell me to continue. And I will send you a hedgehog. Not really. The hedgehogs are mine. You can't have one. No, you can't. Go on. Review! Or the hedgehogs will seek their revenge, and set small acorn bombs in your pillowcases while you sleep. Wow. I can't even think normally right now… but I bet you could tell that. Who reads these author notes at the end anyway? Probably not you. I bet you stopped at 'acorn' didn't you? That's right.