Okay, here's the drift: I do not at all own any part of the Teen Titans story. That is completely and entirely copyright to (insert whoever you choose, depending on if you prefer the comic or the cartoon series) and I mean no infringement upon that right. I am making no money from this. I have my own brain and original idea for that.

However, I don't not claim the plotline, and non-TT related characters. I love them much.

Reviews, perhaps?

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Prologue

It was a warm December night. Warm as in Africa warm, where a figure was hurrying home. He pushed through the force of jungle vines that met him just after he met the beaten path leading from the nearest village, where he worked, to his home. His wife was there, he knew, for he'd kissed her goodbye but a half hour before. But he didn't know that she wasn't alone. He opened the door, thatched like the doors of the villager's huts, so unlike the center of technology that his house contained. Test tubes and beakers, all keenly labeled and organized, were set on the table, and the man smiled slight as he shook his head. So Marie had brought home her work again. He closed the door behind him and called his wife's name in cheerful announcement that he was home. But no answer came, and Mark narrowed his eyes. "Marie? Mar-'

His words were cut off, though, as a shadow one corner shifted to another. Mark gripped his briefcase tightly, taking a step forward.

"Who are you?"

A pair of gleaming eyes stared back at him, and after a slit second, another pair joined them.

"I think you know who we are, Dr. Logan"

The man seemed to relax slightly, though in the darkness of the faded light, even by the oil lamps that hung from the ceiling, it was hard to tell. "Where's Marie?"

"Oh, you needn't worry, Dr. Logan. Dr. Marie Logan is fine." The shadows seemed to shift, implying a guesture towards a chair where Marie slept soundly. "She was that way when we arrived"

"Besides," the other pair of eyes spoke for the first time, the voice softer and feminine to contrast the male tones of the first set of eyes. "We've always told you that we have no wish for harming you. Please forgive us if we are hesitant. You of all people must know how to lose a child."

Mark's eyes grew sorrowful for a moment, then he turned back to Marie. He walked over and kneeled next to her, gently massaging her shoulder to wake her up.

"Wha-?" She grumbled sleepily, until she caught sight of the two pairs of eyes in the shadowed corner. She sat up, but Mark's hand still on her shoulder kept her down.

"Good rest, Mrs. Logan." The first voice said politely.

"Thank you.." She muttered a bit wearily, but at the same time, warily.

The second voice cleared her throat in a business-like manner, then proceeded to what Mark assumed was the reason for their coming. "Under...cercumstances, otherwise irrelevent, the Counsel has best...best decided that the transaction decided unto you is of more urgency to take im-immediate action upon."

It took Marie a moment to decipher her artificial words. "Immediate action? You mean-"

The male voice cut her off. "Garr will be arriving within a few minutes" There was no hiding the carefulness of his tone. He was holding back his emotions, as he was sworn to do.

Mark and Marie looked at each other, unsure whether to be happy for themselves or sad for the opposite couple. "Look, if-"

"He is here." With the words that cut painfully into the Logans' hearts with the terrible absense of emotion, as if the sorrow had driven the last of itself out, a silhouetted hand appeared ogainst the night outside their window. It knocked sharply, but softly, and Mark hurried over to open the window. A green monkey slid into the room, carrying a bundle. Carefully, perhaps reluctantly even, it offered it's load to Mark, who took it gently and carried it back to stand by Marie. The monkey slid back into the shadows, to become yet another pair of eyes peering out from the darkness.

Mark and Marie looked with softened gazes at the little bundle, from which a small, green face of the child was exposed, eyes closed lightly and gentle breathing steady in his slumber.

Marie tore her eyes away from the child to look up at the eyes, and her fear seemed to have faded in new resolve to protect and love the little being in her husband's cradling arms. "But...how will we explain-?"

The shadows shifted again as the figure shrouded by them guestured to the oddly-colored monkey. The primate slid forward into the light, offering in its hand a small vial. "Give this to him when he is of the age of seven. It will...erase his memory of his-of our world and replace it with a new one. He will recall our friend here, but as a wild animal infecting him through a bite with a virus called sakutia. He will remember you two giving him a serum to save him, and that it's effects produced his skin tone and abilities."

Mark looked up at this. "What of the other villagers' children? Surely we can't keep him in here until then?"

One pair of eyes moved, their owner shaking her head lightly. "No." The monkey produced a small box, and Marie took it as well as the vial. "No. This may be used until Garr has reached the age of seven to hide his skin in public. There is enough to last you until then. "

Mark and Marie glanced at the kit and at their new son, but when they glanced back up, the pair of beings shrouded in shadows had moved closer to the window.

"One more thing. The two of us, outside of the Counsel, request that you keep his name. You are not required to, of course, but..." The pair glanced at each other, and when they looked back, the Logans could see no longer representatives of the Counsel, but instead two parents, parents sacrificing their child. The Logans turned to each other as one, but when they looked back, two small figures were already flying away in the forms ot two green tropical birds and a violet one.

"Garfield."

"What?" Mark turned to look at his wife.

"His name is Garfield. Gar Logan."