I don't own the Teen Titans, DC Universe, or the characters in it. This is strictly a work of fanfiction.
Synopsis: In an "What if?" Universe, Garfield Logan develops different powers than changing to different animals. Instead, he becomes a beast-like boy who can turn into his dangerous and powerful Protector. Now our favorite green teen is accused of being a violent monster, and Raven and Starfire are sent to investigate. The story is told from Raven's viewpoint unless marked otherwise. Understand some of her opinions will be false. In most cases, the Narrator corrects her misstatements. The narrator's words will be typed in bold/italic.
Title: The Big Green Monster?
A fanfiction story by Lar Lindor
Chapter One: Reprimands and Reminisces.
From Raven's Journal
My heart broke when He left today, Journal. Garth, Aqualad, whatever you call him has left the Teen Titans. The team persuades Garth is remain with the team at this time. It is my fault, too. What shall I do without my beloved Garth? I suppose I should explain further, even though it hurts to continue.
Garth and I joined the team on the same day. He and Robin supposedly were old friends. Actually, it was their mentors, Aqua Man and Batman who were acquainted. Well, I was attracted to Garth from the moment we met, and I think he felt something too. I'm sorry, Raven, but he thought you were creepy. Ouch, the truth hurts. His long dark hair and his muscular body kept me so distracted I could hardly meditate.
Five weeks after we joined the team, I asked Dream Boy out. Yes, I know I'm not beautiful, and lack in social graces. Yet I tried so hard to not be creepy, and to dress more…feminine. I did my best, but still the Prick turned me down. Oh, he was polite about it, but nice rejection is still rejection.
I was persistent, and kept trying to get his attention. You were stalking him,Raven. Fine then, I was stalking him. (Blasted interfering Narrator, how I hate him).
The team met and insisted I leave Garth alone, and be teammates only. They don't understand how much I love him! I hoped at least Starfire–the only other girl- would support me. After all, she too is in love, although I don't know what she sees in that Words DeletedRobin.
She didn't support me, though. She backed up Robin's every accusation. I don't care what the other Spoiled Monsters think of me. I really don't. What hurt me was Garth's glare of disapproval. He threatened right then and there to leave the team. That was unacceptable.
What else could I do? I promised to leave him alone unless he became attracted to me as well. He agreed. I did not intend to keep my promise however. What's the use of practicing magic if you can't use it to get what you want? Therefore, I prepared the ingredients for a love potion. It worked in a subtle way, and no one noticed his gradual change in attitude towards me. The other 3 were amazed two weeks later when Garth kissed me in the common room. Soon he began telling me (and the others) how he'd changed his mind completely about me. My plan was working.
There are limits to the type of spell I used. I could persuade him easily to some rigorous make out sessions. His will, however, prevailed when it came to intimacy. No spell or potion could coax Garth into my bedroom. Still I had my dear Water Boy in the palm of my hand. We were destined for a long, and I hoped, torrid, relationship.
Then all fell apart when that interfering Dr. Fate visited the team.
The thoughts of Garfield Logan, age 15
I'm cold, and I'm tired. You know, this should be a happy day. Today is my birthday. I'm 15. Yay, me! The truth is no one cares whether I'm dead or alive. It has been four months since my supposed "uncle" abandoned me out here. Where is here?
All I know is that I'm lost in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
I'm scared most of the time. If not for my Protector, I would have been killed by wild animals long ago. He brings me food, too, but I wish I could cook it. I suppose no one in the whole world cares that Garfield Logan turned 15 today. I know I'll die here, cold, and friendless.
I really, really miss my mom and dad. Why did they have to die when I was just a kid? Worse, I really don't get why the court gave me to "Uncle" Jedidiah Logan. I know he was nothing but a big fake.
There are good things here, of course. I found an old abandoned house deep in the forest. It was a dump, of course, but I've managed to fix it up some. Really, don't mind sharing it with the raccoon family. I have a way with some animals, but not with the big predators. Anyway, I've learned to use the fireplace, and the bed is, well, it is better than sleeping on the floor.
There is also a large lake nearby, and a clean stream that feeds it. I don't know how I'd have survived if I hadn't found cooking, and eating pots in the woods. There was even an axe and a knife. I fear that the former owners of these things got eaten by a bear or a cougar.
When it is warmer, I must make repairs to my house. I need warmer clothing too. Then my long, long green hair needs cutting, but I guess it isn't all that important. Winter is coming, and I have only my sweatshirt and these gym shorts. My green skin is no protection against cold, although I don't seem to need shoes.
Wonderful, the door just fell down (again). No more writing today.
(Some time later): I now return to my narrative. My woes almost make me wish for uncle's house. At least there, I was warm and fed. I also didn't have to wipe my butt with crunchy leaves after I pooped. That old harpy Ms. Foxx wasn't that bad of a tutor either. She was a rotten person, but a decent teacher.
I don't know what happened to make uncle abandon me here. He was always talking about my…inheritance, whatever that means. The day we left, he mumbled something about the police being on his tail. He said it was my fault. Anyway, I got left in the woods, and here I remain.
Two notes: Raven is, in this story, more ambitious and grasping. There is no Beast Boy on the team to take some of the edge off her personality.
Second, Garfield is only 15 for this chapter. His thoughts and writings are very disjointed. From age 11-15, he was a prisoner in his uncle's home. He did get a tutor, but the older lady was mean spirited, and sometimes abusive. At this point in his life, our green hero has very little to live for.
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