(AN:) This is mostly going to be Beast Boy and Raven in the beginning and half of the middle. Then the other half and ending will be Raven and Robin. Sorry my BBxRae fans! That's why I put it under Beast Boy and Raven for it's more of them then it is of Raven and Robin.

This story is fully dedicated to my sister Treskttn! I love you and I hope you enjoy this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

Let's see how I start off with this. Sorry for making it short. Review please!

Jump City located in San Francisco, California – home to hundreds, possibly thousands, of people. Every day, these people do what they want and can to survive the real world. Either the people lived the normal live with jobs, attending school or just staying at home. Whatever they were doing or did, it had the day go by easily.

Well, except one woman in particular. Her name was Rachel Roth, and she was currently living alone in a huge house. Before, she was a family of three, but first her mother died from being rape by her own father. Her name was Arella, and she was the nicest woman you would have ever met. The only thing in her eyes was care and love. But she didn't have any of that for her "husband" Trigon. Not after what he did to her.

Rachel never forgave her father on what he did to her mother. After the death of Arella, Trigon thought he'd start over with Rachel, but she had no intention of "getting to know the new him." It wasn't long until her father drank too much and committed suicide by hanging himself from the dining room fan. Rachel screamed when she came home from college one day and found her father just hanging there.

She was miserable the first week when it happened. She never wished for her father to do something like that, but looks like she didn't have the control to stop him. Rachel just hid in her room the entire week, looking at the photo albums her mother made or just hiding, hoping everything was just a dream and she'd soon wake up from it, seeing her parents watching television downstairs or talking with each other.

But it never worked like she hoped. Thanks to one special person who finally acted, he was able to keep Rachel herself alive and not think anything about performing suicide.

"Rachel, dear," A man knocked on Rachel's bedroom door, seeing it was the only room that light was coming from. "It's Steele, may I come in?"

"Uh," Rachel quickly wiped a sleeve over her eyes and pushed the books underneath her bed before climbing onto her desk chair and opening a novel she kept in front of the mirror. "Sure, you can now."

Steele, the old man that lived right across from her, walked in with a plate of rice with beans. "I thought you might be hungry, so I made you some food."

"Oh, Steele," Rachel said, getting up from her chair and taking the plate. "You didn't have to do that." She gave him a kiss on his check, "You know how I'm just not hungry anymore, but thank you anyways."

"Rachel," Steele called, placing his hands on the sides of Rachel's face. "Your mother put me in charge of you way before she left us." He moved his thumb back and forth on her check. "You're barley eating, and it's my entire fault." Rachel opened her mouth to say something but he shushed her. "Don't give me any excuses about your college and job, I raised a son and now have a grandson who is the same as you."

"Steele, please," Rachel said. "I don't want you to devote your life to me."

"Rachel Roth, I promised your mother, and a promise is what I'm going to keep," Steele winked at her before walking backwards towards her door. "Now, if you excuse me, I should get back to my house. I'm soon getting company, and I can't have the place a mess."

"If you need someone strong, you know I'm the right girl for you," Rachel yelled.

"Of course dear, you're ten times stronger than me," Steele called as he walked down the stairs and out the front door.

Rachel sighed; she couldn't believe she found such a nice man in the world. But he wasn't the only one. Speaking of which, she was going to see the other man in a few hours. Rachel looked at the time, it was already 10 P.M. If she wanted to get back to college tomorrow, she might as well head to bed now.

Rachel took the plate of food lying on her desk and went downstairs to put it in the kitchen. When turning on the light, she felt sorrow once again when seeing the pictures all around the house of her and her family in the past.

Especially all the magnets her father put up when she was just a little girl.

It only took Rachel three seconds to force herself to open the fridge door, place the rice among the other types of food she barely got to finish that Steele brought over, closed the door and shut all the lights off in the house as she raced back to her bedroom.