Story: A Little Piece of Heaven
Chapter: 1/?
Author: The Last Kitten -aka- Koneko-chan
Genre: Teen Titans/Justice League/X-Men Crossover
Paring: Robin/Raven, Beast Boy/Tara, Storm/Logan, Scott/Jean, OFC/OC; also other semi parings (Slash and Het)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans…or The Justice League…sniff…or…tear… X-Men. I don't own any of the characters and I am making no money off of this fic. I'm just a BROKE ASS Otaku. I don't own anything of value to anyone other than myself.
Author's Note: I LOVE these shows and every time I watch them the same giant plot bunnies assault me, flinging ideas and dreams that won't go away. Soooo I finally sat down and wrote the fic. I'm not sure whether or not the Robin from Teen Titans is the Robin who goes on to become Night Wing, but for the purposes of this fic's plot we are going to say he is. I paired Robin and Raven because they both seem to have a sort of alluring darkness inside of them and I think they will go well together. I also paired Storm and Logan because THEY ARE MY TWO FAVORITE X-MEN AND THEY SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN TOGETHER YEARS AGO! Ahem…breathing… the other parings are just how the plot bunnies dictated them to me…AT KNIFE POINT. They're dangerous and organized!
Also, I'm throwing away and/or changing some of the histories of the main characters. I did some research and well…this is my universe in this fic. Please don't nit-pick the details of this story as compared to the real comic/cartoon/movie universe. Love it or hate it for its own sake.
AN 2: I'd like to give a big smack on the back to my Beta, "The Mad Scientist". She is the almighty environmental science major.
AN 3: "" Means talking.
'' Means thinking.
oooooooooo Means a scene change.
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Prologue
(Mother of Mercy Hospital, New York NY November 30, 1996, 11:45pm)
A scream echoed through the halls of the hospital. It had been twenty hours of labor and counting when the nurse left the room to speak with the doctor.
"I don't understand! She's been fully dilated for seven hours, and we even gave her labor inducing medication, but the baby won't come out." She spoke in an urgent whisper, almost in tears. Both she and the doctor were at their wits end. The woman's water had broken nearly twenty hours ago and they had tried everything, including a C-section, to get the baby out. The woman's stomach simply wouldn't cut. They'd dulled three scalpels before they gave up.
"She's one of those…those mutants isn't she? Oh God! What are we going to do?" The nurse finally broke down in tears and the doctor put a hand on her shoulder.
"Excusa," a small voice from behind them spoke. The woman's husband was crying and holding his hat in his hands.
"My wife…is she…is she going to…and my baby." He tried to compose himself and wiped tiredly at his tears. "She's a good woman and… and my little girl. My little girl…." The man suddenly lost all sobriety. He fell to his knees in the hallway as he heard his wife scream again. The doctor knelt down in front of him and put a hand on the crying man's shoulder.
"I swear to you that we will do everything in our power to save your wife and your baby." He shook him slightly. "I swear."
The three of them took a moment to gather themselves before they turned and went back into the room with the wailing woman.
Outside the hospital was chaos. The worst storm in twenty years was bearing down on New York. The rain whipped in every direction, pelting everyone and everything with buckets of freezing cold water. The seas battered the coast and reached inland to cover several seaside homes and businesses. Some waves reached over a hundred feet high but managed to brake before they reached Staten Island.
'Little one….' The doctor leaned in close to the woman's swollen misshapen belly. 'Little one… I know you can here me. Speak to me.' He placed a hand on the woman's stomach. Her face was covered in tears and sweat, and she bit her bottom lip as she tried not to scream.
'I hear you.'
'What's wrong? Why won't you come out? You don't want to cause your mommy anymore pain do you? Why not come out so your mommy and daddy know that you're alright.'
'I know what you are…but…do you know what I am?'
'Yes, and being a mutant does not mean that we don't have the right to live.'
'…I'm not a mutant.'
The woman was suddenly very calm as all emotion drained from her face. Her husband and the nurse began backing away. The doctor closed his eyes and his nose began to bleed as he laid his head on the woman's womb.
'What would you do,' the woman's stomach slowly began to move, 'if you knew something…if you knew something really bad was going to happen?'
The doctor's nose began bleeding heavier and blood began to seep from his eyes.
'If you know the future you can still change it.'
'Can you? What if you knew that you would be an instrument in this tragedy?'
"The future is not set in stone." The doctor's knees began to shake.
'This future is….'
The doctor collapsed on the floor, blood poring from every orifice in his head.
'Even if I kill this woman you call my mother…even if I am still inside of her… I will not die. I will not die.' The doctor coughed up a mouth full of blood.
'I will live to see this terrible future…but you will not.'
At 12:00am a team of nurses fought to revive a doctor, and a man held his newborn daughter in his arms. The baby did not cry when she was born but her parents did. Her mother looked out the window and gasped at the number of stars, normally invisible, over the smoggy city. The skies were clear, the seas were calm, and New York was quiet.
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(The X-Mansion; Rochester, NY; October 1, 2006, 12:00am)
Long white hair spilled over the edge of the bed as Ororo Monroe tossed and turned. The nightmares were getting worse.
"Storm? Storm…Storm!"
The lightning hit him so fast he didn't even see it as it slammed him in to the wall.
"Owwwwwh! Anyone get the plate number of that truck." Logan stumbled as he stood.
"Logan! I am sorry! I did not mean to…. Here let me help you."
Ororo helped Logan to the bed and pulled a bottle of water from her mini fridge.
"Some nightmare you were having there, Storm. I heard you all the way in my room two floors down. The kids were terrified." Logan held the cold bottle to his head.
"I am so sorry Logan. How did you all know it was me?"
"Well the hurricane outside kinda tipped us off."
Ororo looked down at her hands neatly folded in her lap.
"Again I apologize. Do you remember the dreams I told you about," she asked hesitantly.
Logan nodded.
"Well, they have been getting worse these last few days." She covered her eyes briefly with her hand and took a breath as she smoothed her hair behind her ear.
"Tonight was the worst one yet. I was a child…but I was not in Cairo. I was in a jungle somewhere…still in Africa I think. I lived in a cave and dressed in skins. There was a woman with deep chocolate skin and long braided hair." She chuckled softly. "It was green and thick." Ororo stared off into space and her vision blurred as tears began to form.
"She was beautiful and I think…I think she was my mother." Logan put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Ororo covered her eyes again as she leaned in to him and continued speaking.
"It was all so real…and I remember that her stomach was big and round," she smiled as she wiped away the tears. "I would put my head on her belly and listen for the baby. Once it kicked me." They both laughed. "Sometimes her stomach looked huge, then it would look small…it was strange." Suddenly Ororo stopped speaking and her hands went limp in her lap.
"Storm…you ok?" Logan took hold of her shoulders and turned her to look into his eyes but she wouldn't meet his gaze. Her eyes were turning white and her face was completely devoid of emotion.
"One day I came back to the cave and mommy was on the ground." She was whispering now.
"Mommy? I thought you said it was a dream." Her eyes were completely white now and her head lulled back at a strange angle.
"She wasn't moving and he…she…it was kneeling over her trying to wake her. It touched her hair and licked her cheek, but she didn't move. I was beginning to feel cold inside." Tears began to fall from the blank eyes and the wind began to whistle as it picked up speed outside.
"It was our fa…our…and I was holding…." Ororo stood slowly as if in a trance and Logan tried to grab hold of her arm but was shocked and thrown backwards off the bed by a jolt of electricity. He sat on the floor stunned for a moment. The electricity hadn't come from an open window like last time. It had come directly from Ororo. He stood slowly and followed her to her balcony.
Now there was thunder and lightning ripping through the sky. Logan tried again to grab hold of her shoulders and this time he did. He shook her gently but his attention was soon drawn to the fields just beyond the gates of the mansion. His eyes widened as a monstrous tornado touched down.
"She was on the ground and…he couldn't…she wouldn't wake up."
Logan could hear the children screaming downstairs and suddenly Rogue Gambit Scott Jean and the professor came barreling in to the room. When they opened the door a cyclone of wind filled the room. Everything went flying including the bed the fridge and the X-men.
"Logan," Scott yelled, "What the hell did you do?"
"It wasn't me you jack ass," he yelled back.
The whole house shook and no one in the room could get their footing. With her face toward the sky Storm began to rise off the floor and Logan held tight to her shoulders. He screamed her name but it was hardly audible over the wind. Rogue tried to block Gambit and the professor from flying debris and Jean shielded Scott, but neither could keep their feet on the ground. The professor tried to reach out to Storm with his mind but a blinding pain forced him to stop.
"…Another child," her voice seemed to ripple and echo through the room, "…there was another child…."
Everything stopped. The wind inside and out stopped. The tornado dissipated, the lightning thunder and rain all stopped, and Storm collapsed. Logan caught her as he landed in a crouch. She was limp and for a moment he couldn't tell if she was breathing. He held her lips close to his cheek and he could feel warm shallow breaths coming from her softly open mouth. He gave a small sigh of relief and looked down at her expressionless sleeping face. He frowned at the tears that escaped her eyes. Rogue picked up the professor from where he'd landed and sat him back in his chair. The room was a wreck but Rogue cleared a path and he slowly wheeled himself over to the couple on the floor.
"Jean?" Scott made his way over to his wife. "Jean, are you ok?" He bent down and touched her arm. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was shaking violently. She slowly looked up at him, "…Scott."
"What happened to her professor," Logan whispered looking up in to his eyes.
"I don't know Logan," he paused, "but what I felt was not the power of a mutant."
Logan looked confused. "What the hell do you mean not the power of a mutant? Storm just damn near blew away half of New York and she's a…"
"No Logan," Jean interrupted. Scott supported his wife as Gambit stepped aside narrowing his eyes. They all noticed her terrible shaking. "What he means is that that power didn't feel…human."
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(Titan Tower; San Francisco CA; November 30, 2006, 9:00pm)
"Beast Boy?"
"Friend, awaken!"
"Yo BB! Rise and Shine man!"
"What are you doing out here?"
The Teen Titans, adorned in various colors of pajamas and fuzzy slippers, all stared and poked their green friend as he stood statue still on the roof of Titan Tower. Robin was becoming more worried with every minute his friend didn't move. Beast Boy stood stock-still, hands at his sides, and face turned up towards the night sky. Robin looked up and his mouth dropped open. He'd never seen this many stars in any hemisphere before and suddenly something occurred to him.
"Cyborg check your compass for me. Which way is Beast Boy facing?"
Cyborg held up his arm and a little glowing screen popped up. "West, why?"
"Ugh, guys." Raven sounded nervous.
The Titans turned and looked around in shock. They were surrounded by dozens of animals.
"How did we not notice them," Robin whispered.
Dozens of birds, cats, dogs, snakes, bats, raccoons, rats, and every other creature living in the city sat in dead silence around the roof. Starfire took a step back and heard a crunch. She looked down and let out a horrified squeal. Soon all the Titans began shrieking and hopping around. The entire roof floor was crawling with bugs.
Robin looked at Beast Boy and watched the bugs crawling slowly up and down his legs. They didn't seem to be crawling any higher than his waste and there were so many of them Robin couldn't even make out his pajama pants. Slowly and carefully Robin made his way around to face Beast Boy. Staring at the expressionless green face he noticed that his eyes were closed. Hesitantly Robin lifted his bare hands to Beast Boy's face. Everyone held there breath as Robin's fingers neared the green cheeks. Then like lightning Beast Boy was awake and Robin was lifted off the ground with a hand around his throat. The Titans rushed to help their leader but they all stopped short, suddenly very afraid of their usually goofy friend. Beast Boy's eyes were glowing a strange bluish green that seemed to illuminate the whole roof. His hair had grown out to hang near his waist and he'd grown a whole foot taller.
"Where is she?" His voice rippled and echoed through the air as confusion joined the Titan's expressions.
"Where is she," he asked again, voice completely calm. This time though, his voice hurt their ears. It wasn't the volume, the words were barely above a whisper, but it hurt none the less. Robin struggled in his grasp trying to breathe under the vice-like grip. His vision had just begun to go dark when Beast Boy spoke again.
"I want her back…I want them…I want…." Tears began flowing down his cheeks as he blinked and staggered, dropping Robin to shake and cough on the bug covered cement.
Suddenly there was a great uproar of squeaks and squawks and howls as the animals began to retreat. Even the bugs began to fly and crawl back to their homes.
Beast Boy swayed, slightly unsteady on his feet, and looked back up at the sky. His eyes returned to their normal emerald green as both cloud and smog hid the stars. Finally his knees gave out on him and Cyborg caught him before his head hit the hard roof floor. The Titans gathered around their friend and gave each other questioning glances.
"What the heck was that," Cyborg yelled.
Robin just looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and frowned as he watched the tears slip out of his eyes.
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