A/N: Hey guys! I had written this story a while ago with an ex-friend from the site. I went over the past chapters and decided I could do better. After clearing it with her, my friend gave me permission to use her old characters. This is the first chapter of the rewritten works and I hope you all enjoy! At this point, I have no time frame as to how often I will be posting chapters due to me being in university. I will post when I am able! Hope you guys enjoy

Teen Titans

New Kids on the Block

Chapter 1

Home Sweet New Home

The sun shone brightly in the clear September sky. White, fluffy clouds floated lazily along, pushed by a slight breeze. The last days of summer vacation were finally here, and many families were out together, soaking up that last little bit of sunshine for their tans, enjoying their last few days of unbridled freedom before returning to the daily grind of school and work. The air was filled with the sounds of grilling steaks, laughing children and singing birds.

The rumble of the U-Haul van was barely noticed by the summer patrons as it drove down the small paved road and pulled into the driveway of 247 Jefferson Avenue, the air brakes hissing loudly as it came to a stop. A small black Honda Civic came rolling up next to it and parked with much less noise.

Phoenix Spitfire sighed as he unfolded his six-foot frame out from the small car. He really didn't want to be here. Glancing at his father, who was climbing down from the U-Haul cab, he asked, "Tell me again why you thought it was a good idea to uproot your happy family from their happy lives and move to the middle of nowhere?"

Julian gave his son a reproachful glance. "We've been over this time and again Phoenix. I was given a promotion at work. The promotion involved me taking up the head of Jump City Police Department due to the Titans disbanding a few years ago." He grunted as he shoved the hatch of the truck open, revealing all of their furniture. "Besides, a change is as good as a rest." He lowered the ramp and began handing some of the smaller boxes to his son, who took them with a sigh. "Try and look at the bright side of this will you – please?"

Rolling his eyes and heading towards the house with an armful of boxes, Phoenix simply walked through the closed door as if it didn't exist, leaving his father grumbling loudly outside. He grinned and put the boxes down before unlocking the double oak doors and walked back outside.

"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to do that? You may have the ability of phasing through objects but that doesn't mean you have to do it every chance you get!" Julian snapped as he walked past. "How you got that ability from a girl who is barely even related to you is beyond me."

Grinning all the more, Phoenix grabbed some more small boxes and put them into the house in their proper rooms. One of the things he was most looking forward to was that this house had a sound studio in the upper loft. At least he'd be able to make music without disturbing anyone.

Before long, the whole truck was unloaded and Phoenix's mother, Chloe, had arrived and was beginning to re-organize everything into its proper place. Phoenix had finished unpacking his room, had set up the recording studio and was now playing guitar. His guitar – a custom black Fender Stratocaster with two humbuckers and copper hardware – was his life. His fingers flew effortlessly across the fretboard, hitting chords and riffs, bending strings for solos. He barely even noticed his father standing in the doorway until he spoke. "Hey, I need you to come with me to the U-Haul depot."

Phoenix jumped a little, his hand scraping the fretboard, making a loud noise. "Yeah, sure. Just gimme a minute to shut this down and I'll be right out." He began turning off his equipment and put the guitar back into a wall hanger. Popping into his room, he grabbed his car keys from the dresser and went out to the garage, where he found his father waiting. "Ready to go?" he asked, opening the garage door.

"Yeah, I guess," Phoenix said, not really caring. He'd rather be upstairs playing guitar and writing music, but his mother was still busy organizing the house. "Let's go." He climbed into his Civic and started it up, waiting for the U-Haul to move out of his way. His iPod turned on as he shifted the car into reverse. He drove along tapping the wheel in time with the various drum grooves. It was a fairly short drive and they got there without running into too much traffic.

He stopped at the depot and waited for his father to climb into the front seat next to him. No sooner had he done so did Phoenix do a fast 360 and pull back out onto the freeway. "PHOENIX!" his father snapped. "We've discussed this before."

"Yes Dad, I know," Phoenix snapped back. "Now you know how it feels to have something done to you that you don't like." He stared out the windshield and said nothing more to his father.

Julian sighed. "You'll be fine Phoenix. You make friends easily enough and school starts in a couple more days. You'll like it here, I know you will."

Phoenix merely grunted in reply as he took the turn back onto their street. Pulling into the garage, he shut off the car, grabbed his iPod and went back upstairs to the studio and shut the door with a loud thud.

Chloe looked up as her husband came into the kitchen. "Teenage angst kicking in?" she asked with a sympathetic smile. She put her towel down on the countertop and turned to look at him, leaning against the edge of the sink.

"You have no idea," Julian sighed as he sat down at the table. "I need a stiff one."

"You'll have to make a run to the store tomorrow for that then," Chloe said sheepishly as she showed him the empty bottle of rum they had left from the beginning of the move in. "I kinda finished it off."

Julian rolled his eyes. "Of course you did."

Meanwhile, Phoenix was playing away on the drum set they had brought – a white Yamaha Stage Custom. He made adjustments as he played, moving cymbals to a better position, raising the height of the hi-hats for a better sound, adjusting the tension of the double kick pedal. Before long, he had it set up in a way that flowed with his open-handed drumming style. His headphones were on and he was cranking his metal playlist that had artists like Disturbed, Pantera, Children of Bodom, and the Big Four of thrash – Metallica, Anthrax, Megadeth and Slayer. He was in the zone, and the beats just poured out of him like water from a burst tap.

The door to the studio opened and Julian came in and leaned up against the wall, waiting for his son to acknowledge his presence. When the headphones finally came off and the sticks were put down, he spoke. "It's 10:00 bud. Time to put a stop to it for tonight. Go get some sleep. We've got to get you registered for your courses tomorrow."

"Yeah, whatever," Phoenix said, running a hand through his sweaty black hair. "I'll see you in the morning." He moved past his father and went into the bathroom to do his pre-bed routine.

Julian sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day and went into the master bathroom and got ready for bed as well. He too had a big ahead of him tomorrow – meeting his fellow officers. Chloe was already in bed, breathing softly, so he did his best to be quiet so as not to wake her.

Phoenix dug through a box in his room, attempting to find his alarm clock. After much effort, he finally found the beat up old clock and set it for 6:30 AM. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed into bed and shut off his lamp, wishing to be back at home… and his dreams took him there.