Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I do however, own the names "Tempest" and "Lord Drockord" and may not be used without my permission. This story is a reflection of how the Teen Titans would be run if I were in charge.

Note to readers All Teen Titans are the age of 18 now, because I said so. Also, Terra has been savedand is back on the team, so deal with that fact as well.

CH1: The Un-expected Storm

Looking through the window, Raven couldn't concentrate on anything but the feeling of dread that mysteriously came upon her in a dream and had lingered long after she was awake.

It was in the late-night hours now, and an un-predicted storm had crept over the city of Gotham and was ready to engulf Titans Tower with all it's fury.

"Weather-men" she thought. "Their predictions are as thoughtless as their salaries."

However, as wrong as the expectations for the nights weather might have been, she found it hard to believe that anyone could have missed a storm of this caliber. It was getting increasingly stronger and closer by the minute.

She was unsure if her feelings were a result of the approaching storm. After all, the tower as well as the city have been able to withstand more powerful storms in the past. She didn't put it in the back of her mind, though. As a Titan, she learned quickly enough to always keep your mind open to the threats an opponent may be hiding. This storm may not be as bad now, but it was far from over.

Regardless of that, this feeling was not a welcome visitor.

Normally she would have been able to control this like any other time before. But despite meditation, reading and some spiritual food, it would not give in. She even tried to watch TV or play one of Beast Boys video games out of desperation.

She left the window and sat back down on the sofa where she picked up her book and tried once again to read. Her attempt proved to be as futile as the first.

"What is wrong with me?" she said aloud as she slammed the book shut. "Why can't I do this like all the other times before?"

But before she could think any more about it, a buzzer went off and the main computer came to life with a brilliance that was un-expected.

Raven rushed over to the computer, typed in some commands and was given an instant reply.

The computer alerted that one of the motion sensors outside the tower had been triggered. It brought up the video footage but as hard as she tried, Raven couldn't get a clear view. It was human, and from what she could tell, it was severely injured. They were moving at a slow, cautious pace with an obvious limp in their walk.

As Raven hurried to the main entrance, she couldn't help but wonder why someone would come to them for medical aid. As good as the towers medical facilities were, they still weren't as good as any hospital in Gotham.

She got to the door in a heart-beat and punched in her validation code. The door hissed open revealing the strange figure already waiting there. They were on their hands and knees with one arm wrapped around their stomach, and the sounds of their excruciating pain could not be drowned out by the storm. Every deep inhale was responded by a restrained groan. This they tried masking, but it proved useless.

Raven got on one knee and tried to get a look at their face, but their head had dropped down making it out of sight.

"What's wrong? What happened to you?" Raven asked in the most helpful tone she could muster.

No response.

"I'm here to help you." she tried.

Still no response.

"Here, let's at least get you out of this storm."

But as Raven reached out to them, their head snapped up revealing an icy-blue glow from where their eyes should be!

Raven jumped back in shock and immediately assumed her defensive position, but something was different this time. Attackers would either tone down their attack or surrender completely when facing her this way. It was well known that you'd better take extra caution when Ravens eyes turned white and her hands covered with dark energy just waiting for her deadly commands. But that blue glow continued to pierce the darkness and if anything made Raven want to tone down.

Nevertheless, Raven held her ground and waited for an attack. The attack never came, but something happened that she didn't expect.

The blue glow went dark and the strange person fell to the ground.

Not knowing if this was serious or if they were luring her into a trap, Raven approached with extreme caution. She examined the body, discovering that it was a guy and that he was indeed badly wounded.

With the feeling of him being a threat gone, Raven hurried to the nearest intercom.

"Robin, Cyborg, I need you both down here as quickly as possible."

Within minutes, both Titans appeared looking extremely tired but ready for anything.

"What's wrong?" Robin asked between a yawn.

"This guy came here. I don't know who he is, but he's pretty beat up." Raven replied as she directed them to him.

Cyborg lowered his arm and began checking his vitals.

"I'd say pretty beat up is putting it mildly. It looks like this guy went a couple rounds with a meat grinder." Cyborg claimed as he gently picked him up. "We need to help this guy out, pronto!"

As carefully and quickly as they could, the three Titans carried the strange boy to their medical room.

"Severe cuts, 2nd degree burns, internal bleeding, broken ribs…"

The way Cyborg was reciting the injuries sounded more like he was checking a grocery list.

"Raven, can you fix these?" Robin asked. He was now fully awake and his talking had sped up substantially.

"Most of them."

Closing her eyes, Raven lowered her hands and started to chant. Her hands glowed radiantly as the wounds were fixed and the cuts closed. She found it harder for her to cure him than any other person before, but she shrugged it off thinking it was his severe condition that was causing it.

After concluding, Raven backed away to let Cyborg double check the boys vitals.

"Looks like you took care of pretty much everything, Raven" he said with satisfaction. "But he's lost a lot of blood."

After hooking up the boy to a couple machines and some other necessities, the three Titans left.

"Any idea who he is or where he came from?" Robin asked.

"I'm still trying to figure out how he got here in that condition." responded Cyborg.

"And he didn't speak a word when he was awake" Raven added.

"Well, I'm sure he won't spare any details when he becomes conscious." Robin said. "Are you sure he'll be okay?"

Cyborg nodded confidently.

"My scanners don't lie, man. But right now, they're telling me that it's time to hit the sack."

Robin and Cyborg left, leaving Raven alone with nothing but her thoughts.

"So many questions and no answers. What hurt him? Why did he come here? Who is he? And what was that glow coming from his eyes?"

Knowing that simply thinking about it wouldn't solve anything, Raven ventured to the kitchen. She fixed herself a hot cup of herbal tea and sat down.

"Well, at least that feeling has passed." she thought.

But this didn't prevent her from concerned about it. She still didn't know what brought it about. She decided not to dwell on it, taking another sip of her tea.

Looking out the window, she noticed the dark but surprisingly clear sky. The stars shined with all their brilliance and not a cloud was there to intrude.

"Interesting." she thought. "It's almost as if the storm never came."