Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. If I did, Things Change would have ended much, much differently… probably involving a certain blonde headed geomancer coming back to the Titans.

"Come with me." He pleaded, his eyes filled with pain.

The blonde shook her head. "You go. You're the Titan. That's who you are. Not me," she answered. "I'm not a hero. I'm not out to save the world. I'm just a girl with a geometry test next hour and I haven't studied."

As Tara walked out of the classroom, her head was pounding. Saying she had failed her test would have been an understatement. Tara knew that her mind had been far from the test, not that she had studied for it anyway. No matter how she looked at it she was going to fail that test. What bothered her wasn't the fact that she failed it, rather how she failed it.

It hadn't been the first time the green changeling had appeared before her. The other times she had felt more annoyed than anything. Why was this time any different? His argument was the same as before; she was a Titan, she had lost her memory. But this time, there was something different about the way he spoke to her. It almost broke her heart.

Tara's thoughts were interrupted as a red head appeared before her.

"Hello!? Earth to Tara?" she questioned playfully, waving a hand before her friend's face. The blonde rolled her eyes as the girl backed away.

"Ugh, Megan! I told you not to do that!"

Megan laughed. "I'll stop when you stay on this planet!" she gibed, a friendly punch on the arm to accompany the joke. "So what sent you to the stars and back? Was it that green little freak again?" she questioned, her voice changing to a defensive timbre. "What was his name? Beast Boy? If you want him to leave you alone, I'll be more than happy to…"

Tara shook her head. "He's, not the problem… Beast Boy is just confused. He thinks I'm someone else, nothing more." The blonde looked out the window. She was someone else, someone he didn't know, and here he was wanting her to be some girl from his past; a titan. She couldn't do that.

That wasn't who she was.

"Well, if that's all settled…" the red head spoke again as she walked down the hallway, Tara in short tow. "So, how was the geometry test? I saw you cramming last hour."

Her eyelids closed as Tara brought the book in her hands up to her head. Ugh. She didn't even want to think about that. Not only did she have to deal with the troubling statement of the green shape shifter from before, but now she had an F in the one class she hated most. The last thing she wanted to do was repeat geometry in her Junior year.

Tara groaned. As if being a normal teenager wasn't hard enough--friends, family, school work-- Beast Boy comes in running to tell her she was some famous hero. As far as she was concerned, a normal life was hard enough.

"So, you're thinking, a 'D'?" Megan asked, completely oblivious to the internal turmoil her friend was facing.

"Worse. I'm thinking complete and epic failure," she complained, moving to her locker and fiddling with the locking device. "First I don't study, then he decides to show up and screw around with my head." The locker popped open, her books almost tumbling out on top of her. "Thank god it's Friday."

Her friend laughed. "Oh just think, one more month of school! Then we'll be out of here!" Megan exclaimed, a few papers flying out of her hands as she lifted her arms in celebration. Tara chuckled as her friend ungracefully tried to pick everything up out of the floor before the school of teenagers trampled over her hard day's work.

The red head quickly scrambled to pull the stray papers out of harm's way. Tara held back a laugh as Megan fell against the lockers, the mini scene in their discussion now an out-take. "So, what do you plan on doing for summer?"

"I really don't know yet. It's all kinda sketchy, you know, nothing's officially…"

Her friend nodded, silencing her explanation. "Say no more, I understand. I was just curious as to whether we could hang out this summer…"

Tara smiled. "Most definitely."

"Good," Megan smiled in return.

Tara's smile faded as her friend turned to pull her cell phone out of her skirt pocket. She finally had a friend, a decent breathing human being to be her friend. But something in the back of her mind told her to run away, to tell her that she was in fact going to be away all summer before she could get hurt. Tara quickly shook it away as she looked at the innocent girl quickly shut the cover of her phone, brought back to reality.

Tara slammed her locker door shut before turning to her friend. "Well, as much as I love talking to you, I've got an appointment with—"

"Oh yeah, sure!" the red head said delightfully. "I understand. So are we still on for Pizza and a Movie?"

The blonde looked baffled for a moment. She had completely forgotten about the plans 'they' had made for Saturday. Tara slapped her head, angry at herself. Meeting the grandparents could possibly be moved up a few hours, couldn't it? "Um, yeah. 7:00 at Piz?"

"Yep! Call if there's, you know, any problems."

"Yeah, I will." Tara agreed, pulling at the backpack on her shoulder.

"So, I'll see you Saturday!"

Tara nodded before she turned around, parting with her friend to begin the long trek home. Seriously, would it have killed her father to pick her up, or at least given her money for a cab? Her house was in a neighborhood half way across town. In fact, the walk home took her past the pizza hut, through the mall, and through three other neighborhoods; a good 45 minute to an hour walk. On rainy or just plain old bad days, Tara would hang out at the Mall until a parent would come to pick her up, but today was not one of those days. She needed to get home in order to get ready for…

A crash, a scream, a sudden blast in a wall before her, Tara was forced to stop. A Bank's front doors had been blasted open, throwing Tara harshly against the ground. What the hell was going on? The blonde quickly jumped to her feet, blue eyes quickly scanning the area. A mechanical spider? And Bigfoot? No, those were…

No, Tara. You're not a hero out to save the world. You aren't special. What can you do?

There it was; that ever familiar voice of hers. She felt that there was something she could do, she wanted to help – she just didn't know what to do. She was Tara Markov, sophomore student at Murakami High School. If anything, she was beyond normal. That was all she wanted… wasn't it?

Another blast and Tara was forced back to the ground. A police siren could be heard as the squadron lined up a blockade around the scene of the crime. The streets of Jump City had jumped to a standstill as the police took control. Tara found herself being forced out onto the street, towards the police, as the crowd tried to evacuate the area. As she left the crowd, Tara could finally see the scene of the crime unfolding before her. She had seen those villains before, and they didn't care about oncoming police back then either. The midget on a mechanical spider would easily disarm any police-electronic equipment while Bigfoot would continue his rampage. Bullets would be useless, as would radios if given a few more minutes. She felt like she should do something, but she knew she should run. Tara just stood there, her mind screaming to run, her leg's unable to move.

A tug at her arm pulled Tara back to reality. "You need to leave the premises before--"

"He can disarm all your systems from over there!" Tara yelled, cutting him short. The policeman looked at her obviously confused. She couldn't tell how she knew, she just did.

"Nonsense, it's just a bank robbery. We'll work calmly to get the hostages—"

She just would not let him finish a sentence. "Hostages!?"

The policeman flinched as he realized he spoke without thinking. Silently, he pulled Tara off of the scene and to the sidelines. Rage filled her body as she flew towards the police officer. A group of men managed to hold her back, only angering her more. "Listen! Those guys are whack jobs! Who knows what they'll do!"

The officer turned back towards her, eyes cold. "We have this under control…" A turn on his heels and he was barking orders to the uniformed men behind the barricade. Tara glared at him. She knew what she was talking about! Something had to be done!

If Beast Boy were here, he'd be telling her to go out and save them, like she had some sort of power. She wasn't the Titan he claimed she was. She was just a normal 15 year old girl who had failed her geometry test, now an innocent bystander to a bank robbery. She wasn't special. She just wanted to be a normal 15 year old girl…

Tara turned on her heels, and headed out of the now news crowded blockade. It was amazing how fast everyone had gathered at the spot, to punish criminals only the Titans had been known to handle. But the Titans were nowhere to be found. Tara had just watched them, or at least one of them, leave to another crime an hour ago. They wouldn't be here; they couldn't.

Her mind argued, but her body didn't listen. Tara quickly made her way to the closest convenience store, pulling from her backpack a very familiar pair of goggles…

A/N: Ok, so this is my first Teen Titans Fic, and yes I'm a Terra fan. Chapter isn't half as good as I wanted, but I think that will change with time. Please R&R, but I beg, no Terra bashing… yet. I'd prefer if you didn't bash her for stuff from the actual show. But don't worry, you will have reasons to bash later… she'll deserve them.

Terra: What do you mean 'I'll deserve them'?

TehDono: That's for you and my readers to find out.

SaitouLover: Yes, yes it is. =D

Notes: I want to take a quick moment to thank my Beta Reader, SaitouLover. Glad to have you along the long on our new Teen Titans Mission. Your input (and company) is much appreciated. I'd also like to thank my two partners in crime, my brother Wes, for helping me sort through characters of the DC Universe to find my evil villain (as well as other characters soon to appear) and my friend Zack, for our late night discussions involving this story, and helping me create a legitimate story for all of you to read. Without any of them, this story would just be a figment of my imagination.