Now this is going to be a different Teen Titans story. The names before they get their powers are not going to be their names from the comic books. So here's the name line up so far:

Lucas Jones—Beast Boy

Carly Short—Raven

Kevin von Browiak—Cyborg

Lucy Michels—Starfire

Brett Adams—Robin

Later on there will be:

Susan Powers—Terra

And…

Isabella Short—Cassidy

I don't Own Teen Titans. I own Cassidy.

Lucas's POV

My eyes cracked open to the rotten smell of rust. Now I don't know why I can smell rust. It just happened. One morning I smelled a rusted pipe in my house and told Dad and Mom. They looked at me strangely and then found the rusty pipe. They replaced it, though, the pipe.

I looked out to find that there were several, long pipes in my vision. Where was I?

I'm a little slow when it comes to places, but I could tell that something wasn't right.

Then, though I was slow, I realized that I was in a cage. A cage? Why was I in a cage? This was not cool.

Loneliness never suited me well. I always found a friend one way or another.

Also, I was always able to make myself known anywhere anytime. It's a quirky trait that I have.

"Hello?" I called out.

No answer.

I sat up. Gradually getting panicky, I yelled, "Hello! Anyone here? Anyone know why I'm in a cage? Anyone I can talk to? Hello! Anybody?"

I heard a groan in the cage next to me.

"Could you keep it down over there? I'm trying to sleep!" a voice—low and growly—said.

Overjoyed I got excited. "YEAH! I'm not alone!"

I paid for that dearly as the voice clearly had a foot. "I said SHUT UP!"

"Sorry!" I rubbed the back of my head, but felt something feathery. I was about to put some pressure on it when the voice came in again. "Don't put any pressure on that. There's still the sedative in that syringe."

"Oh, of course," my voice broke unexpectedly—I wasn't crying, but I was supposed to hit puberty any day now. "Who are you?"

"My name is Carly. Carly Short," the voice didn't sound male, I just now realized.

"I'm called Lucas Jones." Nodding my head, I smiled a little. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you," She sounded the type of girl who likes to be left alone often.

"So when did you get up?" I asked.

"I got up a while ago, but was so tired that I decided to go back to sleep."

"I've gotten up two or three minutes ago," I told Carly. "I have no clue as to why we are here." I was getting scared.

"Me neither," Carly said, almost as if not hearing what I had said.

"I kinda wish we were home," Placing my hand down, I sighed.

"I don't even know how long we were out," Carly moved closer into a light from the window on a far wall.

She had dark brown almost black hair, and dark blue eyes. She had on a dark brown T-shirt that hugged her sides a little too uncomfortably and too tight dark blue jeans. Her shoes were size-seven Sketchers sneakers.

"Aren't you in the least bit uncomfortable?" My eyebrows rose in concern.

"Really," Carly half-wheezed.

She sounded like it should be ignored, so I kept my mouth shut about the subject. "Anyway, I believe were out for a long time." I put my hand back where it was before I was warned.

I accidently gave myself a G-man slap because I thought I felt a fly. I felt where I slapped and realized Carly's warning was true. "Uh-oh!"

Carly was not pleased. "I told you not to apply any pressure on that syringe."

Gradually getting woozy, I was getting panicky as well. "Carly, what should I do?"

"Nothing, it's now in effect. I had done the same thing but…"

I couldn't hear anything else as I blacked out.