this is kind something ive had on file for quite some time…its pretty long and I'm not totally done with it but its pretty good (in my opinion) also I dnt know how to do Remy's accent very well so bear with me…unless I get some serious advice I'm considering dropping it altogether.

anyway this is an AU X-men Evo and Teen Titans Crossover so hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Garfield Logan rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, staring at the crack of light that came from under the door. His stomach was so empty that it felt like it was trying to eat itself but the young man ignored the pain. Quietly he shifted position to keep his legs from loosing feeling, a silver of light fell on his light green hands and he flexed them into fists. A week in this little room hadn't made him loose any sharpness in his senses. He was supposed to be released today; he just had to be patient.

Finally the door rattled loudly and it opened slowly revealing the blinding sunlight. A guard appeared in front of the door. "Alright mutie, get outta there and get to your barracks."

Gar sprang to his feet and was off like a shot. He left the guard looking after him, shaking his head slightly. In two minutes he'd reached the big building that he lived in. Skidding to a stop he rapped on the door four times. It opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled him inside, slamming the door afterward.

"Quel dans l'enfer est erroné avec vous?"(1)

"Chill Remy, I'm fine other than the fact that I can't feel my arms now."

The man released his friend and folded his arms over his chest, "What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"Gar…"

"Okay, okay! Some idiot threw a rock and it hit me in the eye so I yelled at him. The guards decided to haul me off and put me in the cell for a week. What's the big deal?"

Remy Lebeau's red and black eyes hardened, "Kurt got ten lashes for asking about you."

"What? Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Where is he?"

"Over there."

Gar sprinted over to what was usually his bed. But at the moment a furry, blue, elf-like young man occupied it. He was lying on his stomach with his head hanging over the side of the bed; large red welts covered his back. "If you two do not shut up I'm going to strangle you." he growled as Gar approached.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't know… "

"Gehen Sie zur Hölle." (2)

"If you're going to cuss me out at least do it in English."

Kurt Wagner raised his head, his yellow eyes glowed eerily. "I am not talking to you."

The green teenager waited a few more minutes but Kurt still ignored him. He sighed and pulled out his little bag from underneath his bed. Rummaging around inside he found a large ball of rags that he had collected, he glanced at Remy and the man nodded to a bucket of water before leaving the building. Gar dipped twenty of the rags into the water and carefully began laying them on his friend's back, over the welts. "I'm really sorry Kurt."

"Not talking."

"Are you going to forgive me? I don't know how long I can stand you not talking to me."

Kurt sighed heavily and turned his head to look at his friend, "You are forgiven, but you must promise me that you will be more careful in the future. If we are ever going to get out of here we have to survive."

"I promise."

"Danke mein freud." (3)

Gar smiled and glanced up as Remy walked in, "What's up?"

"They brought in another truckload. They're going to house them in here since the new barracks aren't finished yet."

"How many?"

"Maybe eight or so."

Gar started to reply but his sensitive ears suddenly picked up on a roar from outside. It sounded like a wounded animal howling. The sound was cut short with a loud yelp. Kurt pushed himself up on his elbows and watched the door attentively. Gar looked at Remy and put a finger to his lips, indicating someone was coming.

Suddenly the door to the building burst open and a young man of about nineteen fell to his hands and knees. He had black hair with pale skin. He looked up at the three occupants and his blue eyes widened, scrambling to his feet and took off at a run towards the opposite wall. Just before he crashed into it his body turned into a puff of black smoke and he vanished.

"Holy crap, what the heck was that?" Gar wondered.

Seconds later ten guards stormed into the room. Remy kicked Gar's pack under the bed, out of sight and stood in front of Kurt protectively. "He went through the wall."

"Secure the perimeter. Activate the electrical field. You two get out here and help us look."

Gar and Remy followed obediently while Kurt remained on the bed.

Outside a group of mutants were crowded around the body of a fallen girl with red hair. Gar sniffed the air and caught the tangy scent of blood. He growled low in his chest and took a step towards the new mutants. One of the girls jumped to her feet and spread her arms protectively as if to stop him, "Leave her alone!"

"I'm not going to hurt her. I'm one of you." Gar waited, praying she wouldn't cause a scene.

Finally the girl lowered her arms and stepped aside so Gar could see the girl lying on the ground, curled in a ball. He knelt down and carefully felt up and down her sides, searching for broken ribs and tender areas. "Where did they hit her?"

"All over." the answer came from a silver-haired boy who had a pale-faced girl pulled into his chest. The two were obviously related. "She tried to use her powers and they stared kicking and hitting her really hard until she passed out."

Gar bit his lip and gently patted the girl's cheeks. She moaned and opened her eyes slowly, "Am I dead?"

"Sorry kid, you're not that lucky just yet. Don't sit up, you've got some really bad bruising on your sides and-."

A guard slammed the butt of his rifle into Gar's spine causing him to yelp loudly and fall forward. He rolled over and shifted into a crouched position, growling loudly.

"Get these prisoners into the barracks. And no trouble." the guard ordered before shouldering past Remy and into the main office of the camp.

Gar tried to leap at the man but Remy caught him and held on tight, "Leave it mon ami. (4) We need to help the girl." he paused as Gar quit thrashing, "You done?"

"I'm done."

"Good, now help Remy get this one to bed. The rest of you get everything you brought with you, you're going to need it."

When they went into the barrack the pale-faced girl screamed when she saw Kurt and buried her face into her brother's chest, sobbing. The young man winced as he got off the bed. He waved away Remy's attempts to help him and limped over to shut the door as the rest of the mutants trickled in. "What is wrong with the girl?" he asked, pointing to the redhead in Gar's arms.

"The guards subdued her." the changeling replied laying the girl down on an empty bed. He looked around the barracks. There were seven new mutants sitting and standing around the room, each of them looking terrified out of their minds. With a sigh he stood to address them.

"Look, I know you're all scared and you've got a right to be. But right now we've got to work. Put your stuff under the beds against the wall or the guards will take everything. You're going to get two pairs of pants, a shirt and a sweater. The blankets are already on the beds, there aren't any pillows. We get two meals a day and a 'snack' at noon. If you're late you don't get food."

"Are they going to kill us?" a boy of about fourteen asked.

Remy shook his head, "No, they can do just about anything to us but they can't kill us. Remy hate to have to tell you this on your first day here but it's for your safety; girls do not go out of the barracks alone. Always have one of the guys within sight. The guards aren't supposed to do anything to you and most of them won't even look at you but it's always better safe than sorry."

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. Remy hurried to hide the bags while Gar answered the door. Outside was Logan, one of the older mutants who sometimes got special favors from the guards. He had a black-clad body thrown over his shoulder and when he walked into the room everyone went silent. He strode over to a bed and put the young man on it; he surveyed the group then looked at Remy, "Big groups are harder to move."

"Oui but you know as well as Remy that they can't be left and there may be advantages."

Logan snorted and looked at Kurt, "You alright there Elf?"

"Ja, (5) I will be fine."

"Good." Now he turned his iron gaze on Gar, "Stay outta trouble kid." With that he left, closing the door behind him.

The group let out a collective sigh and began claiming their beds. Remy and Gar sat on theirs to prevent anyone from taking them. Belongings were stored and the room settled into quiet. Kurt lay back down and dozed, his tail flipping onto the floor. Gar climbed down from the top bunk and crouched by the redhead. The girl who'd protected her earlier was sitting beside her, humming quietly and stroking her hair.

"She's in pain."

Gar blinked and looked up. Earlier he hadn't had a chance to look the girl over, now he let his eyes roam her face. She had long purple hair that reached down past her shoulders, it was dirty and tangled. Her eyes were a shade darker than her hair and seemed to show everything and nothing at the same time. Her skin was light grey as if she hadn't gotten enough sun, in the middle of her forehead there was a red gem that sparkled in the dim light. Gar returned his attention to the unconscious girl on the bed. "How can you tell?"

"I'm an empath and even with the control devices I can still feel everything." She carefully brushed loose hair from the girl's brow. "I've never felt so much terror in one place before."

"It's a prison camp, what were you expecting?"

The girl looked at him, "You are hard to read. Your fear is buried deep within."

"I've got more important things to think about. Besides fear only clouds your judgment and I need to be crystal clear if I ever want to be a free man again."

"…I am Raven Roth."

"Garfield Logan. Do you know any of the others' names?"

Raven looked around at the pitiful group. "I do not know the one who escaped, he didn't speak to us. Those two are Wanda and Pietro, they're twins I think. The younger ones are Holly and Todd. That's Rogue and this is Rahne." Again she looked at the injured girl that lay, whimpering quietly on the bed. Her purple eyes wavered, "If only I could heal her…"

"You're a healer?"

"Yes, I take the pain of others, draw it into my own body and deflect it onto others or absorb it."

Gar blinked in surprise, "Anything else I should know?"

"I am telepathic and telekinetic. Not that it matters with these devices on." She fingered the control collar around her slim throat. "And you? Why were you sent here?"

"You mean other than being green all over? I'm an animal shape-shifter; as long as it's existed I can turn into it. Remy got caught breaking into a house. He can make the energy inside objects explode. He explained it all to me but it didn't really make sense."

"And your blue friend?"

Gar glanced at Kurt who was out like a light. He felt a twinge of guilt for the scars that crisscrossed the German's strong back. "As far as I know his only real power is teleportation but he can stick to walls, do just about anything with his tail, and he's a trained acrobat. They found him in a circus, murdered his adoptive parents and brought him here."

"And where are you from?"

"I was born in the States but I grew up in Africa. My parents died on a research trip there. I got captured by a couple of poachers five years ago and they brought me here."

"How long have you been here?"

"Almost two years I think. Remy's been here five and Kurt got here two months before me. And you?"

Raven didn't get the chance to answer. A loud bell began to ring causing almost everyone to jump. Remy calmed them down and told them to get in line to go to dinner. Gar rose and cast a look at the girl called Rahne, "She won't get any food." he murmured to Remy.

"She can have mine." the silver-haired boy piped up.

"Pietro, your metabolism…" his sister said softly.

"It's okay Wanda, I'm not going to be running anywhere for awhile. I'll be fine."

Remy gently woke Kurt up and helped him to his feet, "Alright, everyone follow me."

(1) what the hell is wrong with you?

(2) Go to hell

(3) thank you my friend

(4) my friend

(5) the German equivalent to 'yes'

hope you liked it! any help with accents tips or any helpful critism is nice. i like flames they're funny :D