This is what you call a 'meantime fic'. It's what I've been writing when Tales of the Closet was giving me a hard time, you know, ideas and all. Anyway, this is not my main story, so I've been putting less time and thought into it, don't expect it to turn into much.

Just your average Back to School fic. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Chapter One: Old Endings, New Beginnings

It was two days before the new school year started and the streets were as busy as ever; people of all ages walking and driving throughout the metropolis known as Jump City, visiting stores, walking around or just hanging out with friends. Out of the numerous cars driving in the busy city streets, no one even noticed the green sedan driving through the busy city streets. Inside it, the two passengers; a mother and her daughter were both quiet. The mother, who looked remarkably young; with shoulder length jet black hair, two plain grey eyes and a completely white attire composed of a tight shirt and pants, showing off her figure stopped at a red stop light and turned to her daughter which was riding shotgun

"I think it'll be great living here, far away from all the noise and messes at Metropolis, don't you?"

"Yeah, until dad's goons find us again" replied the girl. She looked the exact opposite of her mother, wearing dark baggy jeans, a black hoodie with a white Fix me and get fixed

written on it. Her hair was like her mother's; shoulder length, black and smooth.

"Honestly, Rachel-"started the mother, she was cut off by her daughter's glare

"Don't call me that" she hissed "That's what he named me, you know my name" the elder woman sighed

"Raven" she said "I know the past two years were hard on us, but we just have to put up with it, you know?" she couldn't see the sad look in her daughter's eyes, as she was preoccupied by the road ahead. The girl suddenly turned to her mother, forcing a little smile on her grey lips

"Maybe Jump City will be the turning point" she said, trying to sound hopeful "Maybe he won't find us here, maybe we won't have to move again" her mother smiled to herself

"Positive thinking, Raven, that's all we need" she said and caressed her daughter's hair

"We'll also need to make another right turn, mother, we missed the police station" the woman chuckled.

As the two glass doors leading into the station opened, the girl and her mother were astounded by the amount of people in there, or lack of it.

"The crime rate in this city must be really low" said her mother and smiled, a city with a low profile would suit them best. She addressed the receptionist while her daughter took a seat on a black iron net chair.

"How can I help you?" asked the woman. She had waist length brown hair, a pair of circular glasses and a kind face. Black uniform covered in white armor were used to cover her body, and the large red gun that rested on her waist

"Uh, yes, hi" started the mother "We're the…" she was trying to remember the new last name that was given to them by the F.B.I's witness protection program "We're the Roth's" the woman typed something on the grey keyboard of her computer, and a few seconds later, addressed the mother once again

"Sergeant Mylo is waiting for you at room 28, have a nice day" she said and smiled kindly

"Thank you" she said and smiled back, then turned towards the girl, who was preoccupied with her large brown book

"Raven" she said "Come on" the girl snapped out of her book, slamming it shut, but keeping her finger inside as a marker, got up and followed her mother in the long white and blue corridor, she once again opened her book, walking alongside her mother, she bumped into someone; a teen, whose mother was walking by

"Uh, sorry" she said. The boy turned his head towards her

"Damn straight you sh-"he got elbowed by his mother and stopped "Err, I mean, no problem" he rephrased and kept walking. Raven heard his mother growling at him, and him frowning. At the sound of his voice, the girl cringed, it didn't sound normal, like it was mechanical, as if he were a robot. She waved that feeling off and kept going down the hallway.

As they knocked on the door, another officer, dressed just like the receptionist, but also wearing a white armor mask, lead them into their seats, two large leather armchairs, in front of them, on a brown swivel chair sat Sergeant Mylo Duval. He was a large man in his mid 40's, he wore standard police uniform; blue pants and a bright blue shirt with his badge on it, an old revolver pistol resting in a waist holster, and a cup of coffee resting between his pudgy fingers

"You must be…" he sorted through a pile of papers on his desk "Arella and Raven Jameson" the two women looked at each other and nodded in unison

"I understand that your husband's henchmen uncovered your last hiding spot Ma'am?" he asked and took a sip of his coffee. Arella nodded

"But it wasn't our fault" she started "They stalked people at Raven's –"the policeman dismissed her with a wave of his hand

"We're not looking for people to blame, just to make you safe" he said. Arella smiled at him

"Do you think we'll be safe in this city?" she asked him. He nodded while taking another sip of his coffee and handed them a file

"These are your new identities" he began and placed his coffee cup on the desk

"From now on, you'll be known as Sarah Roth, you're the new nurse at the Jump City hospital" Arella's eyes widened

"But I don't know anything about-" she exclaimed

"That's why we're sending you to nurse school. You'll also receive a monthly addition of money to your bank account every month, it won't be much, but it'll suffice you two" he turned to face Raven

"Your request to keep your real name was accepted" he handed her an ID card "Welcome, Raven Roth. You're an eleventh grade student in Wayne High, a transfer student from Metropolis, we've even sent some of our undercover officers to spread rumors about your arrival"

"Do I get a red carpet and a private jet too?" she asked sarcastically. The two officers standing at the door entrance chuckled

"I have a question; what about school supplies?" asked Arella "I mean, you can't expect us to buy everything in just two days"

"Everything's ready at your new apartment, relax" He motioned towards the two officers

"They'll take you to your new place" he told the two women "And one of our men will send your car there. Settle in, unwind for a bit" the two got up, thanked him and left, the two officers behind them.

(S)

In another room, just a few steps away from the room Raven and her mother were at. Another scene took place. A very tall old man was standing in front of a metal table on the other side of which were an elder woman, who seemed very worried, and a teen boy. The man was wearing a black two-part suit with orange interior

"As I was saying, Mrs. Xavier, even the Gothem juvenile section was having problems with Fredrick-"he was cut off

"Red" hissed the youth "I'm not Fredrick, not Fred, just Red. Got it?" he hissed in his metallic voice. The old man didn't even flinch, but the boy's mother panicked

"You'll have to excuse him, Mr. Wilson, he's a bit touchy about his name" she said and glared at her son

"Please, Mrs. Xavier, you can call me Slade" he replied. His voice was smooth and deep, the teen shifted in his seat

"Back on topic" he said, sensing uncomfortable "You said you had something to tell us"

"Ah, yes" answered the old man "I've taken great interest in your case, Red. You seem to be a bit on the wild side, causing mayhem and chaos wherever you're at"

"I'm not a villain or something" he said defensively "I'm just a thief"

"I know that, Red. And I also know that you can be changed, reformed if you please" all he got from the boy was a cold long stare

"I don't need a Zen master" he shot at the man. Slade's eyes narrowed

"It's either that or the juvenile institute" he said at last. At the sound of those words, Red twitched

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. Slade chuckled

"All I want you to do is come to my school and learn Mr. Xavier, just learn"

"You know? That juvenile institute doesn't sound like much of a bad idea…" he was elbowed by his mother

"Red!" she growled and looked at Mr. Wilson, smiling "We'll take your offer Mister Wilson, thank you so much"

"I expect to see you Wednesday morning, Red. Have a nice day" he said. The woman and the teen got out of the room, and out of the station. As soon as their feet touched the pavement, a young boy on a skateboard nearly ran them over, keeping up a high speed and cruising down the street. Red swore at him and was elbowed once again by his mother, rubbing his waist; he kept walking along with her

(S)

"We're not gonna take it…No! We ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it, anymore…" sang the skateboarder, the iPod's (TM.) headphones stuck in his ears. He was about fifteen, pretty short for his age, but that didn't seem to bother him. He wore blue jeans, white sneakers and a green T-shirt that said Johnny Blaze. His hair, black and spiky, was covered in neon green stripes and two white headphones were in his ears. As he maneuvered his body, so did the skateboard, turning and passing people along his way. He came to stop in front of a large two-storied house, painted white and red. Instead of knocking on the door, he put his hands to his mouth and let out a howl

"Dick! Dude, you home?" escaped the howl. A reply came from towards the house

"We're in the basement man! Come on!" the boy rushed to the back of the house, where he found a staircase that lead to an underground door. As he opened the door, he was bombarded by the loud shrieks of an electric guitar and the blasting blows of drums.

"Dudes!" he exclaimed as he stepped in, bringing the loud music to a halt "You didn't start the final rehearsal without me, did you?" the basement was not too large, about the same as a small garage, the walls were covered in a thick blood red curtail, behind which were numerous egg-plates (A/N: You know, those things they put eggs in at the store?) There were two electric guitars; one was green, placed on the floor and had two purple letters on it G.L. the other one was red and strapped around one of the two boys that were inside the room. On the back was a drum set, colored completely in red. Except a white series of letters in the front of the main drum that said Teen Titans. On the furthest side of the room was an unmanned keyboard.

"No way man, we can't remember? We need two guitarists for the song and Vic can't play the guitar" replied the one holding the guitar. He was wearing blue jeans, like the skateboarder, but on his shirt was a red muscle shirt which had a golden R one the right side of it. His face, tanned, and a small grin on them, held up a pair of black sunglasses.

"Besides, what took you so long to get here? You're the fastest skateboarder I know" interrupted the other man, who was manning the drums. He was very large in figure, and very muscular. A pair of blue sweatpants and a Wayne High football shirt were used to cover his chocolate colored skin. He was bald, his facial expression showing confusion and his two blue eyes staring at the boy at the door.

"I was gonna get here in time, but, thing is…" he scratched the back of his head and blushed a bit "I…I kinda ran into Tara on my way" the two other boys stared at each other, looking half amused

"Did she show you any new 'rocks'?" said the one with the guitar, Dick, and burst into laughter

"Dude, so she likes geology, so what?" raged the skateboarder, Garfield

"Yeah man, at least she isn't obsessed over a video game" meddled Vic, bringing Dick's laughter to a halt and resulting a glare from him

"She likes playing it" he hissed between his gritted teeth. Garfield looked around

"Speaking of which, where is Starfire?" Dick threw a water bottle at him, nearly nailing it into his head, if he hadn't dodged the large projectile

"Her. Name. Is. Kory!" he exploded "And she won't be coming today, her mother told her to stay home and watch over her sister to not leave the house"

"Yeah man, after what she pulled with that pick up truck, she deserved to stay home for the whole summer holiday" followed Vic and continued "Then who'll be doing keys tonight?"

"She will" replied Dick "Don't worry, I talked to her mom, she'll let her come with us, and I spent all of last night rehearsing with her"

"Are you sure that's the only thing you were…'rehearsing'?" shot Vic with a grin. Dick's face turned red

"Yes!" he replied, nearly lounging at his friend's throat

"As much as I'd love seeing you two kill each other" started Garfield, muting the other two "And I don't believe I'm actually saying this, but can we get some rehearsing done before tonight? I mean, it's only two hours until D-Day!" Dick stared at his watch

"Oh my god, he's right" he said, looking shocked "Titans, go!"

"Do you really have to say that?" muttered Vic as he was poising himself over the drums, the two wooden sticks in his hands; he twirled them like a gun slinger would do with his guns

"So are we gonna do the Iron Maiden version, or C.O.B?" asked Garfield while strapping his guitar on top of him.

"We're gonna have to be loud, so we'll do C.O.B" answered Dick while plugging his and Gar's guitars into the amp and approaching the mike

"Ten four on that man" joined Vic; he stopped twirling the drum stick and now held them straight over the drums

"Two, three, HIT IT!" commanded Dick and pressed his fingers against his guitar's strings, emitting rhythmic howls of sound, Garfield joined him a second later, at the same beat, which caused it to sound louder. Vic gave out occasional bursts on his drums; making is sound like a military march. After a while, Garfield and Dick exchanged glances and nodded. Gar stopped playing and let out a quick "Yeah!" whereas Vic picked up the pace on his drumming. Dick started a new pace, a much faster one.

Now it was Dick's turn to stop playing as Gar took his place. The lead singer grabbed his microphone with both hands and started singer

"There goes the siren that warns of the air raid

There comes the sound of the guns sending FLAK" Gar held his guitar like a gun and let out a beat that sounded like a machine gun going off

"Out of the scramble, we gotta get airborne

Got to get up for the coming ATTACK!" Dick started playing again while Gar took his place on the mike

"Jump in the cockpit and start off the engine

Remove all the wheel brakes, there's no time to waste

Gathering speed as we head down the runway

Gotta get airborne before it's too late" They both stood in front of it, this was one of the hardest parts, as they had to keep playing their guitars and sing at the same time. Focus was hard to keep

"Running, scrambling, FIRING!" the both screamed

"Rolling, turning, come on. DOING IT AGAIN!"

"Running, scrambling, FIRING"

"Rolling, turning. COME ON!" they both took a step back, this had two purposes; to take a breath, and to pick up the pace even higher, to an impossible speed. All three were sweating; this was harder than it looked. Nonetheless, they took the step forward a millisecond later

"Run…" the both sang, with Vic backing them up with loud drub beats "Live to fly!"

"Fly, to, LIVE!"

"Do, or, DIE!"

"Won't you…" they took another breath

"RUN…Live, to, fly! Fly, to, live!"

"A-Ces H-I-G-H!" they both jumped back. Dick let go of his guitar and let it dangle freely over his shoulder. It was Gar's and Vic's duet. This was crucial to Dick, because while the two were playing their beats, louder and louder, as if they were trying to see whose ears would blow up first, he had time to rest his aching fingers and his soar throat. He took a look at Vic. The man was sweating his skin off. He couldn't have a break, as the drummer had to play throughout the entire song. The moment Vic caught Dick's glance, he looked at him and nodded, giving him an "I'm okay" look. Dick grinned and got back to his position, it was time for the final lag of the song.

The pace, which in the meantime had slowed down, was once again picked up as Dick got back to playing. Now it was Gar's turn to sing, his fingers needed a rest. He approached the microphone

"Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers

Let out a sharp burst and then turn away!

Roll over, spin around and come in behind them

Move to their blind sides and firing again!" he took a breath

"Bandits at Eight O'clock, moving behind us

Ten ME-109's out of the sun

Ascending and turning out Spitfires to face them

No hesitation, I press down the GUNS!" Dick once again joined him

"Running, scrambling, FIRING"
"Rolling, turning, come on. Doing it again!"

"Running, scrambling, firing"
"Rolling, turning COME ON!"

"One more time ya'll!" screamed Vic as he kept on his pace

"Run…Live, to fly!"
"Fly to live!"

"Do, or, DIE!"

"Won't…you…"

"Run…Live, to, fly!"
"Fly, to, live!"
"A-C-E-S H-I-I-I-I-I-G-H" they howled. The beats were at crazy speeds, and they kept on like that until a sudden bring-down of the pace. Gar and Dick took a huge breath and let it all out on one loud "F-L-Y!" shriek.

"That was just, in-freaking-credible guys!" exclaimed Vic and wiped his face with a blue piece of cloth

"Yeah" joined him Dick while taking a drink of water "But is it enough to get us that first place?"

"Are you kidding me?" said Gar "Those five grand Battle of the Bands prize money are already ours, I can smell the greens already!"

"Actually, those are my gym socks… I didn't have chance to clean the place up lately" said Dick and picked up a dirty white sock

"Whatever dude, it smells good!"

"So we're down to the bone ready?" he asked

"Yeah, I just have to get the video C.D from Fixit and we'll be ready" said Vic and bolted out of the basement

"Honestly, that Fixit guy scares me" said Gar

"Yeah, but no one can operate a computer like he does. You better go pick up Tara, we'll meet at the stadium at nine P.M, sharp" commanded Dick. The boy saluted and left in a rush.

Dick grunted to himself. As usual, it was his job to get the gear to where they were performing. Doing that on a bike could provide you with quite a problem. He sighed and started packing the amp, the guitars, and taking down the drum set

"I don't care if I'm the lead singer" he muttered "They can get their own dumb instruments"

Done with chapter one! I thank god for helping me think of a backup story. You don't know how long have I been sitting with no ideas about Tales of the Closet, but still itching to write. Well, now I got something! Yay!

Updates to this story will come in randomly, depending on how Tales of the Closet would do in my brain.

Peace out!