Moka-girl: This story is written by two authors that created this account as some kind of joint account where we publish all the stories we co-author on it.

If you want to find either me or Mistress, go to our favourite authors list, and our two pseudonyms will be there, if you wanna check us out.

Also, this is important: See, there are moments when there are big gaps between one appearance of the Titans and the next. So, for those who are impatient and wish to know, here are the chapters in which the Titans appear:

4 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24

And here are the chapters in which secondary characters of the Teen Titans cartoon appear (The HIVE team, Killer Moth, Slade, Thunder and Lightning, and others are in the list):

2 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 13 - 14 - 17 - 18 - 22

From the ~23th chapter and afterwards, the Titans will appear in just about every chapter.

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Sitting on a black leather couch, half-lidded eyes staring at the TV screen, was a young woman. She was fingering her remote, entertaining the thought of switching off the TV to go back to her room. Yet she still knew she wanted to watch the DVD until the end. However, at that moment, she heard it.

A scream.

Or, to be more accurate, her half-brother's wailing.

She rolled her eyes, and turned the volume up. Her brother, Ellis, would start wailing whenever nobody was holding him. He was used to the babysitter being at his beck and call, and since his mother also had to take care of his other siblings, he would often be crying. Megan had hoped he would keep quiet just a little longer so she could finish the episode she was watching, but alas, it was not to be. Barely a minute after Ellis had started crying, she pressed Pause and left the couch, internally moaning at the fact that she was leaving the spot she had been warming up for a while now.

She left the living room and walked up the stairs. Corinne, her step-mother, was changing Evan, and looked quite stressed. So when she asked Megan to take care of Ellis for five minutes, Megan said yes. Ellis was in his cot, his face red from crying. His hair was wet with sweat, and he appeared quite unhappy. Cooing, Megan unclasped the little sleeping bag from where it was attached by his shoulders, and lifted him up. He stopped screaming immediately, and went silent. She rubbed his back, humming a little melody, and went back down to the TV.

Now, normally what she was watching, Teen Titans, wouldn't be appropriate for young kids. But Ellis was barely eight months old - he wasn't watching the telly yet, so he wouldn't see the fighting scenes and get any ideas. Megan sat him down on her lap, with her bag of chocolate almonds just out of his reach so he wouldn't accidently start eating them and choke on one. She reached for the remote and unpaused her episode.

Barely a second later, in a flash of light, Ellis dropped down on the couch, nobody holding him anymore. He started crying again, but Megan wasn't there to comfort him any longer.

She was gone.

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Angel parked her car carefully. She turned off the motor and pulled the keys from the ignition, humming. Brushing some of her hair behind her ear, she opened the car door. She pocketed the keys and grabbed the grocery bags on the passenger seat, as well as her purse. She hopped out of the car and pushed the door closed with her hip, then locked the vehicle.

Struggling to hold the multitude of bags, she barely and managed to avoid dropping any on her way to her front door. She kicked at it instead of knocking, her hands too full to do otherwise. Finally, about three minutes later, her nephew Ian answered. Unhappy at having waited so long, she yelled at him to hurry and help her with her load. He rolled his eyes and took the bags from her left hand. Angel carried the rest in.

Inside, she snatched the remote controller from her niece, Fallon. The girl whined about it, but Angel just shushed her and switched it from Wow Wow Wubbzy to Cartoon Network. Surprisingly, they were showing old cartoons all day long. The Dexter's Lab marathon was on its last episode and the Teen Titans one was coming on right after.

Angel loved the Teen Titans cartoon. It was equal parts seriousness and humour and she liked that. So, she put the remote in her messenger bag to ensure her niece and nephew couldn't change the channel, and left to put the food away. Once all that was done, Angel gleefully plopped down on the couch.

The first episode of Teen Titans was coming on and the opening song was playing. Twenty seconds in, the phone rang. Unwilling to move, she just told Ian to go pick it up. He groaned, but obliged, rising up and going to the back of the house to answer. Once he was gone and the phone quit ringing Angel settled in to watch her show.

The Warner Bros logo came up and she smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Bugs Bunny next to it but it sure brought back old memories. Her niece chose that moment to interrupt her moment of peace:

"Angel, this show is boring. Can't we watch Code Lyoko or Goosebumps?"

Angel said no, so Fallon left with a huff towards her room, presumably to colour or to draw. Angel didn't really care that she had been mean; she was tired and just wanted to watch her show. But apparently, it was not to be. Because just as the Hive logo came up and Jinx, Gizmo, and Mammoth came on, the screen flickered and started freaking out. Angel cursed. Ian had heard it, because she heard him yell from the back of the house that he was going to snitch on her.

Rolling her eyes, she adjusted her glasses before fishing the remote from her bag. She tried pressing every button she could think of, however none of them made the static and choppy images clear up. She attempted changing channels but they were all similarly messed up. She stomped over to the side of the TV and smacked it a few times. Nothing. There wasn't anything that worked, much to her frustration. As if to screw with her even more, the screen then went blank. She had just begun thinking the TV had somehow turned off when, out of the blue, a bright flash lit up the whole living room.

When it faded away, the tall woman was gone. It would be some time before anyone noticed her absence.

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Angel shivered as she woke. It was colder than it should've been. Sleepily, she figured she must have left her air conditioner on before falling asleep. But the mere idea was odd.

She didn't remember falling asleep.

According to her memories, she had gone shopping for groceries and had then gone back home and watched some tv.

Something was digging into her back, and she groaned. The brunette reached underneath her body and froze, feeling... grass?

Quickly sitting up to take a look at the situation, she opened her eyes, but her body seemed unhappy about her rising, as it sent an acute spike of pain through her. Leaning forward did nothing but make her dizzy. She felt like she had just gone through the Tilt-O-Whirl ten times in a row.

Once her eyesight had adjusted she saw that, yes, she was sitting in a grassy area, though her eyes must still be having trouble with the light, because everything seemed too bright. She looked behind her and saw that she'd been laying on a rock. She picked it up and tossed in carelessly behind her.

It hit something and made an odd fwump sound. Slowly, she got up and realized it had hit another girl, lying on the grass about seven feet from her. She winced and hoped it hadn't hit anywhere important, like her skull.

When Angel came close enough she poked the young woman with the toe of her boot. A groan was what she received in response.

"Oh thank god she's still alive~! I just can't handle waking up next to a dead body. And where the hell am I? Hey miss, are you okay?"

Angel crouched down and began shaking the young woman. She noticed she was wearing a small pair of shorts, some kind of shirt with a cardigan over it. Definitely not cold weather clothes. She shook her again and she mumbled something so Angel shook her harder. She groaned and said in an irritable voice in what Angel thought was French, "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? J'dors!"

The girl's name was Megan, and as usual, she was lazing about. While she couldn't quite understand why her pillow had become so hard, and where her covers had gone (did they fall off the side of her bed?), she was still half sleeping and not awake enough to care. However, her nose was tingling something awful, which was strange, since it only did that outside, where pollen made her nose go all runny. She also had a horrible kink in her neck, as if she had slept through the night in a very un-comfy position.

Someone said something. She didn't understand what, but she didn't recognize the voice as her father's, so it was probably one of her sisters coming to annoy her. She hoped it wasn't Carys, because the girl was the youngest and never seemed to get the hint that not everyone woke at six in the morning.

Stretching, Megan rolled over, one eye peeking open to - God, why was the sun shining so brightly?! Didn't it know some people were sleeping?! But that was when she realized she was not in her bedroom, and some strange girl (woman?) was next to her. Everything looked quite blurry, and she realized she wasn't wearing her glasses.

"T'es qui, toi? Où est ma putain d'chambre?!"

The only French Angel knew was, "Uhhhh...A-aucune français...seulement en Eng-um-...anglais. Yeah~" Angel hoped this girl didn't think she was stupid because she didn't know anything else useful. Just common French words and how to say cheese omelet from watching Dexter's Lab.

Megan stared at the taller girl.

Was she a tourist or something? A lot of them came to Switzerland, so it didn't sound too strange. However, Megan's eyes must have been worse off than she thought, because the colours around her seemed too bright, not as they should be. She could swear she saw a dark outline around the girl, like in mangas. Rubbing her eyes, Megan tried to clear her view, to no avail.

"S'okay, I speak English. You a lost tourist or something?" Well, she was lost too, but she decided to ignore that. ...Hey, and where were her glasses?!

For a moment she was full of panic, but then she felt them underneath her tee-shirt, in her cleavage. They must have slipped down there while she was sleeping. Feeling a little self-conscious, she fished them out, hoping she didn't look like too much of a pervert, while the girl answered.

"Oh thank god, you speak English! That was seriously the only helpful French I know. And no, I'm not a tourist. I have no idea where I am. I just woke up here next to you. I mean, it was crazy! I was just sitting there watching Teen Titans and then BAM! Here I am~" Her voice was quite deep, with a southern accent from America. Compared to it, you could hear Megan's was British, her voice at a higher pitch.

Megan looked at her as if she had just said something exceedingly strange, before slipping her glasses on.

"I'm Angel, by the way."

Quite a lot of info in one go, thought the short-haired girl. Most of what she retained was 'Teen Titans' and the girl's name.

"I'm Megan. Am I the only one seeing things weirdly? It looks all colourful, and it's as if there are less details. I think I might have damaged my eyes somehow."

Speaking of eyes - Putting on the glasses had stopped everything from being blurry, yet the bright colours remained, and the dark outlines were even more visible.

She was in a park, of that she was sure, but everything was wrong. And not only her sight, but the temperature was colder than the scorching summer heat she was used to, and outside the park every building seemed unknown to her. With a sinking feeling in her gut, Megan slowly began to realize how serious the situation was.

Megan turned to look at the woman next to her. Angel, guessing what this was about, just shrugged.

"Are you seeing things all cartooney too? It's been like this since I woke up a bit ago. I was kinda hoping I was seeing things. Thought maybe I had a concussion or something~ Apparently not eh? And I have no idea where I am. I don't think I'm in Alabama anymore."

Angel bit her lip and felt the ball of dread from earlier settle into her stomach. If she weren't so easy going she'd have begun panicking.

"Alababa?" Megan mispronounced. "Is that a town or something? Because you're in Geneva..." She looked around. "Or at least, I was."

Well, shit. Now they were both clueless. The only thing that made her happy was the packet of chocolate almonds that was still with her. She picked it up and opened it, crossing her legs so that she was sitting more comfortably. Gosh, why didn't she have any shoes? Ah yes, she wasn't wearing any before coming here, wherever here was.

Angel laughed loudly and said with an easy-going grin, "No, no~ Not Alababa. AlaBAMA~ Right smack dab between Mississippi and Georgia. And where's Genovia? Is that where you're from?" Megan again noticed the accent, but used to people of all sorts of nationalities, didn't think much of it.

"Geneva, as in, Swi-tzer-land," Megan pronounced slowly, as if talking to a child. "In Europe. Not... Mississippi." Her French accent shone through when pronouncing that last word, because she had never heard it pronounced in anything else than French in her life, since English wasn't her first language. "You mean," she said, realizing something was wrong with this situation. "You come from America? Then, if you come from there and I come from Europe... where the hell are we?!"

Her vision was clear now, yet everything still looked like something out of an anime. She remembered that she had been holding her brother, incapable of even crawling, before waking up here. Oh God, where was he? Was he here too, or did something happen? The last vestiges of sleep were leaving her now, but still, nothing seemed to clear up in her head.

Angel had reared back at Megan's raising voice, and still looked faintly surprised. She held her hands up in a calming gesture.

"Now calm down~ Freaking out and yelling isn't going to get us anywhere," she said soothingly. "This reminds me of some of the shenanigans me and my friend Sara get into when we role play on fanfiction~"

Angel laughed lightly and Megan perked up a bit.

"Fanfiction! Cool, I'm an author on it. Though..." Megan deflated. "I guess without a computer I won't have access to it anytime soon. If I had known I'd appear in weirdy-land, I would've told the guys I have conversations with that I'd be gone."

She stood, uncomfortable with her bare feet on the ground. She had to move. Staying here wouldn't help them. They had to search for answers instead of expecting them.

"You know, this is like some of those self-insert things you see on fanfiction. Ever heard of them?"

Angel seemed to have a permanent grin on her face and hopped up and saw just how much taller she was than Megan. Being in heeled boots probably didn't help.

"Oh yeah~! I love those kinds of stories and I really love to RP them. I was RPing with a friend the other day and she invited her cousin to join us. Her cousin was very creative and fun to RP with but she had terrible grammar. She kept confusing 'then and than'. And 'we're, were, where'. I know she kept getting annoyed when I'd correct her but come on! Doesn't everyone think that's annoying? I know I do~"

Despite the situation, Megan couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah. I have this discussion with this author, and every time I'm angry at a mistake I see I report it back to her so we can rant. Her name is Burlesque Mistress. We met when I reviewed her Black Butler story. D'you like Black Butler?"

Angel gasped and her jaw practically hit the ground. Then she squealed happily and wrapped Megan in a big squeezy hug and yelled, "O-M-G! Moka?! Is this you?"

Megan totally didn't expect that, and let out an embarrassing squeal. While she was a very touchy-feely person and gave more hugs than she should, you couldn't expect her not to be creeped out by a stranger taking her in their arms.

"Gah! Leggo! I don't know you!"

Angel wasn't holding her that tight, so Megan managed to free herself, though she nearly lost her balance as she extirpated herself.

The taller woman wasn't so lucky, and stumbled back and tripped. She fell back, her head slamming into the ground. Whimpering, tears sprung to her eyes from the pain.

"What the heck, Moka? I finally get to see you in person and to push me down?"

The woman rubbed the back of her head and found the beginnings of a nasty bump, as well as something wet. Blood.

"Ouch, sorry!" Megan said, feeling guilty. "It's just, you hugged me! I mean, you did that, and there's nothing wrong with hugs, but you just don't hug random strangers..." what was her name again? Gel? No, something else. Gosh, how embarrassing, she had forgotten it already. "...lady!"

She went over to inspect the wounded scalp. There was too much hair to see much, but it only looked like a surface wound. "Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you."

Angel glared up at Megan or Moka or whatever she wished to be called. "I finally meet you outside of fanfiction and you hurt me? What kind of craziness are you? I thought you'd be excited to see old Mistress. I guess I was wrong."

Angel wiped the blood on her hand off on her dark jeans and looked to see what she tripped over. It was her remote. She picked it up and figured it was worthless wherever she was now. So it was tossed into the nearest bin angrily.

Megan's eyes widened. "Mistress? You mean, you're Mistress? The one I've had those super duper long conversations with?"

She hoped not. That would mean she just coldly rejected a very dear friend. Her stomach clenched in tension.

"Or are you Hanyou-Kyo?" That was possible too, though the girl only sent a message once a week.

"My username is Mistress, yes~" Angel said. She walked away and sat on a wooden park bench with a sigh.

Megan pursed her lips, her eyes widened insecurely. "Oh, Mistress! I'm soo soooo sorry! I didn't mean to! You have to understand, I wake up next to some stranger in a park, and then they hug me! I jumped to the wrong conclusion!" She opened up her arms in an invitation, grimacing as she remembered how she had pushed away the girl. "Can we try again?" Tentatively, she smiled, hoping the girl (her only ally in this strange place) wouldn't brush her off and leave.

The woman in question turned to assess her, secretly admitting she had a point. If a stranger had done that to her she might have been weirded out too. So she mirrored the girl's stance and said, "Fine. We can. But you have to come hug me this time Moka."

Once again, Megan squealed. But this time it wasn't in horrified surprise. It was out of happiness, and excitement at seeing her friend for the first time.

Smiling, she embraced the young woman. Gel? No, it wasn't that. Sh*t, she couldn't remember her name. And it would seem really impolite to ask again, even if she had the memory of a goldfish. Well, until she remembered it would just have to be Mistress. "Again, I'm so sorry! Is your head okay?"

Angel shrugged. She pulled her hand back so the other girl could see the blood on her hand. "Don't think so."

Megan winced. "Ouch, we should get some bandages for that, but first." She went over to the bin and said. "You can't throw out this remote here. For recycling you generally bring them back to the shop. And you'll need it if you go back home." She then rifled through the icky trash, trying to keep physical contact minimal, and retrieved the remote. "There!"

Angel made a grossed out face and said, "Ew~ That thing touched garbage, I don't care if it's cartoon garbage or not. Put it back."

Megan clenched it tightly, unknowingly pressed a few of its buttons. But since the TV to go with it wasn't there, it didn't really matter. She didn't notice how the surrounding sounds - the birds chirping, that cars driving past, the people talking in the distance - stopped suddenly.

She remembered Corinne scolding her every time she didn't throw something in the right bin, and the lesson had stuck. "But that's pollution! It needs to go to a special electronics bin or something." But still, there was a hint of a waver in her voice. Who cared where it went, when they had bigger priorities?

Angel stood up to tell her to just trash the useless thing, absently noting how everything seemed too quiet.

"It's my controller and if I want to throw it in that bin then that's my business. Now put it back. And why the hell is it so quiet? We weren't yelling that loud were we?"

Angel looked around and noticed nothing was moving. A few birds were trapped mid-air, wings spread, unmoving. She froze up.

"Okay, something's wrong."