Title: The Fury of Heaven and Hell

Author: Alexz Recoro

Summary: Six years after mysteriously disappearing, Beast Boy returns, with a new name, leading a team of his own, and with a little girl who despretly needs the Titans help.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Teen Titans characters.

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PROLOGUE

"Changeling?"

"Yeah?"

"What exactly are we looking for?"

Changeling sighed and shifted the cloak that covered and camouflaged him. "I'm not sure. You know Fog. His 'sights' aren't exactly accurate." Changeling smiled down at Trickster and ruffled the boy's hair. "Chill out. Fog had a good feeling about this." Trickster shifted his own cloak and shivered despite the warm night air.

"I just wish I didn't have to come. I hate the dark."

"I know kiddo." Changeling said with a sigh. "But I needed backup. Fog couldn't even stand after this vision, the pain was so bad, and he really needed Tarot to stay with him. And Sparks and Charge were needed to help with that collapsing dam."

"Damn dam." Trickster muttered darkly, drawing a chuckle out of his usually reserved and stoic leader.

"Nice Trickster." Changeling said affectionately, ruffling the thirteen year olds unruly blonde hair. Trickster shrugged, pulling his cloak tighter around himself and blowing a stand of hair out of his gold eyes, which were glowing lightly in the moonlight.

"It got a laugh out of you, something that has been near impossible in the last few days." Trickster turned his glowing gold eyes on Changeling. "What's been with you lately?"

"Nothing important." Changeling avoided Tricksters gaze, which alarmed the boy even more. His team leader and friend was more like a big brother to him, and had never avoided him before. Changeling obviously felt Trickster's concern, because he turned to meet his eyes and smiled.

"Listen, Trickster, I'm sorry I've been ignoring you, it's just. . ." Changeling was cut off by his watch vibrating. His hand darted to it and silenced it, then sighed. "Well, what do you know, happy anniversary to me."

"Changeling, what is going on?" Trickster asked concern in his eyes and voice.

"Trickster. . ." Changeling sighed and rubbed his face. "Okay, I'll tell you, but you gotta be quiet and listen to me, okay? No sarcastic comments, no questions, got it?"

"Oh yeah, story time." Trickster shifted and drew his cloak around him tightly, and grinned when Changeling glared at him. "I'm being serious. It'll help pass the time."

"Smart ass." Changeling grumbled, yet smiled and started his story.

"When I was fourteen, I belonged to a group called the Teen Titans. When I had joined, I was barely a teen, yet I thought I had finally found a place where I belonged, you know, where I was with people like me, people who had powers, who were different." He sighed and rubbed his arm. "Unfortunately, I think I was a little too different, even for them."

"What happened?"

"Well, one of our members was a half demon named Raven. She was very powerful, and very beautiful. She was two years older than me and I was completely head over heels for her." Changeling sighed and ruffled his dark green fur self consciously. "But Raven was pretty cold, she had to be. Her powers were controlled by her emotions, so if she let her emotions show, she could end up destroying everyone. But I was fourteen and risking my life every day, so I joked around to get rid of the tension, and to hide how scared I was. And I wanted Raven's attention, so I would joke around with her and tease her and try anything I could think of just to try to get her to smile at me. Unfortunately, it didn't quite work that way.

"One day, I guess I pushed her too far. She was irritated because earlier that day I had flirted with a bank robber, a cute girl. We caught her, but Raven was still pissed that I had acted unprofessional. I saw that she was irritated about it and decided to tease her. Bad idea. I guess I caught her at a bad time, or that my teasing had hit to close to home this time, but the next thing I knew, she was using her powers to pick me up off the ground and hurl me through the huge picture window that was in our living room."

"Ouch."

"Yeah." Changeling pushed up his sleeve and turned it so that Trickster could see. He gasped at what he saw. On Changelings arm, running from his knuckles to his elbow, were four thick, ropey, pain full looking scars that gleamed white in the moonlight and stood out against his dark fur. "I received these scars that night. They are exactly one year old tonight. But they didn't hurt half as much as the betrayal."

"The betrayal?"

"Yeah. The other team Titans, my 'teammates' just watched Raven throw me through the window. They didn't try and stop her, they didn't rush downstairs to make sure I was okay, nothing. In fact, I heard two of them laughing as I fell. They were laughing as I plummeted towards ice cold water with blood trailing behind me." Changeling rubbed his arm, and let Trickster reach out and trace on of the scars.

"Changeling, those look really bad. They must have bled horribly. How did you survive?"

"I'm a shape shifter, kid, remember?" Changeling retreated back into his cloak. "Actually, it's a miracle I did survive. Our living room was at least eight stories up, and our building was on an island. I was in a lot of pain and shock after going out the window, so I didn't shift right away. I hit the water hard enough to break four ribs, and I'm pretty sure I blacked out from pain, blood loss and shock. The water was pretty cold. I'm not sure how I survived, I have only vague memories of forcing myself to transform before I drowned, and swimming away. I remember there being a lot of blood in the water. I also vaguely remember deciding to come back to Africa, but I don't really remember much of the journey. And with my ribs and arm, I'm not sure how I survived it. My next clear memory is being in Africa."

Changeling suddenly looked closely and Trickster, and noticed that his team member was close to tears. "Hey! Hey, now, come on kid. I didn't tell you the story so you could cry!" He pulled the thirteen year old into a rough embrace and rubbed his back soothingly. "I'm okay now, the scars don't hurt, and I'm with you and the others now."

"I would have stopped her!" Trickster sobbed. "I swear Changeling, I would have tried to stop her! You're my best friend, and I love you like a big brother, and I would have stopped her, I swear!"

"I know you would." Changeling cradled the upset boy against his chest. "But, hey, there's a bright side. I meet Fog and you and the others and formed the Servants of the Right. And if I had the change to do it all over again, I wouldn't change anything because it means that I wouldn't be able to be here with you right now. I would never wish it any different kid."

"Really?" Trickster asked, pulling back and wiping his tears away.

"Really kiddo. You and Fog and Tarot and Sparks and Charge are my team, my friends and my family, more of a family that the Titans ever were. You would never betray me like they did. I know that and I'm happy."

"Cool." Trickster smiled, then his eyes widened as he spotted something over Changeling's shoulder. "Whoa!" The young boy whispered. Changeling spun around, and his eyes also went wide in amazement.

"Whoa." He echoed.