Greetings fellow fanfitctioners! This story will make more sense if you read at least the first chapter of my story 'A New Beginning'. This could be read without it, but some things might not make total sense. Okay? Okay.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Teen Titans.
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Terra sat on the edge of the rocks in front of Titans tower, letting the water mist surround her as it beat against the shore. Beast Boy would be out soon, back from… erm… 'buisness'.
She decided she had to ask. If she didn't ask now, she never would. It wasn't something that could just be brought up in the middle of the night, halfway to sleep. No. It was now or never.
The door to the tower clicked closed and Beast Boy walked out, bringing two ice cream sandwiches with him.
Now or never, Terra.
"Miss me?" Beast Boy asked as he sat down next to her.
"Of course," she smiled, taking an ice cream bar from him and tearing off the wrapping. "I have something I want to ask you."
"Shoot," he said, possibly trying to eat the entire bar in one bite.
She took a deep breath, trying to relieve the anxiety in her chest. "When can I meet your family?"
If he reacted to her question, she couldn't tell. She looked straight forward, wishing a wave would come forward and wash her into the ocean.
"My family? You mean Rita and…"
"Yes," she cut in. "I want to meet the Doom Patrol."
"T, I'm telling you right now, that's not a good idea. Rita's fine, but Mento… Well, he's Mento. I don't know how else to explain that."
She shook her head. "I don't care, Gar. If I knew my family still loved me, and if I even knew where to begin looking for them, I'd introduce you."
"That's different," he mumbled.
"It's no different, and you know it. Please Beast Boy? For me?" She turned to him, trying to plead with her eyes.
And that's when Garfield Logan made his fatal mistake: looking up into those beautiful blue eyes. He couldn't say no.
"Fine," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
Terra smiled and leaned over to hug him. "Thank you."
"Uh… T?"
"Hm?" she murmured into his shoulder.
"You made me drop my ice cream."
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YAY! Should I make this a story? What do you think? Also, I put up a poll, which should be on my profile page (There are two, you can answer them both if you want).