Disclaimer: I do not own Rachel or Dick.

Troubled Mind
—Lor A. Zepamm—
TWO

"I don't need to see a shrink and I mean it, Dick!" Rachel stood facing her 'husband' with the couch in-between them. Like a childish game, whenever Dick would go to the right to try to get closer to her, Rachel would go right, as well. She always made sure that they were on opposite sides of the couch. "I know what I saw! The Titans. . . they are real. They— they have to be!" Rachel yelled to release her pent-up emotions, meanwhile allowing Dick to catch her by the arm.

"Rae. . ." Dick started, only to be interrupted by her.

"Let go of me! I won't let you turn me in to a psycho ward!" She screamed at Dick, trying to shake his firm grip at the same time. It didn't work.

"Rachel!" Dick screamed her name to get her attention. She looked at him in response with distrusting eyes. But at least she was going to let him talk, right? "Rae, I"m not sending you to a psychiatric ward." He said calmly. "I would never do that and I won't. You have my promise on that." His once firm grasp on her arm loosened as he felt her relax the muscles in her body.

Rachel looked down. Of course Dick wouldn't do that. Robin would never abandon his teammates. Ever. He even went to the pits of Hell for her. He loved her. And he would never want to let her go. This other Robin, Dick, was the same. "Okay." She finally said and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Rae. . . you're sick. You need help. I know you don't want it, but we need to get through this together." Dick smiled at her and Rachel knew there was no avoiding the situation at hand. She wasn't one for giving up, but she knew a fight she could not win when she saw one. "There is a doctor I know close by. She treated a few relatives and specializes with cases similar to ours."

Ours? Since when did this involve him? He's devoted, that's for sure. Rachel thought. Maybe I never knew the real Robin. He never let down his guard. And, now that I think about it, neither did I. That made it hard for us to really get to know each other. We got along, sure, but did we ever really talk? This might be an opportunity to get to know him. "Okay." She said and it threw Dick aback for a moment. "I'll go see this shrink." Dick's eyes lit up for a moment until he saw a finger wagging in his face. "But," she continued, "only if you come and I have the opportunity to leave at any moment during the appointment."

"Of course." Dick said, thankful it went over so well. He sighed in relief before speaking. "Okay, I'll go schedule an appointment." He released her arm completely and leaned in to kiss her temple. Rachel blushed as his lips touched her skin. Never in her reality would Robin — nor anyone — be so intimate with her. But, the question was, is that a bad thing?

Later that week. . .

"C'mon, Rachel! We haveta go!" Dick yelled through the bathroom door. "We're going to be late, ya know. . ." He said, knowing how much they both — her especially — hated the humiliation of being late.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Rachel yelled back before she opened the bathroom door. She was wearing a regular black tee that said 'Stop Global Whining' and dark blue jeans. However, there was something different about her today that hadn't been there the last couple of days. And then it came to Dick. She was wearing black eyeliner and purple lip gloss. Ever since she hadn't been herself, she hadn't worn any makeup at all. This was a change. But why?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Rae, but this doctor is a girl." Dick half-jokingly said.

"I'm not wearing makeup to impress a doctor!" Rachel was offended. "I merely want to show my sanity."

"How does makeup equal sanity?" Dick asked her, curious to find out what thought process led to this equation. That was one thing he loved about her, after all. She was an enigma most of the time and he wanted to devote every moment of his life to figure her out.

"Even detective Grayson can't get this one?" Rachel teased him.

"Oh, now this is personal!" Dick teased Rachel back. At least she's happy today. He thought optimistically.

"It's simple, Sherlock. Most girls my age do it. So, to prove I am 'in the norm', I'll do it, too." Rachel explained to him slowly like he was stupid. Again, teasing.

"If it makes you happy, then I'm fine with it. Now, it would make me happy if we left." Dick said practically pulling her through their bedroom door and into the hallway with Rachel laughing.

In the waiting room. . .

"Could they give us any more paperwork?" Rachel complained as she started on her sixth page of questions and background information. More than half of which she could not answer and Dick filled in for her.

"Just be happy, Rae. Doctor Quill is working overtime just to see you." Dick told his wife reassuringly as he checked Rachel's 'completed' fifth page. He was changing some of her answers and filling in what she left blank because Rachel had no memories previous to four days ago when she woke up. "And it usually takes a month or more to get an appointment." He added. "It's a good thing she's a family friend."

Rachel frowned at his words. Do I really need help? Or, at least, that badly? Maybe Dick is going just a little overboard by taking me to a shrink that handles 'special cases'. I'm not crazy! And then, the door opened. "Grayson" was called by a middle-aged woman with glasses, and before Rachel knew it, she was being herded by her husband through the door and into a small office.

"It's been a while, Doctor Quill." Dick greeted the doctor and shook her hand.

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Sarah?" She said with a pleasant smile. "Please sit down."

"Okay, Sarah." Dick said with an equally pleasant smile as he gestured to the two seats before a large cherry wood desk. Rachel sat down next to Dick and immediately felt like she was before a judge and had no idea how to act.

"Now, please tell me why you brought your wife in, Richard." Sarah brought out a large notepad and pen to take notes on whatever was to come out of Dick's mouth. Rachel was miffed that this doctor asked Dick and not her about why they scheduled an appointment so urgently. However, Rachel said nothing. Instead she waited to see how her husband handled this.

"Sure." Dick said after a long sigh. "It started about four days ago. Rachel woke up in our bed like usual, but barely recognized me. She thinks that Kori, Gar, Vic, and myself were super heroes called the Teen Titans alongside her in a town called Jump City here in California. As both you and I know, Sarah, Jump City does not exist, nor any super heroes called the Teen Titans. I even checked various comic book sites and Googled Jump City. I didn't get any confirmations that either one existed. She has no memory of reality previous to four days ago. Please. . . help her in any way you can."

Sarah scribbled a few more notes after Dick stopped talking before looking up from her notepad directly at Rachel. "Do you agree with everything Richard just said?" She asked Rachel.

"Yes. I have a full memory span of the Titans; just not of this world." Rachel stopped speaking for a moment and was trying to find the right words. Sarah continued looking at her patiently and waited. "I think one of the super villains we face frequently sent me here. And, in exchange, the Rachel you know was sent to my universe. Unfortunately, she is probably learning to control my powers which is a very difficult thing to do."

"Tell me, why were your powers so hard to control?" Sarah asked Rachel as she scribbled some more in her notepad.

"When I was Raven, I had powers of the dark. I could use dark energy as a shield or use it to telekinetically move objects. I could fly and heal injuries. And the reason I went by Raven is because of my soul-self. It is part of my soul that can leave my body, but it is in the form of a gigantic raven. But, you see, my emotions fuel my powers. So, in order to successfully control and use my powers, I need to be as stoic as possible. This keeps my powers in check and allows the safety of my friends. From what I can discern, your Rachel sounds like a happy, free-spirited person. But I just can't do that. . . I've trained for my entire life to be emotionless. I'm sorry I can't be the person you want me to be." Rachel finally finished speaking and couldn't look at Sarah. She felt Dick's hand on her shoulder, offering support.

"I have never seen anything like this before." Sarah admitted and took off her glasses to rub the bridge of her nose. "Rachel, you wouldn't happen to know a blonde, blue-eyed girl who used to be a Titan, would you?"

Rachel answered immediately. "Oh." She said flatly. "You mean Terra? The back-stabbing traitor? That girl tried to kill us all!"

Sarah immediately looked to Dick and asked, "Would either you or Rachel happen to know a Tara Markov?" She gulped before continuing. "Please consider this thoroughly. I think my sanity depends on it."

—Fin—

A/N: I think I just figured out a very interesting plot line. Sorry this took so long to come out. And I know I should be working on / updating "Amongst the Quiet" and "I Love You, Nevermore", but this idea popped into my head while I was on vacation and I couldn't help but go with it. I think most people know where this is going. . . any more ideas?

Signed,
Her Sappiness