Authors Note: I'm back! Sorry it's been so long, my life is finally getting back together after eight A-Levelexams in January. So here's the next chapter of 'No Choice', please enjoy. If not tell me what I'm doing wrong, I've been out of it for while. This Chapter is dedicated to one of my most faithful reviewers Evilsangel, thanks for nagging. I needed it.

Disclaimer: Come on, I struggle with juggling College, waiting tables, having (a very reclusive) life and writing acceptable Fanfiction. There's no way I could include Teen Titans on top of that. Ergo I don't own it!

Like the animals he shared such an affinity with, the once Beast Boy, now Changeling, hated being trapped. It was one of the few things that really got to him, more so than people eating meat. He wasn't claustrophobic, in fact Garfield Logan had happily spent hours exploring caves with his wife miles underground. No, it wasn't the limited space that drove him insane. It was the fact that he couldn't escape. The green shape shifter briefly paused his pacing to touch the large metal collar round his neck before dropping his hands and resuming his measured walking.

He mentally scolded himself for the thousandth time since he'd been captured. He should've been more wary. Raven had even warned him to be careful mere hours before he had taken his family to the rain forests of Brazil. Like his parents before him, Garfield Logan was a brilliant biologist, specialising in exotic animals, and he frequently travelled abroad from his home in California. Of course Terra wasn't going to let him go alone, after all she loved new places as much as he did. That meant only one thing, every few months, Changeling, Terra and their two children would leave the states and spend six to eight weeks in a wilderness somewhere whilst Gar carried out his research. The Logans had never been known for their stay at home natures.

This time had seemed no different than the hundreds of others. Dr. Logan had heard rumours of a rare type of parrot by Carauari in the Amazon Lowlands. As always Terra and their son Quinn were enthusiastic and Lenore wouldn't be left behind. In the same manner as hundreds of times before, the Logans planned their journey and were ready to go within a fortnight and like every other time the first one that knew where they were going was the Godmother of their children, Raven.

However this time she gave the pair a warning. She had told them that she hadn't heard from Starfire and Aqualad and they'd been due back from their biannual vacation to Atlantis for two weeks. The sorceress had warned her childhood friends that she'd heard some strange rumours of kidnapping. In the same manner since childhood, Changeling and Terra had laughed it off. After silently promising themselves to be on guard. Ravens rarely give useless advice.

Of course after four days of being the only humans within miles, their caution had almost completely disappeared. For one thing Changeling was having too much fun teaching his son how to climb like a monkey through the trees and looking like an idiot when his six year old child surpassed him after an hour. Then the men had come.

Garfield had just discovered that the parrot rumour was false and the trip had just been officially announced as a family vacation for the next two weeks. After Terra had extracted a promise of no work. The family was celebrating over a tofu feast when Lenore had started screaming.

Even though the toddler had not yet shown any signs of powers she was often the first to know when something was wrong. Seconds later the green jaguar had picked up the scent of strangers approaching their camp. With Ravens warning quickly springing to mind at her husbands growl, Terra quickly formed a small cave beneath the tent. With strict instructions to look after his sister, Terra had hidden her two most precious charges deep under the Earth and joined her husbands side.

Tears sprung to Changelings eyes. If they'd just taken their children and ran as soon as Lenore had screamed her warning, then they'd still be together. Instead the two past heroes had done what they always did. They had prepared to fight. From a distance the two lovers had been shot with sleeping darts. The green man growled as he recalled turning back to his human form as the world began to spin. He'd lost consciousness with his drugged wife in his arms. The cowards hadn't been brave enough to fight, just shot them like animals about to be tagged.

The shape shifter had woken up in a perfectly white room that was exactly four paces by five paces. The room itself hadn't been what set Changeling into a panic. What was missing from the room did. More specifically, Terra. Instantly he'd tried to morph to a form that could escape his prison only to discover he couldn't. Around his neck had been placed a large metal collar, much like the one an alien had placed him back when he'd been a Titan, except this one apparently restricted his abilities. Changeling had grown a lot since he was a teenager and although he knew he'd never be as muscular as Cyborg he was not a push over. Yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remove the restraint.

In the first few hours of his captivity Gar had alternated between shouting himself hoarse screaming for Terra, attacking the door of his cell, or making his neck bleed as he tried to get the collar off. After his voice was barely a whisper and he could barely stand from the bruises he'd given himself, the exhausted shape shifter had collapsed. When he woke he was still in the same cell and he was still alone. The only change had been the plate of hot rice and cup of water on the floor. It seemed that his captors did not intend for him to starve. After more yelling and fighting, Changeling had decided he was doing himself no good. If he wanted to escape then dislocating his shoulder against the door was not the way to do it. Instead he'd spent the last nine hours pacing his cell. His only hope was that Raven had found the children when they hadn't called her that night. He'd give anything to know that they were safe.

When he had once more reached the end of his cell, Changelings prayed for moment arrived. He heard a noise beyond the sound proofed room. Instantly the former hero spun on his heel and charged at the opening door. Gar looked down in confusion as another dart pierced the skin of his chest before he had crossed half of the room. The shape shifter looked back up at the now open door in time to see a dark silhouette lower their gun before sleep claimed him.

Like his wife before him, Garfield Logan, once member of the Teen Titans, woke to find himself lying on a metal table in what felt suspiciously like a hospital gown. Instinctively he tried to collect as much data of his surroundings without alerting his captors. Other than the fact that it was cold he couldn't seem to sense anything. For some reason his mind was groggy, almost like he'd lost a drinking contest to Cyborg the night before. With an almost insolent laziness, his memories began to return to the former hero.

Changelings eyes shot open in the dark as he remembered the last time he'd seen Terra. She'd been defenceless, he had to protect her… with a start the shape shifter realised that he couldn't move. Suddenly a cold, masculine voice began to talk.

"Recording experiment 6931. Subject 1679. Interrogation 1. Chemicals used are Symethonal, Cathartisine, Dimethoncate and Hycrotorall. Subjects blood tests have shown an intolerance towards Tryothepan,"

Garfield began to struggle at the mention of drugs, his pathetic efforts were ignored by the voice. As a biologist Dr. Logan knew what the chemicals did. He'd published a paper calling for their ban on animal experiments after studies had shown the drugs not only encouraged psychological trauma from the sense of helplessness but were addictive. If he hadn't been so terrified, Changeling might have laughed at such chemicals being used on him. It was the perfect revenge for some of his colleagues after he'd raised an almost international uproar over animal rights, causing drug companies to lose billions of dollars when the government had responded by banning certain chemicals. This had meant several eminent 'scientists' losing a lot of money after supporting such companies for years.

"Subject is male. Although the subject was born Caucasian his entire colouring was turned green after exposure to an experimental antidote to a fatal disease as a child of eight years. Subject is approximately 5ft 11" in height and has the ability to transform into any animal the subject has seen. Given name is Garfield Logan, doctor of biology, graduating first in his class at Cambridge University, favoured among many as a future Nobel Prize winner. Commonly known as alias Beast Boy until 17 years of age when the subject adopted the alias Changeling. Married Tara Markov or Subject 1678 in the year 2008. Interrogation concerns the subjects two children, Quinn and Lenore Logan, six and three years of age respectively. Despite corresponding information, the subjects offspring were not at the scene of pick up."

At the mention of his childrens names, Garfields struggles increased, almost knocking out on of the many wires piercing his skin. Pain shot up his body as the previously unnoticed intruders were dislodged. Instantly the man from the shadows was at the green shape shifters side, gently placing two electrodes on his temples. Changeling stopped struggling as an electric current was sent through his body, his thoughts temporarily drowned out by the pain.

"Where are your children?" At the mans cold voice the TV screen at the head of the metal bench flickered to life. It showed Terra and Changeling handing Lenore to a figure covered in shadows as Quinn ran towards the figure. The two parents smiled.

The man raised an eyebrow at the figure on the metal table. Apparently the subject had the ability to resist interrogation. Changeling whimpered as another shock flowed through his body.

"Who's looking after Quinn and Lenore?" the screen remained the same, showing a grinning couple hand over their children. The mans voice retained its bored cadence as he inflicted more pain upon the shape shifter and repeated his question.

"Who's babysitting for you?"

'… babysitting?' Changeling stopped resisting as a memory crossed his mind. The first time Quinn had been babysat…

"Diapers!" the panicking Terra turned to her husband. "What if there aren't enough diapers?"

She started to go back into the house before a pair of green arms encircled her.

"Honey we've double checked everything…"

"Only double?" came a sarcastic voice from the doorway.

Garfield glared at the violet haired sorceress before turning back to his wife.

"Not only are there more than enough diapers in the cupboard, there's enough breast milk, talcum powder, moisturiser…"

"His favourite bubble bath?"

A similar expression to Terras came over Changelings face. Raven sensed it and before the couple could run back into the house to check she walked over to them, gently carrying a pale green baby with wide blue eyes.

"I have enough of everything. Don't worry, you'll be back in four days." Garfield turned calmer at his friends voice but Terra still looked doubtful. "Go, have fun. You deserve it."

Garfield started to walk his geomancer wife to the battered blue VW in the driveway.

"Yeah, everything's going to be fine. Ravens always been hyper responsible and it's not like she's alone…" A puzzled silence reigned as both Terra and Garfield tried to remember whether that was a comfort or not… considering the company. Raven smiled.

"If you two don't leave now, I will make you," a look of terror wiped the confusion from the couples faces. "Go, you two need a break."

Garfield nodded his thanks as Ravens words finally allowed him to get his reluctant wife into the car.

Raven brought a wide blue-eyed, pale green baby over to the passenger window. Terra smiled and lightly tickled under his chin.

"Goodbye Quinny. Mummy and Daddy will be back soon so you be good to Aunty Raven ok?"

The baby chortled, causing his parents to grin at him before they drove away, waving at Raven and their baby as they went.

The figure in the shadows expertly hid his amazement as the short memory faded from screen. The subject had lost consciousness. Everything that had just happened was unprecedented. The drugs the subject had received were perfectly calibrated for the subjects body mass, wounds, strength, previous medical experiences… they took everything into account and even employed a computer feedback system to adjust the quantities given. There was no possibility of the subject either resisting the interrogation or passing out and yet both seemingly impossible events had just occurred.

Theoretically it was possible to sabotage the interrogation. One of the few flaws in his method was the cooperation of the subject to recall memories that the Interrogator desired. That was the purpose of the drugs, to both stimulate recollection and to cause the subject to lose the force of will necessary to thwart the investigation.

"Raven…" hissed the Interrogator. It all came down to her. Everything, every goal he had in this project, everything he was doing this for… it all came down to her. He quietly chuckled as three of his lab assistants unhooked the subject and transported the shape shifter back to his cell. The violet eyed sorceress was fast becoming an obsession of his. Now if only he could find her. From the few memories of the former Titan he'd gathered from some of the other inmates, it appeared as if she had contacts everywhere. If he could find her, break open her mind, steal her secrets and her powers… he'd have the entire world in his grasp. Including any 'super' he wanted.

Raven gasped as she slipped out of her meditation. That was peculiar.

For the last few weeks, ever since Starfire had disappeared, Raven had been meditating as often as she could. Unlike in her youth, this was no longer to keep her emotions under control. Both experience and a few helpful pointers from Slade, had taught her how to live with her demonic side instead of fighting against it. Her emotions were only suppressed by choice and not very often. After spending the first dozen and a half years of her life in emotional repression, Raven rejoiced in feeling no matter which emotion it was. Once she'd spent an entire three days in complete misery, something Slade had dealt with admirably. She was incredibly lucky to find someone who would willingly keep a fresh stock of tissues and chocolate even if he had been slightly confused as to why she had wanted to go through it.

Now the only time the half demonic sorceress meditated was when she wanted to centre herself. Something that was very necessary in psychically searching the entire planet for a single individual… or four of them for that matter. So far she'd spent weeks searching for her friends with no success. It was almost as if she was being blocked… although that would involve a far more accurate guess of her powers than she liked an enemy having. It could merely be that looking for a handful of minds out of six billion was too tall an order.

However that didn't explain what had just happened. She'd just reached her centre and had decided to seek for Changeling when a vivid memory crashed into her mind. It was a few months after Quinn had been born. Terra and Garfield where reaching their breaking point and she'd volunteered to baby-sit whilst they enjoyed a week without babies.

Raven shook her head as she stood and smoothed out her shirt. She must be far more stressed than she believed for a memory to distract her that badly. Still it was a pleasant memory. The sorceress smiled as the rest of that day unfolded in her mind…

-FLASHBACK-

After the last minute of panic, Raven had once more convinced her friends that taking a break was a good idea. She stood in their driveway, watching as the battered Bug drove down the road. When they were finally out of sight, the sorceress carried the still chortling pale green baby back into the house. She hummed softly to her Godchild, gently stretching her empathic abilities to lull him to sleep as she carried him up the stairs to the nursery.

Raven smiled as she put Quinn into his cot, the child was already yawning for his afternoon nap. She continued tucking him in as she felt a presence enter the room.

"So they're finally gone?" Slade wrapped his arms around Ravens curved waist and smiled as she relaxed back into him. He could remember how long it had taken her to become used to touch, a hand brushing back her hair, a simple embrace… a kiss… He already knew he would never take this for granted.

"I began to think they'd never leave," Ravens eyes were half-closed, her response a mere whisper as she simply enjoyed his warmth. She smiled as he started kissing her jaw line, brief, feathery and almost teasing as he moved down her neck, gently protesting when he stopped just above her shoulder and withdrew.

Slade looked at her, studying every millimetre of his beloveds profile.

"Have you ever thought of having children?"

Ravens amethyst eyes flew open, her expression surprised but, as Slade was relieved to see, not displeased.

"What brought this on?"

Slade readjusted his arms as the sorceress half turned to him.

"Well… in case you haven't noticed, we are babysitting," Raven raised her eyebrows at his sarcastic response making the warrior grin for a moment. "Terra's roughly a year younger than you?" she nodded. "And Starfire's pregnant…" Raven smiled as she remembered the ecstatic aliens call. Slade continued to watch her, his expression becoming more serious. "I wondered whether you felt you were missing out?"

Raven kissed him, softly yet lingering. As always every thought not concerning here, now and Raven, fled from Slades mind. He still had no idea how she managed to do that. Reluctantly he let her pull back, his heart warming at her open smile.

"Slade… I would love to have children one day. But I know I'm not ready yet." Her smile faded as she remembered the blood that ran through her veins. "I'm not even sure I should ever be a mother…"

Slade tightened his embrace and fiercely whispered into her ear. "You would be an amazing mother," he pulled back slightly as she relaxed into his arms once more.

"Maybe we should find out… one day…"

He smiled. "Maybe we should… one day."

The sorceress sighed as she sensed his gently agreement… one day…

-END OF FLASHBACK-

Ravens eyes gently opened as she accepted the hot tea cup in front of her and looked up at a bemused face.

"You look happy,"

The sorceress raised an eyebrow as if challenging the warrior in his assessment before taking a sip of the dark liquid in her cup. She smiled in contentment. Japanese Cherry tea, perfect. He could always read her moods.

"Just remembering something,"

Slade wrapped his arms around his lover, gently pulling her closer to him.

"And what would that be?"

"The first time we babysat Quinn," murmured the sorceress, meeting his gaze with a smile.

"Ahh… yes," Slade frowned slightly as he brought the incident to the front of his mind. "As I recall, after four days we were exhausted. The Logans came home early to find us collapsed on the couch with the baby monitor on the floor, desperately trying to sleep and taking turns getting up to take care of the little monster."

Raven gently laughed at his expression, mischief dancing in her violet eyes. "Gar told me he and Terra weren't entirely sure whether they were terrified at finding you curled up next to me or if they thought it was cute,"

Slade grunted at being called cute, his scowl deepening slightly. Ravens grin widened.

"It did lessen Terras' absolute terror of you,"

The ex-villain stared at her incredulously. "Is that meant to be a good thing?"

At his affronted tone Raven burst into laughter, barely drawing enough breath to speak.

"Don't worry, your name is still uttered with fear in all aspects of the criminal world,"

"Good," muttered Slade, acting slightly mollified at her words. He loved hearing her laugh, she hadn't indulged in joy enough in her life, something he was determined to make up for.

The two lovers stood in each others arms for a few minutes, both drawing out the moment for as long as they could before the world interrupted them again.

Eventually Raven sighed and moved away from her lovers embrace slightly so that she could look into his face.

"We need him," she whispered with regret.

Slade looked grim as he replied. "I know," the two slowly moved apart, Slade glancing towards his beloved to confirm the situation. "North?"

The sorceress nodded. "He always liked making an entrance,"

"Childish dramatics," muttered Slade as they turned towards the shadows in the North corner of the room, just in time to see a shape appear out of them, looking rather disconcerted to find neither party looking surprised. Raven handed him a cup of coffee.

"Hello Richard."