Disclamer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

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With no direction but away, my steps fall in the path of least resistance. Sirens wail in various directions and distance like they wailed this morning. A few ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks sail past.

The emergency department will stay busy for the next day. Even if the disaster causes small scale damage, and this one did, survivors require medical treatment, fires start, and crime rates surge. Natural disasters bring out the best and worst in people. Ordinary civilians turn into heroes, who help others in anyway they can, or criminals, who take advantage of the chaos for their own benefit. For some it becomes a story to share. For others it remains a memory to forget.

I end up back at the dock. The stolen fishing pole lays untouched with the seaweed still attached to the hook. After the drift wood incident, only two options exist: pick up the pole and fish right now or never fish again. The form choice won out.

I make sure to sit in the middle of the dock as far from either side as possible. The stubborn clump of seaweed eventually comes undone and is returned to the ocean. I cast a line out. The emotions threatening to spill over slowly dissipate.

Honestly, most days nothing remotely note worthy happens. Getting a tick bite, arriving in a new city, finding a sandwich resting on top of a dumpster heap still in a wrapper that is my normal type of interesting. They bare no rebalance to yesterday or today. There must be something fundamentally strange with this city. Since Sara isn't here, it is time to leave this place anyway. Maybe she'll be in Arizona. She loves the desert. I sigh and reel in. I doubt I'll ever find her, but giving up is too hard, costs too much.

Planks creak, and shadows move up the deck. Maybe if I ignore them, they'll leave.

"Illegally fishing?"

Apparently not, that would be too easy. I pause in folding my fishing rod to spy Sara's five friends blocking off the one non-watery escape route. This city is officially cursed.

Spiky must have spoken. His arms are crossed, and even with the mask, anyone could feel his glare. It appears I'll have to irritate them enough to get them to leave. Spiky won't require much of a push.

I yawn and finish stowing the fishing pole. "Does it count if nothing is caught?"

"But something was caught: you red handed," Spiky fires back smugly. If yesterday's driftwood incident never occurred, he get shoved in the water, right about now.

"'Innocent till proven guilty,'" I quote sickly sweet. "I was just admiring my fishing pole near the ocean."

Ice Queen roll hers eyes.

"Just like you were admiring that knife close to my throat," Alien Boy joined in, waving his arms around. They certainly have the strangest clothes. They must form a band of some kind.

I give Alien Boy a huge smile. "You're catching on!" He doesn't step forward, like I expect, but gazes at me with pity. "Please just go away," I mentally plead. Somehow, Alien Boy picks it up, because he asks a silent why.

"Enough," snaps the Ice Queen. "We saw you fishing. She is a liar and a criminal. Are you sure about this?" What exactly do they want?

Spiky answers, "Not entirely, but she is Tara's sister."

"Wrong, 'she' is Tara, and your Tara is Tara's sister." Ironically, the truth creates another tally under liar.

Robot Man questions Spiky, "Wait, if you're not sure about it, then why even do it?"

"She is Tara's sister," Spiky repeats with more meaning than the first time, meaning that I don't understand, although Robot Man gets it and lowers his gaze. It is like they owe Sara something, and whatever they have in mind repays it. I wonder what kind of relationship exited between them and Sara.

"I guess we should introduce ourselves then, unless you already know our names," props Robot Man, expecting me to already know their names. They probably won't appreciate the new nicknames, so he continues the introductions, pausing to see if any of them ring a bell. They don't. The Teen Titans might be a famous band, but I can't even keep up with days of the week let alone celebrities.

I stand up. "Call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter. I'm leaving the city today to continue hunting for my identity thief."

Alien Boy or Beast Boy asks, "Uh, who?"

"Sara," I inform him. Realizing that they wouldn't know her by that name, I add on, "My sister or your Tara. It was nice to meet you all, but I have to go."

I dart past them, using the gap between the red haired teen, Starfire, and the edge of the dock.

Spiky- Robin offers, "Actually, why don't you stay with us for awhile?" The ridiculous idea stuns me.

I take the bait. "Why?" Why would they want me to, and why would I want to?

"Well for one, you wouldn't have to illegally fish for food," points out Cyborg (Robot Man).

"Why would you want me to?"

That throws them. After a few moments, Starfire speaks up, "We would enjoy the 'getting to know you better'?" She sounds unsure of either her English or the validity of the statement probably the latter.

I shake my head no. "You don't understand. I have to find my sister. She has... accidents, and someone needs be there to help her." She does lose complete control, and every time, it tears a part of her away. She never saw it that way. Each failure motivated her to jump into more situations where she'd have more accidents. I'd try to keep her together, but pieces still fell away. Mom or Dad could've done more.

They share a look, and Raven answers, "later."

"We're your best shot at finding her," Cyborg remarks.

They might be my only one. "Okay."

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