Hi all,

I disappointed that I only received 1 review, thank you the Cretin! If people want me to continue writing, I need the fuel to do so. It doesn't have to be a proper critique; it could be like, "good job!", "great story/chapter" or something like that. Without the encouragement, the pool of ideas that is my mind goes dry and I no longer feel like writing.

I do not own the Teen Titans or any other trademarks or copyrights I might mention throughout the duration of this story. James Stockton is my own creation so please don't steal my idea!

This next chapter is a bit funny, I laughed out loud when I remembered it.

Meet the Parents

The forest was still and silent, only the sound of nature was present. The birds were singing, the brook was babbling and the leaves of the numerous trees were being gently tousled by the soft caress of the wind. This natural orchestra was disturbed by the purr of an engine and the perfect scene was distorted by a gathering dust cloud. A sleek black sedan sped along the road, leaving whirlwinds of colored leaves in its wake.

"You'll be fine James." Said Ophelia as she watched her companion shift and fiddle uncomfortably in his seat.

"That's funny because I don't feel fine."

'What's to worry about? They're just my parents."

"Philly, they're not just your parents, they're superheroes!" He cast her a panicked and exasperated look.

She smiled at the nickname he had given her. "Yes, they're superheroes but you forget that I am too and that you're in training to be a superhero right now. They'll like you I can tell." She reached out and gently grasped his hand.

He gave her a small smile that she returned with enthusiasm.

"I hope you're right. Because there's no way we can turn back now; your dad has probably heard the car by now."

"Okay, just remember that my parents will be analyzing you in every way possible. They're both set in their ways and first impressions mean a lot to them."

They drove up a long tree lined driveway and soon a cozy but spacious-looking Victorian house came into view.

It was painted a warm clean white with dark blue shutters and a dark slate roof. There were horses, cows and a whole other manner of farm animals in the surrounding paddocks. They looked up in mild interest at the vehicle as it passed by them. In the driveway, two other cars were stationary.

"Oh, it looks like Brandon and Phoebe are here. Will the Titans be paying a visit too?" Asked James, clearly not thrilled at the idea.

"I bet that they were just dropping by." Said a sheepish Ophelia.

James only grunted in reply before turning the wheel and coming to a gentle stop beside the green SUV.

Ophelia's pointed ears twitched involuntarily as she heard movement inside the house. "They know we're here."

As soon as the words left her lips, the front door was thrown open and four oddly colored people emerged.

One was identical to Ophelia every way beside the length and style of her hair and clothes, of course. Her grassy green hair was short and edgy; unlike her twin whose hair was long and sleek. The other person, a young man, had short and choppy violet hair and pale green skin. Behind the two was an older couple; a violet haired woman with pale grey skin and a green skinned and haired man, it was obvious that the younger people in front of them were their children.

"Philly!" Shouted the young woman, running forward and wrapping her arms tightly around her twin who had detached herself from her boyfriend.

"Phoebe! How have you been? I haven't seen you since our last mission." The pecked each other on the cheek in a sisterly way. The twin with the long billowing hair moved on to the young man who stood stiffly beside her twin. They hugged and smiled at each other.

"Hi Brandon! How are you?"

James stood awkwardly on the sidelines, unsure of how to go about introducing himself. He had met Phoebe numerous times and was comfortable with her. Her bubbly personality drew everyone to her and her smile made everyone feel at ease. Brandon not so much; he had only met him briefly a few times but then he and Ophelia hadn't been dating yet. From what Philly had told him, Brandon was mostly serious and took after their mother.

James stood shuffling his feet, eyes roaming the picturesque scenery but not taking any of it in.

"You must be James." Said a monotone voice to his left. He looked up and met her startling amethyst eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. She offered her hand in a polite but business-like gesture. He shook it nervously.

"H-hi Mrs. Logan." He stuttered, inwardly cursing himself for stumbling over his words.

"Please, just call me Raven." She smiled softly.

The green man beside stepped forward and shook his hand in a much friendlier way than his wife.

"And you're Mr. Logan." Said James smiling when he saw the older man's friendly face.

"Mr. Logan was my father."

"Oh, right, I'm sorry; its Dr. Logan isn't it?" He inwardly cursed himself again.

The older man chuckled. "No, no you can just call me Gar."

When all pleasantries and introductions had been made, the group headed inside. They were led into the large living room where they seated themselves on the plush sofas. The women had begun talking about various womanly topics. The three men ventured outside. They talked about sports, movies and other manly things.

James felt that he was starting to warm up to Ophelia's father, he was friendly, funny and talkative. And Brandon wasn't half bad either, a little on the serious and cynical side but still pleasant.

"Hey, James, come here, I wanna show you something." James noted that the carefree mirth that had been plastered on his face had vanished.

James did as he was instructed with Brandon close on his heels. Gar led the trio to a small cluster of pine trees. James watched in astonishment as Gar's had morphed into a claw that didn't look like anything he had ever seen before.

"You see this tree?" Gar gestured to the medium sized tree that stood about 2 meters high. He continued when James nodded. "If you ever, I mean ever hurt my daughter in any way, you cheat on her, you lie to her or make her sad in any way." He paused as he swung his mighty paw in one swift motion; the tree was cut clean in half. It fell slowly and with a thud it hit the ground, hard. "That'll be your dick. Am I understood?" He said with complete seriousness.

James only nodded.

I don't think you do yet. You don't look very scared. Brandon, show him." Brandon levitated two large rocks with his powers. "If you EVER hurt my little Philly, this'll happen to your balls." Gar nodded. James' eyes widened comically as the rocks were crushed into dust.

"I-I understand."

The rest of the day passed as a blur for James. After the little chat that Ophelia's father and brother had had with James, things had been lively and cheerful. But unfortunately all good things had to come to an end.

"Bye everyone!" Yelled Ophelia as the black sedan pulled away from the house. She continued waving until the house was out of view. "So what do you think? My parents aren't that bad, are they?"

"No they were great. Your mom was very nice. And your dad is very protective isn't he?" He asked, glancing at her sideways.

"He can be. Why? Does this have something to do with why you three went outside?"

"Well let's just say, if I ever hurt you, I won't be having a family after."

Thanks for watching! I don't know how I feel about this story.

I was inspired to write this after my dad told me what he and my brother told my first boyfriend. But obviously my dad didn't morph his hand into a claw.

Please review to keep me inspired!

As soon as school calms down, I'll be able to update G.I.B.B.R.I.S. sooner.

Sincerely,

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