A/N: Ok, so firt things first, there is a PM I have to address.

Anon (by request): No, Lucas does not have multiple-personality disorder or schizophrenia, he's in shock. His mind can't comprehend the events that have taken place, so he ha reverted to a simpler state of mind (to himself) temporarily.

Second. After a small discussion, I have a request for all of you, my fabulous readers. TeslaThemedWriter is an aspiring writer (duh) and wishes to have their fics read and reviewed, so they can see what they've done wrong, and how they can improve. It's optional (obviously), but would you give them a chance? Please and Thank You.

Now, Soon Lucas will have to deal with the world as he knows it changing, and then he begins training to be a Titan! What roll will he fill? How fast will he progress? Where the hell is his sister? Keep reading to find out!

Chapter 7: An Awkward Recovery

My body kept drinking tea of it's own accord, while I desperately tried to scream out that I should get home. After a final sip, the voice appeared again.

"Raven...where do I go from here? I can't go to foster care, It'd destroy me completely. I can't go to my sister, she'd probably kill me."

"That's what Robin was discussing with that social worker. I think by now he's probably convinced her to let you stay here, with us."

"Does that mean I'd have to become a Titan?"

Raven almost nodded, before she sighed and put down her mug. "Only if you want to. If you don't you'd stay here and do...whatever while we were gone."

"That seems like it'd be awfully boring. I'll probably join to stay busy."

"Then Cyborg will have to give you a physical, and Robin will have to determine your strengths and weaknesses, so he can train you right."

"That's fine..." then it clicked what Raven said, and I snapped my gaze to her.

"A p-p-physical?! I-I-I s-s-s-s-swear I-I'm f-f-f-f-fine!"

Raven's eyebrows rose at the return of my stutter, indicating I'd somehow recovered from my shock. "Yes," she said in her quiet monotone. "A physical. As in, Cyborg has to check your health and sees if you're healthy enough to be a Titan."

"I k-k-k-k-know w-w-w-w-w-what a p-p-p-physical is!" I managed.

"Why so worried then?" She queried. So did a quick once-over of me, trying to find something wrong with me. I fiddled with my shirt uncomfortably.

"W-w-w-w-w-well..."

The other Titans chose that moment to return to the tower. I was about to sigh in relief, when Cyborg decided to get straight to the point.

"Lucas wants to join the Titans?"

Raven nodded, and he sighed quietly. "Alright Lucas, come with me. The sooner this is out of the way, the sooner we can get started on helping you with your stutter."

I didn't say anything. I knew it would be bad for a Hero to stutter, in a fight for example. But doing the physical right now? I fidgeted uncomfortably, twisting my shirt around without lifting it. Beast Boy picked up on my discomfort, but didn't seem to want to cut me any slack.

"Bro, either go with Cyborg right now, so we don't all see what you don't want us to see, or I will pull your shirt off right here, and Cyborg will begin the physical in front of everyone."

My brain seized, and I sat totally still. That was apparently the wrong answer, As Beast Boy shared a look with Starfire, and both walked over to me, gripped my shirt by the hem, and lifted quickly, revealing my torso to the Titans. I blushed so hard, you'd think I was a fresh Bell Pepper. Or maybe a Jalapeńo.

The Titans had various reactions to what they saw.

Cyborg's mouth dropped, but otherwise nothing happened. Beast Boy dropped his grip on my shirt, mouth hitting the floor, eyes watery for some reason. Raven's eyes bugged out, and her mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. Starfire's reaction was most disconcerting. She dropped my shirt, coupled her hands and brought them to her cheek, then looked at me with hearts for eyes, drool dangling from the corner of her mouth. Robin saw Starfire's reaction, looked at me, lifted his shirt and looked at his own torso, then glared at me with jealousy.

I will admit, my body is strange, warranting most of the reactions, but Star's and Robin's confused me.

Starting at my pants' waistline, which rode low because I have narrow hips and so was just barely above my groin, my "body hair" started. In reality, it wasn't hair, it was small plant roots embedded in my flesh, replacing hair, just like anywhere on my body. The roots climbed in a methodical fashion, branching constantly, and getting slimmer as it neared my belly button. Underlying the skin of my stomach was a six-pack, though not completely defined. My whole body being very skinny, the lack of fat made my muscles seem more defined than they really were. From my belly button, a tree-like design of interconnecting veins was visible, rising to right below my rib cage. Where my ribs would be on a non-plant human, were thin, branch-like lines. Instead of the usual twenty-four, due the thickness (or lack thereof), I had forty-eight. From each rib, a line extended, connected to the others, and traveled upwards to my collarbone. When they reached my clavicle, after having thickened as they traveled into one solid line, the line split in two and formed my collarbone. Everywhere you looked, if you could see the veins, they were green.

The group of teenagers ogled me for several minutes, before Cyborg shook his head and pulled his arm up, a small scanner appearing and running over my torso. After it ran over my chest and stomach twice, it flipped back into Cyborg's arm and beeped loudly, snapping everyone else out of their stupors.

When Starfire realized she was drooling, she wiped her chin quickly and looked at Robin with pure guilt. Beast Boy broke down crying, lamenting his lack of muscle. Cyborg was trying to get the readings on my "physical", and was apparently having trouble. Robin sulked in the corner, a storm cloud over his head, raining on him. Starfire floated over to him and crouched down, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering things to him. Raven quickly turned away and exited the room, presumably to go change into clothes that weren't turned into rags. I thought I saw a small blush on her face, but couldn't be sure.

As all this was going on, I quietly caught my shirt on my foot, and pulled it to me. Once I got it back on, I tried slinking out of the room without letting anyone know. Unfortunately, Robin shot his gaze at me with a fire burning in his eyes.

"Lucas, it's obvious you're healthy enough to join the Titans. So we're going to start training you right away!"

I 'meeped' quietly.

The four titans in the room recovered quickly with those words, then Starfire flew over to me, grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me out of the living room, down the hall, and into a large gym.

Off to one side was a massive weight set, a treadmill, and a combat dummy. The rest of the massive room was filled with roll-mats. So most of the room was open space, with cushioning on the floor so no-one would get hurt. Spars apparently happened often.

Starfire let me go, but pushed me onto the mats, indicating the Titans didn't just evaluate you, they watched you in a combat situation with no preparation.

I turned to protest, but a green-gloved fist flew at me. I quickly threw myself backwards, barely dodging the attack. Following my momentum, I tucked into a backwards roll, then came up in a Judo stance. Robin looked at me with a critical eye.

"You're reaction time is on par with Raven's."

I said nothing. He shrugged and settled into a Karate stance.

Oh crap. I thought. He lunged at me in a flurry of limbs. Combing a bunch of different martial arts couldn't have been easy, but Robin made it look effortless. I really only knew Judo, and it was mostly a defensive style.

I started off ok. He started with a right chop, which I blocked, and thrust my arm out, landing a palm strike on his left abdominal. He looked surprised for a moment before his face settled into an emotionless mask, and he sped up his strikes. From then, I only managed to block every third attack, and I didn't manage to counter at all. Robin was merciless. Chops, kicks, punches, knees, elbows, headbutts. He threw everything at me, and I was getting battered, like a small shrub in a hurricane. Though they didn't really hurt, they showed me just how far above my level Robin was. I wasn't surprised, but it hurt my pride that after all the time I put into learning Judo, my defense was ultimately useless. Then Robin rubbed salt into the wound.

"Come on, Lucas. Is this the best you can do? Where's that power I saw earlier? Was that just a fluke?"

My eyes must have flashed, because suddenly Robin looked a little worried. I blocked his punch, then bolted in before he could pull back his arm to block. I sent out a palm strike to his gut. He doubled over for a second, then launched backwards, a look of utter surprise on his face. When he hit the ground, he rolled. When he finally stopped, he stood shakily, a maniacal grin on his face.

"So, you speed up when you get mad. Good to know." he reached behind his back and whipped out his bo-staff. He spun it over his head expertly, then snapped it to a ready stance in front of him.

"H-hey! I don't h-have a w-w-weapon!" I cried out.

Robin smiled maliciously. "That's your problem." then he charged me. He swung the staff quickly, and I just barely managed to dodge each attack. The extra length allowed me to react before he brained me.

Robin quickly moved from a left sweep, into a downward strike. I yanked back, but the end of his weapon caught my shirt, ripping it in half, once again revealing my torso. I heard cheering from the side.

"Yay! Robin is winning!"Starfire called out.

"Get him dude! Come on! The new guy shouldn't be shown mercy!" Yelled Beast Boy.

"BOOO-YAH!" Cyborg shouted loudly.

"You guys realize Lucas has basically kept even footing with Robin this whole time, right?" Raven said calmly. When did she get here?

"I think there's a chance he might be able to tie, or even beat, Robin here." That sent a thrill through me, before it was squished.

"No way Rae! He couldn't even block Robin earlier!" Beast Boy said. That hurt.

Robin took advantage of my slight distraction, and feinted a sweep, but turned it into a jab, hitting me in the chest with enough force to send me rolling. That would hurt in the morning. Only when I shakily got to my feet did I realize my shirt was ruined.

"Hey! That was my favorite shirt!" Robin just smirked haughtily. My chlorophyll started to boil. Ok, that sounded weird. Maybe I should just say blood. I shrugged off my ruined shirt, revealing my muscular back. I heard a wolf whistle, then some laughter, and out of the corner of my eye, noticed a few more people had shown up in the room, but I didn't have time to see who. All I knew was there were several girls, an just as many guys.

"Should have dodged better then," Robin said nonchalantly. Now I was starting to get REALLY mad. I growled quietly and willed vines to spread from my elbows. I heard shocked gasps, but ignored them. The vines moved of their own will into my hands, shaping themselves to whatever they saw fit. In my right hand, a long blade of grass and leaves appeared, looking razor sharp, and perfectly balanced. In my left, the vines twisted into the shape of a war-axe. The vines formed the handle, stiffening into a solid grip, while leaves formed the blade, again razor sharp. Both weapons felt perfect in my hand, and the vine grip wrapped around my wrists, latching them to me. I knew instinctively I wouldn't lose them unless I wanted to.

I shifted my weight, putting the sword forward and across my body diagonally, and the axe just behind me, visible to Robin, but only just, the blade facing away from my body. My legs were spread slightly, toes facing outward, knees slightly bent.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" a feminine voice called out.

Whispers ensued as Robin looked at me blankly.

"How did you do that?" he asked. I said nothing.

One spectator decided to try to psych me out. "Those things are made of plants, right?" a few murmurs of the affirmative followed. "Then Robin should be fine! Who ever heard of plants cutting something or being able to fight back?" a few laughs at this.

"You shouldn't judge a book by its' cover, Speedy. You never know what this guy is capable of." Two voices said simultaneously. Raven's I recognized, but the other sounded slightly high-pitched. I'd heard it before, but couldn't place it at the moment,

Robin decided enough was enough and charged at me, swinging his staff in a blur of attacks.

He looked genuinely surprised when I managed to block every one somehow. After several failed attacks, and successful counter-attacks by me, he brought his staff down in a vicious overhead chop, but I caught his attack with my weapons crossed in an X. He snarled and continued to push down, but his weapon stayed where it was. I smirked lightly, then kicked out underneath my crossed weapons.

I didn't know where this battle fury was coming from, or the knowledge, but I didn't really care. I felt more alive than I ever had before. I was in my element. My foot connected with Robin's chest, and the pressure disappeared from my weapons. I snapped them to the side, then spun quickly, lifting my leg and hitting Robin in the side of the head with a vicious round-house. He flew to the side, landing with a solid thunk.

I stood there, waiting in my stance, as he slowly got up, then fell to his knees clutching his head. He looked at me groggily. I finally noticed his appearance. Robin was covered in a sheen of sweat, his outfit cut to ribbons, with several of those gashes accompanied by a thin line of blood on his skin. I, however, didn't even feel winded. No sweat poured from my body in rivulets. No staff marks marred my body. I looked at my blades. On the long-sword, one edge was coated in a thin layer of blood. The axe, though to a lesser degree, had a similar appearance.

Robin stood shakily, and dropped his staff.

"I concede."

Shocked silence followed his declaration, as everyone, even me, tried to process what had just happened. Robin then promptly collapsed, gasping for breath.

That caught everyone's attention. Starfire and Speedy, whom I recognized from the time Control Freak tested the Titans East, rushed forward and lifted Robin's prone form over their shoulders, carrying him out. Probably to the infirmary.

The next thing I knew, three people were standing in front on me. One was about Robin's height, and dressed in a red outfit, a lightning bolt surrounded by a white circle on his chest. Kid Flash.

The other two were obviously twins. They were the same height, which barely came to my waist, and were both dressed in white suits. One had a plus sign on his chest, while the other had a minus sign. Mas y Menos, the ion twins as I called them.

Deciding to be polite, I bowed to all three, then spoke to the spanish-speaking twins first.

A/N: I will put the bits where characters speak another language in italics, as copy/ paste doesn't work right, and I can't find where to change the language setting.

"Hello, little sirs, it's an honor to make your acquaintance." their eyes lit up, then they spoke in unison.

"You speak Spanish?!"

"Yes, not perfectly, but enough to hold a decent conversation."

The little men cheered, and I turned to Kid Flash. Before I could say anything though, I saw the small mob of heroes racing forward to talk to me.

I flinched and gripped my weapon handles tighter as the mob descended.