An Author's note: Yes this chapter is very short. I've got more pappers and projects than I have ever seen in my life this year. Pluse when the cliffhanger came I could not resist it.

I don't own Jaws.

Chapter Ten

Questions

A green pterodactyl leapt into the air, clutching a very wet and very perturbed looking Cyborg in its claws. A few seconds later Starfire arose as well with Robin, followed by Raven, who still had not idea how she had managed to get stuck with the dog. Said dog's fur was so fluffed up from fear that Raven was getting some doggy hairs up her nose, which is not a pleasant experience even if you happen to like dogs. Raven did not particularly like dogs, so she was not in a good temper at all.

Jaws, as it turned out, is an excellent jumper. He was leaping out of the water as well, trying to catch Raven and Angel. Raven was having none of that. A black shield erupted between her and the shark. She got a pretty good look at the shark's tonsils. Not to mention its rather…fishy breath. Right then and there Raven decided that she did not like seafood at all. Nope, not a bit.

Levitating as fast as she could, Raven followed the rest of the team as they struggled to catch up with Macavity.

Finally, they had reached the nice sandy shore of what looked like a beach resort. Macavity had already reached the shore and was shaking himself to get rid of the water soaking his coat. The Titans landed just in time to get showered by little salty droplets from the cat creature. Then he turned around and started licking himself…like a cat.

Robin glared at the cat. "Who is this?" he asked Cyborg.

"Not sure…but he did help us out back there…" Cyborg said.

"Who are you?" Robin asked Macavity.

Macavity paused in his licking to glare at the Titan's leader. "I'm grooming here." He snarled and flicked his tail.

"But-" Robin started, but was cut off when Macavity hissed at him.

Once Macavity was done grooming himself (even though it did not seem to do a bit of good, his coat was still pretty dusty), he started walking off towards the nearest collection of buildings.

"Well," he said over his shoulder "you hungry or not?"

The Titans glanced at each other, none of them quite sure what to make of this strange creature. However, since he did not seem too interested in their entrails (unlike the rest of the current populace) they decided to follow him.

"Dude…why does everyone look…faceless?" Beast Boy glanced around nervously.

Raven did not blame him, for some reason the various beachgoers and tourists here did not seem to have faces, just blurred images. It was a bit freaky, but when you compared this to the zombies…yes, Raven thought she could live with a bunch of faceless people as long as they did not get it in their heads to eat her.

"So…who wants fish and chips?" Macavity had somehow managed to find a nondescript looking booth with another faceless person behind the counter. Macavity was holding up a paper plate of what looked like fried fish and French fries.

Cyborg, who had never really had a good long talk with a British person, looked at the greasy sticks of potatoes and said, "Man, those aren't chips!" Cyborg pointed to a bag of potato chips "Those are chips."

Macavity grinned "Nope, those are crisps." He said.

Cyborg opened his mouth to argue some more, but Raven interrupted him.

"Cyborg, in England fries are called chips and potato chips are called crisps." She said.

"Huh? Why?" Cyborg looked at her.

Raven shrugged.

"Look on the bright side," Macavity grinned "At least I didn't offer you any spotted dick."

"Any WHAT!"

"It's a pudding, Cyborg." Raven was trying very very hard not to laugh at this.

"I still would like to know who you are." Robin gave Macavity a hard look. "Who are you, where did you come from and what do you know about…all of this?"

Macavity finished off his fish, and then seemed to think about the question. Finally he answered "The name's Macavity…you could say…I come from you."

"What?" Robin asked.

"Sorry, can't be more specific than that."

"Why not?"

"Not the right time."

"What do you mean 'not the right time'?"

"Just what I said. What's the matter? You have trouble understanding proper English?"

Robin resisted the urge to squeeze that cat's neck. He tried a different approach. "Do you know what is going on here?"

"Yes." Macavity said.

"Could you please tell us?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Not the right time."

"….what do you mean by that?"

"I mean. It. Is. Not. The. Right. Time."

Robin was getting frustrated.

"When will it 'be the right time'?" He growled.

Macavity looked up at the sky "Depends."

"On what?"

"You." Macavity kept looking at the sky.

"Okay…who is doing this to us?" Robin tried a different question.

Macavity finally stopped looking at the clouds and looked at Robin "Who do you think?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

"What makes you think I know?"

"Because you keep avoiding my questions." Robin growled.

"….okay Sherlock."

"Are you going to tell us anything?"

"…yes."

"Okay…what?"

"Well…if you want to go forward you best bet is to kill Jaws."

"Why?"

"That is what happened before. Either it must happen in a similar way as it did before or you must find a way out of the zone. Either will work."

"Wait…this has happened before?"

"Of course…he saw it." Macavity nodded at Cyborg.

"Huh?" Cyborg gave the cat a puzzled look.

"You saw Jaws."

"Huh…you mean the movie?"

"What else could I mean?" Macavity asked.

"But…wait a second." Robin rubbed his head. "Are you trying to tell us that shark out there…is Jaws?"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"But Jaws was a movie!

"No shit, Sherlock." Macavity could not help that one.

"But how could a movie shark be out there swimming around a real bay?" Robin shouted.

"Who said the bay is real? Who said any of this is real?" Macavity said. "Who said I'm real? How, for that matter, are you sure that you are real?"

Robin stared at the cat for a long time…he was not sure if he could answer that.

A/n: Yes, spotted dick is real. No I have never had it…but I have been to England.