Chapter 10: LA

Hello.

I have huge writers block, but you guys just really want another chapter, And I really think you deserve one, considering how badly I let you guys down last time- lets think of that one as a filler chapter?

Anyways, this chapter is kinda weird, kinda cursy, and because Beast Boy is the most reckless, you can expect a lot of weirdness.

A lot of you have been trying to guess the baddie, I have a few ideas right now, but they are not set in stone, so, please keep on telling me ur baddie ideas, and why you would (or would not) like for them to be the baddies. If one of you has a made-up baddie who you've always wanted featured in a story, send it in. I'd be happy to incorporate 10-12, best, and most original and imaginative ideas win!

Also. I'm editing the chapters. I reckon this one was the last one with the errors? Maybe Chapter 11 too? I'll check.

Well, I've told you nine times, and I'll tell you again, I do not own Teen Titans, nor will I ever. However as an early birthday present I got a new Teen Titans comic, A kids Game? Maybe you've heard of it.

Sorry for the babbling, wish me a happy birthday for Tuesday and a happy 10th chapter! Thanks

"Muttering. Tapping. Ticking. A soft beeping in the background. More muttering. More tapping. More ticking. The beeping is manmade, and is fairly regular. Silence. Only ticking. Mumbled words. Ticking. The beeping seems to be speeding up. Talking, though the words cannot be made out. Ticking. It's getting louder. The beeping, it's getting faster. Yells, screams, shouts for help. The beeping is causing a commotion, the beeping is a machine, though It can't be placed. No more ticking, no more tapping. A long, machine made beeping noise. The beep, now one long note." The entire sea of faces turned to face two young girls, who had been talking, "That's all." Fawn.

Many of the confused faces lifted their eyebrows. Some of the faces turned away, and some of them inspected the girls closer. Cyborg looked at them, "Are you sure?" Cheyne nodded sadly, as Fawn just gave a weak smile. They were both tired, but Cyborg wanted them to carry on. They were looking into where Beast Boy was, or at least what he was doing, but for now, the two young girls could only hear the goings on, and none of them even seemed important. So far they had listened to six separate goings on, and all of them went in the same way, only some had interruptions, things that sounded like cameras, or huge yells in the middle of one of the conversations. At one point the girls had distinctly heard, "Fired." But they had no idea in the slightest if this was Beast Boy been fired, him firing someone, or if he was just listening into a conversation. They had no idea of what the truth was. What they should be listening for, they had no idea about either. But, Cyborg pestered them into trying harder. This surprised them, wasn't Nightwing supposed to be the one doing that?

They, meaning Nightwing, Raven, Cyborg, Bumble Bee, Fawn and Cheyne, were supposed to have left to LA over eight hours ago, but Fawn and Cheyne had started hearing things, and Cyborg postponed it. Nightwing was checking the jet for bombs and Starfire was cooking up something. Everyone seemed worried about that, not about the bombs, but about Starfires cooking- which they knew would kill them. They all wished as bomb was activated so they wouldn't have to eat blue gunk, yellow meat or rainbow coloured pasta. They would rather die quickly.

The other Titans were all calling their families (probably saying good-bye, in case they died of some strange Tameranian food poisoning), and talking to each other, not realising the help the first Titans needed. Tracing a green changeling was a lot harder than one had thought. A few more hours passed, Fawn and Cheyne were only hearing ticking. No muttering. No beeping. Just the ticking of what sounded like a very large, old clock. So Cyborg, under the influence of Bumble Bee, who was still angry, but not showing it, decided that they should head off to LA.

After Nightwing had done a complete sweep of the T-Jet, which now looked battered, bruised and rusty, twelve times, he got in. Cyborg however did an internal check too, finding several tiny micro chips, that when activated, by turning the Jet on, would explode. They were left clueless, sure Bee could fly, and Raven could teleport, but it would take up far too much energy, and would be too time consuming. Nightwing suddenly had an idea, it sparked in his mind like a broken electric cable, and before long he was on the phone, completely unaware that someone was listening.

"Silly, Silly Richard. He seems to have forgotten what he did not know. I can hear him. Babe, pass the phone." A young woman, wearing a wearing too short pink skirt, and a white form fitting corset entered the room, carrying a small ear-piece. She had no emotion in her sky blue eyes, and though there was an ominous breeze in the room, her short, and platinum blonde hair lay lifeless, the longest part slighting skimming her small shoulders. "Good Girl, now, turn it on." The girl did as asked, weakly smiling. Her nose stuck up slightly, and she smelt an odd aroma in the air, it smelt like burning hair. Her eyes moved to the side, and she saw, to her horror, that her hair was burning. "Faster idiot! I'm going to miss it, look he's already talking!" He slapped the girl, whose neck made a cracking noise. Her head almost hung off her body. The man sighed, as the girl turned pure white in terror. The man helped himself to the ear piece, leaving the girl struggling, with silver tears cascading down her face. "At least your hairs not burning anymore." The man snapped before pressing a button on the small device, instantly hearing Nightwings conversation;

"...I can." It was a deep, very dramatic voice on the line, not Nightwings, maybe a worker.

"Good. I'll need..." Nightwing paused and counted a few people in the room, "six, first class tickets to LA, as soon as possible, for either today or tomorrow."

"Give me a few minutes, Boss." The line went dead silent for a moment, the man listening smiled.

"LA, huh? Easier than I thought it would be. I'm leading them right into the trap, and F and C are doing such a good job! It's like they are different people!" The man then turned to face the woman, who was stood in a puddle of silver. He rolled his eyes, and the woman tried to speak, her neck hardly supporting her head. The man took something small out of his pocket. It was a doll, wearing the same as the girl. It was specifically designed for her. Its head was almost severed off its body, and was starting to edge further and further off, just as the woman's head. Blood was now making its way out of the woman's neck, and the doll seemed to have suddenly obtained a fine red substance on its neck too. The man grabbed a needle and some pink thread, and tied the neck of the doll back onto its pale body. The woman's neck snapped back into place, and she rubbed the tight area around it. It now had fine pink stiches running around it. She bowed, and quickly retreated from the room, waiting to be called once more. Suddenly, the conversation started up again between 'Richard Grayson' and the random worker.

"Six tickets, ordered to LA airport, first class, sets off 10.06 AM tomorrow morning. I'll send them over now"

"Thanks so much, Kahen, I owe you big time!"

"I still need my pay, it's late, Sir."

The line went silent, Nightwing was blushing cherry red. Cyborg made his way up to the man, "This is dangerous. The person who's trying to get to us...he'll do something. I know it." Nightwing looked into Cyborgs eyes, knowing that for once the half-robot was right. "What do we do?" He asked. Cyborg thought for a second before leaving the room.

"I'll do something? Who does he think he is! Accusation after accusation! But...he is right. I suppose I'll stay out of their way while they get to LA...that's where the fun will start. I should meet them there! But first...DOLL, COME!" The girl staggered into the room as soon as she heard her master's call. "I have a job for you, but first, get me the voice recorder. The Titans are about to get a long awaited message." The man's hectic laugh filled the room, composed of metal. It echoed, and even caused the girl to cringe. "What...Will...You...Tell...Them, Master?" Her azure eyes met his dark leaf green ones.

They were lit up in excitement. "Long awaited message, that's all you need to know." He smiled, but the 'doll' carried on, "Please...If...I...am...to...help...you...I...must...know, Master." Her voice was innocent, and ran like a bell, slighting echoing in the room. Her plea was answered by a hard slap to her face. Her cheek turned a very bright blood red. More silver tears fell from her eyes. "I've told you once, darl, and I'll tell you again. Do not question me, I do not care for you, I care for no one, and I can end you. You enjoy life, yes? Going to school, making friends, socialising, eating, and those ghastly sleepovers...that boyfriend?" She nodded lightly, "I made you real, and if you help me, you can have your life, your own life. How does that sound?" The girl looked at the man, determination was written on her face in thousands of languages and fonts, though they all meant the same to the man though, and he didn't care in the slightest, "If you choose to disobey..." The man slashed his throat with his finger. The girl got the message, and almost instantly brought him a voice recorder.

Fawn and Cheyne were watching TV, it was the stupidest thing for them to be doing at the time, but, they had completely tired themselves out. The Titans had long since learnt that Fawn and Cheyne only slept once or twice a week, which was enough. Cyborg wandered into the room, he was about to ask them why they, two ten year olds, weren't in bed at three in the morning, but, he kept it to himself. All of a sudden the girls eyes glowed, Cyborg looked at them, eyes bulging, mouth slightly open.

"Titans Come...NOW!" He yelled through the communicator he owned. He had recently updated it, and his voice rang, not only through the few dozen communicators the tower now had, but also through the recently built in PA speakers. A few minutes past, and all of the Titans, except Speedy, were in the room, watching Fawn and Cheyne predict the future, or more, receive the future. A few seconds after the room was filled with watching eyes, Fawn returned to her normal self, and stared, mouth agape. Cheyne then also stopped glowing. She spoke first. "We take the plane, there is no bomb. Not on that one. I swear." Cyborg had a quizzical look on his face, and was about to speak, but Fawn interjected. It was one of the girls many talents, speaking before another. Fawn had tears in her eyes, and she was breathing heavily, "A hospital. That's what I saw. I don't know what it means. One of us will be hurt...or we may find your friend, Beast Boy...unwell, or dying." A few people stared at the floor, Nightwing shuffled his feet. Starfire gave a sympathetic smile to everyone in the room, and then left, pregnancy most certainly tired her out. A few Titans also left, then some more, and then even more, and finally only the six titans going to LA were left...in silence. Fawn looked up, and saw Raven; she quickly turned her face away. Cheyne then looked, Raven was...crying?

Raven was quickly comforted by Bumble Bee, and then the group sat down, to talk. Nightwing began, "Our plane is at ten in the morning, do we, or, do we not?"

Cyborg nodded, "Well, Cheyne saw that it was fine...that means its fine, right?" he faced the ten year old, full of questions. She tried to smile, but failed and instead started speaking, "I see only the truth...but the truth can change, depending on the decisions we make. This truth however, it was set in stone. I received the message...from the man who killed my parents, and stole your children. He will not change his mind, but I have the feeling that..."

Fawn carried on for her sister, "...he is up to something. Something bad. And I mean, bad bad, not just plain old boring, kinda, half and half bad, but full on, I can do whatever I want, terrifyingly..."

"Okay OKAY! We get the idea, but still, will he change it, should we go?"

It was decided, and at ten o'clock in the morning, the Titans were watching a plane depart the airport. "Drat, were late!" Cyborg seemed out of breath. They were all wearing Holorings, even Fawn and Cheyne, been noticed now would be a death-wish, for all of them. Nightwing sighed, "Raven, can you stop time?" Raven nodded; recently her powers were much more under control and had a lot more depth to them. Raven watched as the world around her froze. She touched Nightwing, and life flooded into him. He looked around the airport, people were frozen in their conversations, runs and walks, aeroplanes were at a standstill in mid-air and even the cleaner's cleaning spray was frozen, the droplets of fluid looked like ice, hanging in the air. Raven led him to the doorway, and opened it with her mind, she entered the plane and sat him down, and did the same with the others, and she ended up sat next to Cheyne, right at the back, a few rows away from the others.

She made time start again, the airhostess carried on pouring tea, people were still chatting on their phones continuing with their once paused conversations, and the movie playing on the television at the front of the plane, started playing once more. No one knew that time had just stopped for twenty minutes, no one, except for six very happy Titans. All of a sudden they were noticed; a young hostess furrowed her dark, neatly plucked eyebrows, "Were you here before?" Nightwing nodded and smiled. She smiled back, "Do want some Tea?" He declined, "We will arrive at our destination in forty minutes." Nightwing smiled once more, and the woman left him, questioning the other five new-arrivals to the plane. They made up different excuses, got comfortable and then, the plane carried on moving.

Raven sat uncomfortably next to Cheyne, who seemed to be ignoring her. Raven cleared her throat, though Cheyne still didn't stir. Raven tried her second option, "It must be hard for you." She said it fairly quietly, but it was perfectly directed to Cheyne's ears. She cocked her head slightly, and faced Raven, "Pardon?"

Gosh, Kid Flash and Jinx had really taught their daughters manners, "I said it must be...hard, erm...for...you."

Raven trailed off, looking at the girl, "I know what you said, I just don't know what you mean." Cheyne looked away, and took out a small book from her green backpack, that she had been forced to take by Cyborg, he seemed to be the one controlling her and Fawn, and she didn't like it, when she next got the chance she'd..."Cheyne?" Ravens soothing tone spoke to her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Cheyne gave a fake smile, "Did you mean it must be hard losing my parents...or something else?" Raven smiled, though it was small, it meant a lot to Cheyne, "I know it's hard losing parents, partly from experience, partly from something else." Raven paused, "I meant your powers, how do you stay so, well, you know, from seeing all the good in the world, and how does Fawn stay so happy, always seeing the bad?" Cheyne gave a bright smile to Raven, "Oh, Well, seeing all the good stuff, and not actually living it, that gets boring, and Fawn is always happy, because most of the time, the bad stuff isn't happening to her. I love our powers really, though they can be annoying."

Raven laughed slightly, as did Cheyne, "I'm with you there!" Raven paused, "Did Fawn know...about..."

Cheyne cut her off, she knew what Raven was going to say, "To date, we've seen everything both good and bad that affects us directly. I knew. She knew." The remainder of the trip was spent in silence, which no one complained about. Raven listened to her iPod, Cheyne scribbled something into her book, as did Fawn with her own. Nightwing was watching the movie, and Bumble Bee was on a long toilet break. Cyborg was just thinking, and waiting for the trip to end...and before long, it did.

Raven stopped time once more, and got the Titans to a secluded area a few metres away from the actual airport. After all six were in the spot, a few shrubs and a bench, they continued to make their way to the nearest hospital, astounded by the huge buildings, palm trees and beaches. They wanted so badly to explore LA, meet a few celebs, but, they were on business, not on vacation.

They arrived at a huge white, very modern building. Gold Block letters formed the name, on one of the walls, of the hospital. 'Spring Valley Hospital.' Raven entered very quickly, not bothering to read any notices or bright signs, Cheyne followed close by. They both had to wait ten minutes for the others to catch up, LA was interesting, and they all swore, or Cyborg and Bumble Bee did, that they would come here for a holiday when they got the chance, or when they got their kids back.

They greeted a receptionist, who pointed them into a room for questions and queries, she stated that she was only there to admit patients, not find them. They came into a white, sterile room, and it made them all feel uncomfortable. An old, very ugly woman met them. She was covered in moles and boils, had a crooked nose and was missing one eye, but she was still smiling an almost toothless grin and seemed friendly, "How can I help?" She asked, her voice was smooth and kind, nothing at all like the rough, croaky voice Bumble Bee had imagined the woman owning.

Nightwing steeped forward, "Hello, My name is Richard Grayson, and I..." The woman stopped him, and looked at him, placing a long, bony finger to his face, "You're not from the FBI, are you?" Nightwing thought for a moment, he wasn't exactly FBI, so he shook his head quickly, she smiled, and he carried on, "As I was saying, I'm Mr Grayson, and I was wondering if my friend was in this hospital?" Nightwing looked behind him, Cheyne and Fawn weren't getting any news and Cyborg looked jittery, but otherwise everyone was pretty confident and calm. The woman at the front desk frowned, "Sorry dear, you'll have to give me a name. I'm not psychic." Nightwing gave an awkward laugh, but the woman erupted in laughter.

He waited for her bright giggles to quiet down, and then smiled, "One minute please." He turned to Raven, "Do you remember his FULL name? I only remember his first." Raven sighed, and rolled her eyes.

She took a deep breath, "Why does everyone always except me to know?" Nightwing raised an eyebrow and Raven came up to the desk. The woman frowned, but Raven tried her best to look happy, "His name is Garfield Mark Logan." The woman's prune like face folded over itself.

"You're not random fans are you?"

Everyone looked at each other with quizzical faces and raised eyebrows, "No, were friends." Cyborg stated. He was very believable. "Is he ill?"

The woman laughed again, causing Cyborg to shift feet uncomfortably, "Room B6-R. Floor 12. You probably won't be able to enter though." She gave a weak smile to the six, "And the kids most definitely wont." Her smile turned sadder, "But they can stay here." The woman had a glimmer in her eye, Raven instantly perked up.

"NO!" She yelled, everyone faced her, "I mean, no, I wanna stay with them. He probably doesn't want to see me anyway. You go."

Nightwing shrugged, "Off we go." Nightwing and Ravens relationship was still broken.

Cheyne looked at Raven and whispered to her, "You got the bad feeling too?" Raven nodded. The woman had a puzzled look on her face, "My...niece needs the toilet, may you direct me to it?" The woman grimaced and pointed a long fingernail in one direction. She grunted and then got back to paperwork. Raven thanked her and then took both Cheyne and Fawn, she really did have a bad feeling, and she wasn't going to let Cheyne and Fawn be taken.

Meanwhile Cyborg, Bumble Bee and Nightwing wandered aimlessly around the twelfth floor. There were so many rooms in the B Block, but they couldn't find a 6-R. They saw a 5-R and a 7-R, but there was no room in-between, they even checked the other side. They saw a 4-R and an 8-R, but 6-R was nowhere to be found, "Were we tricked?" Bumble Bee asked.

Cyborg scratched his head, "Well we're where we're supposed to be, so..." Nightwing spotted a man. He was wearing black, and had dark sunglasses; he was also wearing earmuffs...in LA, In the middle of summer. Nightwing instantly approached him, "Excuse me Sir, can you please tell me where room B6-R is?" The man laughed, holding his stomach. He reminded Nightwing of the Santa his parents used to tell him about, white hair, bushy beard, jolly laugh, "It's here, but sorry, no access. Someone's dying at the moment." Nightwing froze, his heart was racing, he tried to speak, but he gave the man an apologetic smile, assuming he knew Garfield Mark Logan, and then, went to go break the news to Bumble Bee and Cyborg, who hung their heads. Santa seemed to pause for a moment. He looked up at the ceiling, almost praying, and then he ran into the room, locking it within a matter of seconds.

They walked past the room, which wasn't labelled, and heard very loudly, "CUT!" Nightwing, Cyborg and Bumble Bee all stood in shock, the doctors were all obviously in a deep operation...and if so, they were very angry.

"You're doing this all wrong! You're supposed to be SAD! And what's with the swearing! You're best friend is dying, and all you can do is laugh. You guys are professional NURSES and DOCTORS! And, also, why are you laughing. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DIEING! And you! Yeah, YOU! What the hell are you doing, holding that? If you drop that, I'm not cleaning it up. Remember how it stained last time?" Nightwing, Bumble Bee and Cyborg were more and more shocked by the minute. Laughing nurses, laughing best-friends, laughing dead people- everyone had a habit of laughing here, and it reminded Nightwing a lot of the Joker.

He shuddered at the thought, but he was also shocked to find nurses being so bad, he'd never been in a hospital where they were worried about blood stains, or they held organs and dropped them. Cyborg carried on listening, though Bumble Bee and Nightwing had had enough. They wanted to leave and then come back later with a readied law-suit, when Garfield would be asleep. The yells kept on coming, "Okay let's try this again!"

There was another voice, it was deep, and sounded very annoyed, "We've tried this 15 times already!" There were mumbles in the room, then another, equally whiney female voice called out, "Where does this go?" Then another female voice, that sounded more mature, "My book is missing a page, I don't know what to do next."

They heard a groan. "Hello? Can we carry on? I wanna get home by ten." There were many sighs and moans. There was a mumble in the room, "We should just let him die. Say it was an accident or something. Come back later to clean up this mess!" No one answered.

After a while, the supposed head doctor coughed and spoke, "From the top, last time and we can go home. Let's do this." There was a lot of shuffling, and for a moment, Nightwing thought they were having a moment of silence. A beeping noise started up, and a ticking noise in the room became obvious.

Before long a dramatic conversation started up, "I THINK HE'S DIEING!" It was a high pitched woman's voice.

"NO, no, you can't die. I love you." This was a different woman.

"What? No, I love him. He loves me too." This was the mature sounding woman from before.

"I'm his wife! What the HELL is going on?" This was a different voice, and it surprised them. Garfield was married? Beast Boy...married?

"Look, L-L-Lorranie. I c-c-can e-e-xplain." The voice sounded weak, but soon enough the room was full of laughter again.

"Aw, F*$K THIS! What lousy shit, you're all terrible! All of you! You guys were so much better when I first hired you. Stop laughing, you were the worst of all."

"What? You need me for the thing! I'm the one you need!"

"You're dying, we were gonna get rid of you anyways!"

"That's It! I've had enough!

They heard stumbling. Cyborg, Bumble Bee and Nightwing all waited in anticipation, the door handle slowly turned...

Cliffie! Hope you enjoyed, this was either my longest or the other chapter(the one before) was.

You guys can't guess how many times I wrote Robin instead of Nightwing!

Anyways, Good Night from Australia.

Wish me good luck for tomoz,

QLF