Last chapter! Thanks again so much to everyone who has been reading, and especially the people leaving all the amazing reviews. I have absolutely loved writing it, and I really feel like Terra's character deserved some deep exploration. She has always been one of my favorite characters and I hope that after this story, she's become some of yours' too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for being such a great audience! Now let's finish the story...

"I'm not a hero. I'm not out to save the world. I'm just a girl with a geometry test next period and I haven't studied."

I shuffled back into the hallway and the swarm of students streaming out of the classrooms. Beast Boy slowly disappeared into the crowd, and it finally started to sink in...

I had abandoned him this time. Of course I remembered everything, but how could I trust myself not to let the same things happen all over again? How could I expect the Titans to forgive me and just act like nothing had ever happened?

I knew better. I didn't belong anywhere as Terra the geomancer. My power had gotten me into nothing but trouble. All I had ever done was destroy things and hurt people. I could never go back to that.

The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't pay attention to anything. In my last class, I found myself staring out the window, watching as storm clouds began to roll in. I loved a good rainstorm. I reminisced about the night I had tried taking Beast Boy camping. Sometimes my memory was foggy since I had woken up in the cavern, but I could remember flashes... The two of us struggling with tent poles. The first tiny, dark dots on the ground left by scattered raindrops. Being back at the Tower, wrapped in a fuzzy, blue blanket, my toes peeking out of the bottom. Beast Boy's soaked hair sticking to his forehead...

The bell rang shrilly, and I nearly fell out of my seat. Backpacks and papers rustled over the teacher's instructions for homework over the weekend. I don't think I would have heard them even without the ambient noise. The image of Beast Boy sniffling with a mug in his hand was still in my mind, reluctant to fade...

Everything from then seemed to have a golden haze around it. Even though it had all been an act and I'd never really been one of them... I missed it. I missed all of it terribly. No matter how cold I had tried to act towards Beast Boy, it was all a guard. If I had let him crack me, even the tiniest bit, I knew I would be overwhelmed. I couldn't let myself fall into that trap.

Sometimes, late at night, when I couldn't fight back the flashes of silver suits and searing lava, I wondered about the real reason I had infiltrated the Titans. Maybe I had been lying to myself about ever hating them. Maybe the real reason I agreed to join Slade in the first place, was because it meant being at the Tower, on the team. And with Beast Boy.

The walk home was chilly, the air thick with the approaching storm. The leaves were just beginning to change. Fall had always been my least favorite season. As much as I loved classic spooky movies and pumpkin pie, it seemed to be the "homiest" time of year. Everything was about going back to school, spending time with family, cuddling by the fire and prepping for the holidays. I remembered passing by houses with warm, yellow windows full of pumpkins and christmas trees, and I wanted to know what it would be like to really be part of it...

I turned a corner and saw my place a little ways up the street. A kind widower named Mrs. Hannigan let me stay in her home after I offered to help her with some yardwork once. Now we had a sort of bargian that I would take care of things around the house, and she let me have the upstairs-half of her house. "Can never get up those cotton-pickin' stairs anymore, anyhow", she would say. She and I were kindred souls: Her late husband, Will, had been an airforce pilot, and the two of them had traveled the world together. She shared my wanderlust, the longing for freedom.

As soon as I stepped inside I could smell something delicious. Mrs. Hannigan heard the door and peeked around a corner from inside the kitchen.

"S'that you, Tessa? Come on in, chickpea," She called, although I was already kicking off my shoes. I smiled to myself. I loved how scatterbrained she was.

I dropped my bag on a chair and made my way into the kitchen. Mrs. H was just pulling something from the oven, and with a well-practiced maneuver, flicked a pot holder onto the counter and set a pan on top of it. My stomach flipped.

"Fall spiced apple pie!" She announced, satisfied. "Have to make it for the first day of fall every year. Old Will's favorite."

The aroma whisked my mind back to another, familiar apple pie. Ben's diner. The night I had taken Beast Boy out on a date. I felt dizzy...

Mrs. Hannigan noticed that I was probably looking a little green. "S'matter, chickpea? You alright?"

"I'm fine, sorry. It looks really delicious. I just... remembered something..."

"Well, now, you head on upstairs and change, and the pie'll be about cool enough to eat then. Go on!"

She shooed me away, and I ducked back into the front room to grab my bag, then to my bedroom. I shuffled through the door and slumped onto the bed, rolling onto my back.

I glanced around my room. I had plastered most of the walls with maps and postcards. It was the one luxury I had allowed myself in my traveling days. When I'd had to carry all my belongings in one backpack, it didn't leave much room for sentimental keepsakes. But I always collected maps and postcards. I justified it to myself that they were all made of paper and therefore a light load anyway...

I missed my room at Titan's Tower. When I had been there yesterday with Beast Boy, it had taken some willpower not to curl up on my old bed. I wanted to just spend the night there. Maybe play some videogames, have some of Tony's pizza, just hang out with the Titan's like old times...

I sat up. Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world if I just wrote to Beast Boy once. After all, I never said I wouldn't talk to him anymore. Just that I wasn't a Teen Titan. Maybe I could explain everything to him. Why I couldn't be a Titan again.

Okay, maybe not that far. Maybe I could just... appologize for not being nicer. Sure. I could do that. No big deal. Besides, I did feel a little guilty for acting so cold towards him.

I sat up and got to changing. I hung up my uniform and threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, then made for the door. The scent of the freshly baked pie hit me all over again as I headed downstairs. Mrs. Hannigan was just cutting into it, ice cream carton already on the counter.

"Here you are, pumpkin," she said warmly as she passed me a dished up slice, topped with ice cream and all. She licked her fingers and got busy with her own slice.

"Thanks!" I said brightly, trying to seem more like myself than when I'd first come home. I'd had enough of acting guarded today. I settled at the table and dug in. I had to admit, Hannigan might just have old Ben's diner beat.

She took a seat. "Now tell me about school today, chickpea," she commanded.

"Oh, not much to report," I answered. "I ran into... an old friend."

"Bless my soul, I don't recall you ever even mentioning anything about a time before you were plopped on my doorstep!" She declared. I winced. It would be pretty difficult to explain anything about my past, so we usually stayed off the subject. Mrs. H didn't miss the gesture.

"Oh heavens, sweet thing, I didn't ask for your life story!" She teased. "Tell me about this friend of yours."

I chewed my pie slowly. "Well... I don't know if I should be friends with him anymore." I admitted. "Things have changed a lot since I last saw him. It's complicated..."

"Well did he seem to want to be friends with you?"

"Well, yes... But..."

She lay a warm, tender hand on my arm. "Tess," She said gently, "If there is one thing I've learned from our traveling days, it's that you keep the friends you can. Heaven knows it can be tricky to find decent people worth calling your pals. Especially if you're forever bouncin' around from place to place."

I looked into her kind, old face. I was embarrassed to feel a lump forming in my throat. This was hardly the most emotional talk, but having someone be this warm and understanding to me... I had my friends at school, but they cared a lot more about what to wear next weekend than about the things Mrs. Hannigan did. She seemed to be able to look directly into my soul.

I blinked back the stinging in my eyes, but she just smiled and patted my arm. "And besides," she turned back to her slice of pie, "If he's a handsome fella-"

"Mrs. H!" I mock-scolded her.

"Well, now!" She laughed, "Good friends are few and far between, but the good-lookin' ones are fewer and farther!"

"As good lookin' as your Will?" I teased. Mrs. H brightened up and glanced at the picture she had hanging of him in the kitchen. It was an old black-and-white thing, and it must have been taken when he was in his twenties. He was in uniform, but it had very few pins or medals. I knew from a shadow box in the entryway that he had earned significantly more in his later years.

The look on Mrs. H's face always entranced me. She was the one person who never seemed saddened by the mention of a deseased loved one. She adored talking about him. I tried to bring him up as much as possible for that reason, along with wanting to hear all about his adventures.

She placed one hand over her heart, her gaze lingering on Will's photo for a moment longer, and then turned back to me.

"Sweet thing, I think you should just decide what you reckon you want for yourself. Do you like this fella?"

"I do miss him sometimes..." I confessed. I missed him right now.

"Listen to your heart," She assured me. "It takes you to all the best places."

x x x

I was up on the roof, watching the stars peek through heavy clouds. The storm seemed to be holding off for the night. It was chilly, but my room was too claustrophobic. Sitting up out here reminded me of sleeping in the desert. I was grateful to have a warm bed, but part of me would always miss the wildness of caves and forrests.

I still hadn't decided what to do. I kept thinking about seeing Beast Boy again, but then what? Did I tell him everything? Could I even stop myself from confessing? I had told myself over and over that this had to be my life now... being ordinary. My powers had never done anything good. This was the only way I could keep everyone safe. This was the only way...

Or was it? There was a tiny, nagging sense that maybe I could do it this time. I used to always tell myself that it would just take more concentration and practice, but Slade's electro-shock therapy seemed to confirm the idea that the only way to repress my power was through careful, calculated treatment. It wasn't mental, it was physical.

And yet... There were times, I couldn't deny, that Beast Boy had managed to help me get back in control. When I'd tackled the obstacle course, when he'd found me after I had first met Slade... He always seemed to have a calming effect on me.

I knew it must be desperation feeding that feeble hope, but I couldn't completely bury it either. It... It was possible. And what about the ideas I'd had before about learning meditation techniques from Raven, or Cyborg figuring out an electroshock therapy treatment for me? Maybe... Maybe...

"Beast Boy..." I whispered. I curled up, burying my face in my knees. A cold breeze combed through my long hair, making it dance around my ears.

I straightened up a little. Untangling my arms from around my knees, I brought my wrist close to my face, and slowly pulled back the cuff of my sleeve...

Beast Boy's silver bracelet caught the starlight beautifully. I took the little T charm between my fingertips, turning it over from side to side. My fist closed around it. A faint rumbling came from the earth below me.

I knew what I had to do.

Author's note: Thanks for reading Which Team Am I On? ! If enough people want, I may start a new story about what Terra decides to do about Beast Boy and his offer to rejoin the Titans. I think there's a lot of potential of there and a possibility for a real happy ending that the show never really gave us. Leave a review and let me know if you would be interested! Thanks again for reading!