A/N: Before I start, I just want to say that I originally planned for this fic to go in a completely different direction. But once I started it, it just took over and pummeled my idea to death and went off in the direction it wanted. Second, and I know some of you are confused about this, given the letter. No, Lucas is not taking advantage of Argent, as his pheromones do not work like his dad said they would. Again, explanations will come in the story. So, what will happen to Lucas with the Titans? Will he be forgiven for his anger? Or will he be banished? Where the hell is his sister? Continue on to find out!

Chapter 11: A Strange Discovery

Beast Boy led me to the training gym, which had several rows of chairs, all of which were filled with young heroes. Muttering began immediately.

"Beast Boy, I thought I asked you to get Lucas?" Robin sounded really confused. I cocked an eyebrow.

"I'm right here." Robin looked at me like he finally saw me. "Oh... that was weird." he shook his head. He and the original Titans were sitting on a raised dais, so they could be easily seen by everyone. Robin gestured to a lone chair that was between the dais and the mass of heroes. "Sit."

I shrugged and flopped into the steel chair, throwing one arm behind it and one leg out casually.

"So," I said. "What's up? This little shindig to decide what's for dinner?" Robin scowled at my joking attitude.

"You seem different, Lucas. Why are you so...nonchalant?" I shrugged.

"Guess my little episode changed me enough to turn me into a complete ass."

It also seemed to have made it harder to focus on you. Robin keeps blinking like he has to focus just to see you. Raven said in my head. I looked at the five Titans sitting before me, Beast Boy having joined them once I sat down. Of the five, only Raven seemed to be able to look at me clearly with no issues. I turned to look at the gathered heroes behind me. Same issue. No-one seemed to able to look at me for more than a few seconds before they had to clear their heads and re-focus. I smirked a little.

Well, Gabe, looks like you were wrong. People don't notice me. Nothing new, but now, I don't really care.

"That 'little episode' is exactly why we're here. We need to decide what to do with you," Robin said in a tired voice.

I chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? Get me mad, then turn me towards the bad guy and watch him get bloody."

"Lucas, you almost killed Argent. We can't just let you walk around like nothing happened."

"Then don't," I said calmly, all trace of joking leaving my voice. Robin jerked back like he wasn't expecting that. "The way I see it, you have three options; Send me out, never to return, and label me a super villain. Lock me up for life, with just enough food to survive, to be you're personal oxygen-maker in case of nuclear fallout. Or starve me for a week, keep me on as a Titan under probation until I prove I can be trusted, and have someone keep an eye on me to make sure I don't have a full psychotic break." As I talked, I ticked the options off on my fingers. A few people muttered as I outlined the choices.

"I'm pretty sure we could think of other things to do, dude." Beast Boy said, looking a little queasy at the second option.

"Then, by all means, I would LOVE to hear them."

He opened his mouth, then closed it, looking thoughtful.

"Why would we starve you for a week?" Cyborg asked.

"Simple," I answered. "If I don't eat for a week, I'll be too weak to do any real harm if I suddenly go bonkers. Of course, given my metabolism and the fact I photosynthesize, there's always the chance I won't survive the week, but hey, why should you guys care? Not only am I almost a total stranger, I almost killed one of you, and on top of that, I have blood ties to one of the most dangerous Super Villains out there. Second only to the Joker because he doesn't give a shit about anything. Ivy at least has a goal other than just watching the world burn."

"You make her sound like a misunderstood child," Raven said quietly. I shrugged and sat up a little.

"While I don't exactly approve of her methods, my sister has an ultimately noble goal. She wants to preserve the natural world. Understandable, considering our powers, and ultimately our life force, derives from that world. Who would want to die?"

Starfire frowned a little. "I have heard that argument for another of this planet's history... something about a 'World War'?"

"Oh, you mean Adolf Hitler?" she nodded. "Yeah, same principle. The guy wanted to cleanse his ancestral home. Again, his methods were deplorable, but his ultimate goal was admirable." a few angry shouts rang out as I said this. Apparently World War II and the Nazis were a sore subject for a few people.

The Titans turned away and deliberated amongst themselves for a few moments. When they turned around, four of them had a grim set to their faces. Raven just looked apathetic, as she always did.

"Lucas, be sure to thank Raven later. She's convinced us to let you stay with the Titans, under probation. We won't starve you, but you will have someone watching you until we're certain we can totally trust you," Robin said with a small frown. I did a mock salute. "You'll be staying in the room you've already occupied." I grunted as Robin dismissed the assembly. Raven stood and used her powers to move everything off the mats.

Once everyone filed out, She, Robin, and Speedy stood before me.

"What's up?"

"We're starting your training," Robin said. "I'll help you in hand-to-hand combat, Speedy will help with your weapons," his eyes glazed over for a moment before he shook his head. "And Raven will help you refine your powers, and figure out what's happening to you."

I noticed none of the girls looked at you like they wanted to molest you, Raven thought to me.

Yeah... that was definitely one think I could have gone without. I guess my pheromones changed from attracting those of the fairer sex, and homosexual males, to me, to...what? Making me practically invisible? I responded, my hand going to my chin in contemplation.

No, Raven sounded intrigued. Not invisible... just harder to notice. Almost like you're meant to be a scout... or a spy? She'd seen the letter, and so knew about the whole "roles to fill" thing.

Makes sense, if I was a scout or spy, and had every girl within a certain distance throwing themselves at me, regardless if they were in a relationship of some kind or not, I wouldn't be a very good one. So, my pheromones change to make me harder to notice, instead of being the center of attention. I bet with some training, I could make it so people can't see me at all unless I want them to.

We'll work on it, Raven promised. I looked up to see Robin and Speedy looking at us, amused looks on their faces.

"You two done?" Robin asked.

"Huh?"

"You guys looked like you were holding some kind of wordless conversation. Evidently you two understand each other better then we ever will."

If only they knew... I mused.

"So who am I training with first?" Speedy whipped out an arrow and shot it at me. I barely managed to bring out my axe to deflect it in time. I scowled and pulled out my sword as well.

"Weapon training it is, then."

Speedy did a quick back-flip, firing three arrows at me in rapid succession, and I quickly noticed they weren't the blunted kind he usually used. Either he was seriously trying to kill me, or this was incentive to get real good, real fast. I suspected a little bit of both.

When the first arrow reached me, I lifted my axe blade and deflected it up, where it stuck into the ceiling. The second passed through the gap between my blade and the handle, so I had to quickly twist my wrist. The arrow caught and the momentum changed, flying off just slightly to the right, almost grazing my ribs. The third arrow buried itself in my gut.

"AAAAGH!" I screamed in pain as I grabbed the shaft and pulled it out. Chlorophyll coated the arrow head once I got it out, thick and warm. Speedy smirked at me and nocked another two. I looked up from the hole in my abdominal, pushing me sword-holding hand against it to try to stem the flow of my blood. I heard a bunch of sudden thumps and everyone busted back into the hall, Argent included, to see me standing there bleeding with one of Speedy's arrows at my feet.

"Oh, look. An audience to the humiliation I'm about to put you through. This is payback by the way." I gave him a look that said are you fucking nuts?

"You, sir, are an ass," I grunted out as I grew a root from my hand to fill the hole until I could get it looked at.
Speedy shrugged and pulled back his bow to fire at me again. I rushed forward, sword leading. He brought his bow up to block my slash, but as soon as my blade made contact, I twisted, turning out. My sword caught the grip of his bow and turned it wide as he released his arrows harmlessly to the left. I continued my turn to bring my axe around. He whipped his bow back in time to stop my attack, a grimace on his face.

"So... you're beating Robin wasn't a fluke after all."

I laughed. "Sad thing is, I'm not supposed to be this good after my first match, according to my father." Another thing he was wrong about, it seems.

Your stance is a little sloppier this time. You're still good, but at the moment you're using only brute force. You need to work on your strategy and finesse. I nodded quickly to Raven's suggestions. I knew I wasn't on the level I was in that first fight, but Speedy didn't need to.

"Your attack patterns and defenses are predictable, you know," Speedy huffed out after what felt like ten minutes of trading blows. Evidently he hadn't wasted it. "You move from one to the next in a simple pattern; slash with the sword, ram with the axe handle, sword stab, axe slash, attempted pommel slam to the face or chest from the sword. Repeat. You need to break out of that, become unpredictable. Don't just stick to a few moves." he now sounded as though he was genuinely interested in helping me, instead of humiliating me for poking fun at him for being gay.

"Thanks," I grunted. While I wasn't winded like he was, I was focused on keeping him on the defensive to avoid letting him fire more arrows at me. That first one hurt like a bitch. Suddenly, an idea ran through my head and I smiled sadistically. I slashed at him, which he deflected with an annoyed look on his face, but when my blade reached my side, I snapped it up and shot it forward into a stab. He looked surprised as he brought his bow down to stop my momentum. The hilt caught on his bow, stopping me cold.

I smirked and yanked my arm up, lifting his weapon out of the way, and snapped around quickly. Instead of using my axe or sword, though, I brought my leg up into a back-heel kick to his side. He staggered to the side, clutching his ribs. Then he looked at me in anger and jumped back, firing ten arrows in quick order, two at a time. Five of them I blocked or tuned away, one from each pair. When he stood still, a triumphant smile plastered on his face, I looked down to see five arrow shafts sprouting from my chest and stomach. Then the pain registered.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGH!" I fell backwards, dropping my weapons and howling in absolute pain. A few cheers rang out from the onlookers.

"Don't worry," Speedy said haughtily. "I didn't hit anything vital." he continued talking, but the pain I felt, and something else, made his words turn into a low drone I couldn't really hear.

Ah fuck... I thought groggily, my consciousness fading quickly. Either I'm... passing out... from blood-loss, or... that asshole... coated his arrows... in sleeping poison. Possibly both.

I felt several pairs of hands lift me, and a small prick in my arm.

"Put a rag in his mouth."

Huh? I managed to think before someone did what the voice said. I felt small but strong hands rest on my shoulders, holding me down against something hard and cold. More hands held down my arms and legs. Are they about to...

The thought cut off as an arrow was suddenly yanked from my stomach, the slightly barbed head taking a chunk of skin with it. I howled through the rag and bit down involuntarily, my body clenching every muscle it possessed.

"Speedy, did you have to use the barbed ones? They make it a lot harder to remove them without causing more damage." I heard the voice again. It sounded really irritated.

"Sorry, Raven. I kinda got lost in the fight," a sheepish voice said. For some reason, an image of Speedy rubbing his arm and shuffling his feet appeared in my mind, and I giggled deliriously.

"Oh, great. Now he's going loopy from blood loss." that one sounded like Argent.

"Someone give him a sedative, if we have to wait for his muscles to relax after every pull, we'll be burying him."

"Uhhh, Rae, we already gave him one."

"What?"

"We stuck him with some morphine on the way here from the gym. For some reason, it didn't work."

"Speedy, did you use your sleeping poison?"

"On every arrow. The first one especially. I wanted to see if he could fight through it. He wasn't even affected."

A loud curse rang out. "He's immune to drugs and toxins! I should have known after Ivy was the same!" The voices around me continued to grumble, getting fuzzier with each passing moment.

"Umm hello! We have a guy bleeding out with multiple arrows still sticking out of him! We can discuss this later!"

A hand I barely felt rested on my shoulder. "Lucas, this is going to hurt."

I felt the arrows shift slightly, then the remaining four were quickly ripped out at once, all taking small chunks of meat and flesh with them. My back arched and I screamed, biting down so hard I felt my teeth meet through the cloth. I blacked out.

-XXXXXXXXXXXXX-

I was enveloped in total darkness, floating aimlessly. I saw a few memories of my life flash by. Not my whole life, just a few.

Am I dead? Strangely, I felt no pain, so that was a very real possibility.

"No, Lucas, you aren't dead." I turned to locate the voice and saw what could only be described as a pixie woman. She stood, or floated, at about five feet, and she had bright orange hair that flowed down to her waist. A long green dress made of leaves rested on her shoulders, and went down to her ankles. Her skin was green, and she had plant-like swirls all over it. She actually looked lot like my sister, just shorter.

"Do you know ho I am?" she asked.

"Ummm, a midget version of my sister?" I responded. She laughed heartily, throwing her head back and grabbing her stomach like I'd told the greatest joke in history. Her laugh was light, and flowing, sounding a lot like a summer breeze rushing through a forest clearing up in the mountains.

Once she calmed down, she wiped her eye, removing a small tear that had formed. "No," she said, still chuckling. "Although I know why you would say that. All women of the Will look similar. I just happen to be the first."

"You mean you're my ancestor?" I asked in confusion, my brow crinkling. She nodded.

"Yes, I am. I was the first ever born with power over plants, and every child I had inherited that gift. I don't know how it happened, or why. All I know is that my mother treated me like a god or something." I shuddered as she told me this. "My name is Gaia." My eyes widened considerably as she said this casually. I sputtered out a stream of incoherent sounds, then fell to my knees, bowing low.

When I looked up, she was frowning. "Oh, get up." I rose.

"Gaia, as in the Gaia? As in, the Goddess of the Earth, the ancient power that bestowed the Will onto my family, Gaia?" she sighed exasperatedly.

"Oh, great," she muttered, rubbing her temple. "Now people think I'm an eternal freaking Goddess. Just wonderful."

"If you aren't a Goddess, how are you here?" I said, trying to make her see my point of view. Instead, she looked at me like I was crazy.

"You're my descendant, you moron. A bit of my soul was passed to each of my kids when they were born, and so on and blah blah blah. Same thing will happen to you when you have kids. You have a small bit of everyone you're descendant from inside you, making up bits of your soul, but only those of the Will can actually access them and talk to them."

"You know, you talk an awful lot like a modern teenager, for someone who was apparently born and died thousands and thousands of years ago."

Gaia shrugged. "Side effect. Your knowledge gets passed to each of us, so we can relate to you." as she said this, a large group of people suddenly appeared. Men and Women from a bunch of different eras. The men were as varied as could be expected. Some had red hair, dull or bright, some had blonde, brunette, a few even had outrageous hair colors, like blue, or green.

"Are those their natural hair colors?" I asked incredulously. There was no way those were natural. But Gaia nodded.

"You don't know how weird it was when my first son had Lime-green hair. But, he did. Turns out his bond-plant was a Lime Tree too." she snorted in laughter as the guy with green hair huffed and crossed his arms. He muttered something like 'not like I asked for it, mom.' Poor guy. I was about to ask something else, when I heard a voice that caused me to stiffen in rage.

"Hey, kiddo." I turned mechanically to face the ghostly image of my father.

"Uh-oh..." Gaia and a few others muttered. "He really should have just stayed quiet." a few people nodded in agreement, then everybody took a large step back.

I ran at my father. He looked happy and held his arms out like he was expecting a hug. Fat fucking chance. I slammed my fist into his jaw, sending him flying.

"Get the fuck out of my head, you prick!"

He stood, rubbing his jaw. "What the hell, Lucas?!"

I growled and cracked my knuckles ominously. "You abandoned me, you son of a bitch! You left me with only a fucking note, when you could have done like twelve different things to that jackass and changed how that whole situation turned out!" When I called him a son of a bitch, an elderly man stepped forward. Late fifties, early sixties maybe.

"Hey, there son, you watch what you say about my wife! She was anything but a bitch!" I recognized him from the pictures around the house. Grandpa Jim.

"Shut up and get stuffed, Grandpa. I'll deal with your dumb ass in a second for not teaching him," I pointed at my dad with disdain. "To not do everything he can to stay alive to help his family." Grandpa just shuffled his feet and stepped back into the crowd of my plant-controlling ancestors. I turned to my dad, a maniacal grin on my face.

"Now then, where was I? oh... yeah.." I rushed my dad again and slammed my fist into his nose, then quickly brought my foot up and sparta-kicked him in the gut, doubling him over. I brought my other knee up and into his nose, hearing a very satisfying crunch.

"That," I growled. "Was for letting that guy stab you." I lunged at him, grabbing his neck and throwing him down, face-first into what was apparently the ground here. I stepped onto his back and jumped, bringing my leg down into a falling axe-kick across his spine as he rose slowly. He groaned when he hit the ground again.

"That was for leaving me a fucking note!" my voice was rising. "And this is for not seeing that Pam was a fucking psychotic lunatic and having her locked up!" at this point I was screaming. At my dead father. Inside my mind. One would think I was crazy.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted him up and threw him skyward for all I was worth. He flew a good twenty feet into the 'air' before he started falling again. I whipped around, cracking my heel against his cheek, hearing a loud snap ring through the emptiness of my still-black mind. I was too distracted to really notice the lack of form around me anyway.

"Because of you and your idiotic fucking habit of seeing only the best in people, not even considering the possibility that they might be, oh I don't know, a MURDEROUS LUNATIC, Pam killed mom and I am an orphan. Because. of. You!" each of the last three words were punctuated with a good, solid kick to his ribs.

"Kid, I think you've made your point." I snapped a glare to a tall blonde guy in Roman armor with a plant Gladeus on his hip. He took a step back. Another guy, who looked old as shit, wearing a Roman Senate toga laughed and patted his shoulder. I couldn't see his weapon.

"Oh, come one, Balthazar! I haven't seen a beat-down this good since you and your brother Lucino fought over who would marry Caesar's bastard daughter!" a few chuckles rang out from the group, and Balthazar grumbled angrily.

"I would have won if he hadn't discovered his battle-lust during that fight..."

"Seriously, dad? You lost a fight to uncle Lucino over Aunt Marriane?" a teenage boy, who looked a lot like me, asked, resting his wrist on his vine Spatha. Then everything about the group clicked.

"Holy shit! You're Balthazar Macciro! You were Julius Caesar's most trusted General after Brutus!Are you telling me I'm related to you?!" Balthazar puffed his chest out in pride.

"That's right, boy! You are my..." he paused and seemed to count something in his head. "Fifty-six times Great Grandson! Or something like that." His son snorted back a laugh.

"Yeah, dad. That's great. You managed to fail saving Julius from his traitorous bastard son, all because you were trying to win over mom." Balthazar deflated, looking miffed.

"I was off near Greece, protecting our borders, you brat!"

"Whatever." His son said nonchalantly, picking at his finger nail while looking bored. I snickered, then turned back to my father. I looked at him with disgust before turning away again.

"One lesson you never learned son... only turn your back when you know they pose no threat!" he roared, apparently charging me with his big-ass greatsword. I snapped around, weapons suddenly in hand, I don't know where they'd been, and threw his blade to the side with my sword. Then I snapped the blade of my axe to his neck, the threat obvious.

"You don't pose a threat," I snarled. He blanched, realizing that I could have killed him if this were a fight in the real world, and he wasn't already dead. I heard Balthazar and his son let out low whistles. I lowered my axe, then brought my foot up into a high kick, slamming it into my father's sternum and sending him flying. I sheathed my weapons and turned around to see the entire very large group of my ancestors looking at me in awe, and a little fear. Gaia stood stunned for a moment, then laughed uproariously.

Everyone looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Oh, holy shit!" she managed. "He's just like me!" she doubled over laughing. Her son blanched, while the other women looked at her in confusion, along with the rest of... well... everyone. Including me.

"No, he isn't," one woman said. She was really tall, and ripped to boot. I guessed she was an Amazon. "He's a male. The women of our kind are smarter, though we lack our own plant weapons." she shot me a jealous glare, obviously miffed that she couldn't fight using her powers. A lot of the guys just nodded in agreement, obviously not noticing the insult thrown at them.

"Hey!" I said indignantly. "I'm probably just as smart as you! If not more so!" she looked like she was surprised I had caught the slight. Then the other men realized what she said. The angry shouts began. Gaia just laughed even harder, rolling on the ground clutching her stomach.

"Mom, just show them already!" her son said in exasperation. Gaia rose, still giggling madly, and reached into the folds of her dress, removing two plant weapons. My jaw dropped, and all the women screamed in outrage that she had weapons at all. The guys looked surprised too. I quickly registered that her weapons were mine. A sword in the right hand, an axe in the left. I looked at mine, hen at hers. They were identical.

She finally stopped giggling, mostly, and explained. "I was born with these powers first, so I had the pure, undiluted form. I was both Shaman and Warrior. I was the forward scout of my village military, so people had a hard time noticing me unless I wanted them to. When I had kids, only my sons got the weapons, and battle-lust. My daughters got the more... theoretical use. Looks like Lucas here was the first scout born since me. While all of you," she indicated everyone. "Still put out the chemicals to make people want to serve you in whatever way, and a few of you took advantage of that," a few people, the Amazon included, ducked their heads and looked guilty. "This kid will only have people attracted to him if they are truly attracted to him." she put on a devilish grin. "Like that Argent girl."

I turned pepper green and sputtered a little. A few people threw cat-calls and wolf-whistles at me, making me turn even greener. I finally managed to squeak something out.

"How do you know about that?" everyone laughed.

Balthazar's son walked over to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "We're bits of ancient souls, stuck inside your head. We see, hear, smell, feel, and taste whatever you do, kid. And you thought you were a schizo!" he laughed out. I turned greener yet, and tried to hide behind something. Anything. There was nothing to hide behind.

Gaia walked up to me, her eyes shining with laughter. "Oh, don't get us wrong, we approve of the situation. It was her idea after all, and you even told her the truth. Plus, everyone needs to vent stress, and combat won't do everything for you. I was just pointing her out as an example. Your reaction was too perfect though." she looked at the guy still hanging on my shoulders, using me as support to remain standing through his laughter.

"Okay, Lucan, I think you can calm down now," she said, suppressing her mirth.

I turned to him. "Your name is Lucan? Da fuck?" he grimaced at his father, who looked a little scared.

"Dad decided to name me after the Wolf Goddess of Rome, but didn't know what to do when I turned out a boy. Eventually he changed the 'p' to a 'c' and slapped an 'n' on the end. So, boom. New name is born into the world, which is eventually replaced by your own."

I nodded. "Okay, wait. You said you're all in my head?" Lucan nodded. "So those voices I hear are all of you? All..." I did a quick head count. "Two thousand thirty-six of you?"

"Not all at once," Lucan said. "We take turns, otherwise you wouldn't be able to function. Only like, ten of us at a time. It's like... rotating players on the ice." I nodded, instantly understanding. Hockey was the one sport I enjoyed. "We leave one or two constants in, to stabilize everything, and rotate out the rest."

"Who are the two constants?" I asked. Lucan and Gaia smiled and raised their hands in the same manner I do; index and middle fingers high, thumb up, ring finger and pinky curled slightly.

"Okay, if you guys could maybe stop, and just have like three people talk to me only when I need it, and not all the time, that'd be awesome." I said. Everyone looked crestfallen.

"But whhhhyyyyyyy?!" whined one teenage girl dressed like she was from the Renaissance.

"Because now that I know it's you guys, and I'm not schizophrenic, I'd really rather not hear voices all the time. Makes it a little hard to think. Advice, yes, general conversation, no."

Most people grumbled, but accepted. Gaia nodded and smirked, then mumbled something to Lucan.

"And another thing," I said, pointing at them all. "Why the different ages?"

"These are the appearances and ages we dies at, bro."

I looked at Lucan, then pointed at a girl who appeared thirteen. "she was a mother at thirteen? What the hell!" Gaia, seeing I'd caught on to who all appeared in my head, quickly explained. "She's from, like, the Dark Ages. Soon as they had their periods, they were married to some guy and had to have his kids. A few of us got lucky, in that our parents weren't total douches. I was allowed to choose I married, for example." the girls and women from the Renaissance and Dark Ages all crossed their arms and mumbled "lucky bitch."

"And let me guess, people traveled, got married to someone on the otherr side of the known world, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah, and that explains all the different cultures I see." Lucan nodded.

"Well, this was an informative visit," a monotone voice said. All of us turned out heads mechanically to see Raven standing there, her cloak down, covering everything.

"Ummmmmmmmm... how long have you been there?" I asked, sweating.

"Since you counted how many ancestors you have," she answered. We all breathed a collective sigh of relief. For some reason, none of us wanted Raven to know about my situation with Argent. Lucan recovered quickly, then strutted over to Raven and cocked his eyebrow suggestively.

"Hey there, I'm.." he started. His dad and Gaia groaned.

"I don't care," Raven cut him off. "You're a thousand years dead, and you look too much like Lucas for me to be comfortable with you flirting with me. Plus, you're stuck inside his head, and I really don't feel like coming in here any more than necessary."

Balthazar snerked in laughter.

Gaia imitated the sound of a bomb falling, then blowing up, which caused everyone else to laugh.

"What's up Raven?" I asked after a quick chuckle at Lucan's expense.

"You've been out for a few hours, and you were twitching violently. Argent and Robin were a little worried, so they asked me to check on you." I could sense a small lie behind her answer. Evidently, they weren't the only ones worried.

Gaia looked like she was about to say something along those lines, but I put a hand over her mouth, getting an angry glare. "Thanks, I'll be out soon." Raven nodded and faded.

Lucan huddled off to the side, a rain cloud over his head, muttering something about being shot down so quickly.

Gaia turned to me. "Ok, last few things about you and your powers. You start off better than normal in blade play, otherwise you'd be a dead scout. You'll also be a stamina freak in a lot of things," here she, Lucan, Balthazar, and some Middle-aged woman dressed like a World War II Italian put on very lewd smirks. I blushed slightly at her meaning before she continued. "And, as I said, you'll be harder to notice. You'll also be able to go days without food, just like if you were scouting enemy territory, and you'll basically be an insomniac. You might sleep a total of... like ten hours a week. Instinctual thing I never understood." I groaned.

"Hey, you'll have a lot of free time!" Lucan said with a lecherous grin.

"Which I will mostly use for training and reading," I stated firmly.

"Oh come on, man! You have that serious babe willing to be your personal sex slave!" I looked at him, then at his dad.

"Has he always been a shameless pervert?" I asked. Balthazar nodded, looking ashamed to have sired this boy.

"How the hell else to you think he became a dad at your age?" Gaia asked. "He had three kids," she pointed to a woman in Roman finery, obviously the one who continued on to lead to me. "Then got killed by a trip down the stairs to get some wine. Broke his neck."

I looked at an angry Lucan, then shrugged. "Whatever. How do I wake up?"

Gaia stepped forward and slapped me.

-XXXXXXXXXXX-

I woke up to see Argent sitting by my bedside. I felt a fiery pain in my abdomen, and looked down to see my entire torso wrapped in bandages.

"Ow," I groaned as I tried to sit up. Argent jumped and helped me.

"Hey! Welcome back!" she said as she fluffed my pillow and raised the back of the hospital bed I was in.

"Where are we?"

"Titan Tower infirmary," she answered. "We had to rush you here after Speedy put those extra arrows into you."

"You mean aside from the one he stuck me with first?" she nodded and sat back down. I sighed heavily. "When I see him, I'm going to crack his bow over his head and beat him with the pieces."

Argent smirked. "Already done. Beast Boy and Raven beat you to it."

"Goody." I was in too much pain to really attempt sarcasm.

The curtain was suddenly pulled back, revealing a bruised Speedy, an irate Beast Boy, a stoic Raven, and a concerned Robin.

"You're awake!" Beast Boy cried when he saw my bed leaning up.

"I told you he would be," said Raven.

"I think it's safe to say I'll be stuck in this bed for a while?" Robin nodded, and I groaned. I was already jittery and wanting to move around.

"So, learn anything new? Raven told us about what she saw." Argent said.

I shot Raven a look, one eyebrow raised in question. She just shrugged.

"Can I get some water?" Argent shot off, returning a moment later and handing me a glass of water. I took a sip and began my tale.

"Turns out my 'Goddess' isn't actually a goddess."