I have tons of excuses as to why I haven't updated until now, but they're all lame or boring or not physically possible. Plus I guess you just wouldn't believe me so….we won't go into that.

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Chapter Thirty-Six

The Rescue pt.1

Back inside the others speculated on Elm's abrupt change in attitude. Cyborg played with his empty glass, rolling it about along its bottom edge.

"You think I insulted him or something?" Beast Boy shrugged.

"Dunno, maybe it was something you said."

"Or didn't say," added Raven. Cyborg stopped his glass and shrugged dubiously.

"All I said was: 'this is gonna sound a little crazy'." At that moment Lee walked back inside with Elm following close behind. The other three Titans rose at the sight of them. Lee affirmed Elm's decision with a smiling bow.

"Elm has agreed to join us."

"Trust me, that's great," said Beast Boy with a broad smile. "Say Elm you wouldn't have a sofa or a lazy chair we could bunk on for the night or….dozen would you?" Elm twisted his face into a smile.

"You mean Markus hasn't accommodated you?"

"Yeah he left that part out, rude huh?" Elm nodded once more and beckoned them to follow.

THE MAIN CITADEL…………………..

Moira stood within her bedroom, furnished and overly spacious as it was. She absolutely demanded that she be given a room that could accommodate the volume of space some of her more complicated works entailed. She gazed out at the moonlight almost serenely. Her eyes trailed down to the streets below, at the lines of people moving about finishing the last of their day to day affairs. 'It would be just so easy'. All she had to do was swoop down and snatch herself a delectable morsel. 'But no, not tonight. Tonight I will be civil….until later.' A mischievous grin flitted across her face.

"Okay it's later." She turned with a devilish giggle and ran straight into a Markus. "Oh! Pardon me." She tired to move around him but he caught her by the arm.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat," she said as though she were doing nothing out of the ordinary. "If I don't feast for too long I tend to get…." She grinned. "Impulsive…" Markus continued to study her with a hint of a smile. She slipped out of his grip and walked back to the window. "I was also thinking."

"About?" He inquired.

"About the night you turned me." She faced him with an affectionate smile. "It stands out so clearly in my mind."

"What do you remember of it?" asked the vampire lord.

"What do I remember? Why every detail, the day that I gladly forfeited my substandard mortality--I shall never forget it."

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ICELAND, only a short time ago…………..

Moira treaded slowly up the seemingly endless steps that led up to a dark and ominous castle. She pulled her coat closer to her person; the frigid air stung her face as the wind picked up. She gave up the possibility of teleporting the rest of the way, the high winds would probably not make for a comfortable ride. She had to close her eyes in order to keep the freezing air from blinding her. Finally after an eternity of step climbing Moira reached the top and she forced the door open. As fast as she could Moira rushed inside and using her full weight against the heavy door slowly closed it. She hung her head and took several deep breaths, almost out of breath and in need of a nap from the climb alone.

"That was almost not worth it," she mumbled. Moira almost removed her coat but immediately became aware of the cold still air around her. Looking around she took notice of many lifeless torches covered in spider webs. After performing the necessary movements the firebender brought the torches to life. The large hall suddenly became lit up. She then proceeded to ignite the dried sticks and logs within a very large fireplace off to the side. Once the temperature was high enough for her tolerance levels Moira set her coat off to the side and removed a tattered book from a bag slung over shoulder. She flipped through the marked pages, making sure her location was true to the reference she found. Her eyes roamed from the page to parts of the spacious hall with excited fervor. She walked into a section that was the home of a large throne and one more very important feature. Before the throne coated in a thick layer of dust was a stone casket. It was adorned with many intricate carvings that appeared to tell an age old story of war and bloodshed. Moira's eyes then fell upon a hole toward the head of the casket. From the confines of her robes she drew a knife and held the sharp edge against the vein within her wrist. The firebending witch closed her eyes in a moment of fear. Her body shook slightly but she managed to convince herself that the possible rewards far outweighed any risks.

"Sssss!" She hushed a hiss of pain as she drew the blade across her vein then over turned it to allow a steady stream of her blood to flow into the dark hole. Moira was unsure of how much of her bodily fluid she would have to sacrifice thus she simply kept giving and giving. Only too soon Moira's ice blue eyes began to roll into the back of her head. When she knew she would be able to give no more she drew her arm back and clamped a hand over her wrist. Disoriented and suffering from a massive loss of blood Moira stumbled backward and fell against the stone throne. Dark hazy clouds were taking up her vision. Moira immediately began to rue her reasoning, or lack there of. She rested her head against the throne and with her eyes closed limply wrapped her wrist in a torn piece of robe. "Markus……..you better not be……a mere myth…" Throughout her bout of bewilderment Moira failed to make any sense of time. For what seemed like only minuets was actually a passage of hours. Moira was suddenly shaken back to consciousness by a tight grip on her arm. Her eyes opened and there before her stood a man. His eyes glowed with an unearthly hue. "Markus…"

"The same," he replied. Moira felt her strength returning quickly, a perk to being a magic user. He pulled Moira to her feet and sat her upon the stone chair. "Was you who awakened me?" Moira looked past him at the empty casket and the product of her blood sacrifice.

"I am." He sat down on the armrest and stared down at her.

"And what did you hope to gain from this?" Moira glanced down at her already healing wrist wound.

"I want…to live forever." Markus leaned back somewhat.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I do," she replied still subconsciously clutching her wrist. "And I meant what I said, I want to live forever and I want it down by your hand." Markus smirked down at her.

"Life for mortals and immortals alike is riddled with tradeoffs my dear. While it is true that once sired you would live forever completely free from sickness and death, you would forever become a slave to the thirst. Not taking in plasma after an amount of time would certainly bring an abrupt end to your immortal life."

"I understand."

"Do you also understand that we the undead are also the damned? Is your very soul that meaningless to you?" Moira flew back her hair.

"Look at me; do you think I have any regard for something like my soul when I need not even worry about it?" Markus thoroughly looked her up and down. "Power, glory, and the will to live are all that matter to me. I am of course now at your mercy." Markus considered her rationale for a moment. She was undoubtedly devoted to whatever mad quest she was crusading for. But Markus knew with certainty that once she suffered his bite she would forget it entirely. The ambitions of a human and vampire are only similar up to a certain point.

He stepped down from the throne and beckoned her to follow with an outstretched hand. Moira of course took it and stood on the floor, her head sinking below his by at least a foot. He brought her close and looked into her eyes. Moira felt her thoughts being clouded, the instinct to pull away quickly melted in euphoria.

"Then prepare yourself…..for the life to come." Moira's now glassy eyes narrowed in anticipation. Her last cohesive thought before falling into dark and sinful bliss was the thought of finally catching up with a member of her own flesh and blood. The pain from his fangs sinking into her flesh was short and fleeting. Everything around her dissolved into a blur.

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PRESENT…………

Moira held her arms close to her from the thought of that night. Markus stood behind her and held her shoulders.

"Not a few days later the Dragon and his alien friend arrived," she said still deep in thought. "They wanted to awaken you and set you on a collision course with Isard." She shook her head with a crooked smile. "…Clever, but so new to the game of manipulation and conspiracy."

"Indeed, but with that in mind…tell me; what opinion do you hold for my plan?" Moira swiveled in place.

"It'll do," she said with a smirk. "Do you really expect them to simply fall for it without the slightest hint of suspicion?" Markus sat down at long table riddled covered with maps and a myriad of other documents. He toyed with a baseball size globe.

"No, but by the time they are able to act on such suspicions it will be too late. Are you sure you want the samurai and your sister to be spared?" Moira grinned a malicious toothy smile.

"Oh yes."

"The samurai has a sister also, what of her my love?"

"I don't give a damn about her."

THE CITY SQAURE………….

Elm's humble lodging was small and well suited for him as a loner. Things were a bit cramped for the Titans, Cyborg especially. However the nighttime air was warm and calm thus Lee slept out on a large balcony. The morning came quickly and Elm and Lee walked among the bustling crowd of the people in the market place.

"It was just slipped under the door?" asked Elm. Lee handed him the note he'd found upon waking and coming back inside.

"Indeed it was, the sender said to meet at the nearest tailor shop."

"That would be the one right around the corner," said Elm pointing. "Should prove interesting, and what's this I hear about you going blind every now and then?" Lee waved his hand.

"Long and arduous story…" They entered the shop where a few employees were fitting their customers with clothes of various styles and nationalities. Lee quirked an eyebrow at an obvious exaggeration of a formal Chinese dress. "Shandrey would have a fit about that," he mumbled. The two of them pretended to be absorbed in a display of certain fabrics. "Do you see him?"

"We don't even know what "he" looks like," said Elm. "If it is a he."

"I should be insulted," said a familiar voice behind them. Lee grinned and they turned to see Robin with his arms folded. "If you can't recognize my handwriting by now there's absolutely no hope for you." Elm ducked his head with a smile. He then raised it back up and chuckled.

"You know Robin this cloak and dagger stuff was really unnecessary, all you had to do was knock on the door." Robin stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"Well sure, but what's a Bond fan supposed to do?"

"We're glad to see you well Robin-San," said Lee.

"Oh I'm not alone," said Robin. And yet again behind them was the Tamaranian princess herself.

"Star-San!" Exclaimed Lee. She smiled and then broadened it at the sight of the orange haired young man.

"Elm! I have not seen you in many years! Are you well in these recent days?" He was somewhat taken aback by her. It had been a long time since he'd seen someone with her disposition. He finally snapped out of it and nodded.

"I've been okay, you?" She shrugged.

"I cannot change things, it is best to simply move on." The three boys cast their silent agreements with nods. "But I do not wish to sink into the depressing, are our friends near?"

"They're back at my place, probably getting things ready for the big plan."

"So there is a plan," said Robin. "And here I thought this was all just a big ploy by Markus and Moira."

"That may very well be the case," said Lee in concurrence. "…But as I've said before we'll have to meet it when the time comes." With that Lee and Elm left with their friends reunited.

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"You know Rob you're really start'n to impress me." Cyborg and Robin exchanged a brotherly hug. They all sat down in various places, Robin and Starfire taking up the space of a small couch. "And don't even get me started on you Star," he said gesturing to the glowing alien.

"Yes we require camp fire stories and details later on," said Beast Boy. "But that's for later; right now some bigger fish need fry'n."

"We only wish you had more time to settle down and rest first," said Elm. Robin shrugged passively.

"Well like Beast Boy said there are more important things to worry about right now."

"We know you have all been hard at work considering ways to rescue Shandrey and Nayia," said Starfire. "I am so glad we are no longer separated any more than need be."

"Yeah so how is old Sol?" asked Cyborg.

"Sol? I'm sure that by now he's pretty dead." He earned a raised eyebrow from Cyborg. "Isard found us, we got out but the last time I saw his house it was being burned to the ground."

"Poor bastard," muttered Cyborg. The silence that followed was awkward to say the least. Robin was the one to break it and speaking up asked;

"So what's this plan I keep hearing about?"

"Well to be honest it's really Markus' plan," said Raven sounding a bit disappointed. "But it really is pretty good, being that it's the only plan we have." They remained silent, indicating that Raven should continue. "The only way to gain access to Isard's orbital station is with her beaming technology."

"But she has direct control of that," said Starfire.

"Right," said Lee. "The system is heavy guarded and highly regulated. Only a few select members of her Elite have free access to it. But even then they're watched constantly." The way Lee put it the whole thing seemed very much impossible. Robin and Starfire exchanged glances then he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Okay…let's hear it."

"Two vampires that we know of have access to it," said Cyborg. "One is Ian Donovan and the other is Eli Grotskii. Donovan hasn't been seen anywhere since that last assault on The Valley so he's probably been disappeared." They all made faces reading 'Well that's typical'.

Raven continued, "Grotskii is in charge of overseeing the transportation of supplies to and from the station. If one of us, that is one of you guys…" she said gesturing to the male portion of the team. "…Could quietly 'deal' with Grotskii and switch places with him we could have a chance."

"Yes it all sounds soooo easy," quipped Beast Boy. "Our lilac haired friend, gorgeous as she is…" He winked at her making her frown but surreptitiously smirked as she looked away. "…she failed to bring up the tiny fact that Grotskii is followed everywhere twenty-four seven by bodyguards and a panic button built into his wrist watch." Robin and Starfire turned their eyes back to Raven.

"I was getting to that, thanks Beast Boy." He smiled and nodded. "But we did find a way around all of that." Starfire tilted her head as she felt impressed.

"Grotskii has two great passions," said Elm now using his manipulation over wind to make a rubber ball hover up and down in the air. Lee's telekinesis suddenly grabbed it out of the air. The two exchanged rascally grins. "He likes high stakes poker and the opera. Tomorrow night a man named Sergei Yuriev is hosting "Lohengrin" right here in Jerusalem. The only way we'll ever get close to Grotskii is during the poker game at the reception afterward."

"And what do we do?" asked Robin. "Do we wait for him to go to the bathroom and then kill him or…what?"

"Sort of," said Cyborg. "Every time he checks in to do his job he's assaulted by a battery of ID checks; a thermal scan, an iris scan, and a card swipe. We upload his image into the holo-rings, scan his eyes, and take his card. Of course that's after we make sure he's late for his next birthday." Starfire shuddered.

"Could we please not speak of such matters so cavalierly?"

"Sorry Star," apologized Cyborg. "Anyway the thermal scan is probably the most important part. Vampires have a body temperature of about sixty degrees Fahrenheit; if we come up anything higher than that the jig will be up." Robin sought clarification.

"And this is all taking place tomorrow night?"

"Curtain goes up at five o'clock sharp," said Lee. "Now there's just one last thing."

"Only one?" said Robin with smirk.

"What size tux do you wear?" asked Raven. Robin sat surprised by the question. He sputtered out a short chuckled.

"I don't know, I haven't worn one in…gosh over a decade."

"Not a problem," said Elm getting to his feet. "I happen to know the owner of the shop you had us meet you in. She can size you up and rent us anything we need. So, is anyone else hungry or is it just me?"

"We ate like three hours ago," said Raven.

"Yeah well I have a higher metabolism than you," returned the element bender.

Elm was the type of host who not only provided beds to sleep but if need be give up his own. Before Robin and Starfire had shown up Elm was content to still have his bed to himself and Raven had the extra room. Of course now there was another girl and Elm, feeling he should be courteous, gave up his room and he and Cyborg took the living room. Robin sat on a chair facing away from Starfire as she made down her bed. He had only gone in to say goodnight but something held him back. Maybe it was the way she responded that told him not to leave. It was the uncertainty more than anything else that was driving him mad. Starfire glanced away from her sheets and saw him silently pondering. She was long done but only wished to look like she had something to do.

"Robin," said drawing his attention. "Must we kill him?" She spoke of the vampire they would later meet. "Could we not simply…incapacitate him in some way?" Robin sighed and shook his head.

"If one of us takes his place and then he suddenly shows up the whole thing would go up in smoke. He could overpower whatever drug we give him or break through whatever we use to restrain him-no Star it's a risk we can't and shouldn't take." She softly nodded. "Besides, he's one of them. He's a monster just like the rest of them……he deserves what's coming."

"And you are the one who will do it?"

"Someone has too," he replied seriously. She trained her eyes away from him. "It's an ugly business Star, but someone has to do it. But I've been thinking." Her eyes moved back to his face. "I don't want to do this anymore Starfire." Her eyes were wide from a desire to understand.

"What is that?"

"I've been walking around the globe for ten years, it started out as just looking for you….then I killed a man and he turned out to be a vampire. I decided that while I was searching for you I could possibly make a difference."

"You have Robin; vampires abroad fear the very mention of your name."

"But the world isn't back to the way it was yet; I haven't really changed anything for the better. All I've accomplished is a reputation and a wearing soul. I don't want the entire story of my life to be nothing but blood and violence..." He held her hands. "That's why when we get Shandrey and Nayia back I'm putting a stop to it." Starfire's breath caught. "I'm taking off my sword and laying it to rest, the war will end at some point but it will end without me. Once we save them Starfire……I'll be done." The Tamaranian sat utterly stunned. He said nothing to her, not wanting to interrupt anything that may be going through her mind.

"Robin…"

"Starfire I thought I've seen everything, felt everything, gone through everything a man with a strong stomach can. But wrong doesn't even come close to what I was." Starfire gazed at him anxiously. "When I watched you go through the trepanning ritual…..I can't even begin to imagine the pain you felt; it's like you were being skinned alive."

"In a way….I suppose I was." He shook his head.

"Either way you wan to look at it Star I'm admitting to you now that during that moment I was unmistakably shell shocked." All the while Starfire's hand was creeping up to his face. "I'd never seen anything like it before."

"You have felt this all this time since then?" He dropped his gaze, replying in the affirmative. "How did you conceal it so?"

"It's been hard, but I've managed it. And if that's kind of stuff Shandrey deals with then I can't imagine how she stays sane." A smile showed itself across Starfire's face. It was small and meant to provide him with comfort and confidence. "After this is done the only cause I'm pledging myself to….is you." Her toothy smile closed into one that trembled and teared. Starfire reached around the back of his head and yanked his mouth into her own. The former boy wonder was taken by surprise but it wasn't long before he started to reciprocate. They both greedily took each other in ignoring the rest of the world around them. Robin smiled against her mouth has he felt her take off his shoes. One winged its way across the room until it hit the door, closing it with a snap.

REJOINING SHANDREY AND NAYIA…………..

The pair unfortunately found themselves cornered for the moment. They were glad to find an area that was devoid of surveillance technology of any kind. At least twice Nayia was charged with calming the waterbender as she was sure beyond a doubt that Isard was somehow watching them or with them in some way. Right this minuet however Shandrey sat in a corner sleeping soundly, perhaps too soundly. Shandrey told her of how Lee had mentioned some sort of rescue, thus they planned to be ready when the time came. They took turns keeping watch and it was currently Nayia's. Nayia watched Shandrey from the opposite corner. She couldn't get over how easily Shandrey seemed to fall asleep and further more stay asleep. It was if nothing had happened to her in the days before. And Nayia knew probably better than anyone what being with Isard for more than an hour meant, anything could happen.

"What did she do to you?" whispered Lee's little sister. She wasn't sure why but a wave of tenderness flew through her. Without noticing until late in the action Nayia was brushing some of Shandrey's hair from her face. "Don't worry, we won't let her hurt you." Shandrey suddenly woke and snatched Nayia's hand out of the air. Her grip on Nayia's hand was almost painful. "Are you okay?" Shandrey's eyes were wide and her pupils appeared dilated.

"W-Who are you?!" She stuttered. Nayia frowned.

"Shandrey it's me, Nayia." Shandrey cocked her head to one side, still not recognizing the girl in front of her. "What's the matter with you?" Nayia began to wince as Shandrey's grip only tightened. As if things couldn't get stranger the waterbender's eyes fluttered to a close and her hand fell off Nayia's. Nayia gently rubbed her throat. 'Should I find some holy water'? Then Shandrey opened her eyes and stretched her arms with a yawn. Nayia jumped slightly from the movement and it got Shandrey's attention.

"Hey, wow I guess I dozed off." She looked up at a wall clock. "Is it my turn?" Nayia smiled but underneath was a flurry of anxiety and suspicion. It pained her to think these things, but what just happened was anything but normal.

JERUSALEM………………..

Starfire's head lay against her pillow and the sounds of morning birds brought a content smile to her face. She stirred with a rested moan and rolled onto her back. Her arm ran over the spot beside her but she felt the occupant wasn't there. She sat up but immediately remembered the events of last night and pulled the covers up around her person. She rubbed her eyes and found Robin sitting by the dresser tying his shoes.

"Morning," he said without turning. She smiled and slipped on her clothes.

"And good morning to you." She walked up behind him and laid her hands down on his shoulders. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yup, me and Lee." he replied. He stood up and for no other reason than her hair was red he kissed her warmly. Starfire was careful not to let herself but for a split second she almost fell asleep right then and there. "I'll be back in a while." Robin walked past her to the door.

"Do you need something?" He looked back at her.

"Our rentals…….and some peaches." Starfire raised an eyebrow making him chuckle.

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Later the rest of the group was roused and walking about. Beast Boy sat trying to read the comic section of a newspaper he found. He gave up trying to interpret the cartoons through the pictures alone.

"Yo Elm, do they have English version for this?"

"If you can find it, it should be around here somewhere." Elm was only half paying attention to Beast Boy as he dashed about helping Raven prepare a good breakfast. Starfire was currently assisting Cyborg in a check up of their equipment; particularly the UV flash grenades. Starfire held her tongue between her lips as she concentrated hard on trying to piece together a timer.

"Cyborg-rmf!-I cannot fit this component together."

"Well careful, don't force it." He took it from her and showed her the proper way to fit the pieces together. "There we go, that's better right?" She nodded enthusiastically. At this time Robin and Lee returned both carrying a sack of exactly what Robin said; rental formal clothing and peaches. They lay the suits and dresses in their bags off to the side. Without offering any sort of explanation they sat down at the table and began cutting out the pits and laying the edible portions in another bowl.

"You guys getting a couple of pies going?" asked Cyborg. Robin uttered a throaty laugh.

"Maybe, but right now we're just harvesting some poison."

"Poison?" asked Starfire.

"That's right, you remember years ago when we were Titans and you tried to eat a peach pit, and I wouldn't let you?" She blushed at the memory.

"Y-Yes."

"Well there's a good reason for that." Lee saw that Robin was becoming absorbed in his job and explained the rest.

"Peach pits contain small amounts of cyanide," said samurai. "It's a naturally occurring substance, and just one pit doesn't have enough to kill you although it would probably make you sick."

"And if you gathered up enough from dozens of peaches?" prompted Raven. Robin sent her a smirking nod.

"You got it; we can make us a suicide drink." He then brought down a hammer upon the first pit and cracked the hard shell.

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The evening came sneaking up them like a stealthy shadow. Before they knew it was time to get ready for the first phase of their plan. Robin eyed his suit with a remising smile, the last time he'd worn one of these was a junior prom years and years ago. He remembered scoffing at the sign just below the entrance, Your date with destiny. As if anyone going to that prom would end up marry each other. He always thought the emphasis they would put on that sort of stuff was ridiculous. But enough of that, time to get ready.

"Right." Confirmed Robin to himself. A few moments later Robin stepped in front of a mirror fully dressed in his tuxedo. It looked like the one he wore to that prom all those years ago. It was a simple ensemble; black dinner jacket, black pants, white shirt with glossy black glass buttons, and a black bowtie. He straightened various parts ranging from his sleeves to his waist. He snickered and worked some stiffness out of his neck. "It's adequate."

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Robin entered the living room where everyone was waiting. Beast Boy and Cyborg, both concealed by holographic disguises, also both donned suits similar to Robin's. Although instead of a traditional bowtie Beast Boy wore a necktie. Elm's differed in that he favored a jacket with no buttons and standing collar. Raven's dress was maroon and navy lining along the bottom of the skirt and around her wrists. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and held in place by what appeared to be two ornately decorated chopsticks. She also had a silk shawl woven around her arms. Lee formal attire was undoubtedly of Japanese orientation. His sword was tucked firmly under his sash. Robin's eyes finally fell on Starfire and his smile faded into a slack jawed stare. She wore a deep red satin dress with belled at her feet; a white sash wove around her waist a downward angle and tied at a knot just below her hip. Her hair was kept the same though two long strands framed face perfectly. Cyborg and Elm smirked at one another and Elm tossed a wad of paper at Robin, effectively brining him back to reality.

"Earth to Rob," said Cyborg.

"Y-Yeah…sorry," he said brushing imaginary dust off his arms. "Okay, you all know the plan. Beast Boy when the tournament starts make sure you win just long enough to get to Grotskii's table.

"I plan to," said the best poker player amongst them. Raven then noticed something about his tie and began fixing it. "Raven w-what are you doing?"

"It's crooked," she said flashing him unusually flirtatious smirk. She was finally satisfied and patted it against this chest. "There, now its better." Robin chuckled along with the chorus that followed and smiled around at each of them.

"Alright keep your wits about you, stay calm, and stay focused on the task at hand."

Elm agreed with a hearty nod. "Exactly but let's just take a moment to enjoy ourselves before we go." Starfire wound her hand within Robin's and Raven and Beast Boy did the same. After a few seconds Elm bobbed his head comically gestured to the door. "Okay moment's over, let's go save Shandrey and Nayia."

Okay, despite what Robin said to Starfire earlier on this story is not almost over. Not by a long shot. You know how it goes; things have to go horribly wrong before they can go right. It really sucks being a super hero sometimes. Not to mention having to put up with the stupid tabloid stories. Bunch of cannibals they are.

NOTE: Yes the implication is that Robin and Starfire did the deed, AKA sex (GASP). Come on, they're not teens anymore they've long been adults. Besides, after thirty-five chapters in AU where ten years have passed one would think it's about time.

ANOTHER NOTE: The little tidbit about peach pits containing cyanide is completely true. It's something my Dad told me in passing while he was making some peach wine or something. But that doesn't mean you should never eat peaches, OH GOD NO! ;) What it means is just don't eat the pits. The stuff inside is firmly sealed off so a peach, unless rotting, is perfectly safe to eat.

ONE MORE NOTE: Well…….actually I don't have another one, that's it for now. Laters!