Author's Note: Holy crap, look at all these reviews!! This is fantastic! Hey, do you think that by the time this story is over, it might have a hundred reviews? Thank you, everyone, so much; I really didn't think this story was that good, especially since it's all Terra.
Kudos to BrassBanana and VashTheStampede7123 for figuring out that the bodies would be found in the last chapter!
To my anonymous reviewer speedy23, there is no need to apologize! You are entitled to your opinion, and besides, it does seem terribly obvious, doesn't it? But I will assure everyone, this is an AU fic, and things may not turn out to be as obvious as they may first appear…
Thank you, Rowlingfan217, for reminding me to change the rating. Otherwise I would have forgotten! Not a good thing…
Enough with the author's notes—on to the story!

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The room was destroyed—two walls and nearly the entire ceiling had collapsed, leaving the floor almost completely covered in large, heavy chunks of debris. Everything was quilted in a thick layer of dust and dirt, so that where Terra had stepped, her footprints could be seen. The air was thick and heavy, stale with the lingering scent of death and long-rotted flesh.

The bodies were nothing more than skeletons, draped in tattered remnants of clothes. Beast Boy and Raven lay in one of the far corners, most of their remains intact. The largest deposit of rubble had fallen on the other side of the room, the vast majority of it missing their bodies and leaving them uncovered by debris for the most part. Protruding from directly beneath the huge pile of detritus, however, a flow of cloth could be seen, yellow and black material that had once been Robin's cape. There was no sign of Starfire.

Terra felt sick.

She turned, suddenly wishing for nothing more in the world than to be out of this horrible room. The feeling of torment and death assaulted her senses, thick, suffocating, inescapable. Hurriedly moving back to the doorway, she managed to trip over a piece of debris, landing on her hands and knees.

She felt something hard and sharp dig into the palm of her hand as she landed. Disoriented by the atmosphere of the room and her sudden fall, Terra latched onto the object subconsciously, grasping it in her fist as she scrambled to her feet.

Even though she knew the opening in the doorway had remained the same, it felt smaller than when she had slipped through from the outside. It seemed to take forever as she tried to squeeze through, as though the door wanted to close on her and keep her inside the room, catch her in its malicious will, entomb her with the bodies of the victims that it had already claimed…

With a short yelp that came with the sudden release in a simultaneous moment of fear and relief, Terra fell out of the room and onto the hard floor of the familiar hallway. She scrambled away from the still-open doorway, making a dash for the elevator.

When she was inside and safely descending away from the room, she began forcing herself to take long, deep breaths, trying to calm down. Her heart still pounded, and her hands still shook, but the panic was slowly receding.

When she was able to think clearly again, she remembered that she was holding something in her hand. Opening her palm, she inspected the object.

It was a piece of metal, albeit a very small and oddly shaped one. It was almost square, except for a rectangular protrusion on one side. She could see miniscule wiring that ran to and fro across the surface of the metal, tiny holes where bundles of the microscopic wire would disappear into the center of the cube, nearly indiscernible points where cable would begin and end.

The elevator halted. Tucking the metal piece into her pocket, Terra stepped out, making her way towards the main entrance of the Tower. Outside, the sun felt warm and full of life, so different from the chilling, death-filled room that had become the tomb for three young teenagers.

Terra shuddered and decided to spend the night somewhere else.

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It took her a few more days to finally discover the significance of the metal piece that she had found.

When she returned to the tower, she did not venture up to the higher floors anymore. Convincing herself that there was no need to search through the rooms anymore, since she had been doing that for weeks anyway, Terra remained on the ground floor that was the living room.

She went to the library a few more times, watching more of the videos and sometimes sifting through more newspaper articles, but the strange drive to figure out what had happened was gone. After finding the bodies, and coming face to face with the reality that these people had truly died…she didn't want to know any more.

Through it all, Terra knew that she was just biding her time. The search was over—but this was the longest time that she had spent in one place. The Tower had become the first place that she might have truly been able to call a home. And at the same time that she didn't want to stay there anymore, she knew that she didn't want to leave either.

But when she returned from the library on the third afternoon, she ran into Cyborg, and the decision was made for her.

Catching sight of her, Cyborg raised his handless arm as he had so many times before, and repeated, "Truder!"

Terra sighed, putting her hand on his arm and pushing down to get him to lower it. "We've been through this, Cyborg, I'm Terra, remember?" She looked up to meet his distracted gaze, and her eyes passed over the open panel on the side of his head for a moment.

Something seemed familiar, and she reached into her pocket, drawing out the piece of metal. The protrusion on the side looked strangely similar to the space in the empty plug that was open on the side of Cyborg's skull plating…

An idea struck her. Terra moved suddenly to stand in front of him, holding the metal up for him to plainly see. "Cyborg, do you know what this is?"

He blinked at it, then a hint of recognition lit his human features. "Memra!"

"It's the piece you're missing, isn't it?"

Cyborg tapped a metal hand gently near the open plating on his head. "Memra!"

Terra had no idea what 'memra' was supposed to mean, but his reaction told her without a doubt that the piece was his. "Hold still, Cyborg, I'm going to give it back to you." She stood on her tiptoes, having to stretch her arm up quite far to reach the panel on his head. She pushed the chip gently into place, then took a step back, waiting.

He turned to regard her, and this time, his gaze was not the empty, distracted gaze of a child that he had worn for so long. It was deep, intelligent…human. Cyborg looked at her, and his single eye widened.

"Terra…"

She blinked, surprised. "Hey, you remembered my name this time!"

"My god…you're older. How did—how long has it been?"

Terra stared at him, suddenly confused. "What do you mean, I'm older?"

Cyborg opened a plate on his arm, looking at one of his chronometers. "Five years…oh my god, it's been five years…" He looked at her again, his face riddled with pain and despair. "I'm so sorry, Terra, I didn't mean to leave you there, I was going to come back for you, I swear, but Robin…"

She took a step towards him, not understanding what he was saying. "Cyborg, what are you talking about?"

He seemed confused by her question. "But, if I haven't had my memory chip for five years… wait… Terra, when did you come back?"

"What do you mean, when did I get back? I've been here for the past three weeks!" Terra was getting frustrated.

A horrible thought suddenly struck Cyborg. He looked down at Terra, a note of fear in his voice. "Terra…do you remember me?"

She stared at him.

"Oh god…" He reached out, brushing back the hair on the side of her face, revealing the wide scar. "…you don't remember any of it, do you? You don't remember what he did to you…"

Terra drew back, wide eyed, holding a hand to the side of her face, fingering the wound. Her voice was almost a whisper. "How did you know that was there?"

"Because," Cyborg took a deep breath, "I was there when you got it."

And suddenly, Terra realized what he was saying. "…the sixth room upstairs…"

He nodded solemnly. "Was yours."

"…and the person who was cut out of all the pictures…"

"You."

Terra stood in silence, her mind reeling. She had woken up five years ago…the same time that the Titans had disappeared. "Cyborg," she said slowly, her voice heavy and serious, "Please tell me what happened."

He sighed heavily, like someone who had been haunted and worn down for years, and began.