Okay, final chapter. Yet again, for those money hungry lawyers out there, I don't own the Teen Titans, never plan to, and in fact, don't really plan on owning any of their merchandise. Readers, thank you for your support. I know the fic was finished fast, that's because I don't really want to deal with it alot longer. This just means, I need a short break. (Oh yeah, by the way, the Iceberg I refer to is my cruelty). So many cliffhangers, so little time.

The morning was fresh and fairly sunny, which put Grey in a fairly good mood. 'Well, I'm a superhero, living in a giant T, with pretty much unlimited resources for amusement. What should I do first?' he thought, suddenly realizing what he'd so recently become. 'Maybe I'll go see what's up top, and test my powers along the way.' Grey got dressed in a grey sweater and sweatpants, and opened his window. Concentrating on his objective, he placed a foot out the window, then let himself fall forward. 'Wow,' he thought doing a few unconscious loops, 'I have more control than I realized.'

Ascending to the top of the structure with relative ease, and doing a few tricks before landing, Grey reveled in the freshness of the air. 'I hope Sarah is having this much fun in heaven,' he wondered, knowing it would obviously be much better than this.

Grey suddenly had an idea.Remembering how he'd been in band and had had a knack for it, he wondered how easy it would be to replicate specific pitches. He concentrated on his memory of the first note he played, and there it was. It wasn't all that much at first, but after a little sharpening and re-tuning, the B-flat hummed out with amazing clarity. It was amazing to hear a note that had no characteristics of having been played from an instrument, just pure tonal existence.

Without even realizing what he was doing, he began playing, if you could call it that, an old hymn he'd remembered from school. It was a sad but quick song that began with one part, became two, then 3, and finally split into a 5 part chord. He had never known a more beautiful piece of music. He played it again, this time adding more character to each voice, making it sound more human. Finally, he began to form the words, and by the final chord, it was exactly as he'd remembered it. Feeling a great sense of accomplishment, Grey looked around to find other things to do.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, noticing Raven levitating ahead of him, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything." He turned to leave.

"No, it's okay. I actually really liked that song." Raven seemed more relaxed than he'd seen her before.

"Oh..." Grey started awkwardly, "thanks." Raven returned the feeling of awkwardness with her judgmental stare. "I'm sorry for what I put you guys through. I just... I just didn't think through what I was doing. I lost control. I'll understand if you don't forgive me."

"It's not that..." Raven said even more confused by the boy, "it's just that I don't understand how you can already be so happy after what just happened. You seem as if you're someone who just woke up from a nightmare to find out it's Christmas."

"Well..." Grey began, "I just have to move on. There's no sense in dwelling on the past, in letting it change who you are, because you change anyway. If you consciously let it change you, then you really changed yourself, and changing yourself usually doesn't work very well."

"Why do you think that?" Raven was somewhat intrigued by his logic.

"I have experience in the matter, as most of you probably do, seeing it's a common characteristic of super heros to have a jaded past."

"You know," Raven said with what was almost a change in tone, "you're the first person to logically deduce something before I did."

"I guess that's because logic has been the only possession I've been able to keep through the years." He suddenly realized why Raven was up here. "You don't mind if I meditate with you do you?" he asked in a manner that suggested he expected to receive a "no."

"Oh, no... not at all."She said as she turned back around and closed her eyes to meditate again.

"Thanks..." he began to sit and contemplate, and soon another song began to protrude from the background. "I'm sorry," Grey said, realizing it had been coming from him.

"Keep playing if you want, it's not all that bad."

Grey resumed, and they began to meditate.

Grey stumbled into the kitchen, having tripped on something he was still trying to locate.

"How can you be that clumsy?" asked Beast Boy. (Res had been tripping all throughout the previous day during the few times he'd actually gotten out of bed.

"Hey, you can show a bit of symp..." Robin began but was cut off by Grey's sudden fit of laughter.

"You really are the funny one aren't you," Grey managed between gasps as he began to recover.

"I wasn't trying to be funny," Beast Boy said with a tone of apprehensiveness.

"You don't have to." Grey decided it was time to switch topics. "What's for breakfast?"

Starfire, Cyborg, and Robin were all sitting around the table, eating, very disgustedly, what appeared to be pancakes.

"Beast Boy's tofu pancakes!" Beast Boy said excitedly. "Wanna try some?"

"Hmmmm, sure, why not?" Grey said, flipping himself a few off of the serving plate. He took a few bites, with a look of indifference, then turned to Beast Boy and asked, "Do they add sugar to the mixture in order to make it taste more like real batter?"

"Yeah, why does it matter?" Beast Boy asked defensively.

"I was only wondering. I think the taste would be a little bit better if you added some more sugar. Other than that it's really good."

Everyone's, with the exception of Grey's, jaw dropped.

"What? As long as you don't think of it as actually eating pancakes, they taste good."

He slowly began eating his pancakes. By the time he was done, most people had moved on to other tasks. He got up and began to look for something to drink.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have Tang (no, I don't own this product either)."

"Nope," came the stereo reply of Beast Boy and Cyborg.

"Tea?" Grey probed.

"Yeah..." Beast Boy replied hesitantly, hoping they didn't have another Raven on their hands. "It's in the second cupboard from the far, far left."

"Thanks." Came Grey's muffled reply, as he began scrounging through the cupboard. He pulled out three containers, all unmarked glass jars, and opened their tops. Sniffing each one curiously, and choosing one, putting the others back up, and getting a glass out and filling it with hot water. He brewed the tea, and sat down to enjoy it.

"Who's been going through my tea?" began Raven in a irritated tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know if I was going to have seconds."

"Well, what do you think. I made it myself." Raven was curious as to what opinions someone else would have about her teas, since so far, only she had actually had them.

"I didn't brew it long enough, but other than that, it's really good."

"You didn't brew it long enough? I can barely see to the bottom of your mug. How can that not be brewed enough."

"Umm, are you okay Raven," Beast Boy asked, never having heard disbelief of such an amount from Raven.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little under the weather." She got her tea, and left for her room..

Knock Knock came the disturbance at Raven's door. 'Odd,' she though 'no one has knocked on my door since Beast Boy and Cyborg were trapped in here.'

"Come in," she said, still irritated.

"Thanks," came Grey's calm reply. "I was just wondering, how you were really feeling."

OMGOMGOMGOMG. Yeah, cliffhanger at the end of a story. You may think this is cruel, but don't worry... THIS IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.

Read the sequel if you're intrigued.