Author's note: Sorry this took so long. A lot of stuff has been going on in my life, including band camp and moving. I'll try to get the next few chapters up pretty quickly, though.

Disclaimer: The Teen Titans were not created by me. However, I made up Aira and she is for my use only.

RAVEN

"Well?" demanded Beast Boy impatiently as soon as he saw me. "How'd it go?" I shook my head.
"I don't want to talk about it," I told him, walking past him into my dark room. The girl, Aira, was asleep on a couch downstairs. I had gotten her to sleep before the others could question her, as Robin would have. I knew how persistent he could be. She has obviously been through a lot already.

I closed and locked my door, though it was hardly necessary. Beast Boy had learned not to barge in on my private space. Oh, yes. He had learned.

AIRA

I didn't open my eyes just yet. I was comfortable, that much I knew. Things like that were so foreign to me in real life, so I knew it must have been a dream. Once I opened my eyes, it would be over.

I snuggled deeper into the large, comfortable couch, hoping that this particular dream would last a long time. Unfortunately, it was interrupted.
"Aw, man, how're we supposed to get to the Gamestation?" complained a voice. Oh, yeah. I remembered now. Green Dude, the irritating one. Oh, joy.

"Maybe we should move her," suggested another voice. I knew that one, too. Machine Guy. Cyborg, I had learned.

"Or maybe you should try something besides that stupid gaming thing," said another voice. This one I knew immediately to be Raven.

There was a shocked silence at her suggestion. "Raven... Are you feeling okay?" asked Beast Boy finally. "HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO NOT PLAY GAMESTATION!?!?!" I flinched at the loud, sudden sound close to my head.
"Quiet!" hissed Raven angrily. "Can't you see that she's asleep?" There was another short silence at this.
"Raven, dude... She's gonna wake up anyway. What are you, her mother?" asked the green guy with the fitting name. I heard something explode.
"C'mon, BB," said Cyborg nervously. I heard his heavy feet walking away. "Leave her alone, or she'll blow up the Gamestation, too." More walking was heard, then silence that was soon broken by a mutter from Raven.

"Incompetent, stupid, moronic idiots," I heard her utter as she quietly walked away.

I finally opened my eyes and glanced around. I was in a large room on a huge couch, a throw covering me. It was knitted with many different colors, not very neatly. I had a feeling that it was made by Starfire. Anyway, in front of me was a huge television. We're talking HUGE here. In front of it was a mess of gaming things, like controllers and games, as well as a base for all of it. I figured this was the all-important Gamestation.

Looking around some more, I spotted a patch of shattered glass. I found that it came from a broken light. I frowned. I hadn't seen much the night before, since I was so tired, but I was pretty sure that that hadn't been there.

I remembered the shattering sound I had heard and furrowed my brow, thinking. Wind whipped my hair around my head. I almost panicked, but remembered not to. I forced myself to calm down, and soon it stopped. Cool!

A moment later, I heard footsteps again. The door to the room I was in opened. "Good, you're up," said Robin. No, duh. I think I noticed as much. "Raven said you did a good job meditating, so this morning we can go train your control."
"Mm," I said, turning and setting my feet on the floor.

"...Oh, yeah. Starfire made you breakfast..." I looked at the boy in alarm. "But don't worry. Cyborg just left to get waffles. He'll be back soon."

I sighed in relief. "Okay," I said. I stood up and smoothed the clothes I was wearing, lent to me by Starfire. My old ones had been thrown out.

"Yo, Rob! I'm back!" yelled out Cyborg. Robin beckoned for me to follow him and led me to the kitchen. Cyborg was in there - wearing an apron, no less - putting frozen waffles into a toaster. He grinned at me.
"Welcome to the land of the livin'," he said, getting out butter, maple syrup, whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate chips.
"Um... Thanks," I said, unsure. Using the stick of butter in his hand, he pointed at a chair.

"Sit down and watch the master cook!" he said. I blinked and nodded. Robin rolled his eyes and walked out.
"Don't eat too much or you won't be able to move fast," he warned as he passed me. I nodded.

Cyborg peered into a bowl and sniffed, then made a face. "No wonder Rob wanted waffles," he muttered, dumping the entire bowl into the trash can. I held back a giggle, smiling.

A few minutes later, Cyborg placed a plate that was heaped with waffles in front of me. Some had chocolate chips shoved in them, some had whipped cream, some had strawberries, and a few just had regular butter and maple syrup. I ate a few, keeping Robin's words in my mind.

Drawn by the smell of food, Beast Boy soon appeared. I felt no guilt about leaving all the food, since he finished off the rest. To my utter disgust, he decorated the waffles he ate with slices of tofu. Straight, plain, uncooked, nasty tofu. I knew the guy had problems.