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Disclaimer: I still do not own the Teen Titans or Nightwing...still wishing I did, though...

Back to the Past
Chapter Two: And so the Drifting...

"Well...so what have you guys been doin' for the last 20 years?" Nightwing asked casually, as if this was an everyday topic of small talk.

"Oh, well, the usual stuff..." Beast Boy answered.

"Just been hangin' round the Tower..." Cyborg responded.

"Training my mind..." Raven replied.

"I see. So not much has changed since I left..." Nightwing said, trying to ignore the vagueness of their answers.

"Uh, well actually..." Beast Boy hesitantly decided to supply after a moment of awkward silence. (Goes into a flashback)

"It was pretty rough when you blew up at us and just left all those years ago..."

"Robin, we've been trying to find her all night. We've gotta at least take a break for t'night," a young Beast Boy said to his friend's turned back.

"No! We have to find her!" Robin yelled angrily whipping back around into the three weary faces of his teammates.

"Robin, it's not that simple, we're gonna need some time--" Raven said calmly, attempting to reason with their leader.

"Time! TIME! Every minute that we waste standing around here not looking, she might have come back and be wandering around out there somewhere!" he snapped back.

"If she had come back, I would've been able to contact her," Raven reminded him.

Robin ignored her statement. "We just have to get her back!" he growled under his breath, almost to himself. "Cyborg, can't you build something to reopen the wormhole?" he asked, almost demanded, desperately as he turned to Cyborg.

"Man, I only wish I had that kinda technology; I don't know anything about time travel!" Cyborg replied with his hands out before him, as he took a step back from Robin. "And even if I did, we have no idea where or when to look for her!"

Robin just stood there staring at his teammates for a second, taking in what Cyborg had just said. The look in his eyes almost seemed to show that he knew what his friends were saying made sense, but his anger at his own failed attempt to stop Star from entering the wormhole, didn't want to believe them.

Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy watched silently as Robin's face grew flushed with rage as he whipped out his opened hand and directed it toward the small heap of beads Starfire had dropped in middle of the room before the call. "Don't you guys care about finding her?" he angrily questioned.

"We do care, Robin. It's just we don't know how to find her," Raven answered, sounding slightly irritated by Robin's unfeeling remark toward them.

Robin narrowed his eyes at her reply. "Fine, if you guys aren't gonna help, then I'll find her myself!" Robin yelled as he crossed the room to the door and yanked it open. Looking back only once, he stepped over the threshold, and slamming the door behind him, left.

In a last ditch attempt to bring their friend back, Beast Boy ran across the room, and throwing the door open, dashed out into the hall. "Robin, we'll help you look!" he yelled down the hall to the Boy Wonder, but Robin didn't even look back as he turned the corner.

Slightly hurt by the iciness he'd received from Robin, BB's ears drooped, as he looked down at the floor in despair.

Out of nowhere, he felt a gentle hand rest on his shoulder. Looking up sadly, he found Raven standing next to him.

"Try to forget about it. He just needs time to cool down; he'll be back in the morning," she said calmly.

(Flashback ends)

"Yeah, I still remember that day," Nightwing said, not even attempting to hide his deep regret. "I searched the city for her for about a month, hoping that I might just see her one day. Finally, I guess I just gave up and went back here to Gotham, and became Nightwing when my old mentor retired. Before I found out that you guys had left too, guess I figured that I couldn't show my face around Titans' Tower again. Not after all the things I'd said, anyway," he finished, smiling sadly to himself.

"Dude, you know that's not true! You made us mad, but if we'd been there, we would've taken you back!" Beast Boy corrected Nightwing.

"But you weren't," Raven reminded him coldly.

"Leaving that day has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life," Cyborg sighed as he took another sip of his soda.

"Same here. And to think it was all over a dumb frying pan," BB added.

"It was a skillet."

"Whatever." (Goes into a flashback)

"Well, look on the bright side, Beast Boy, at least it's breakfast time," Beast Boy assured himself the next morning as he shuffled across the room and opened the door to the cabinet hanging over the toaster. "Yup, nothin' like tofu to get the day started right," he said drearily as he tiredly dragged the dented, metal pan from the bottom shelf.

"Bleh. Tofu? No way. We're havin' ham and eggs," a mysterious voice coming from the refrigerator contradicted him.

At first, slightly frightened by the thought that the refrigerator itself might be talking to him, Beast Boy jumped back a step, and held the pan back defensively, prepared to take the phantom fridge down with a swift blow.

Then, to his relief, as he wasn't really sure he could take out an entire refrigerator with nothing but a frying pan, and dissatisfaction, Beast Boy watched as Cyborg's head popped up from behind the opened refrigerator door.

"No way!" Beast Boy said, now clutching the pan protectively against his chest, his back toward Cyborg in an extra effort to further block the pan from attack. "I got to the frying pan first this morning, and I say we're having fried tofu for breakfast!"

"Dude, it's a skillet."

"Whatever you wanna call it, I got it first!" Beast Boy exclaimed, turning back to the fridge to stick out his tongue at his breakfast time adversary. When he looked back, though, he was surprised to find that Cyborg had once again ducked back inside the fridge without a word.

Satisfied that he'd won that morning's fight for the frying pan, Beast Boy headed over to the counter adjacent the cupboard and set the pan down as he reached up into the shelves for an unopened package of tofu. Finally yanking the box down from one of the top shelves and unwrapping it, he dug out a heaping pile of tofu with a spoon, and closing his eyes with glee he turned back to counter where he had left the pan. Wanting to see the tofu land in the pan, he opened his eyes at the same time as over turning the spoon, only to watch in horror as the heap slid off the spoon onto the countertop.

Turning around quickly to face the stove, he found to his anger, that the pan was already sitting on the back burner loaded with one large ham steak and two raw eggs.

Cyborg, who had gone back into the fridge for a third egg, now returned, egg in hand as he casually tapped it against the edge of the countertop. Without much thought, he split the shell over the stove, only to be caught off guard as well, when he found himself staring at the plump, yellow yoke as it seeped down between the coils of the electric stove's burner.

Breaking his stare from the burner, he looked up just in time to watch the changeling give him an annoying grin and then turn-tail, skillet in hand, in the direction of the kitchen trash can.

"WHY YOU LITTLE--YOU BETTER NOT EVEN THINK OF PITCHIN' MY BREAKFAST!"