A/N: A little disgruntled to find that were no reviews on chapter two, but I'm that may have to do with the way I uploaded it…. Here's chapter three, hope you like it! (Don't forget to answer the reviewer question at the beginning of chapter one!)

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Back to the Past

Chapter Three: Tameranian Legend Fulfilled

"WHY YOU LITTLE--YOU BETTER NOT EVEN THINK OF PITCHIN' MY BREAKFAST!" Cyborg raged as he dashed after Beast Boy.

At that moment, Raven, who had just come down from her room to find out who had dared disturb her morning meditation, raised one eyebrow at the sight of the refrigerator door swinging open on its hinges. Using her powers, she slammed the door shut, revealing behind it a battling Cyborg and Beast Boy.

"TOFU!" Beast Boy growled, yanking at the rim of the pan, straining to keep hold of it. "This is the one and only frying pan in the Tower, and I had it first, so we're having tofu!"

"Man, nobody likes tofu! We're havin' ham…and…eggs!" Cyborg grunted, gripping the black, plastic handle on the opposite side of the pan.

"Guys, it's just a pan," Raven said in an almost bored voice as she watched the contents of the pan slosh back and forth between her teammates. "Why don't you--" she began.

"Errr, Raven, why don't you just stay out this!" Beast Boy interrupted furiously, struggling to keep hold of the metal rim.

"Yeah, this doesn't concern you!" Cyborg added harshly, also focusing on the pan.

At that moment the sound of cracking plastic filled the kitchen as the pan's handle came away in Cyborg's grasp. Beast Boy, who had been pulling at the pan with all his might, now released his end as he went toppling backwards into the closed refrigerator door.

The two now watched as the base of the frying pan sailed away, spinning in what seemed like slow motion. Spewing bits of food as it went, the flying pan began to lose altitude, finally crashing into the kitchen floor only a few feet away.

Beast Boy, still leaning against the fridge, now looked over at his friend. Cyborg, who was staring furiously at the overturned pan, now tightened his grip on the broken handle and crushed it into near nothingness.

"That's it. I'm outta here," he said, dropping a small pile of remnants left over from the handle. Beast Boy watched in silence as Cyborg walked through the kitchen, avoiding the pan, and then proceeded to open the door. He paused for a moment before walking through the doorway, and then just as Robin had, he too left, pulling the doorknob along behind him. For a moment BB just sat and watched door, half hoping it would open again and that Robin and Cyborg would come back. Realizing that wasn't going happen, he got up from his spot on the floor, and went over to retrieve the egg covered base of the pan.

(End of flashback)

Cyborg was now looking down into the bottom of his half-empty soda can. "No doubt about it, I guess I just lost it between Star's disappearance, your leaving," he began gesturing toward Nightwing, "an' just feeling like I had to have that dang pan for some reason…. If only I had figured out that it just wasn't worth leaving over before drivin' off…."

"Dude, I'm sorry," Beast Boy said looking up at him from across the coffee table.

"Hey, it's okay…. Man, but I really thought I could just drive forever after that," he said, half a smile on his face. "Heck, I actually did make it out five days traveling at top speeds, of course that was before my power cell malfunctioned and all the energy drained out of it. As it was, I was forced to connect up to the T-car in order to get enough energy to get myself back to the Tower.

"Unfortunately, when I got back to the tower I was depressed to find that my charger was still out from the last time I'd used. I tried to repair it, but the thing was just shot. That's when I gave up all hope and just connected up to the Tower's generator, making myself a prisoner of my own jail," Cyborg finished sadly.

"But, then how did you get out tonight?" Robin asked him.

"Well, when I put some thought into it, I figured out a way to run the energy left from generator over to my old power cell. It worked like a charm, except I'm not really sure what I'm gonna do when this cell runs out…." Cyborg replied.

"And then, that's pretty much when I left, too…" Beast Boy said next, remembering back again to that same fateful day. (Goes back into the flashback)

"Guess I won," he whispered to himself as he bent over to pick up the pan. "Hey, Rei, how 'bout some fried tofu?" he called with a smile, turning back to where she had been previously standing. His grin faded quickly, though, when he realized that she was gone. "Raven?"

Before he knew it, Beast Boy found himself in the hall upstairs in front of the door marked "RAVEN".

He knocked twice against it, softly with the flat part of his fist. "Rei? Raven?" he said, timidly at first. "Raven, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you before…. Please come out," he whispered desperately as he leaned his forehead against the closed door before him.

He listened as no answer came except the sound of glass shattering from somewhere deep within the room. Letting a long and heavy sigh out, he leaned back away from the door and walked slowly down the hall. Upon reaching the top of the stairs he turned back to take in one last final look at all of their rooms lined up along the corridor. Once satisfied that the image was imprinted on his mind, Beast Boy looked sadly down at floor and then made his way down the stairs, through the main room around the kitchen, and out the door, wishing that it wasn't over yet.

(End of flashback)

"So that's when I decided to go solo, and let's just say that things didn't go as well for me as they did for, you," Beast Boy said, glancing up from bending the pop-top of his soda can back and forth to look at Nightwing. "And it was after about a year of that, that I thought I'd take a "break" from the superhero stuff and take up "showbiz" for a while, therefore marking the beginning of my 19-year down slide as an "entertainer," he continued, stopping himself when finally the little metal tab had snapped away from its fastener.

The group sat silently for a few minutes, sad and disturbed to hear their normally upbeat friend sound so defeated.

"Well, I guess you're all probably expecting me to say what happened to me next…." Raven said finally, staring off into space.

Shocked that Raven was actually going to tell them something, they all looked up at her in surprise.

"After BB left, I must have stayed in my room meditating for at least seven hours," she began. (Goes into flash back)

"BB? Cyborg? Robin?" Raven called as she walked down the stairs, slowing to a stop as she came to the main room.

There wasn't a single light on in the room, but the gigantic picture window, which took up the entire back wall of the Tower, allowed a gloomy, gray light from outside to wash over the room, casting shadows everywhere. Raven stood silently looking out the magnificent window for a moment. The weather seemed to show just how she felt as she observed the large and ominous storm cloud that stretched out above the entire vista. She watched as the wind picked up and as the trees began to bend to its will, while the choppy water in the bay slapped viciously against the rocks.

Turning away from the view as a heavy downpour began to beat against the glass, Raven walked behind the tall breakfast bar into the kitchen area. Looking around the kitchen, she not only sensed that everyone was gone, but knew they were as she stared around at the still food splattered floor and countertops.

Glancing to her left she noticed the broken skillet sitting on the countertop. It was now crusted over with dried egg from sitting out uncleaned for so long. Looking at the disgusting piece of junk, Raven was suddenly consumed by a deep rage. Enraged that Starfire was gone, enraged that Robin had deserted them, enraged that Beast Boy had yelled at her, enraged that she hadn't forgiven him, and enraged that he and Cyborg had left and that she hadn't stopped them. Raven closed her eyes as a great surge of power washed over her. Suddenly she heard the sound of glass breaking all around her as cracks ran through the glass on the microwave and oven and as the television screen exploded outward. Her hair now blowing back with all of the power that was surrounding her, Raven opened her eyes, which now glowed red with fury.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Raven shrieked looking at the frying pan before her and lifted it above her head with her powers. "WHY DID THEY ALL LEAVE?" she screamed as she sent the pan sailing through one of the glass panels of the window across the room from her. She stood for a minute, her fists clenched in fury, as she observed the rain blowing in through the hole the pan had made in the glass, the sounds of thunder and wind now filling the room. Raven then abruptly shot her right hand out in the direction of the door, which swung open violently under her command. Closing her eyes and then levitating herself, she flew out the open door, which in her power, slammed itself shut behind her.

(End of flashback)

"And that's when Trigon came out. At that point, whatever rational part of me that remained, knew I couldn't handle myself, so I sent myself into solitary confinement…but even when I'd resumed control of my power and had resolved my anger, I had no will left to leave," Raven finished, her stare still unwavering.

For the following fifteen minutes silence overcame the confined sitting area like word-stifling plague, as each lost him or herself in the task of finishing the last few gulps of soda. Between sips they pretended that there was absolutely nothing awkward about the ensuing quiet and cautiously avoided eye contact.

Then it was time to go. With Nightwing in the lead, the group soon found themselves bathed in the silver light of the moon. It really wasn't much of a goodbye; each acknowledged one another in a way that opposing athletes might before a match. And with that, Raven dissolved into the folds of a black raven's wings, Beast Boy took to the sky as a majestic hawk, Cyborg gunned the T-car, and even Nightwing escaped on his motorcycle.

I guess Starfire was right about the drifting, Nightwing thought to himself as he turned up off the dirt road onto the empty highway that seemed to extend before him like a thick black ribbon. Her pretty face looked up into his eyes as the Jump exit drew closer in the empty night. He let himself be pulled into the far right lane and onto the ramp as he watched her turn to go.