Author's Note:

I don't own Calvin and Hobbes or the Teen Titans!

"See," Cyborg explained, "None of us really have parents. Star's parents live on her home planet, Robin was raised by a guardian, my parents gave me up for dead, and as for Rae and B.B.."

"I prefer not to talk about it." Raven interrupted. Beast Boy just glared at Cyborg. "Right," Cyborg muttered.

"I should probably go home anyway," Calvin said. "I have some things to pick up, and like you said, I should let my Mom and Dad know about this." Hobbes shook his head, but said nothing. Cyborg led the two off to the T-Car.

Calvin pointed out a small house and the two drove up to it. He knocked, but no answer came, so he opened the door with his key. "Looks like Mom and Dad aren't home yet," he explained to Cyborg. "I can go up to my room and pick up the stuff I need right now."

The room was filled with boxes. Calvin picked out four of them and a small duffel bag, keeping the two smallest ones, and giving the other two to Cyborg. "That's all you're taking?" he asked Calvin. "It's all I need," Calvin replied. Hobbes came up from the landing, where he'd been keeping watch and whispered something to Calvin. "The parents are home," Calvin said, "C'mon, I bet they'd love to meet you."

Back at the Tower, Robin and Beastboy were playing video games, Raven was reading, and Starfire was cooking some Tamaranian food. All of them were trying very hard to pretend that they weren't just hanging around to see if Calvin would come back. Finally they heard Cyborg's heavy tread, and all of them rushed to the door. "How'd it go?" Robin asked. Calvin snarled, "I don't want to talk about it." He pushed past Starfire and Beast Boy pointed to the room that the Titans had cleared out for him earlier. He stomped into the room and slammed the door.

"What was that about?" Raven demanded. Cyborg sighed. "His parents can't see Hobbes at all. They yelled at me for encouraging their son in his 'delusions'. Then they threatened to send him to a hospital." Robin winced. "Let's leave him alone for tonight. He might feel better tomorrow."

The most important item a superhero has is his or her costume. He sorted through the clothes he'd brought, settling on a pair of black pants paired with a red shirt with a black line in the shape of a T. For boots, he added thejetpowered boots he'dconjured up the day before.

Then he added the final touch, an old red bandanna with two eye holes. Once he'd used it as a mask for playing Calvinball.

Hobbes shoved a gray box under Calvin's nose. "This is for you," he said. Calvin opened it and took out a necklace with seven charms dangling from it. "What is it?" He asked, examining the necklace. Hobbes sighed. "I was told to give this to you when you were old enough to appreciate it. That is all I can say."

"Feeling better, Cal?" Cyborg asked whenthe two came into thekitchen."Much better," Calvin admitted. "And by the way, it's Tracer, now." Cyborg grinned. "Welcome to the team, Tracer."