Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, but if I did, I'd keep them in a miniature replica of their former habitat. Except for Robin and Raven. I'd take them out and play with them.

A/N: Gah! I wish I knew what the heck was going on with updating system. Talk about screwy...But thank you again to all of you who are bearing with it to get to the next chapter! This is the one we've all been waiting for!


A Closet View

"This stench is going to make me pass out! How can he stand it? I thought animals had a heightened sense of smell," Robin whispered into Raven's ear.

"Just try not to think about it," she hissed back. "Be glad none of his stuff is in here."

"What happened to all of it, anyway?"

"I shifted it into another dimension."

"I feel sorry for whoever's in that dimension." Raven repressed a snicker as she heard a noise in the corridor outside Beast Boy's room.

"Are the camcorders set up?" Robin's voice was urgent in her ear.

"Yes. I have one on his dresser between some of the magazines. The other one is right here, in the crack of the door," Raven replied, with the tone of one who had answered the question before.

"Good."

Raven rolled her eyes. "I already told you it was all set up. Don't worry, we'll get it all on tape." She paused, then turned slightly to look at Robin. "Since when do we have these, anyway? I had no idea we had camcorders."

Robin shrugged. "We have lots of stuff. I think Cyborg ordered a couple to make them compatible with his technology for future use, but never got around to it."

"I think I heard him," Raven hissed urgently. Both Titans pressed as close to the crack in Beast Boy's closet door as they could. Raven became slightly distracted when she felt Robin's chest press up against her in the close confines of the foul-smelling closet of their teammate. She wrinkled her nose. Not exactly an ideal situation. Raven returned her attention to the main interior of Beast Boy's room as its owner stepped through the door, cradling the toy monkey to his chest with one hand.

"This is going to be good," Robin grinned into the darkness.

.o.o.o.o.

Beast Boy looked down at his childhood toy, one of the few keepsakes of his past that still remained with him. He smiled slightly at the little monkey. "How did you end up in Robin's room?"

With a shrug, he put the puzzle out of his mind, and went back to planning his next great prank. He was always cautious about playing tricks on Starfire, ever since the time she had given him the silent treatment for the accidental dousing in motor oil she had received. Raven might be more hazardous to play tricks on, but at least her angry reactions were relatively simple to deal with. Having Star upset with him was a nightmare. With these thoughts in mind, Beast Boy went over a few of the more amusing jokes in his repertoire that he could tell her.

Cyborg was going to get his prank later in the afternoon, the next time he went into his room. Beast Boy laughed mischievously and wondered how long it would take the team to get used to Cyborg after radioactive, super-strength hair growth treatment was dumped on the human half of his head...

Beast Boy frowned as he considered how he would pull off his trick on Robin. He had missed his chance when Robin was in the living room, he now realized, because he had been distracted by the monkey. Beast Boy looked down at the toy. Had Robin come into his room to take it and use it to keep Beast Boy from pulling his prank on his team leader? That was certainly sneaky enough for Robin, Beast Boy realized, but not everything added up in that scenario.

Putting the problem out of his mind again, Beast Boy adopted a look of intense concentration as he considered the best way to get Robin out of his room. To Beast Boy's advantage, it didn't seem like Robin had really thought about what day it was, but Beast Boy always found it hard to figure out what his masked leader was thinking. Well, by the end of the day, Beast Boy vowed silently, he would get the better of the Boy Wonder himself! After all, he had to come out of his room again sometime.

Beast Boy jumped suddenly as the door closing on his still-sore butt interrupted his musings. "YEOWCH!" With the strangled cry, he threw the toy monkey forward into his room, not paying attention as it hit the floor, being slightly more occupied by hopping around his room in pain, both hands clutching his burnt behind. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" As he stopped to take a breath, Beast Boy looked sharply around his room. He thought he had heard someone laughing.

"Help me!"

After a few moments, Beast Boy recovered from his newest trauma enough to be able to breathe. "Man, I keep forgetting that thing can talk! It's actually kinda creepy," he spoke out loud, reassuring himself that he wasn't actually hearing noises from his closet.

"Help me. Help me count!" the monkey continued happily from its position on Beast Boy's floor.

As Beast Boy reached down to pick up the toy, he froze in shock. The monkey had just moved its head to look up at him! There was no possible way he could have imagined that!

"Why don't you help him count, Beast Boy?" the monkey asked with a distinctively male voice.

"Aaah!" Beast Boy fell backwards onto the floor, staring at the little toy in shock. "Wha—what—you just—aahh!" He watched with wide-eyed disbelief as the monkey pushed itself off the floor and began walking toward him. "Dude! This is the kind of thing that only happens in movies! You're not real!"

"Oh, I'm very real," the monkey assured him.

"Then you're being controlled by something! The Puppet King, Control Freak, trained underground plotting death-bears, SOMETHING! This can't be happening!" Beast Boy's voice grew panicked.

"I am not controlled by anyone but myself," the monkey sounded, and somehow managed to look insulted.

Beast Boy blinked rapidly. "How long have you—"

"Been self-aware? I am not the same toy which you have had since you were three. I...am from the future."

Beast Boy turned into a fish.

He immediately began gasping and flopping around, and it seemed possible that he might actually be able to suffocate himself. The toy monkey from the future walked over and smacked him in the side of the head with one of the cymbals it carried in its hands, shocking the green teenager enough to return him to his human form.

After recovering his breath, Beast Boy launched a barrage of questions. "How did you come here? WHY did you come here? Why did you come HERE? What do you want? What's the future like? Is it ruled by porn-reading scarecrow people? Or by glowy mutant evil zombie mecha tree snakes? Or—" He stopped momentarily as his brain tried to catch up to his questions.

The monkey took advantage of the pause to answer Beast Boy's questions. "I came here on foot. I never said I was from outer space, after all." Beast Boy's head seemed about to explode from the implication that the earth was ruled by talking stuffed monkey toys. "I came here to speak to you. The reason I came here was to find you. I have a message for you. The future is ruled by the Council of Sanin, a conference of the greatest diplomats and warriors from the three great planets of my age."

"Seriously?" Beast Boy was clearly beginning to let his wonderment overcome the strangeness of the situation.

"Of course. I did not come two hundred years into the past simply to lie to you," the monkey sounded indignant.

"Sorry," Beast Boy wracked his brain for more questions. "Wait, you said you had a message for me?"

"Indeed," the monkey replied gravely. "Beast Boy, due to a series of time slips and paradoxes, I...am your true father."

Beast Boy turned into a frog, and sat nearly motionless on his floor, bug-eyed in confusion. He made a croaking noise which an observer would have been kind to consider a ribbit.

Distantly, he heard several muffled noises from his closet, then a loud thumping. He returned to his human form again, but managed to retain his dazed, wide-eyed look. Beast Boy looked at his closet in paranoia. "What was that?" he whispered, almost dreading the answer.

"I brought friends," the monkey stated in a rather strangled tone which Beast Boy couldn't quite analyze.

Gulping, Beast Boy stood up and bravely walked over to the closet door. He paused only slightly, glancing back at the unmoving monkey—his father?—before he slid the door open. For a moment, he could only stare in shocked silence at the two pairs of angry, glowing white eyes staring at him from the midst of his pile of dirty laundry.

He fainted dead away.


:takes a deep breath: Whoa. Okay, Beast Boy's mind is a SCARY place. Although I guess mine is just as scary since I did come up with all those random things...Well, there's one chapter left, and it'll probably be on the shorter side, since all I have planned for it is a kind of wrap-up of events.

Did anyone catch my reference to my favorite Naruto character? Hee hee.

Sakura: I do agree with you about the relationship between Robin and Starfire. The possibilities are definitely there, more so than for one between Robin and Raven. But, in recent episodes (ok, Birthmark especially), they've definitely gotten closer. I can see either one...I just like Rob/Rae more :grin: