RR76: After it's 1 month hiatus, due to lack of anyone reading it, Carson has now been updated. I've been toying with a couple other ideas recently, but until I get more time to actually write them, they're nothing more than ideas. So sorry. Responses:

jogerm904: Not in this story, sorry. I won't reveal too much, but something will happen to Terra in the sequel. Hehehehehe... for now, she's just a sidenote. She plays a bigger role in the aforementioned sequel. Don't worry.

Once again, that's it. Thanks to fourthelement and jogerm904 for the reviews. Now I can stop drinking! Nah, I'm kidding. I don't drink... yet. Ha! Gotcha again!

TRESPASSER: Get on with it dammit!

RR76: Oh, yeah: I do not own anything in this story, except Carson, because I created him! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Now please read. Or die...

The door to the training room slid open quietly, allowing a figure to step inside. The figure leaned on a window sill and sighed, watching as the rain softly tapped against the window pane, his green skin faintily illuminated by the lights downtown. For once in his life, his thoughts cleared, and he concentrated on a single person, a blonde haired teenage girl he had met not 2 weeks ago. Tears welled in his eyes as he thought of how they had parted. She hated him, he knew that much, and he would never see her again.

His thoughts began to change, though, and they instead concentrated on another person, and amesthyst eyed, blue cloaked girl. She had been much kinder to him these past weeks-he recieved much less pain, though the sarcasm never ceased to flow. It never did for her, did it? Beast Boy sighed again. His pain of being torn from the girl he loved (forgive me...) was compounded with the knowladge that the two women he admired most in this world hated him. Or at least it seemed that way.

A sudden voice broke his train of thought: "You're thinking about her again, aren't you?" Beast Boy recognized the calm, cool voice instantly, and turned to see the very subject of his thoughts standing behind him, her cloak drawn about her slim (not anorexic, she's not like Terra) form. Her face was expressionless, though Beast Boy could see faint signs of sympathy on her beutiful features.

"Raven... you scared me," Beast Boy said shakily. He scratched the back of his head. "Um... what are you doing here?"

"Meditating, before you barged in. Not that I'm bitter," Raven said. Beast Boy inwardly smiled. The sarcasm never ceased, did it? Raven stepped up next to him and leaned against the sill. "You didn't answer. You're thinking about her."

Beast Boy turned back to the window and sighed again. "I can't help it. Terra..." He could hardly get the next words out. "She didn't even say goodbye. She just... left." He sniffed and his voice broke, but he continued. "She hates me, doesn't she?"

Raven was silent for a moment, but answered him. "She has some problems she needs to deal with. She's been through alot in her life, and maybe she needs to deal with it on her own." Raven's hand rested on Beast Boy's shouldar. "She'll come back one day."

"How do you know?" Beast Boy asked sullenly, still facing the window.

Raven answered simply "I just do." The two teammates stared silenty at the rain, Raven's hand still on Beast Boy's shouldar. The changeling suddenly broke the silence. "Raven?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we... friends?"

"Beast Boy..." Raven trailed off for a moment, and for that moment, Beast Boy's fear was confirmed. "You keep asking stupid questions, don't you?"

"It's just..." Beast Boy shifted uncomfortably. "Sometimes I can't tell, you know? Like when I tell a joke, or when I compliment you, you just ignore me, or you use your powers to throw me into a wall, or you say something sarcastic and then ignore me."

Raven was silent, deep in thought. Beast Boy's words seemed to have rang true. Finally she spoke up. "You've always been there, trying to make people laugh, trying to make someone's day worth it. Usually mine. You never stop trying, no matter what I say or do. You've saved my life more times than I can count." She paused, searching for the right words. "I'm glad to have you as a friend."

That's it? Just friends? Beast Boy thought about saying, but instead he smiled. "Heh... thanks Rae."

"You're welcome. And don't call me that." Raven said. She suddenly noticed that she hadn't taken her hand off Beast Boys shouldar, and quickly removed it. She was thankful for the lack of light that conceled her blush. An awkward silence settled over the two teammates as they stared out the window.

The silence didn't last.The alarm blared as a red light flashed. The two looked at each other and ran to the living room. That's the first moment Cyborg hasn't broken up, Beast Boy thought with a smile.

The Titans gathered in the living room to find Robin standing there, fully dressed. "Titans," he said. "It's him. He's back."

"You promise not to lose it again?" Beast Boy said jokingly, evoking a glare from his leader. "Slade's attacking a warehouse downtown. Report says over 100 armed robots trying to get to a cache of ammunition."

"Bullets? You woke us up at 4:30 in the morning because Slade wants to steal a couple crates of BULLETS?!" Cyborg yelled at Robin.

"More like centrifuges," Robin said quietly. A hush settled over the room as the Titans tried to process this information.

"Slade... he wants a nuke?" the Cyborg said after a while, clearly shocked.

"Please, these 'nukes' are dangerous then?" Starfire asked, curious.

"Atomic weapons," Robin explained. "Powerful enough to destroy an entire city. Those who survive die a slow death from radiation poisoning."

"In other words," Raven said in her usual monotone, "we lose."

"Then why are we still here?!" Beast Boy shouted. "Slade wants nukes, he's got to go through the Teen Titans first!"

"Did you have to sound so corny when you said that?" Raven said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Here's the plan:" Robin said. "I'll take the R-Cycle. Cyborg, take the others in the T-Car. We'll try to flank him. Titans, go!"

Bodies were scattered about the warehouse as the battle raged on, the robots slowly gaining the upper hand. The guards, though heavily armed, were no mach for the supirior force they were up against. Ammunition was running low, morale with it, as the robots pressed onward, egged on by their leader, who was pearched on a catwalk. He was in his mid twenties, with black pants and a black jacket and long black hair.

"Keep it goin' boys!" the man shouted at the army of robot commandos. "Their on the ropes, don't show any mercy, keep-" he was cut off by a blast that knocked him backwards. When the smoke cleared, he saw none other than the boy wonder and leader of the Teen Titans.

"Who are you?!" Robin demanded. The man grinned evilly.

"Names Rancid," he said, pulling a gun from his belt. "Johnny Rancid!" He fired a shot at Robin's chest. Robin dodged and leaped at Johnny Rancid, aiming a kick at the older man's chest. Johnny grabbed Robin's leg out of midair and tossed him off the railing, down to the crossfire below. Robin shot his grappling hook, which wrapped around the railing. He swung under and over the catwalk and landed behind Johnny Rancid. Robin delivered a kick to his opponent's back, knocking him against the railing. Johnny turned and punched Robin across the chin, sending the young hero staggering backwards.

Below, four teenagers blew the massive garage-type door down and poured in, ready for combat. "Teen Titans, go!" Cyborg shouted as they charged the robots. The sudden arrival of the teenage vigilanties gave the defenders time to retreat, dropping their weapons and fleeing for their lives. Those who remained drew batons and billy clubs and rushed the robot forces, most of them being beaten back easily. The Titans on the other hand held their ground, Cybor firing his sonic cannon from the cover of a few crates while Starfire, Raven and Beast Boy engaged the robots in close combat.

It worked for a while-until Robin fell from the catwalk. A black forcefield shot out to cushin his landing at the last second. Johnny Rancid leaped down, landing on the crates Cyborg was using for cover, and delivered a kick to the robotic teen's chin.

"Stupid kids!" he yelled triumphantly. "Ain't no way in hell you're stopping the force that is Slade and Johnny Rancid!" He aimed his gun at Cyborg's chestplate, grinning. "No way in hell," he whispered.

A robot's head exploded, then another, then a third and finally, the gun flew from Johnny Rancid's hand. Johnny did a double take, trying to figure out what had done that. He got his answer in the form of another exploding robot head. He looked up to a platform to see someone, arm outstretched as if holding a gun. The person pulled something from his belt and hurled it at a cluster of robots- a grenade. The grenade exploded, sending robot parts flying everywhere.

The person jumped down and landed at Johnny's feet. He ducked down and did a sweep kick, knocking the Johnny's legs out from under him. As he fell a punch was delivered to his stomach, then another to his head, sending Johnny Rancid flying. The person pulled the gun out again and fired twice more, destroying two more robots. The remaining opponents fled.

The Titans stared in awe at their savior. Strangely enough, he wasn't a soldier, or Batman, or anyone else. He was a teenage boy with thick dark hair and a Colt .45 revolver in his hand...

RR76: Whew. That took a while. Tell me what you think. NOW!!!