DISCLAIMER: I, unfortunately do not own the Teen Titans. And as such, I am earning no benefits (e.g. money) from writing this, and the only satisfaction I retain from this endeavor, is the slight internal pleasure from expressing my views on the shows and what my imagination can create when in the throws of musical expressionism. In other words, I don't own the characters, or the music, and if you try to sue me, you're most likely to get my bus ticket and prescription glasses. So, good luck.

Chapter One

Raven sat in her room. The curtains were closed, and the only light in the room was from the flickering hallway light that shone under her door. Downstairs, she could hear Beast Boy and Cyborg once again battling each other in another pointless video game. Starfire was concocting another horrible and most likely toxic pudding of some ungodly holiday or celebration of some kind of futile emotion. And Robin… Robin was in the gym. Like always. Once again pounding relentlessly at the punching bag, or loading and reloading another practice simulation. His return would have that effect on him. Useless. Just like everything else.

Slade. The name still sent shivers down her spine. Knowing that he was still out there. That Terra's sacrifice was wasted, that it was all her fault. That it was her father. Her father. Trigon. Her past that she had tried to run from. To hide from for so many years. But now she knew that it was all futile. That her mother's sacrifice, was in vain. That the training that Azar had given her for so many years was useless. That Trigon still had servants in this dimension, even though she was still resisting him, even though Rage was still chained in her mind. All that she had sacrificed was completely and utterly useless. All her life. All the wasted hours meditating, and keeping herself perfectly balanced everyday for as long as she could remember, not showing emotion, not laughing or crying or screaming or feeling. All of it. Wasted.

Raven walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer. She pulled out her meditation mirror and the bag which she kept the hair which she cut after Slade had forced her to see what would happen when the prophecy was fulfilled. She remembered the blood red skies, the looks of horror forever engraved on the stone forms of her friends. Her birthmarks that burnt through her leotard and her hair that grew long in that impossibly short time. A painful reminder of what she was. And what she was to become. Cutting off her hair, was only a temporary was to still the questions she knew were relentlessly running through her friend's minds

Of course she couldn't tell them. How do you tell your friends that your father was the most powerful demon lord of your dimension and that you were his daughter? After all, being the granddaughter of Satan himself and since Daddy dearest was restricted to her home dimension, and as she was the only spawn of Satan in this particular dimension, she was, in effect, the antichrist. Oh yeah. That would go down well. She could just imagine it.

"Hey guys, I have something to tell you. Well, you know the Bible stories and stuff, yeah, well, about that. You know that bit about the antichrist? Well, that's actually my Dad, but since he can only get into this dimension through me I'm the technical antichrist until I let Dad in. Oh, and Slade? Dad brought him back from the dead so he'd made me unleash Trigon sooner. That's why he wants me and not Robin. Sorry for not telling you sooner, but at least now you know that if I get mad, I'll start the apocalypse and end the world as you know it"

Yeah. That would really work.

Of course, now that Slade was Trigon's avatar in the mortal world giving the nice little side benefits of immortality and control of fire via his nice death in the lava. And not only that, Slade also got control over Hellfire as a bonus. So not only can Slade give them third degree burns, but he can also burn and scar mortal souls. Joy.

Thinking about mortal soul's, her thoughts wandered back to her friends. She couldn't let them any closer to her anymore. They were already too close. Beast Boy and Cyborg, thanks to their little joy ride through her mind knew too much about her. Starfire knew how her powers worked thanks to the Puppet Master, and Robin, well, apart from the fact that Robin was trained by Batman, and that she had unfrozen him from the time stasis, and their little mind meld, and not to mention that thanks to him, there was a new white and gold silhouette running around in Nevermore. She had to distance herself from them. There really was on other way.

Steeling herself for the inevitable barrage of questions that fly at her as soon as she went down for her tea, she walked over to her door and fastened her cloak around her shoulders. Opening her door and padding silently down into the main room and glanced at the television and the two cars that were portrayed on the screen. As she watched, a car swerved and ran off the road in a brilliant blaze of computerized flame. Beast Boy visibly drooped and immediately stared demanding a rematch. As he stood up to yell at Cyborg again, he caught sight of Raven moving into the kitchen.

"Woah, dude. Raven. You're alive. What have you been doing in your room? You know, it's been like two days since you've been out. What 'cha been up to?"

Not bothering to respond, Raven moved around Beast Boy and after filling up the kettle with water, turned it on and got out her black mug and tea bag. Waiting for the water to boil, she turned to Beast Boy and calmly replied,

"Yes. Meditating. I know. Avoiding this type of situation"

Picking up the still whistling kettle, Raven poured the water into her mug. Dipping her teabag in the mug a few times, she walked over to the bin and dumped her teabag. Then, ignoring the shell-shocked expressions on Cyborg and Beast Boy's faces, she turned and walked silently back to the sanctuary of her room.

No sooner had she made herself comfortable on her bed, she heard a pair of steel toed boots stomping up the hallway to her door. Sighing in resignation, she lifted a black encased hand and waved it in the general direction of the door, revealing a shocked Robin with a raised hand about to knock.

"Are you coming in, or are you going to stand there all day?" Raven asked in her usual monotone.

Still shocked, Robin lowered his hand, and walked into Raven's room. A room where people were forbidden to even contemplate entering. He felt like he was defiling some holy temple or mosque. Moving to stand over by her desk, he stood perfectly still, giving no outward signs to his nervousness. As the moment dragged on, Robin finally broke the tense silence.

"Raven, what happened the other night? I know that you don't want the others to know, but I can feel that something is wrong. You're keeping something from us. From me. We're your friends Raven, and we'll always be here for you. No matter what. And I know that you're not ready to talk about it now, but when you are, I'll be here. Not as your leader. But as your friend."

Robin, without letting Raven speak, turned and quickly left her room, the door softly swishing shut.

Raven, still sitting on her bed, placed her cold mug of tea on her bedside table and looked at her hands. As she watched, red glowing marks appeared once more on her palms.

As she looked up at her mirror, the merest glimpse of the future that Slade had showed her flickered across her vision. Looking back down at her glowing palms, a single tear escaped her eye and slid unnoticed down her face to drop on her bedspread.

So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I..

I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh
All I want inside I still am empty
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I...

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I guess, I remember every glance you shot me
Un-harmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat
I squoze so hard
I stopped your heart from beating
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me, I..

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got!

So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got

'All That I've Got'

The Used.

Like it? Hate it? I know, it has potential to be a one shot or a multi-chapter thing. If I get enough reviews asking to continue, I'll write some more chapters maybe. 'All That I've Got' was the inspiration for this fic. Awesome film clip to the song as well. Review and tell me what you think.

Until next time…