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Hotshot, Samanthe - Thank you, I'm glad you like it so far.

Ramiro - I didn't forget about Raven's powers, it just wouldn't make for a good story if she used them. But she will get to use them in a few chapters, so just be patient.

Pyrotechnic - Glad you like both of my stories. And I'll let you know when the next one comes out.

Pickles - We'll see means we'll see. And I haven't decided how many there are going to be. I have ideas for definitely two more and maybe another two after that.

That said, a few notes on the story. This chapter has my personal revenge for everyone pointing out Aqualad eating tuna in my first story. And I will give a cookie to the person who can name the movie that I drew directly off of for the space suits.

And on with the disclaimer, I don't own the Titans or the Justice League, or anything else that I might have forgotten.

Chapter Five: Hauling The Mail

All had gone to bed early the night before the mission, and no resident couple had made any pretense about not spending their last night at home together. No one had said anything, though. It just happened, quietly and without comment, that two by two the titans went to bed. This fact was not lost on Robin, but he was thankful that no one had drawn any attention to it. He eventually turned in, deciding to spend the night in his own bed at the tower.

The next day, dawn rose slowly over Jump City, painting the sky in its normal palette of reds and oranges. Greeting the sun were five figures standing near the panoramic window. The male titans, less Mas y Menos, by some unspoken signal, had all woken up to see the sunrise and left their loved ones to sleep a few hours more. Eventually a soft chiming from the hall alerted them to the hour. Robin drained the last from his coffee cup, a motion repeated by Speedy and Aqualad. His voice was calm. "It is time."

They slipped back into the halls of the tower to wake up the other titans and prepare for their day. They met back in the living room, each with a small bag of personal items that they simply couldn't live without. Aqualad looked around the living room. Raven slowly slipped her hand into his and he looked over to her. He kissed her and stood up slowly, bringing the white cloaked girl up with him. "Robin?"

Robin nodded. "Titans, GO!"

The titans arrived at the naval air station to much fanfare. News of the plight of the alien titan had swept the news services and a crowd had gathered to see them off. Others were simply there to see Titan One blast off into space. A rank of shore patrol officers escorted them into the building where they would suit up and have the traditional astronaut breakfast.

Beast Boy knew this, and knew what it would entail. There were certain advantages to watching television all the time, namely the History Channel. Since the start of the manned space program, any American astronaut going into space was treated to a breakfast of steak and eggs. Beast Boy had decided the night before, on his own, that he would not make waves.

A lot of changes had been made in the last few months. Aqualad had started enjoying fish. He didn't eat it often, but he didn't avoid it if it were on the menu. Raven was showing more emotions each day, her cloak had become purest white a few weeks after she started dating Aqualad. Beast Boy had also been making some personal changes since Terra came back. He wasn't been hiding behind his mask of clown prince of the titans anymore. It was time to grow up, and maybe this should be the next step for him.

He smiled to himself as they were led into the base dining room. A table for twelve had been set up, a touching gesture which everyone noticed. It brought a rare smile to Robin's face as he sat down, keeping the empty place setting to his right. The others sat down, resident couples sitting next to each other and Mas y Menos taking the last two remaining seats. Because of the language barrier, they were constantly able to joke together about being the only sane titans left in the lot.

Idle banter passed around the table until breakfast was served, plates of steak and eggs were placed before the titans. All had the same reaction, they were supremely happy at the sight of the meal, then they looked to Beast Boy to gauge his reaction. It was Cyborg who spoke first.

"You see, they don't have tofu in space." There was a half gloating, half goading look on his face. He was ready for the daily breakfast fight today. To Beast Boy's right, he heard Terra start to say something. She had taken to standing up for his food choices recently. He put his hand up to stop her and picked his knife and fork up with the other.

Cyborg still wasn't paying attention as Beast Boy cut into the steak and brought a piece up to inspect it. He finally noticed Bumblebee staring with eyes as large as dinner plates at Beast Boy. He saw what was happening and his jaw dropped.

Beast Boy considered the steak for a second more before looking down the table to Cyborg. "You see, they don't need tofu in space." And he ate the steak. It was delicious. The only noise in the dining room was a carafe of water glowing black and then exploding. Raven blushed.

Cyborg blinked a few times and settled back in his chair, trying to work his mind around the unusual situation before him. Beast Boy leaned back in his chair, smiling at the metallic man. His voice was full of quiet confidence; he had finally won the war. "Boo-ya."

Sometime during the first week of spacecraft fabrication, a team of tailors had come in and taken extensive measurements of every titan. The result was a set of perfectly fitting, dark blue space suits with black gloves and boots, and helmets with a clear faceplate and gold foil visor. Each suit had a nametag on the chest and a patch bearing the Teen Titans logo on the left shoulder. The requisite American flag patch was on the right shoulder.

Two titans did not get one. Starfire didn't need one for the dual reason that they could not measure her while she was frozen and as a Tamaranian, she needed no protective gear to venture into space. Cyborg could have gotten one, but declined. Instead, he called upon Fixit to craft him a suit. The effect was striking; a few components to cover and protect his exposed human skin and a mask that complemented the robotic half of his face. He kept his oxygen tank in his leg.

These suits awaited the titans in the well appointed locker rooms at Jump City Naval Air Station. Soon, all eleven were suited up. Robin slipped out to supervise the transfer of Starfire from the ground to the ship. The other ten stepped out into the long hangar and watched the final preparations being made on their ship.

Titan One was designed with the same general lines as the T-sub, only larger and with longer, sleeker lines. The ship was two decks tall and the bow of the ship contained the command deck. The space below was devoted to the forward torpedo launcher and the environmental systems. The aft top deck held the living quarters and the lower deck contained the engine room and the cargo bay, which housed everything necessary to Starfire's continuing survival.

The ship rested on her support scaffolding on her belly. Attached to docking points around the four fusion engines were the eight, two stage solid rocket boosters necessary to get her into space. Once everything was onboard, the ship would be rolled out, righted, and launched.

Terra stood beside Beast Boy with her arm wrapped around his. Her blonde hair was in a tight ponytail and held in place against the back of her suit so as not to impede her helmet. She had a broad smile on her face. "Okay, since no one here is going to say it, I will. Man, that ship looks awesome!"

Cyborg smiled. "Yup, she's my other baby."

Everyone broke out into laughter and Aqualad started walking towards the ship. "Come on, let's see how she flies."

Normally, air traffic around Jump City was buzzing. Today it was nonexistent. All flights had been grounded as Titan One was hauled out of the hangar and slowly righted, nose pointed towards the sky. Inside, each of the titans was safely strapped into their seats and busy running final ground checks on their instruments.

Aqualad looked through the viewscreen that wrapped around the front of the command deck and steeled himself. "Bumblebee, raise the control tower."

Bumblebee pressed the requisite buttons. "Control tower reading."

Aqualad nodded, settling himself against the backrest of his chair. They were all held in place against the backs of their chairs by gravity now. The ship's gravity generators wouldn't be brought online until Cyborg restarted the fusion core when they reached orbit. For launch, they were running on auxiliary power. "Control, this is Titan One, requesting permission to launch."

A voice crackled through the command deck. "Permission granted, Titan One. Radar is clear for miles and miles. Godspeed." The link closed with a chime.

"Cyborg, begin the countdown."

With the main engine shut down for launch, Cyborg had a place on the bridge controlling the booster rockets. He pressed a button on his console. "Booster rocket ignition in two minutes."

On the ground, three figures stood watching the ship as the support scaffolding slowly moved away. The countdown had begun. The one in the black cape smiled. "Well, should we give them a proper send off?"

The one in the red cape nodded. "Yes, we need to get back up to the Watchtower anyway, we can tail them for that long."

The final one cast a bubble of green energy around him as the man in the black cape walked towards his craft. "I'm ready when you two are."

Cyborg kept the countdown audible from thirty. At that mark, everyone dropped the faceplates of their helmets and sealed them. Each one of their suits was computer controlled, containing a small LCD display on the right forearm and an internal voice to give any necessary alerts. In his headset, Robin could hear his suit. "Robin, suit voice activated. Suit computer, online." The suit ran it's diagnostic check and continued. "Robin, suit systems are at one hundred percent, suit seal one hundred percent, air supply one hundred percent."

When the countdown reached ten, the ship began to shudder violently. At around three seconds, they could hear an audible roar beneath them, shaking the ship around them. Cyborg's voice was shaking heavily as it came through the speakers in their helmets. "Five…four…three…two…one…booster rocket ignition…zero. Lift off!"

The shuddering grew palpably as they noticed the metallic frame of the support scaffolding drop away. Speedy watched the helm control in front of him as a certain number started growing. It was the altimeter. They were in the air and the ship was responding. Speedy called out to the others. "We have cleared the tower, initiating heads down roll."

Through the speakers in his helmet, Aqualad could hear the varying grunts and groans from the crew as the gravitational forces increased in the cabin during the roll maneuver. They wouldn't have inertial dampeners, either, until the main engine was online. To his left, Raven's defense systems screen flashed to life. She could only watch it and report. "Aqualad, I'm picking up three incoming objects on an intercept course."

"I thought we had clear airspace. What are they?"

Raven looked closer at the screen. "Unknown, they're just barely registering. Two are small, one is larger. They'll be on us in three…two…one." As her countdown ended, to their left was the trio of incoming bogeys. Beast Boy perked.

"Hey, that's Superman…and the Green Lantern."

Robin finished, smiling happily at the iconic black craft that flew alongside them. "And Batman."

Speedy spoke quickly. "All well and good, but we're going to be staging here in five seconds. Get ready for a little jolt."

Everyone braced in their chairs as the first stage of their booster rockets shut down, momentarily leaving the ship without thrust. They were in free fall, plastered into their seat harnesses with negative g-forces as they were pulled back to earth. The first stage jettisoned away before the second stage fired, throwing the titans back into their seats with the same force they had been thrown away from them.

Raven smirked and mumbled in her trademark monotone. "That was some little jolt."

They continued higher, the altimeter on Speedy's helm going from the tens of thousands to the hundreds of thousands of feet. At a certain point he called back to Aqualad. "We are single engine press to MECO."

Aqualad looked confused. "What does that mean?"

Speedy sighed. "Single engine press to main engine cut off. We could loose all the boosters but one right now and still make orbit."

Aqualad grunted under the gravitational pressure. "Good to know."

Cyborg spoke up again. "Booster shut off and separation in ten seconds." He gave a countdown and at zero the shaking stopped, leaving the teen titans in the perfect stillness of space. Eight soft shuddering pulses passed through the ship's hull as the booster engines separated and disturbed their peace.

Aqualad unstrapped himself from his chair and gently pushed off the ground. He floated towards the ceiling. It was like he was underwater and he swam gracefully in the space of the command deck. "Cyborg, bring the main engines online." He pushed off a wall and landed on the deck beside Raven, who wrapped her arms around him to keep him in place.

Cyborg unstrapped himself and pushed off, heading down towards the engine room behind the cargo bay. Within moments, his voice came through the ship's communication grid. "Bringing engines online, routing power to gravity generators, inertial dampeners." As he called out the other systems, the titans could feel the ship start to vibrate softly, the result of the engines. Aqualad felt himself grow heavier and heavier until he felt normal on his feet, indicating that earth normal gravity had been restored.

Aqualad stretched uncomfortably in his blue space suit. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to get out of this thing."

Raven stood up and followed behind him. "I know what you mean."

Bumblebee slumped in her seat. She looked a little green and her wings were drooping slightly. "What a ride."

Mas y Menos ran into the command center, jumping up and down and taking advantage of the English they had been learning to cry out for more. "Again! Again! Again!"