Tides of Change: Chapter Three

Little Firecrackers

I have reveiws! Four of them! YES!

Oh, RogueFan, I don't love the fact that you update on Fridays, I love the fact that you p date, period! Your stories are bright and vivid ang wholy depict you love of the shows. You cannot imagene how loud I screamed when I saw you where writing for the SWAT Kats, people thought there was something wrong with me!

Robin: They where right!

You! Back in the cage! Anyway, I greatly look forward to your intorduction for the Teen Titans to the Misfits/Dinosaurcer world. I'm sure you will do them great justice.

(P.S. If anyone out there want's to read some really good TT fiction, look up Remix17. They write beautiful stories, and they completely changed the way I look at Robin. She also has a great, 'What If?' story call 'The sixth Titan.' You can find 'em in my favorite authors list and in my favorite stories.)

I do not own Teen Titans. I do not own Kim Possible. I do not own X-men. I do not own the Phantom of the Opera, or any of the songs sung in this. I do not own Three Amigos. I do not own another series mentioned in this. I do not own my cat, my toothbrush, or my clothing. Did I miss anything? Oh, and just a note, the scene with the Titans is before Terra's awakening. Like a couple of hours before or something. Come and watch continuality bite the dust!

Bonnie buried her face in her Mom's shoulder. The first thing Mrs. Rockwhiler had done after Bonnie told her was to hug her. It was the best thing she could have done at the moment. Bonnie felt accepted then, a feeling she probably wouldn't know for the rest of her life.

"Bon-Bon, you know this doesn't change a thing." Mrs. Rockwhiler said, "I don't care if you're a mutant. Who knows?" She cracked a smile; "Maybe it'll help you keep your room clean."

Bonnie laughed half-heartedly. Although what she really wanted to do was cry like a flaming two year old.

"So do you want to tell your siblings?" Mrs. Rockwhiler asked, "I can explain it to them."

Bonnie shook her head.

"I just want it to be between you and me for right now." She said.

"Okay then. On to the next problem. Do you still want to go to public school? I can always home school you."

Bonnie gave her a horrified look.

Leave school? The mere thought was impossible. She couldn't quit school! Cheer squad needed her! Or at least most of them needed her. Kim didn't. Kim. Bonnie clenched her fists, that name alone could send her into inner turmoil. She hated that perky Red Head. Well, maybe hate was to strong a word. She did get on her nerves a lot. But Kim had put aside their differences to rescue her on more than one occasion. Besides, if she left school, he would win. And she couldn't let that happen.

No matter what.

"No." She said, "There's no way I can leave school."

Mrs. Rockwhiler looked at her.

"Alright." She said, "If you think it's okay. Anyway, suppers Pizza tonight, you want to set the table?"

Bonnie nodded and got up. One roadblock at least was out of the way, and she only had One million eight hundred thousand and nineteen to go.

Zita sighed happily as she sank into the bath water. Rose scented bubble bath had been added to the steaming water, making it smell like a garden.

Lately, hot baths where the only thing that could sooth the constant throbbing in her back. Her back...

She frowned, reaching over her shoulder to feel the series of ridges along her spine. And the two bigger bumps on her shoulder blades. And the one on her tailbone. And the two on her forehead.

To summarize, a bunch of uncomfortable bumps had risen all over her body practically over night.

Zita sighed, she'd tried to talk to her parents about them, but they where always busy. Her Dad was the owner/ manager of huge Electronics Store in Middleton, (which was starting to spread.) and her mother had a small but popular catering business.

In short? She was rich. Really rich. But she hated to brag about it. In fact, she pretty much hated for anyone to know. People treat you different when they find out you could buy Hawaii and still have enough left over to own seventeen mansions. Her parents had tried to get her to socialize with richer people, not because they really cared whom she made friends with, but because they figured she was going to be seeing a lot of them, and it would be good if she had some friends. They had stopped that after the little incident with the hamsters and lobsters. She had made one really good friend though, a cohort in the Hamster and Lobster scheme. They still talked almost every day, even though they went to different schools.

More than once, she'd been left alone at home. Usually she would invite one or two friends over, which was perfectly okay with her parents, and spend the day having fun. But lately she hadn't been up to much, she was tired.

In sleep he sang to me,

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name...

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The Phantom of the Opera is there-

Inside my mind.

She smiled as the haunting melody's drifted towards her from the Radio on the sink. She loved the Phantom of the Opera. She loved Musicals. For her Tenth birthday Her parents had taken her to see Cats! and she'd been hooked ever since.

She listened as the Phantom sang in answer to Christine.

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you

Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me,

To glance behind,

The Phantom of the Opera is there-

Inside you mind.

She hummed along, moving her hands back and forth like a conductor. Completely lost in her own world.

It was dark.

Small points of glittering light could be seen though the thick mist. Water splashed against the boat.

She chanced a glance over her shoulder. There he was, strangely illuminated in the gloom, his tuxedo and white mask glowing in the cavern.

Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear... I am the mask you wear.

The words, sung in a high voice, echoed off of unseen walls.

He looked at her, a lock of blond hair slipping out from beneath the mask as he gave he a goofy grin.

It's me they hear.

Slowly, with out even thinking, she leaned towards him. The Phantom did the same, the distance between them closed until finally-

Breeepidyepidyeep!

She was jolted back to reality when the phone rang.

She sighed, so close.

"Every time you get in the bath." She said, muttering curses in Spanish as she stood up and wrapped a bathrobe around her.

She hopped down the stairs, trailing water. She stopped and reached down to rub one of her feet, which had also been hurting a lot lately to.

Breeepidyepidyeep!

"I'm coming!" She called, jumping over Cerdo-Perro, her big shaggy mixed dog. Cerdy looked up dazedly, then returned to sleeping.

Breeepidyepidyeep!

Sombra de la Luna, her Mothers huge black and silver cat hissed a Zita slipped around corner in front of her food bowl.

"Shut up." Zita said.

Breeepidyepidyee-

Zita's hand slammed down on the receiver.

"Hello, Flores house, Zita speaking." She said.

"Hello Rose-Brote."

"Daddy!" Zita said happily, "Hi! How are you doing? How's your day? "

Her father chuckled, "Same as it ever was." He said, "The usual disasters."

"Rick and Tom start a PDA battle again?" She asked sympathetically. Rick and Tom where two crazy interns who seemed to breed disaster in large quantities. Both where tall and darked haired, Rick wore glasses and Tom usually had a shirt with a picture of Elvis on it.

"I wish." Mr. Flores groaned, "They where flinging Ice cream at the TVs and screaming, 'Death to the Powerpuffs'!"

"Ooh." Zita winced, "So of course you sold a lot of merchandise today."

"Ton's." She could practically hear him smiling, "To celebrate, I'm coming home early. I'll pick up some Subs on the way, you want to see a movie?"

"Can you rent Three Amigos again?" She asked.

"Sure thing. I'm on my way out as we speak. HEY! NO! MIKEAL, SPEREATE THOSE TWO NUTS BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE! FRANK, DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT! MISS LEWEIS I'M AFRAID I'LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE. YES IT'S BECAUSE OF THE GERBILS! Sorry honey looks like I'll be a little late."

Zita winced as she heard something break.

"I don't blame you." She said, "See you soon?"

"If these nuts don't kill me first." He said, "Bye Rose-Brote."

"Bye daddy."

She hung up the phone and looked around. The house was a wreck.

"Well guys, " she said to the Animals, "Looks like we've got our work cut out for us."

Sombra hissed and Cerdo farted.

"It's gonna be a long night." She said.

"It's gonna be a long night."

Mikael sighed as he held his co-workers at arms length form each other. They weren't touching the ground.

"TAKE IT BACK YOU YOUMA!" Tom snarled, attempting to punch Rick. He spun gently as Mikael held them three feet from the floor.

"Alright you Idiots." Mr. Flores stormed over to them, his tan arms swinging like wrecking balls, "What is it this time?"

"HE INSULTED SAILOR JUPITER!" Tom screamed.

"ONLY BECAUSE YOU CALLED MERCUREY A GEEK!" Rick shouted back.

"DIE!" Tom attempted to lunge at him.

"DEATH FIRST!" Rick screamed back.

"You want me to bang them together?" Mikael asked, "Please let me bang them together! They've been fighting for hours!"

"No, Mikael." Mr. Flores glared at the two, who where trying to slap each other, "Now listen up! If I have one more fight like this, I'll move you both to shipping!"

They stared at him.

Mr. Flores sighed, "That means no more TV on the job."

"We'll be good." They said. Immedently dropping the death grips they had on one another.

Mikael dropped them, getting some petty enjoyment when their backsides hit the ground. Mikael was big, really big. He could've put Andre the Giant to shame.

"Anything else you want me to do sir?" He looked down at Mr. Flores. Mr. Flores was by no means a short man. Or a scrawny one. But he barely came up to Michael's elbow and was only half as wide as him.

"No thank you Mikael. Just lock up around ten." He grabbed his keys from the counter, "See you tomorrow!"

Mikael waved him off. Behind him there was a grunt. In attempt to prove that they were capable of being in the same room with out trying to incinerate the others essence, Rick was putting some merchandise on display.

"Hey Mike, can ya help me with this?" Rick asked.

Mikael helped him move a large Plasma Screen Television to a stand.

"And in the news, the Sailor Scouts successfully destroyed yet another monster that was tearing up Japan today."

On the screen Sailor Jupiter had just sent an energy attack at a large tree like monster.

Mikael frowned; there was something familiar about her...

"Who are these mysterious Warriors? Reverend Blitz offers his opinion."

"Thank you Dave. It is obvious to any god fearing human that these girls are nothing but Mutant scum in fancy

Outfits. Further more-"

"Change it Rick." Tom said, "No one wants to hear the old man ramble."

"I don't know." Rick drawled as he switched it to Cartoon Network, "He might be on to something."

Tom looked shocked.

"You offend the honor of Sailor Jupiter! Prepare to die!" He lunged at Rick, and soon the two where brawling again.

"I repeat; it's going to be a long night." Mikael sighed and went to separate them.

"An' anonder t'ing, what's de whole hatch t'ing about? Remy mean, it broke de Trebuchet inta pieces! Little tiny pieces! An' den wid de glowin an' de hurt'in an jus what is it anyways?"

"A portal from purgatory to hell." Dead Girl mumbled sleepily. As a general rule, Zombies don't sleep, but at the moment Dead Girl was willing to make an exception. Remy had been going on about 'Lost' for half an hour now, twenty nine minutes too long in Dead Girls opinion. Remy was just getting into the groove now to, so many more hours of wishing she had hid in the toilet was promise. Warren had fallen asleep hours ago, his wings making a privative tent to drown out the singing.

"I'm Henry ze eighth I am! Henry ze eighth I am I am! I got married to ze viddow next door! She's been married seven timez before! Und every von vas a Henry! She vouldn't 'ave a Villy or a Sam! I her eighth old man I'm Henry, Henry ze eighth I am!"

"Second hundredth verse, same as the first!"

The singing stopped. Kurt looked at Jesse. Jesse looked at Kurt. Kurt looked at the Llama that was, in his opinion, mange ridden, and back at Jesse.

"Dude, did you just make your Llama sing?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows.

"My voice was getting tired." Jesse said. "Yeah give him a break!" The Llama's head tilted to the side, as if appraising Kurt.

Kurt skidded away from the ancient toy. "Heal! Heal! Bad Llama!"

Jean sighed. Two and a half hours she had been in this jet, it felt like longer. She couldn't even talk to Scott, who had pulled out his 'Secret Weapon' earlier, a CD player with a Reliant K inside. He'd been humming 'Sadie Hawkins Dance' off-kay ever since. She leaned back in the seat, staring at the celling. When She stopped counting the cotton balls on the the upholstered celling, there had been roughly One million eight hundred thousand twenty two.

"Den dere's Jack, does He love Kate or not? REMY DEMANDS AN' ANSWER!"

The off key humming stopped. Scott sighed and look at the controls, absently tapping the gas gage. He groaned and let his head flop down onto his chest.

"Okay you Monkeys, we're gonna have to stop for gas."

Kurt perked up. "Yeah! Truck stop toilet sandwiches!" He said, flicking on the image inducer. Nightcrawler blurred out of vision as Kurt Wagner, minus the midnight colored fur, tail and yellow cats eyes, stood crouched on the seat.

"No! Not after last time!" Warren snapped awake, the word 'sandwiches' reviving a distant memory that was referred to as the 'Egg salad incident.'. Since it is forbidden to talk about it seven states, the events will not be disclosed here. Ever.

"Finally, a rest stop!"

Everyone froze. Jean stopped counting the celling fluffies, Scott stopped trying to think of ways he could legally hogtie his team mates, Remy stopped boring Dead Girl to, well, death, and Jesse stopped singing the lumber jack song.

"Okay, who said that? Raise your hand! " Jean said, sitting up and looking back at the team. No one's hand was in the air. Scowling, Jean quickly scanned the jet for unfamiliar mental signatures. She stopped when she found it.

"Jamie, get out of the luggage rack." she sighed.

The fourteen-year old mutant dropped sheepishly to the floor, creating more sheepish fourteen year olds.

"Heh heh, hi guys!" he said.

"Jamie, you are in such deep trouble." Scott growled.

"They'll never find the pieces Mr. Ma." Jesse said seriously to his Llama. He manipulated the head to nod. "Sayonara kid!"

There's a chill in the air
You hear a creak on the stairs
You've got a knock on your door
Is there anybody out?

Jynx hummed in time with the song on the Stereo as she stepped out of the shower.


They're out to get you
To capture you
And make you
Spellbound
Howling and frowling
You're shivering, quivering
Spellbound

You cannot run,
and you cannot hide
Yeah you gotta face it baby
Things go bump in the night

How true. She thought as she wrung the water out of her hair. I've seen enough of the things to know.

She loved this song. It reminded her of her Mother and Father, before she was kidnapped.

Wherever you run,
and where ever you hide
Yeah you gotta face it baby
Things go bump, bump, bump in the night
Tell me who's spooking who
It's very Scooby Doo

Her Mom had been a traveler, she'd wondered though some of the toughest places with out breaking a sweat. She loved sleeping under the stars and roaming though mountains, and it was on one such adventure that she had met her Dad. Her Father was a guardian in training for a secret temple in Eastern India, he'd been sent out as part of some test. He was supposed to find some talisman or another, which he had, but he also brought back a wife.

You hear a shriek in the house
You know its freaking me out

Her parents where married by a priest, and she was a result. She was thought to be a normal child. Except for her pink hair and cat's eyes, traits she'd inherited from her mother and Fathers Mother. Until her sixth birthday when she'd caused an invading demon army to suddenly disintegrate, explode or go mad. After that she'd been in training at the temple, studying to be the next Champion. Some way or another Slade had gotten wind of her powers and kidnapped her. She had been in training four years by then.

They're out to get you
To capture you
And make you

Not wishing to raise her himself, Slade had deposited her at H.I.V.E. Academy. There she had been paired up with Mikron O-Jeneus, who'd kill you if you called him anything other than Gizmo, and Baran Flinders, called Mammoth because of his huge size. Jynx had found comfort training with her teammates, and quickly the three had risen to the top of the class.

Spellbound
Howling and frowling
You're shivering, quivering
Spellbound

Which had led to her 'adoptive father' Slade selecting her and her team mates to take down the Teen Titans. An elite group of teenage super heroes that battled whatever crime came their way.

You can not run,
And you can not hide

They consisted of Raven, a Telepath/Telekinetic/gods knew what. (And yes, Jynx reflected, they probably did know.) Beast Boy, a green skinned changeling that could even become a Dinosaur. Strangely, he always kept his green tint. Robin, the leader, a martial arts expert that was rumored to have trained with Batman himself. Starfire, a flying red head alien who could hurl Emerald blasts of energy out of her hands, and now her eyes as well. It's been said that Robin and Her had a serious thing for each other. Cyborg, a, well, Cyborg with a sonic arm and incredible sensors, and now he had a Holo-disguise as well. He had used it to fool H.I.V.E. Into letting him join so he could soak up information, and in the process had broken Jynx's heart.

Yeah you gotta face it baby
Things go bump in the night

She shook her head. Emotions where for weak fools, she was nether.


Where ever you run,
And where ever you hide
Things go bump, bump, bump in the night

There had, until recently, been a sixth member of the team.

Terra.

She had assumed the role of Slade's apprentice, a title Robin had only managed to escape by inflicting a virus upon himself.

She had welcomed it willingly, thinking the only person in the world she trusted, Beast Boy, had betrayed her. She trusted him with a secret that he had promised not to tell. When Robin brought it up, just as he was handing Her communicator to welcome her to the team, she'd run. She'd run right into the arms of Slade. Slade had trained her, taught her to control her powers, to use them powers for his bidding. It was a mistake she paid for with her life.

Slade sent her back to the Titans to gather information, which she did. She came to regret her decision as the weeks past, and probably would have joined them for good if Slade hadn't attacked that one, fateful night. While she and Beast Boy where at a carnival together, Slade sent a score of robots to destroy the Titans. As luck would have it, Terra had left her communicator at the Tower and Beast Boy had left his at a dinner they had went to. Slade had caught up to them on a Ferris wheel just as Terra was about to tell Beast Boy what she'd been doing those past few months.

Beast Boy had leapt at him, allowing Terra to get out of the cart. Beast Boy had fought him for some time, and gave Slade quite a run for his money, when Terra yelled at him to escape. She had then brought the whole Wheel crashing down on top of Slade. Knowing that wouldn't have stopped him, the two ran to a house of mirrors for cover. The truth was dragged out then, the whole agonizing tail. Terra tried to explain, but Beast Boy didn't believe her. When Slade said that she was his new apprentice, Beast boy had flipped out. Just moments before when he'd told her he'd always be her friend, no matter what she did, he turned his back on her.

She went with Slade. A few days later she returned in a new out fit. She had sworn to serve a dark master. She obeyed his every command and committed crimes in his name. She had betrayed and attacked everyone who was once her friend. One by one, she took the Titans down. And with no one left to stop her she brought the city to its knees. Her name was Terra, she done horrible things...

...And she had no regrets.

Somehow, in her despair, Beast Boy managed to get though to her. She'd turned on Slade, releasing her full elemental fury on him. She'd beat him back; hurt him like he'd hurt her. She was going to redeem herself no mater what. In her fury, she activated a volcano; one that would destroy the city and the people how lived there, one that no one could stop.

Except for her.

She'd said good-bye to them, hugging Beast Boy one last time.

"Your the best friend I ever had." she whispered.

Then she'd gone up and sacrificed her self to save the city she'd been trying to destroy.

The Titans had honored her in the only way they could. They raised her statue up on a stand, trying to repay her. One by one they had paid their dues, leaving their respects at her feet.

"We'll be searching for a way to reverse the effect." Raven said.

"We'll bring her back." Robin had vowed.

"Someday." Cyborg agreed.

Beast Boy had lain down a plaque on the base.

Terra:

A Teen Titan.

A True Friend.

You can not run,
And you can not hide

Jynx snapped out of her daydreaming. She had a tendency to do that, every now and then she would slip off and

Imagine things in startling clarity. It was almost like she could enter another's body, to feel what they were feeling or felt... it was beyond weird. Her teachers said it was probably part of her powers and that she should learn to focus them. Focus them...

Yeah you gotta face it baby
Things go bump in the night

All right. She thought, sitting cross-legged on her bed in her favorite bat pajamas. I'll practice focusing right now. A malicious smile spread across her face. Let's see what Cyborgs doing shall we?

Things go bump in the night….

She closed her eyes and slipped away.

Bump in the night…

To be Continued…

Chapter four! Okay, I admit it, I CANNOT write romantic fantasies. Just in case the pwople who wrote the song are reading, I do not own Bump in the night.

Oh, another note, I know that in the Series of Teen Titans, Jynx's name is spelled with and 'I', but in order to obvious confusion I'm spelling it with a 'Y', so when she meets the G.I. Joes Jinx, the only confusion will be for the characters, and not the wonderful people who encourage me to write these. Many thanks!

Jynx: Yeah. Thanks a lot!

Shush!