-note- well I have to say that I'm disappointed in myself for not working on this story harder. I wish that I had finished it earlier but I just did not have the time nor brainpower. So I'll just work on getting back on task LATER. :-p

-dedication- Yay! Well guess what – My story is in the triple digits now, thanks to all that hard work that you all put in to giving me reviews :-p. SO, now that I am nice and happy (btw this is the first time I've ever gotten above 100) I dedicate this chapter to Pickles12, my 100th reviewer! Thank you lotses! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Fourteen
The café was always quiet. Goths and Artsy people bought their coffees, sipped them and listened to the poetry or the sultry sounds coming from a live band or the jukebox while only speaking quietly amoung themselves.
But always doesn't count Wednesday nights.
On her normal stool at her normal table drinking her normal water sitting in front of her normal laptop was the very normal essence of abnormality.
Winter was hyperventilating. Across from her sat another girl, one with long red hair (although natural unlike Winter's) was trying to get information out of her. Namely the basis of her hyperventilation.
"So. Let's start from the top. You had a dream, and…?" Rayne was trying to walk her through the steps into telling her what was going on.
Winter reached her hands up to her hair and pulled on it desperately.
"It was ho-o-o-orible," she whined, "And it was like that one time that I dreamt Duo and Heero kissed. Argh. Grr."
Rayne made an exasperated face and tried again.
"Okay, this is the last time. What happened that's bumming you out so bad!"
The teen with short red and blonde hair took deep breaths. "You won't like it."
"Did I ever imply that I would?"
Winter was quiet and chugged half of her bottle of water. "Mmm… Okay. Here it is..."
She stopped talking for a second then just blurted it out. "BEAST BOY AND TERRA KISSED IN MY DREAM!"
They both began to screech and freak out royally.
No, Wednesdays are never quiet at the café.

"After that, what then did he say?" Kori looked at Betty with wide eyes, asking the question excitedly.

The outdoor scene was one of a stereotypical city during the nighttime. Lights streams out from cafes, restaurants, and shops – both from windows and fluorescent signs – pouring over the people and streetcars where it wound down into a dull glow; a surreal effect floating above their heads.

The area was filled with mostly teenagers – students taking an evening off their schoolwork or trying to fit one last date with their boyfriend or girlfriend into their weekend before their busy schedules of classes began again – and this was because of the large amount of schools in the area; this was one of the very few hangouts that they could enjoy.

The redhead and the darker skinned girl did not stand out much from the many groups and cliques littering the sidewalks and streets. It was only the two of them; less than most of the other groups, but there were a few others that small; they didn't draw much attention to themselves that way. It was Kori's loud precise English that really drew attention.

"Well," Betty replied, equally ecstatic as she told Kori almost the whole of a movie she had seen, "The guy leaned in and –"

Her sentence was cut off by a scream of "THAT'S MY PURSE!" Betty and Kori turned around to see, in progress, a man and a woman both tugging on the strap of a black leather handbag – both trying to gain possession of it.

Looking down, they both realized that, over their shoulders, they too were carrying purses. In tendon they looked up and exchanged nervous glances. Then they looked back at the man and the woman fighting, then back at each other, then the crime scene, then each other, the fight, each other, the fight each other, the –

"AHHHHH!" The two teenaged girls screamed at the same time, running down the street, holding their pocketbooks to their chests as if they were precious babies.

They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, which, being as athletic as they both were was pretty fast. How far they ran, though, was slightly less impressive. After running a block and a half and yelling their lungs out they hid behind the side of a building in an alleyway, peering around the side of it to see if they and their purses were safe from any stray muggers.

"Phew," Kori sighed, relieved that they have gotten away, even though they had not even been targeted in the first place, "That was terrifying."

Betty, on the other hand, had a goofy kind of smile on her face. "That was awesome!" she exclaimed before gleefully adding, "It isn't over yet."

She was still looking around the corner of the building. In the dim, hovering lights she could see the very reason that they had been running. The man who had been fighting with the woman over the purse was running in the direction of the alley they were in, carrying the purse under his arm as he nervously watched his back to make sure that he was not being followed for his crime.

Kori saw this as well, and wondered in a suspecting way why her friend was so excited about it. Her eyes narrowed at Betty as she voiced this.

"Betty, why does this situation amuse you?"

A grin was the black girl's response - a grin and a signal in front of her smiling lips to tell her to be quiet. Kori backed further into the dark, empty, narrow street and watched in nervousness while Betty acted.

And how she acted was not as the redhead expected.

Betty peeked around the edge of the alley and watched. After a moment, though, she slowly pushed her foot out onto the sidewalk flatly, and immediately the man ran toward it, tripping very ungracefully. He fell flat on his front, and, before Kori realized what Betty had done, the African American girl had grabbed her by the arm and taken her, moving quickly, in the direction opposite from the one the man had been running.

Betty was laughing manically as she dragged her foreign friend down the street, and they flew at an insane pace through the crowds of teens and other people. Kori looked back at the thief who the had tripped before the two of them had gone too far and felt sorry for him; he was not quite sanding up yet and inspecting his scraped hands and arms which had been injured in the fall, but Betty did not give her much time to think about it. Before long they were two blocks away and in a different part of the city/town and that was when they slowed to a walk, much more certain that they were not going to get chased by the man for their purses or revenge anymore.

Though, when looking at Betty, she did not seem all too concerned about that anyway. It took her a few minutes to stop her sainless laughter, and when she did there was an annoyed Kori looking at her with all of her height stretched to her fullest, hands on her hips with her eyes, once again, narrowed at the other girl.

"Why did you hurt him?" Kori demanded righteously, "Now he will be bitter and attempt thievery with other women's handbags along with a more evil heart and hatred towards you. It was very unwise!"

Rolling her eyes, Betty mentally brushed away the advice.

"Yeah, sure," She said, reaching up to pat Kori's shoulder, "He doesn't know who I am. He probably just thinks that he tripped over a stray stick."

"Then how would he think to explain the manical laughter?" Kori supplied, still mad and trying to prove that what Betty had done was foolish.

Betty scratched her head while she tried to think up a good answer to this one, and it came to her fairly quickly. "He'll think we're drunk!"

Kori gave her a dead look, one that said, 'you have got to be kidding me.' She pointed out, blandly,

"But we were not drinking any intoxicating, alcoholic beverages at that time."

Shrugging, Betty began to walk in the direction of the school. She had solely decided that it was time to return to the high school campus.

"Don't look at me," she said, not turning back; expecting Kori to realize that it was time to go without her having to point it out, "He's the one coming to lame-ass conclusions, not me."

They snuck past the front gates as they had expected they'd have to – it was after curfew and detention would be a sure thing if they were caught. The security guards were lazy, though, and they had no problem getting past them.

Giggles could be heard from them by the time they got to the dorm room; doing something sneaky is always (or at least in this case) fun. There was never anyone watching the rooms, and no hidden security cameras were around to make sure that the teenagers at the school were in their own rooms the whole time. So people are often in and out of each other's rooms all night long. Seeing Kori and Betty walking around did not make anybody turn heads – they weren't the only ones.

Except for the giggling part. That made people raise their eyebrows and wonder what they'd been doing in the city.

"Well I'm bummed out – I'm gonna go to bed right now," Betty said to Kori as she put the key into the whole of their dorm room door.

The door was open, and Kori looked quizzically at her friend. "You do not wish to spend long periods of time communicating with other friends on the net of inter tonight?" (for those who don't get it… internet. That was a really bad one.)

Betty rolled her eyes. "Nope. My bed is telling me that I must sleep on it. Now."

With a shrug, Kori agreed with her friend and they both went to bed. Drifting away into the land of dreams. It's funny how they can go, one moment, from being giddy and giggling out in the hall to an extent that people wonder about their state of drunkenness, to completely silent and asleep the next.

Kori was flying. The city below her looked like one in a dollhouse; small, insignificant, and fake. Something inside her, though, told her that it was her duty to save it.

It all looked peaceful, though, and, as she hovered above it, she couldn't imagine what needed saving.

While she thought about this and stayed on the lookout, a beeping sound could be heard from her belt. It played some kind of theme song, and, when she looked down, she saw that it was her Titans communicator. The theme song she heard meant that someone was trying to call her.

Picking up the yellow circular phone, she flipped it open and said, "Yes?"

On the screen appeared another face, after a little bit of static, one that she knew very well.

"Dick!" she exclaimed happily, "What is going on?"

The face of her friend, which was already frowning, became even more serious. He wasn't wearing his tinted glasses like he normally did; instead a black and white mask covered his eyes. Kori did not pay attention to this, though.

"We need your help!" he explained. After that he said something else, but Kori was beyond listening. She saw what was going on and knew she could help.

Flying down to the center of the city – the area that she somehow knew Dick would be in – she began to see what was wrong.

There was a man, with ten arms, walking down the street on four very large legs, and any man, woman, or child with a purse or bag would not be spared. He stole each one of their carrying items and poured them down the mass abyss of his throat where he would probably regurgitate and retrieve them later to steal the valuables.

Down on the street, standing in battle stances by the monster were five other people – all of them were her friends and all of them were not wearing clothes that they would normally wear. Instead of Garfield's loose jeans and T-shirt, for example, he was wearing a spandex outfit that was black and pink. Also amoung her friends were Dick, Victor, Betty, and Raven, and, like Garfield, tight clothing (and capes) seemed to be a trend.

When Dick saw Kori descending upon them, he nodded and yelled, "Titans! Go!" And they all ran to attack the thieving beast.

Immediately Gar changed into a bird and flew up to Kori. She didn't think about it at the time, but afterward realized that it should have been weird, having him change his DNA around into something other than human. For the moment, though, the two of them flew around the head of the monster, which looked strangely like the man she had seen steal the woman's purse earlier, and, while she shot star-bolts at him, the green bird changed into an insect which went down the thing's throat with a purse it had been throwing in.

Dick began jump on black platforms created by Raven's brain energy, using them to get up to the face of the beast. He had seen Beast Boy get in, so he would do his best not to hurt it too badly, but until then he would keep it distracted with his various martial arts moves.

Betty and Victor were doing their best protecting the citizens from the passing arms which attempted to take away their possessions. They herded people who were too stupid or too frightened to run away from the danger themselves into small nooks and alleys where they could hide until the trouble was over.

"Come on," Victor said to a young couple as he attempted to move them along, "He won't hurt you if you get out'a here!"

The girl didn't want to go, though. "But he has my pock'a'book!" she whined.

"We'll get it back to you but we can't beat him with everybody running around!"

This was how a lot of the people responded to the two African Americans telling them to go hide. They wanted to play superhero too and didn't want to be the person who left their stuff behind to be saved by a bunch of teenagers – most of which who were younger than them.

While the two of them were pushing away a young girl and her mom, both of which who had bags and stuff all around them, an arm tried to attack the civilians.

"Oh no you don't," Betty warned, zapping the hairy limb with a B shaped buzzer. This only made the bad guy mad, and he, in turn, grabbed the black girl around her waist in his large hand, not letting go even when she attacked him.

"Betty!" Victor called to her, trying to still move the girl and her mother away safely. It was this call that caused Kori to turn her head, just in time to see the monster trying to stuff the girl into his mouth where he had put all the other purses.

Dick fought the arm, though, and Kori began to shoot star-bolts at it. The arm did not take much time to become tired. It soon had dropped Betty in annoyance to all of the attacks that had come on it and was now trying to dodge all of the black energy encased barrels, dumpsters, and other large heavy objects while Dick went to go see if Betty was going to be all right.

She had fallen quite a ways from the dude's hand.

Kori was helping Raven in the continuous assault against the monster, but when she glanced toward Dick to see if he needed any more help with Betty, she saw something.

A purse.

And apparently the monster had seen it as well because, well, at that moment, he thrust one of his arms at the boy wonder and had him in its grip before anyone could stop it. And it took a lot less time for his arm to reach his mouth than it had with Betty. Dick was down the horrible tunnel before Kori could even bring up a star-bolt.

Garfield had gone into the beast's throat first to save the day; probably to transform into a large animal and destroy it from the inside, but Dick was inside it now, and Kori was falling, falling, fall…

Sitting up on her bed, Kori had a confused look on her face. It took her a moment to adjust to where she was – in her dorm room with Betty, who was fast asleep, and not in a city in trouble.

She was terrified.

Feeling that the dream had been too real was too much for the redhead, so she quietly got out from under her covers and, sneaking past Betty who she didn't want to wake up, and opened the door silently, wanting to go out into the hall.

There are always people out in the hall at night, the most social time, but it must have been later than Kori had guessed because it was desolate. No one wandered from room to room, no one was walking back to their dorm wrapped in a towel, coming back from a late shower.

Once again, that poor girl was freaked out.

Kori scurried down the hall, nervously trying to hurry to her destination. She would have to go outside to get there and the idea of that sent shivers crawling up her spine.

As she passed a bathroom, another girl poked her head out and, after seeing who it was, began to quietly follow her.

She snuck outside, warming her arms with her hands in the darkness. Behind her snuck the other girl, dramatically going on tiptoe. She held her fingers as if she were holding a gun like James Bond or a Charlie's Angel. She rolled on the ground a couple times, and hid behind trees, trying not to giggle at her own antics.

Yes, it was a tad nippy noodles outdoors, and, based on how dark it was, the sun would probably be rising in a few hours. Kori dashed, as soon as she could tell that there were no security guards, towards the other building as quickly as she had earlier that night, not noticing that she had anyone on her tail.

In the door, up the stairs, down the hall, all as quietly and as quickly as she could go, Kori reached her destination and stood in front of the door – the door which led to Victor's, and of course Rich Grayson's, dorm room.

The teen who was following her nodded in understanding.

Kori knocked feebly on the door, not making nearly enough noise to bring someone to a door even when they're awake, but when they are asleep and probably deep in their dreams it is pretty much impossible to know that someone wants you to come to the door with such a quiet rap.

When the boy she had been trying to find did not come to the door, she did not even try again. Instead she sat down next to the door, pulled her knees up to her chest, and fell asleep like that, a depressing image of sadness.

The girl who had been following her, even though she knew that Kori had not knocked on the door loud enough, felt that she should make that alternate universe boy wonder come and take care of his almost girlfriend. (They WILL go out, she added to herself in her head.)

She had stood up and was about to take a giant step towards the door and where Kori was sleeping – her plan was to pick the lock and wake Dick up; dragging him out of bed etcetera – when she heard a voice behind her.

It was a, well, male voice.

"Rayne, what are you doing here?"

The redhead, because it was she who was following Kori, turned around with a sweatdrop worthy, 'I'm really innocent, you know," kind of grin on her face to see, standing in a yellow bathrobe, fuzzy black slippers and a towel thrown over his shoulder, the very man of the day –

"Dick," she said, sounding as casual as she possibly could. Then she remembered why she was here and changed her tone to her best 'you're so in for it' voice.

"Kori came over here looking for you and you didn't come at the very sound of her voice. Okay, so she wasn't talking but you are supposed to psychically know when she comes to your door and taps on it. So instead of coming and making her feel better you were relaxing yourself in the shower! Come on! Get with the program!"

Rayne was on a roll now, and was beginning to simply rant to the boy, whose eyes behind his glasses were confused.

"And can't you just get subtle hints? Some people should be with other people and every time there's something little that's supposed to tell you what you're supposed to be doing you aren't supposed to ignore it but you do and you'd think with someone who's as smart as you are – by the way you're REALLY intelligent – should be able to figure out what Aphrodite is trying to tell you!"

"Um," Dick feebly protested, trying to intervene with his finger up in the air.

"And you aren't fighting! Speedy wants to be exactly like you, which should be self explanatory, and you just let him! I'd think that someone, being as trained as you are, would see how much he threatens what you almost have, well, even though she'd never EVER go for him…"

Rayne quieted off, "hmph"ing at the end in a closing way. Dick, on the other hand, besides his finger raising into the air, had not moved and still stood, a bit confused.

"My friend Rayne," a groggy sounding voice from behind the redhead said, growing more happy and light by the second, "What is it that brings you here?"

The shorter redhead, who was between Dick and Kori, looked from one to the other. When she looked at Dick, she realized, it was very tempting to laugh at his attire. On the other hand, Kori would probably want to understand what was so funny and then she'd have to explain. Which reminded her that she had just explained to Dick, well, kind of explained why she was there.

Exasperation came over her facial features, and, slumping her shoulders, Rayne walked over to Dick's room and tried the handle. It was unlocked, so she went inside and closed the door quite carelessly, creating a large booming sound in the hall.

"Why is Rayne, friend Dick, so, why is she so…" She couldn't think of a word to describe how her friend was acting.

The black haired boy, whose hair had managed to stay spiked even though he had just showered, shrugged to say that he did not know.

"Well Kori," he said, not quite getting anything that had happened so far to him and still confused himself,"There are some things that we just aren't meant to understand."

REVIEWS, REVIEWS. LOVERLY THINGS THAT DON'T WEAR ANY SHOES…. And I give kudos to those wonderful people who keep me happy with their reviews…

Pickles12: True, my questions do not have a point, nor do they have a relevance to the story. Or at least not usually. But then, when you think about it, my story doesn't have much relevance period. Wow. I feel really redundant and repetitive… Anyways, I don't always get a chance to write out questions but I'm glad that you like them etcetera. :gasp: You don't like bbrae? Just please don't say you're a bbterra fan… :looks at story by pickles12 she is reading: nooooo! Anything but that! Lol. Okay, so it doesn't bug me THAT much. I'm fine with other couplings… SO I am going to find something random to say like… Sharpie Markers. Or crochet hooks. Hm. Now that I have THAT out of my system… Thanks for reading the story and I hope that you liked the update! Oh yeah – I forgot about this part. The whole Roy Harper thing? Yeah, I know his name, I'm just stupid and when I wrote the first chapter with him in it I couldn't remember it. Lol. Then when I wrote the truth or dare chapters I wanted to keep up my precedent of not using his name so… Yeah I guess that's the story. :-d

Golden-Sama:crickets chirp: … Don't even say it. I know you're going to. :-p. In case you're confused, which I am terribly sure that you are, unfortunately, I shall explain. I HIT 100 REVIEWS! Hehehe. :does a happy dance: Okilydokies. I actually updated. It wasn't as early as I wanted it to be, (:coughcough: meaning not early at all) but I did it and I'm not too ashamed of this chapter. There are some chapters that I really just write that suck big time, no joke, but this one turned out okay. I've been in a ditch with this story recently so I was happy that I came out, even if only for a moment. :-d Kinky Kangaroos - I read your new chapter even though I haven't reviewed it yet and I lurved it. Lurv is a wicked cool word. I think I'm going to repeat that when I finally do review it, though. Sorry I didn't update when I was going to, but my mind is lazy and apathetic and I ended up just not finishing it early. But for once I didn't write it ALL the day it was due… heh, heh, heh. And I didn't update at seven or eight at night! That's always a plus. :-d

TTHPfan: Yep. My friends Hillary and Katie and I went to my other friend Caitlyn's confirmation at her Catholic church (she's the only one of us who's Catholic... wait. Hill might be. I dunno anymore. :-p) and, since there were these really weird kids at our school beforehand selling balloons (don't ask me why. They were just normal, colourful balloons. Weird, huh?) all of us bought one and we brought them with us to the ceremony. When Caitlyn went up we were giggling and holding the balloons up etcetera... Yep; friends in church are probably a not so good idea unless they're pretty serious. But then, of course, who of my friends are ever serious? Yep again. (Wow I said yep a lot...) BB did cry. Or at least that is what I hear. There weren't too many people bitching about it on the forum I go to though, so i don't thihk it was a big deal. Or at least I hope it wasn't... If you want more information about 'the end' go to the 'robinandstarfireshrine dot com' and go to the 'episode discussion' topic I think it is. It's a pretty good site (although they have some jerky mods... but so does titansgo dot net.) and I would tell you all about it but, you know, I've ranted about it to my friends for too long and don't have enough time or space.

Tidus'luvr: robby, robby, starry, starry…. Hehe. Sorry you didn't get to be in this chappy but, hey, I guess that's just how it worked out, you know? You'll be in the next one so it'll all be cool. I'm in a hurry so I'm not going to chat, but I'll talk to you later. Even though you weren't in it I hope you likedededed it!

Rose: I completely understand about that. Tests suck, end of story. I hope that you get good grades when you get those scores - I'm waiting for mine too (My report card hasn't come yet and the only score I got was the ELA one.) :-d How's your summer going? I've been really busy but I hope you've been having fun. Thanks for reviewing!

scathac's warrior: Heh. Yeah, they were at the church because Winter dragged them. Or at least most of them were. Oh it was something like that. Obviously I don't even know. It's just my story. It's not like I know anything about it… haha… I am kind of hyper so I'm really sorry if what I'm typing at the moment doesn't make much sense… Anyways. I'm not sure if I spelled your ffn identity right – I'm doing all these from memory because I want to have them done when I'm ready to update. I don't even know if THAT makes sense. Wow. I'm just going to stop talking. :-p Thanks for reviewing!

Whispers of a Fallen Angel: Hi! Thanks for reviewing my story and I hope that you weren't too disappointed! I really, really like your FFN identity, it's really pretty. :-d

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QUESTIONS! (answer them in your LOVELY reviews. Hint, hint – review! Hehe)

1. Truth or Dare?
2. There was a man. He got drunk so the bartender wouldn't let him drive home. They called him a cab but before it got there he left. Being as intoxicated as he was, he walked in the middle of the road. He was wearing all black clothes and none of the streetlamps were lit. A car without its headlights on was driving down the road at a fairly alarming speed, but it still slowed down and went around the man. How did the driver see him?
3. What is your favourite episode?
4. Um… Do you like show tunes? (I couldn't think of another question… I wanted 5 though. Lol)
5. I heard somewhere (obviously it isn't PROVEN yet. I'm just using it for the sake of this question!) that there will be a kiss in the Teen Titans movie when it comes out. What would you do if you went to see it at the movie theatre and it turned out that the kiss was between Beast Boy and Terra… what would you do?

-note- okay. So here's the plan for the summer for me:

11+ practices for the music man
N (unknown number) dress rehearsals for the music man
13 performances of the music man (bloody thirteen! Teehee. Can't wait)
8 chapters of IASWTP (every Thursday!... Hehehe)
18 books to read (so far… but that isn't too much)
¼+ of the first part in the 'nunia' series must be written
60+ times to swim in my pool (yay! I'm finally getting one!)

Sneaky Peaky: "Intermission"
I have pretty much no clue what is happening in the next installment of this story – I'm not writing it. I have asked my two good friends (known very well as Vesta and Rayne) to write one up for me so that they have a little fun as well, and I hope that it turns out to be enjoyable. So. You guys, here, next Thursday, and we'll find out all about it.