First, a note or two:

This is the second of my stories, and once again, I beg those of you who know everything about the included series not to complain. I am not trying to be as faithful to the comics or TV series as possible, so if you want accuracy, I suggest you look somewhere else.

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Woooo, done school... I'm so moderately happy!

And now, on with the show

"I think we have no other choice but to try it," said Cyborg contritely. "As far as I can tell, it was just a freak accident in the circuits. My internal security systems are designed to only go down if I put in a conscious effort of will to make them go down, and I checked over the sub's systems three times. There's no error, and, believe me, if I had an error at that basic a level in my subsystems, I'd be acting a lot more like Beast Boy over here."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

The large metal teenager reached forward and pushed a series of buttons on the display readout. The ship's engines increased suddenly in pitch. The ship lurched. Space lurched. Time lurched. Reality lurched. The occupants' stomachs lurched.

It may be important to mention at this point that, since the aforementioned occupants were teenagers, their stomachs very nearly represented the whole reality of Space and Time to them. Consequently, just as Schrodinger's cat is not really both dead and alive at the same time, Space and Time did not really lurch. They both merely withdrew slightly in shock, grumbled out of the way, and then slouched off into the distance, muttering furiously about how much the universe had gone down the tube, and how little respect the young generation was giving them these days, and how they hadn't had a really decent drink in eons.

Certain philosophers believe that these rude disturbances will eventually cause Time and Space to just up and leave and call it quits on the universe. These philosophers are disposed of by the scientific community whenever found, because any self-respecting scientist can't stand the idea of a universal demise that can't be wholly explained by various kinematic equations.

Both the philosophers and the scientists, however, would certainly agree that the small space craft had indeed lurched, and was indeed now floating over the surface of a small, rocky planet.

"Beast Boy," asked Robin for about the fiftieth time in about five minutes, "are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us about the pain you felt?"

"For the last time Robin, no. I just felt a pain, that's all. Like the most horrible emotional pain you can possibly imagine all made physical and then squeezed into your head. Other than that I just really don't know. And I'm still not going to know if you as me another fifty times."

"Okay, Okay," replied Robin. "I just wanted to make absolutely sure there was nothing else we could glean from your reaction. I say we land and see what the hell is going on down there. I also suggest you all prepare yourselves. If the horrible feeling I have in my gut is true, this could be far and away the most difficult trial we've ever faced."

The strange thing was that Robin needn't really have said these last two things. The whole group of the Teen Titans knew as soon as Beast Boy had had his painful vision that something had gone terribly wrong in their plan to temporarily contain one member of the team. They knew that they could have no idea what to expect, although they could at least count on the fact that whatever it was that was now lurking down there, it was most certainly a threat unlike any seen before.

Sometimes, however, someone must speak the obvious for it to really be absorbed.

"Oh, I wouldn't try that. You'll just be wasting your sanity. And I would so like to keep that around, my dear progeny."

In a dark, closed-off corner of her own mind, the real Raven cringed. She felt like she was in one of the vicious horror movies that she had so loved; she couldn't move, couldn't gain access to any part of her body. Raven felt that she had no more connection to her own physical being than a fly riding on a car would to the car on which it rides.

She cringed again as she felt her powers being welled up and then released, blasting the wall in front of her to airborne rubble. Trigon stepped out, basking in the noonday Tameranian sun, enjoying the new freedom he had found at donning the cloak of his daughter's body.

The small, yellow spacecraft touched down gently in what, had it been covered with grass, would have been a very nice field for a picnic. As this particular spot was not covered with grass, and as a result looked disturbingly stark and barren, it was most certainly not a good place for a picnic. Any picnic that one would still obstinately want to have had there would have also been disturbed by the landing of previously mentioned spaceships. As said before, the spacecraft did land gently, but it's difficult for a spacecraft of any size to land in the middle of your ham and cheese sandwiches without causing some amount of disquiet.