Disclaimer: When I finally become dictator of the world, I'll forcibly take control of Teen Titans. Then, I will force the writers to make RR happen. But of course, it's not in my character to be a dictator, so I do not own Teen Titans…yet.

Well, here's where all the good stuff begins. Sorry it's taking so long to post "Eclipse". I can't get it to work for some reason. Anyway, turns out that I have much more readers than reviewers. Please review. It helps me feel like people actually want to keep reading. Anyway, here is chapter 4.

Chapter 4

As Rachel opened her eyes, she was greeted by a strong, bright light. She groaned. She didn't exactly get enough sleep, but since she saw that it was pretty late, she decided that she had to get up.

One of the qualities about Rachel that made her proud of herself was that she was careful with money. Unlike Terra and Kori, Rachel didn't exactly feel that shopping was the greatest pleasure brought to women. True, she did buy things occasionally, but most of the time she just saved her earnings. As a result, she had a lot of money to spend in New York and was staying at a very nice hotel. When she finished dressing, she decided that she wasn't hungry. She'd just go to a nearby café and drink some tea there.

When she got to a café and ordered her tea, she was a bit frustrated. Even though she was pretty busy, she always loved to sit down each morning and drink a nice hot cup of tea. "Oh, wait, there's a spot over there," she noticed. "Yeah, but there's someone sitting there already," she told herself again. "But he's the only one there, and it's not like I'm going to have to talk to him." She decided.

She sat down. The man in front of here was too busy reading The New York Times to pay much attention to her. She quietly stirred her tea and sipped. "Mmm," she murmured.

The man put the newspaper down. "Rachel?" asked a familiar voice.

She was surprised. "Richard?" She recognized the familiar black hair and blue eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just getting a cup of coffee before I start the day," he replied. "What about you?"

"Same as you, except it's tea," she answered. "So, any luck finding your friend?" she inquired.

"No. I'm planning on looking for her today. Do you want to help me?"

She scowled at him. "Are you insane? Richard, if your friend wanted you to find her, she would've given you her address. I highly doubt you'll find her unless you hire a private detective. But I don't think she'd appreciate you doing that."

He stared at her. "Hey, I was just asking. You don't need to be all cranky about it."

She looked upset. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's just, if your friend wanted you to find her, she would most likely have given you her address. Plus, there are like millions of people in this city. If you wanted to search for her yourself, it would probably take a long time."

"I know that it seems impossible," he admitted. "And yes, I agree with you that she might not appreciate me hiring a private detective. But you really need to understand Katy. She's always been like this her whole life. She's always tried to play hard to get. She's always tried to be a mystery. I haven't seen her in a while, and she probably did this on purpose to remind me about it."

Rachel finished sipping her tea. "Forgive me for saying this, but I think that it's an inappropriate way to remind you about your friendship."

Richard laughed. "It's okay. To tell you the truth, when I first met her, she was pretty annoying. But, once anyone gets to know her, she's a lot of fun."

"It sounds like you were really good friends," she mused.

"We were. She was practically the best friend I ever had." He thought about something for a minute. "Rachel, would you like to help me find her?"

She looked at him as if he were drunk. "Rich, I'm here to go sightseeing. Plus, I just met you. I'm not sure if I could be much of a help."

"That's okay. I'm pretty sure that the both of us don't know anyone in this city. And it's always nice to travel with a buddy." He looked at her with big puppy dog eyes.

She showed no emotion. "Travel with a buddy? What are you? An overgrown boy scout?"

Richard laughed again. "You're really funny. Look, I want to sightsee along with finding Katy. I promise I'll visit wherever you want if you come help me look for Katy." He looked at her with the big puppy dog eyes again.

Rachel sighed. "Oh, all right. I'm going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art today. We can ask people around if they know your friend. What's her name?"

"Her name is Katy Moth. You should probably use 'Kaitlin Moth' though. Wait. You're an art person?" he asked amusedly.

"Well, yeah. What do I look like? A shopping person?" she inquired slightly offended.

"No. It's just that most girls I know aren't into stuff like that. They're all too worried about their looks and fashion."

"If you ask me, that kind of stuff is dangerously shallow and superficial," she replied monotonously.

Richard was intrigued. "You know Rachel, you're really one of a kind."

She glared at him. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

He laughed for the third time that day. "What is he laughing at?" Rachel asked herself. I'm not that funny, am I?"

"Of course it's a compliment. Well, are you ready to go sightseeing and searching?" he asked her.

"Yeah, as long as you keep your end of the deal and promise to go everywhere I want," she said.

"I promise. I swear."

"You'd better." After that, they got up and headed towards the bus stop. "I'm not sure, but I think I made a friend instead of an enemy for once," she thought. They pared their fare and took a seat.

So, what'd you think? Two chapters in one day! That's pretty good in my opinion. Anyway, drop a review. Don't' be shy. I'll appreciate anything you'd like to comment about.