Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

You should know the drill by now, reviews on one hand, blah blah blah. I believe it would be safe to assume that, to a select few, this story may have actually seemed review worthy, but, to the majority, you're just waiting for me to end it. Well, here you go, it'll finally be over, since so many of you don't want me to continue. None of you read this anyway, so what's the point.

The Titan

By Nate Sindel

Epilogue

Sunfire walked down the hall to the infirmary, wanting to see Raven's progress. His silver hair bounced lightly with each stride, causing the gold and black strands the swing. It had been a very long time since he had performed that particular technique, since it was only possible as Sapphire. In his current form it would be futile to attempt, since he was not Sapphire at the moment.

"It would be simpler," he said to himself, "if it were that simple."

'Nothing ever is,' he heard Moonfire's voice in his mind.

'Not when it comes to us,' Sapphire chuckled.

Reaching the infirmary, Sunfire was unsurprised to see Blackfire strapped down to her bed. He knew Robin would be taking every precaution, even if they weren't necessary. There was something about the Tamaranean princess, something different from the last time he saw her, besides that she was older.

"Oh, my little bun'gor, what has life done to you?" he whispered, moving closer to her bed. His hand reached out, but jerked as he felt the tingling of a force field, though it didn't stop his hand.

Gently he touched her hair, slipping his fingers beneath her head, that's where he felt it, the small piece of metal. Nimble fingers closed around it, sharpening nails dug beneath it, slowly pulling off the small hooks holding it to her skin.

"Sunfire, what are you doing?" Robin asked as he entered.

"Removing something that doesn't belong," he replied, tugging the device from her skin, and healing the small hole it left.

The straps holding her down snapped open, retracting back into their slots. He felt Robin tense when he did this, but ignored it mostly. His hand rested on Blackfire's forehead, sliding it along her hairline. There was so much pain in this girl's life, so much jealousy, resentment, and all because he hadn't been there for her.

"Citadel technology," he tossed the object to Robin, who looked at it curiously. "I should have realized it sooner."

"What's that?"

"An organization bent on galactic conquest by any means necessary."

"Aren't they all?"

"Funny, but true, even the Gordanians are on the Citadel's payroll," he seethed upon speaking that word.

"Starfire spoke of them once, but who are they?"

"Basically they are the Citadel's private army, but even they have their own agenda," Sunfire moved away from Blackfire's bed, walking over to Raven, immediately noticing the change in her hair. From just above her jewel, the gold and black hair had grown and multiplied. "Good, she'll wake up soon."

"Sapphire, what happened, how did you bring her back to life?"

"These hairs symbolize life-" he held up the gold "-death-" he held up the black "-and resurrection," he pointed to the silver. "When the powers of each are combined as one, and I contain a copy the receiver's essence, it will leave me and reenter them."

"How many times have you done this?"

"Four, counting Raven, but all the others were Tamaraneans, I wasn't sure if it would work on her," he lightly brushed at the hairs on Raven's head, causing them to shrink and take on the shape her hair usually took.

A soft moan escaped the sleeping Raven, causing the two males to stop their conversation. Sunfire continued to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers, turning back to Robin.

"Will she have similar powers to yourself?" the masked teen asked.

"No," he said, "but she will have wings."

"What was it like?" Beast Boy asked Terra as they sat on the couch.

"What was what like?" she responded, not really wanting to talk about "it".

"Being stone."

"I don't know, it was like I wasn't even there, like I did exist anymore. It's hard to explain, like I was everywhere, and nowhere, could see everything, but there was nothing," she pulled her knees up to her chest, feeling cold. "I...I don't really want to talk about it."

Beast Boy's expression softened as he placed his arm around her, pulling her closer. Terra took the hint and laid her head on his shoulder, scooting closer.

"It's okay, if you want, we'll never talk about it again."

"That would be best."

The green shape-shifter grabbed the remote next to him and turned on the TV, just catching the news broadcast about the recent events. The anchorman was talking about how no one was sure what happened, and that the Titans were, at the moment, unreachable for a statement. He then lobbed it over to the weatherman.

The sun rose the next day, casting its light on the lone figure of Sunfire, standing on the Tower roof. His four wings were spread open, catching the solar energy for day's activities. Since reviving Raven, he had been feeling slightly weak, slow, and knew that it was just his stores of solar power needing to be recharged.

Two arms encircled him from behind, and a head rested against his back, between his wings. He felt something different this time, something slightly off, something was brushing against his wings. They felt like feaths made of the softest silk, and that's exactly what they were.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"Your memory opened in my mind for that instant, it showed me everything," Raven said, tightening her grasp about his middle. "So what do I call you?"

"Sunfire is fine," he turned to face her, opening special pores on the back of his wings to catch the sunlight. "And you, is it still Raven, or am I allowed to call you Metrion?"

"Raven around the others, Metrion when we're alone," she whispered, stepping up to tiptoes to quickly kiss him.

Sunfire looked at her for the first time after that, seeing the newly grown lock of silver hair just above her jewel, and the violet-feathered wings sprouting from her back. Due to her new appendages, she wasn't wearing her cloak at the moment, but that didn't matter to him. A hand raised slowly, running long the feathers of her wings, feeling how soft they were; he felt her shudder from the sensation.

"Why didn't you simply join with Moonfire?" Raven asked, it was the question that Sunfire did not want to answer.

"It had to be done this way," he turned away slightly from her, "otherwise I would not have become Talshi'r, but someone else."

"An evil entity?"

"One to put even Trigon to shame," he said, using her father's name for the first time, and noticing the reaction in Raven. "You haven't told them about him yet?"

"They don't need to know," Raven stated firmly. "Not yet."

"Very well, you can tell them when you're ready," he smiled and placed his arm around her, both turning to face the morning sun.

Elsewhere in Jump City, Jump City Maximum Security Prison to be exact, sat a masked man, clutching at his head, groaning in pain. All of a sudden, the pain stopped, and he raised his head, looking at the flaming mark on the wall. A voice exploded in his head, one that commanded respect and radiated with the very essence of evil.

"Serve me, and the pain will be gone forever!" the voice echoed in his head. "A message must be delivered!"

"Very well," Slade said, standing in the middle of his cell and closing a fist, which was soon engulf in flames.

The cell door blew open, and the guards outside incinerated. Slade Wilson, Deathstroke the Terminator, stepped out of his cell, and began walking down the hall, heat radiating from his back.

"The time is almost near, the prophecy must be fulfilled," he spoke to no one.

THE END

That's it, the end, finally, I am going to simply wrap it up with a final cliffhanger, and so long. I had fun with this fic, but here's where it stops, I need to work on other things, other stories need to be tended to and/or finished. Others need to be started, and others continued. I suppose a sequel might be written, but not unless the majority wishes it.