A/N:

There's nothing like a weird computer glitch to set you back in your story writing. I lost days of writing earlier this week and I don't even know how it happened. So I've had to go back and try to re-create everything. cries Anyway, I have you, my loyal readers, to thank for keeping me motivated to write after all that writing went poof! I have been working hard so I don't let you down!

However, it seems that everyone has one question on his/her mind: WHERE IS RAVEN? Well, that ends today. Raven's whereabouts are finally revealed. Read on to find out where our favorite Azarathian (Azarathite? Azarathander?) has been all this time...

I woke up on the couch in the common room. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The details of the fight popped into my mind. Seeing Starfire and Robin get hurt. The awful pain that had raced through me when I couldn't get out of Parasite's grip. The exhaustion after being dumped on the sidewalk. Aside from a headache, I felt just fine now, which was remarkable considering what I had been through. Really, I knew that I was very lucky.

I ran my fingers through my hair, which had dried at various angles. Ugh. This was going to fun to fix. I tried to flatten it out a bit before I went upstairs to take a shower. Hmm. Why had they left me on the couch, anyway? Were Robin and Starfire okay? Where was everyone? Did they keep any aspirin in this place?

And then I had the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes widening in surprise.

All four Titans were in the center of the room. Starfire hovered in the air, her eyes and hands glowing with her green firepower. She obviously had regained her strength. Beast Boy had transformed into a wolf, his fur standing up and his teeth bared in anger. Cyborg had his sonic cannon aimed right at me. Robin didn't appear to have a weapon, but his arms were crossed angrily. He had two little adhesive bandages on his forehead, holding his Parasite-inflicted gash closed.

"Wh-what's the matter, guys?" I asked, finding my mouth suddenly very dry.

"We need to talk," Cyborg stated.

"Okay," was all I managed to say. I slowly rose to my feet, turning to face them.

Starfire's voice was soft, but her intimidating appearance showed that she meant business. "We wish to know what you have done with our friend Raven."

"I—I don't—"

The wolf charged me, snarling angrily as he leapt over the couch. I jumped back, nearly stumbling. But then the wolf changed into human form. "Don't you dare say that you don't know what we're talking about! Do you think we're stupid? Do you think we wouldn't know?" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"You do not have mannerisms like Raven," Starfire explained. "You do not speak or dress like her. You do not experience the boundless joy of flight or harness control of your emotions and the things around you."

The green-skinned Titan stood toe-to-toe with me, glaring angrily. "You—are—not—Raven."

There was a soft whirring noise as Cyborg powered up his cannon. "Alright, whomever you are—this is a time when you need to think very carefully before you say anything."

Alarms were going off in my head. My legs were ready to run, even though I was pretty sure that I couldn't outrun any of them.

No, there wasn't going to be a need to run. I hadn't done anything wrong. I was an innocent. And these were the good guys. I just had to explain myself.

"Now," Robin began, "tell us who you really are."

I glanced at all of them and their angry looks, taking a deep breath. "Okay," I said. You're innocent, I reminded myself. "My name is Morgan."

Now the Titans exchanged glances. They were getting the truth, but did they believe me? I hoped there wasn't some big bad out there with the name Morgan, or I was dust.

"Morgan?" Cyborg repeated.

I nodded several times, perhaps a little over-eager. "Yeah."

They all looked very skeptical. "And who do you work for?" Cyborg asked.

Work for? Now they thought I was an evil flunky? "No one!" I exclaimed. "I don't work for anyone! I'm not a bad person, I swear!"

"But, Morgan," Starfire started, "if you are not a bad person, as you say, then how is it you took over Raven's form? What have you done with our friend?"

"Nothing! I didn't mean to do it! Actually, I didn't even do it at all! I—I think Raven did it. It was all an accident!" I was rambling in my panic. How weak could I be?

"Start at the beginning," Robin ordered.

The beginning. Well that was a bit relative, wasn't it? I took a deep breath. "Like I said, my name is Morgan—Morgan Hutchins. I was downtown that day of the accident—when you guys were fighting the rock monster. There was a convenience store with an SUV parked out front, and Raven was going to use her powers to throw the car into the monster. But there was a baby inside and she didn't know it, so I jumped between her and the car as she was casting her spell. There was this flash of light, and the next thing I knew, I woke up here in your infirmary. In Raven's body."

I stopped there. The others were staring at me with obvious disbelief. Not like I could blame them.

"That's it?" Beast Boy asked.

"Yeah. One minute I was there and the next I was here."

"Nice try," Beast Boy scoffed. "But Raven would have stopped her spell if she'd seen you. And besides, if her magic had pulled a big body-snatcher switcheroo like you claim, then Raven would have found a way to contact us by now."

"Yes," Starfire said. "Unless something happened to her. We will need to locate Morgan's body."

Wow—even the idea of a body swap didn't faze these guys. Superheroes had to be extremely jaded folks. Of course, I was going to throw a wrench into the works, as well.

I squeezed my eyes tight and wrinkled up my nose, already feeling the unpleasant taste of the bomb that I was about to drop on them. "Well, there might have been one tiny thing that I forgot to mention," I mumbled.

"What's that?" Cyborg snapped.

I took a deep breath, and then let it drop: "I didn't have a body because I'm dead."

Starfire descended to the floor, the green glow dissipating from her hands and eyes. Cyborg lowered his cannon. Beast Boy scratched behind his ears, a puzzled expression on his face. Robin didn't move, continuing to stand with his arms folded. The silence felt eternally long, but it was probably just a few seconds.

"I know it sounds crazy," I spoke again, "but it's the truth. I died two years ago in an alleyway in this very city."

More quietness. It was driving me batty.

"Are there lots of ghosts?" Starfire finally asked.

I shook my head. "No. At least, I don't think so. I never saw another ghost. And no one could ever see me—well, except babies and animals—but that doesn't do us any good."

"Ex-cuse me," Beast Boy interjected. He turned into a floppy-eared dog, scratched behind his ears with his back leg, and then morphed back into a human. "I'm Beast Boy. I can turn into any animal."

That was true. But he hadn't seen me that day of the accident, either. "Yeah, but you still have a human brain."

Cyborg walked over to the computer on the wall and began to type furiously.

"So what you're saying," Robin spoke icily, "is that you have no idea where Raven is."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't. She might be a ghost, but there's no way to know."

Cyborg glanced over his shoulder. "You know who this is?" he asked. A picture flashed up on the screen.

My breath caught in my throat. It was a photograph of a smiling young girl, with dirty blond hair all around her shoulders and light brown eyes. It was me.

The picture was a bit outdated—I had been about 10 when it was taken—but I could recall every detail. My mom had taken it while we were picnicking at a park near our home. I was wearing a pink tank top with a ballerina on it that I had received for my birthday; I had wanted to be a dancer so badly, but we couldn't afford lessons. My chin rested on top of the head of my sister—just one-year old in that photo.

The smile on my face seemed so foreign. But that had been a happier time in my life. Mom had been relatively sober, and her asshole boyfriend—my future step-dad—had yet to enter into the picture. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Technically, it was.

"That's me," I whispered, barely able to find my voice. "That's me nine years ago. And that's my sister in my lap. We were on a picnic in the park."

"Where did you find that likeness, Cyborg?" Starfire asked. She and the others joined him by the computer.

"It's a missing person's report," he answered. "It was filed five years ago by the police in Rock Springs, Wyoming."

"Were you kidnapped?" Beast Boy inquired, glancing back at me.

"No," I returned quietly. "I ran away from home."

A few more seconds of silence.

"So, she is Morgan?" Starfire questioned.

"Or someone who knows a lot about this missing girl," Robin spoke coldly.

I was a bit taken aback. It never occurred to me that they would continue to doubt me like this after I came clean.

Beast Boy turned and ran out of the room, but the others barely took notice as they scrutinized my file, talking amongst themselves. I glanced up at the photo again, then down at my gray-skinned hands—Raven's gray-skinned hands. This body had allowed me to experience life again, but it would never be mine. This whole thing was just a speed bump on the path of eternal earth wandering.

Suddenly I felt very claustrophobic. I sat back down on the couch, folding my arms around my knees. I thought I would feel better when the truth came out, but I was actually feeling much worse.

"Raven has power from other worlds and dimensions," Cyborg was saying. "Do you suppose her spell accidentally triggered something when in contact with Morgan?"

"I don't know," Robin returned. "But that's even assuming that what she's saying is true."

"And we still need to discover what happened to friend Raven," Starfire added.

I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't want to sit here while they talked about me like I wasn't there. And I needed to pee really badly. I released my legs and stood up, shuffling around the couch.

The three Titans stopped talking, suddenly turning toward me. "Where are you going?" Robin demanded to know.

I glanced back at them. "Um, just to the bathroom."

"Not on your own, you're not," he snapped. "Starfire, go with her." The redhead nodded, flying over to my side.

I was a bit confused. "I don't need a guide to the toilet. I know where it is."

"You lied to us all and nearly got us killed last last. So we can't allow you to go anywhere on your own. Not until we figure this out."

I gaped. They all looked extremely resolved. I could see that there would be no point in fighting their decision. At least not right now. "Fine," I grumbled, storming away with Starfire floating beside me. This was absolutely ridiculous. Did they think I was going to run away with Raven's body? I could have been to Mexico by now if that had been my intention from the beginning.

Starfire waited outside the bathroom while I went in to take care of business. As I sat on the toilet, observing the bruises and scratches on my legs, my mind began to boil.

"You lied to us all and nearly got us killed last night," Robin had said. Well, it's not like I hadn't thrown myself into the mix. Did I really deserve to be escorted like an inmate?

I finished up and went over to the sink to wash my hands, glancing in the mirror. I was covered in dried mud. My new sweater was ruined—filthy and ripped in several places. I looked like crap.

But I was lucky to be alive.

I cupped my hands under the faucet and washed my face, then tried to use some water to smooth down my hair. I dried my hands and face and then stepped out into the hallway.

Starfire leaned against the wall, one arm drawn across her body and clutching her opposite elbow. Out of all the Titans, she was the one who had suffered the most because of my actions and non-actions.

My anger was already fading. Perhaps they were right to treat me like this. Maybe. They were just being careful.

"Hey," I started, "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

"I thank you for your apology," she said. "I did not think that it was your intention for me to be injured." We began to walk back to the common room. "Even though I was without consciousness for much of the battle, I was told that you fought most bravely."

"Or most stupidly," I muttered.

"Yes," she agreed. "I was told that, also."

I probably should have been offended, but I wasn't.

Beast Boy was coming back into the room just as we were. He was carrying something, but I couldn't see what it was. The others seemed to know what he was carrying, however.

Cyborg, in particular, flipped out at the sight of it. "BB! What are you doing with that thing?"

Beast Boy shrugged. "I thought it would help us find out what happened to Raven."

"But don't you remember what happened the last time we messed around with that?"

"Of course. But I'm open if you have any other brilliant ideas." He waited for anyone to speak up, but no one did. He nodded in satisfaction, and then walked over to me. It looked like he was holding some kind of hand mirror. "Dude, this is going to sound a bit weird…"

I smirked. "Weirder than the idea of a dead girl inhabiting the body of a Teen Titan?"

He smiled back. It was a bit refreshing to see a smile from someone. "This is a special mirror—it's kinda like a gateway into Raven's mind. I'm hoping that it will let us know where she is. You're going to need to look into it."

"But I just look like Raven," I stated. "Wouldn't it be the same if one of you guys looked into it?"

"I already tried," he admitted. "But the mirror is black for me. I figure that you guys are connected somehow, so I want to know if it's the same for you."

Well, that didn't seem so bad. I sat back down on the couch, and then held out my hand. "Okay, let me see it." He placed the mirror in my hand while the others gathered around me to get a glimpse.

The mirror was slightly creepy. Its circular frame had what appeared to be two sets of horns; each horn rested at the "corners" of the frame. There were also two jewels set into it, resting at the top and bottom.

I held it up, letting my eyes settle on my reflection. The purple eyes gazed back at me, blinking when I blinked. I wondered if I needed to say some magic words or something to make it work—but perhaps Beast Boy would have mentioned that. Instead, I just decided to concentrate.

Please, I thought. Show us where Raven is.

The reflection in the mirror swirled—like that "flashback" effect on TV shows—and the likeness of the room and the Titans behind me faded away into blackness, leaving only the image of Raven. But after a moment, even that blurred, as if going out of focus. The reflection split into two pieces, which slowly drifted apart until just a little bit was overlapping in the middle.

On the right was Raven, but it was not a mere image of the body that I occupied right now. This Raven appeared perfect, from her spotless black leotard and blue cloak to her clean skin and smooth hair. Her eyes were closed and she looked extremely peaceful. Not dead, but…sleeping.

On the left was me. The shock I had felt earlier when seeing my 10-year old self on the viewscreen was nothing compared to the shock that ran through me now. This was the Morgan I had been when I had died, minus the dirt and grime and starvation and weight of the world. Her dirty blond hair was straight and smooth; her brown eyes gleamed brightly. She even wore the green sweater that I had died in, yet it looked brand new. Unlike the visage of Raven, Morgan looked awake and happy.

The two faces blurred again as they moved back together, fading until the reflection of Raven's tired and dirty body was left behind. Then the background came back into view, as well as the faces of the surprised and puzzled Titans.

"Oh my God," I whispered. I finally moved the mirror away, glancing around at the others. "Did you guys see that?" My mind struggled to comprehend what it had just seen. It was as if we were two beings that made up one body.

I bit my lower lip. Hmm, maybe that was it. Maybe that was why I had felt so cramped this whole time. I'd just been chalking it up as the body being too short—too unfamiliar. But perhaps there really were two souls trying to occupy one space. Maybe it was all in my head, but it was as if I could feel her in the back of my mind now—sleeping.

"I think she's still in here," I murmured, tapping my finger against my temple.

"I think you're right," Robin said grimly.

"So what do we do?"

"We can't do anything yet," Cyborg said, sharing Robin's pessimistic expression.

"Why can we not help?" Starfire asked. "We now know where Raven is."

"But they share a body," Cyborg explained. "And for some reason, Morgan's personality has taken over. We're going to have to find a way to purge Morgan without killing Raven."

Purge Morgan. That boiled it all down to its simplest form. I was nothing more than a leech to be rid of.

I couldn't blame them.

The others continued to talk, but I wasn't listening any more.

So I would have to leave the body in order for Raven to come back. How could I do that? It wasn't like I could just walk out of it. What if the body died? That would probably kick me out, but would it kill Raven, too? What if they could bring her back to live through CPR or something?

I was so over my head.

And what would happen to me? Would I continue to wander the earth as before, invisible and alone? Or would I actually go to heaven? What if there was no heaven? Would I just disappear?

You have no right to this body, I told myself again.

My head was swimming.

I really needed to be alone.

As if reading my thoughts, Robin sat beside me on the couch. "We'll figure this out," he said reassuringly, taking my hand and giving it the slightest squeeze. I was surprised by his demonstration of caring.

Then he snapped a handcuff on my wrist.

I gaped in disbelief. "You mean I still can't be free? Didn't that mirror prove my innocence?"

"No," he said, locking my free wrist into the other cuff. "It just showed us where Raven was. We can't let her body out of our sight until we have her back. We'll let you stay right here instead of locking you up, though. For now."

"Gee, thanks," I replied, sarcasm dripping in my tone.