I took Robin's R-Cycle. He was probably going to kill me when he found out, but hopefully all of this would work and he would understand my reasons. To keep the noise from waking anyone up, I walked the machine out of the tower and down the road until I felt that I was far enough away. Like the T-Car, I had a slight learning curve in figuring out how to operate the dumb bike. Luckily, it wasn't rocket science.

By the time I made it to my destination, it was almost 4:00 in the morning—much later than I had intended it to be. The Titans would be getting out of bed soon, and I couldn't have them discovering that I was missing. That would only complicate things.

I had been able to do a small bit of research in the past couple of days. I knew exactly where to go. The upper floors of the Jump City Penitentiary were well lit and heavily guarded by both people and cameras, but the basement only had the cameras. It was a lot easier to explore the area then, since I could short out the equipment or cover them in black haze as I passed.

I was extremely anxious. After all, it's not like I had been able to practice any of this, and there were still a lot of variables. I tried to push that out of my mind and converting my anxiety into anger. It built with every step, like how static electricity builds when you shuffle across the carpet. It fed the magic, making the air around me crackle with anticipation.

Finally, I reached the cell that I was looking for. There was one lead security door near me, then a 4-foot gap before a set of bars, which kept the prisoner from reaching out and grabbing anyone who peeked their head in. It was actually a smart system.

I waved my hand in front of the doorknob, disarming the alarms and unlocking the door. The door swung open, and I walked inside, shutting it behind me. Then I stood before the bars, peering into the shadows at the figure lying there.

"Wake up," I sang sweetly, my voice hiding the unease I felt. I used my power to turn on the overhead lights, flooding the room in greenish-yellow fluorescence.

Parasite's purple mass, which had been curled up on a mattress in the corner, shifted and rolled over. He growled angrily, cursing under his breath.

"You're pretty gutsy to—" he stopped when his eyes fell upon me. "It's you," he said softly. "You're the freak who put me here."

"So you remember me," I returned, staring him down to show him that I wasn't afraid.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped. "What do you want?"

"I need a favor," I said.

He snorted. "Funny girl. You barbequed me. What makes you think that I'm going to help you after what you did to me?"

I gave a pitying smile. "Funny guy. What makes you think that you have a choice?"

Shock rippled across his face. I lifted my arm, the black magic shooting from my hand to the bars. The iron bent in opposite directions, and I stepped forward uninhibited. Parasite's face now registered the weight of the situation, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was terrified of what I might do.

For a moment, I felt guilty about my intentions. Not only was my plan risky, but I was also completely taking advantage of this guy. Just because he was a criminal didn't make it right to hurt him.

But I'd come too far to turn back. Adrenaline had taken over, and I rushed over, thinking only of my body, lying in state in a tube of plastic…because of a criminal like Parasite. He cowered away from me, but he didn't have anywhere to go. He knew that if he tried to fight me that he would have to touch me, and that was exactly what he didn't want.

He grabbed for his mattress in an attempt to use it as some sort of weapon, but I was too fast. I raised my arms high above my head to use like lightning rods to capture the energy around me. "Azarath! Metrion! Zinthos!" I shouted. I brought my hands down, clamping onto his skin.

Immediately I felt Parasites abilities kick into gear, attempting to suck my presence out of my body. I refused to fight back, allowing Parasite to suck the energy out of me without a struggle.

The criminal's eyes literally lit up as the power enveloped him, and for half of a second I wondered if I had just made a huge mistake. But then his weird physical transformation began, just as it had before. A strange mix of a moan and scream rushed from Parasite's mouth. His torso and head ripped into two, each half becoming its own form—that same conjoined twin that shared a pair of legs. The heads became more and more skeletal, all four eyes glowing evilly.

I forced myself to think about the shell in Titan Tower—the body waiting for me. I let Parasite absorb those thoughts, too. Two beings with one mind.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" I shouted. Each of Parasite's heads spoke the words with me—one of the heads in Parasite's voice, the other with Raven's. We unleashed a whirlwind of energy.

I felt everything inside of me give a great jerk upward, and black and red stars swirled before my eyes until everything went black. The sharp pinpricks of pain once more dotted my skin. The roar of a hundred waterfalls filled my ears, mixing with Parasite's screams. Suddenly I couldn't breath, and I gasped for breath. I couldn't feel my limbs any more. I tried to say the words again, but no sound came out of my mouth.

The world abruptly became silent. The chaos in my mind instantly dissipated. My eyes flew open.

Blurs of bright blue were snapped into focus, but for a second I didn't realize what I was seeing. The blue surrounded me, and then there was a strange barrier before blackness. Then I saw other strange lights in my peripheral vision, and I realized where I was.

I was in my body. In the cryogenic chamber in the Tower.

And I couldn't breath.

The liquid had filled my body's lungs for two years, keeping it preserved in my absence. But now that I was back, my lungs screamed for air, trying to push the liquid out—but it had nowhere to go.

I tried to lift my arms in an attempt to break the glass, but my arms wouldn't respond to my command. Neither would my legs.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos! I instinctively thought, but nothing happened. Of course nothing would happen—I wasn't in Raven's body any more.

Everything began to feel heavy. My respiratory system was on fire.

I'm going to drown. After all I've been through, I'm going to drown.

A flash of color appeared, and a fist suddenly broke the glass. In a rush of pressure, the glass completely shattered, and I fell forward with the water, completely unable to stop myself. A pair of arms caught me, then turned me around and sat me on the floor.

Starfire, my rescuer, sat beside me and then patted my back, jolting me hard. My stomach heaved and the blue liquid came rushing up my esophagus, followed by violent coughs from my lungs. Only Starfire's grasp kept me from falling over as my body purged everything and let the sweet oxygen rush inside.

It only took a moment before the spasms ceased. I gasped for breath over and over—it felt like I would never get enough air. Starfire graciously said nothing about my sickly behavior. She leaned me back against her, holding me like a doll. I continued to pant and tried to relax, but my mind was in overdrive. Had I actually done it? What had happened to Raven? How had Starfire found me?

God, my dress was now totally transparent and clinging to my skin. My skin. My body. I couldn't help but smile as my eyes took in every freckle and scar that it could see. The claustrophobic feeling that had haunted me for weeks was completely gone—this body was just my size. And despite my bedraggled appearance, I was sure that I'd never looked better.

My limbs remained unresponsive, unable to brush the wet hair from my eyes or cover myself, yet they began to tingle as my blood began to flow through my body again. Starfire's warmth suddenly made me realize how cold I was, with every inch of my body soaked in the cryogenic liquid. I began to shiver, and she wrapped her arms around me tighter.

"Friend Morgan, are you all right?" Starfire finally asked, her green eyes gazing at me with deep concern. She swept my wet bangs out of my face with her fingertips.

I didn't answer her question. Despite all that was going on in my mind right now, I only had one thought. "R-r-Raven," I stuttered through chattering teeth, taken aback at the sound of my own voice coming through my own vocal cords. "Is s-s-she…?"

"She's fine," Robin's voice spoke from behind. "She called us on the communicator and told us to come find you."

Relief washed through my body. I had been so afraid that Raven wouldn't have regained control of her body, or that she would have fallen unconscious in Parasite's grip.

Beast Boy stepped up to me, placing a fleece blanket over my body. He grinned at me like a little kid. "Welcome back, Mor."

I smiled back at him.

"You were able to return to your body!" Starfire exclaimed. "How did you achieve this?"

The three boys began to speak at once, also asking how I'd managed to get back into my own body.

I didn't have a chance to respond, however, before another familiar voice spoke up, "So is anyone going to say hello to me?"

Raven.

I turned my head, seeing her standing by some of the cryo chambers. How had she made it here so quickly?

"Raven!" Beast Boy and Cyborg exclaimed together, rushing over to greet her.

"Raven," Robin said, much more softly. He pushed his way through the other two guys, suddenly squeezing her in a tight hug.

The violet-haired girl seemed surprised and a bit embarrassed. "Nice to see you, too," she said. Her eyes peered at me from over Robin's shoulder, taking in everything about me. After a moment, when Robin finally let her go, she gave me a soft smile.

The guys began to talk rapidly to her, telling her about all the things that she missed and wanting to know what happened. The warmth from the blanket surrounded me, and my eyelids began to droop. Now that all of my adrenaline had worn off, I was so tired.

"You can lie me down," I murmured to Starfire, my eyes comfortably closed. "I'll be just fine."

"I'll watch her, Star," Robin said softly. My eyes popped open and I saw him standing beside us. He crouched down, and Starfire held me until he was able to wrap an arm around my back. I felt almost like a baby. Then Starfire rushed over to greet Raven.

"You don't have to watch me," I said, yawning a little bit.

"Remember what I said about not doing anything stupid?" he said. I looked up at him, my expression a bit sheepish. "Well, it seems that everything worked out okay, so you weren't that stupid."

"No, I was stupid. A lot of things could have gone wrong. I should have told you guys what was going on."

"Okay, I'll concede that. You should have."

As I gazed up at him, I suddenly realized something odd—all my girly crush feelings were gone. Wasn't that a bit odd? I had dreamt about kissing this guy, and now I was in his arms again and didn't care.

Then I looked over at Raven, who was listening to her friends talk about everything that had been going on since she had left. Her eyes stole a glance at me, the faintest of smiles on her lips.

That was it. Those had been Raven's emotions in my head—somehow I had been feeling what she had been feeling. And she was in love with Robin.

Good thing he's in love with her, too, I thought. If only he would just say it.

"What?" Robin asked me.

My eyelids flew open—I didn't even remember closing them. "What, what?" I echoed.

"You said something. 'If only he would just say it.'"

Had I said that out loud? Great. I was so tired that I was speaking and not even remembering it. Then I decided to speak my mind, anyway. "If only you would just say that you're in love with her."

He didn't ask whom I meant. He knew it just as well as I did. He did seem a little embarrassed about it, though. His eyes drifted back over to Raven. "I can't do that…" he murmured softly.

"Don't be stupid," I said. "You could have lost her, Robin. She might have never come back and you would never have had the chance to tell her how you feel. You're in the superhero business for heaven's sake. You never know when your number is going to come up. Can you live like that forever?"

He didn't say anything, but I could feel his grip on me getting tighter as he listed to my words. He knew that I was right.

"Have you always been this smart?" he asked.

My eyelids began to close again. It seemed like it took all my strength just to stay awake. A soft smile curled up the corner of my mouth. "Always," I said. And then I fell asleep.

My name is Morgan, and I am dead.

Yes, dead.

Wanna hear how it happened?

I was the victim of a supervillain who was experimenting on runaways in order to find a way to extend his life after death. His plan almost worked. Almost. But when it came down to it, my body couldn't handle being jump-started back to life. I died not long after I my soul made it back into my body.

I feel bad that I cast such a shadow on the Titans' happy homecoming. They were all so excited about Raven, and it took them a bit to realize that I had stopped breathing. Then they were in a panic trying to revive me, before realizing that I was truly gone.

It's too bad that I wasn't able to take my own advice and tell them everything that I felt inside—about how I was glad I had come into their lives and found peace. I hope they know.

The End

A/N: Thank you to everyone who stuck through my story until the end. I appreciated your reviews and comments so much and it kept me going. I hope that you all enjoyed it. For those of you who are into DVD bonus features, be sure to check out the next chapter—it contains an alternate ending and some trivia.

As for me, I still have ideas brewing in my head, including a Power Rangers Zeo story and a story based on John Fiorella's Grayson, a short fan film about Robin. If you haven't seen it, run a Google search and download it! There might also be some more Teen Titans in the future…