A/N: Yay! I got some more reviews! I feel so happy! (grins widely). Unfortunately, I have developed a rather unrelenting appetite for reviews (struggles to be heard over growling stomach) that must be satisfied. So read and review to fill my stomach! (hehehe). Wow, I never imagined people being so sorry for Terra. Unfortunately, that was only a taste of what's to come.

hermioneandterrastwin16: Thank you :), I rather liked writing this chapter.

crystalicios: Thanks. Well, she kinda did deserved it, she did a lot of damage before. My story sounds like a cheap soap opera? Ouch, harsh…

teentitantruefriend: Yeah it was. No, wait, don't go! At least leave another review before you go! (hehehe). You better save some of them tears, though, you might need them later on.

The Esperandote: Thanks a lot, I'll try to keep it good so you'll keep reading!

Insanity 101: Strange but true! Hehehe, I truly thought you would still rant about her crushing Robin (still not a nice thing to do). Thanks, I tried to think of something really harsh, I had to rub my eyes a lot to be able to describe it effectively. Me neither, I'd probably be sick after 5 minutes. But it's true, you usually get what you dish out so…nice to hear you forgave her, but there's a bit more suffering to go around. Thanks so much :)

Well, here goes:

Cyborg stretched his arms over his head with a tired groan. It had been a long night, and it looked far from over. The lack of movement was making his joints rusty. He rubbed his human eye, wondering whether yet another power boost wouldn't do him some good.

He stared at the screen in front of him. Whatever Robin had been thinking of, he, Cyborg, hadn't been prepared for this. The half-robot didn't know what to expect anymore.

As if on cue, he heard a firm knock on his door. With a sigh, he stood up to answer it. The face on the other side, however, wasn't the one Cyborg expected to see.

Starfire stared at him from the doorway, her usual bright smile no where in sight. She looked slightly worried, and she had tired lines around her usually sparkling eyes.

"Star? What are you doing here? It's pretty late," asked Cyborg, surprised.

"I am afraid I am not able to sleep," responded Starfire tiredly. "I felt that perhaps you might be awake, and I wonder if perhaps we might, 'chat'?"

Cyborg smiled at the Tamaranian's politeness. "Sure, Star, I'm not getting much sleep either." He carefully omitted the fact that that was because he had a job to do. "Come on in."

Starfire stepped into the room. It was vaguely illuminated, most of the light emanating from the computer screen. Cyborg produced another chair, and they sat down.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Cyborg, cautiously stifling a yawn.

Starfire hesitated. "I do not know where to begin. I am feeling a bit…troubled…about the arrival of friend Terra."

Cyborg felt a sudden jolt; was it merely coincidence that Starfire was experiencing the same feelings as Robin? "What do you mean, troubled?" he asked warily.

"Terra does not seem to be herself. She seems oblivious to everything around her. I admit that I can not formulate any opinion about being frozen in stone," Starfire added hastily, "and yet I worry…"

"She must be exhausted, Star," argued Cyborg. "You said it yourself, none of us have been a statue before. She'll probably be more herself tomorrow."

"Terra's behavior is not the only thing that distresses me. I am worried about how her return will affect life in our home," said Starfire quietly.

Cyborg was taken aback. He had never heard Starfire speak so seriously. He had seen her frantic several times, usually when Robin or another titan was in danger. But the fact that Starfire, the most naïve and innocent of the team, was discussing seriously the Titans' welfare scared him a little. Things were serious.

"What are you talking about, Star?" he asked, playing dumb.

Starfire sighed patiently. "You remember the manner in which Beast Boy reacted when Terra attacked us, yes? He was willing to argue with anyone in order to defend her. And we all know friend Raven's feelings about the matter. She has made them quite clear."

Both of them turned away at this, recalling their teammate's anger and pain.

"I see your point," said Cyborg. "But I wouldn't worry too much about it. Raven didn't seem upset when Terra showed up just now."

Starfire fixed Cyborg with a pointed stare. "Raven never seems anything. She has long ago learned to conceal her emotions. It is up to us to interpret her actions."

Cyborg recoiled from her look. Starfire had a point; what a stupid, unfeeling thing to say.

"Don't worry, Star. You, me, and Robin will keep the peace in the Tower. Everything will be fine," stated Cyborg assuredly, standing up. He felt no desire to tell Starfire about his conversation with Robin; why should the Tamaranian's feelings of joy and hope be trampled on as his had been by the Boy Wonder? She seemed to have enough on her mind as it was.

Starfire remained unconvinced. "Are you certain?"

"I'm positive," replied Cyborg kindly.

Starfire rubbed her upper left arm with her right hand and sighed. "I apologize for keeping you in the upward direction. What were you doing before I interrupted you?" she asked sweetly, childlike curiosity returning.

Cyborg adored that look in her eyes when she asked a question, but knew he'd never have as much patience as Robin to answer all her interrogations. He had no idea where the team would be without her.

Cyborg gestured at the computer. "I was keeping tabs on Terra. She seems to be fine, physically anyway."

Starfire gazed at the image of Terra sleeping relatively soundly. Occasionally, though, the earth-shifter would toss and turn, moving her head from side to side, muttering incoherent words.

Starfire looked back at Cyborg. "Has she been asleep for a long time?"

"Oh yeah. As soon as she reached her room, she was out like a light," Cyborg lied smoothly. He didn't want Starfire to know what he had seen.

"I see. I believe I am ready for another attempt at the sleeping. Good night, friend Cyborg," stated Starfire, heading for the door. "Pleasant slorvaks."

"Uhh, yeah. Same here," replied Cyborg hurriedly. As soon as the Tamaranian left the room, he let out a pent-up sigh. That had been close.

The cybernetic teen turned and sat down in front of the computer. He pressed the rewind button on the screen and waited for the appropriate spot. He pressed play and watched the screen closely, replaying the footage he had seen before:

Terra entered the room and closed the door. She stayed there for many minutes, until she walked over to the sofa. Cyborg watched, puzzled. He didn't feel comfortable doing what he was doing, but he knew it was for the safety of everyone in the Tower.

When he had seen her start to cry the first time, he felt bad for invading her privacy. Her vitals were stable, maybe he should just turn the camera off?

No, he had reprimanded himself. Robin told him to keep her monitored, and that was what he was going to do.

But nothing had prepared him for what came next. Terra suddenly leaped up and hurled her computer into the wall. Cyborg pressed pause, rewound the tape, and zoomed in on Terra's facial expression. He saw the action again.

Once again he rewound it, and put it in slow motion. He observed Terra's sad expression, saw the tears leak down her face, and then slowly, but surely, saw her features distort into a hideous rage and her eyes fall upon the doomed object.

Cyborg furrowed his brow; what had caused that sudden outburst? He pressed a few keys on the keyboard. "Elevated heart rate, adrenaline levels skyrocketing…what put her under so much stress?"

He fast-forwarded the tape a little bit, watching her lie trembling on her bed. It was at this point that her brain chemical levels were most irregular. "Memories, maybe?" pondered Cyborg out loud. Difficult to tell.

He turned off the screen when she started to get changed. After a few minutes, he turned it on again and saw her fast asleep. And he had been keeping an eye on her like that until Starfire had knocked on the door.

Cyborg sighed and put the screen on alert. If anything changed, he would be notified. He sighed again for about the millionth time that night and rubbed his face with his cool metal hand. Robin and Starfire worried, Beast Boy ecstatic and oblivious to it all, Terra deeply troubled, and Raven…

"What the heck is going on?"

Raven looked around frantically. Where were the other Titans? Slade was coming after them, she had to warn them! She tried to fly, but failed, for some strange reason. She walked through a dark tunnel; the Titan's were no where in sight.

Raven's breath came in heavy gasps as she broke into a run. The loneliness was unbearable; where was everybody?

"Looking for someone, my dear?" asked a cruel, cold voice.

She skidded to a stop. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She couldn't face him alone…she would never be able to defeat him on her own…

"I'm afraid you cannot defeat me alone or otherwise," said that familiar, cold voice smoothly. "And in this case, it's six against one."

As though someone flipped a switch, the area Raven was in was suddenly flooded with light. She used her cape to shield her eyes, but when she pulled it away, she wished she had been blinded. Raven's amethyst eyes widened with unspeakable shock and fear; her heart beat uncomfortably against her heaving ribs.

The scene before her was one she would never have been prepared to face. Slade stood in front of her, smirking casually. On his right stood Terra, wearing her apprentice uniform complete with Slade's emblem on her chest. She was hovering on a huge block of earth. Her arms were crossed and she gazed contemptuously at Raven. It was a look she remembered well.

Next to her floated Starfire, purple skirt and shirt exchanged for a copper and black shirt, framed with steel, and a black miniskirt with black boots. The emerald stones were replaced with ebony ones. There was no sweet smile, no shining eyes; the expression in them was beyond loathing; had it not been for the context of the situation, Raven might not have recognized the alien in front of her.

On Slade's other side stood Cyborg, who appeared to have added quite a few weapons to his arsenal, including several missiles and lasers. His usually blue, glowing, metal body parts now shone blood red. There was no warm smile for Raven now; his face was as hard as stone. He, too, carried the dreaded S on his chest. His sonic cannon-turned-cannon launcher was humming as it charged with red energy, ready to blast her to oblivion.

Next to him, Beast Boy crouched, snarling viciously at her. The purple in his uniform was replaced with copper, his boots were spiked and his belt bore the common symbol. His eyes were not those of a human being, but those of an animal, chained up and foaming at the mouth, desperate to be set loose to maim and kill.

But the thing that made Raven catch her breath, the thing that made sweat pour down her brow, the thing that threatened to make her lose her lunch, was standing slightly in front of Slade. There stood Robin; no, there stood Slade's true apprentice.

He wore the feared black and copper outfit, the one Raven had never wanted to see again. His mask was no longer pleasant, if it ever had been, but slightly curved at the ends, like those of a hawk, of a predator threatening to feast on who-so-dared step in its path when it felt the urge to feast on blood. And prominent on his chest was the horrid insignia of destruction and death, the angular S that stood for all the evils in the world.

Raven felt tears stinging her eyes. "Robin…"

Slade's apprentice threw a gadget and blasted her off her feet. She crashed into the ground, dull pain exploding in the back of her head as it banged against the ground. She looked up blearily to see the dark figure with the predator mask aim a laser blaster at her face. His lips curled up in a cruel sneer.

"Robin isn't here anymore. No one can save you now."

A shining red light, a loudly beating heart, screams of pain…

Raven's eyes flashed open, she sat bolt upright and screamed with a fear not known to most people. Robin's eyes snapped open at the sound, and he was at Raven's side in a flash. "Raven!"

She breathed heavily, beads of sweat pouring down her forehead, though she made no move to wipe them away. She desperately wrung her bed sheets within her fiercely clenched hands, and stared unseeingly forward.

Robin vainly attempted to calm himself down; Raven's scream had left him rattled. He hesitantly tried to lay a hand on Raven's shoulder.

Immediately, a black shield projected itself, separating him from his friend, and she scooted away from him on the bed. Robin tried to make sense of what he was seeing; was Raven looking at him with that much fear? What had he done? What had she seen?

"Raven…calm down…whatever you saw a minute ago, it was just a nightmare. I'm here to help you, Raven," he stated softly, slipping his hand into hers before she could pull away, soothingly massaging and caressing it.

Raven continued to stare at him fearfully, though she very slowly calmed her breathing and regained control of her powers. The shield dropped. Finally, Raven teared her eyes away, and looked fixedly at her hands.

At length, she said quietly, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You had a nightmare. After what happened before, it's understandable," said Robin gently.

Raven vigorously rubbed her face with her hands, trying to make sense of the jumbled thoughts in her head. For some reason, she couldn't stop a blush from grazing her cheeks.

"Robin?" she began to ask, hesitantly.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Will you, will you please, stay with me? I really don't want to be alone right now."

The smallness of her voice surprised even her. She felt like such a child; why had she asked him such a thing? Despite the fear still coursing through her veins, regret and humiliation made her grimace and she refused to look at him.

To her surprise, Robin's strong arms wrapped her in a comforting hug before she could say or do anything. She felt her heart skip a beat.

"Of course I'll stay. You'll never be alone if you don't want to be."

They parted. She managed to smile weakly at him, and settled herself under the covers once more, swearing to herself to never show such weakness ever again. She pretended to be falling asleep; the Boy Wonder looked dead on his feet, and though he didn't mention it, she was sure he had been asleep when she had woken up.

Robin brought his chair closer to her bedside and sat down once more, giving her still form a reassuring smile before steadily nodding off. She stared at the opposite wall; she was certain she wouldn't be getting more sleep tonight.

A/N: Aww, I didn't want to leave it here, but this chapter is pretty long as it is, and I can't add much more right now. So, read and tell me what you think!