:Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. The two week old chicken in my fridge is starting to scare me. Over ten inches of snow is a good reason to go outside for once. Don't look into the sun- it burns.
:Author's Notes: Aren't sitewide glitches fun?
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Ever Forward: Already Gone
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You'd be amazed by how quiet things have gotten around here; his anger seems to have scared all the sensible criminals away, and the stupid ones are all in jail. The thing is, now that 'icy' feeling is extending towards us, and I am truthfully scared of this man.
He's not the person who saved my life on our first mission down to the chemical plants; he's not the same man who unconsciously flirted with Rose and then nearly had a heart attack when she hugged him… He's changed.
God, I miss you.
- Kevin Carson, in a letter to Miranda Nicksson
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Tim sat alone on the roof, watching the cars roll by far below as a breeze played with his unkempt hair. Days (he wasn't sure how many) had passed by after Kevin and Jacob had left. Officially the System Force was dismantled; somehow, deep in the heart that had been unfeeling for so long, Tim kept hoping they'd come back.
It was in their blood, after all. The deep buried urge to save and rescue those in trouble, help, and protect.
But he knew they wouldn't.
And it was because of him.
Never before in his life had Tim felt so alone and ashamed of himself. This was his fault; he knew it and didn't try to deny the simple truth. Because of him, the four people he had ever fully trusted were gone.
Damn.
That hit him in the face like a bucket of cold water; the Force had been his second family. He had never quite realized how much he cared for them. That same old saying: You don't miss it till it's gone.
It was the last straw on the camel's back; he broke. Just closed his eyes and couldn't stop the tears. What fools we mortals are; what god damn fools.
His arrogance had done it. His heartfelt need not to be hurt again. The instinctive feeling that if anyone were to love again, that somehow he'd be hurt, had done it. All his fault…
Finally the tears stopped and he looked up to where the sun drifted through the sky, not embarrassed of his tears. After all, didn't one cry and mourn when their family died?
He had to get them back.
With lightening fast intensity, the thought struck. Since he had broken them up, the least he could do was patch together the team and then leave. The city needed them more than it perhaps knew; for sure he knew.
So even if it took him crawling on hands and knees (something he'd never thought he'd imagine doing) he would beg. He'd apologize. And he'd tell them not to worry- he'd be gone once they came back.
Standing, the once proud man felt a tiny spark of hope... and prayed that a sudden wind wouldn't blow it out.
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