Jinx thought that maybe someone had imbedded a particularly sharp machete into her skull. It HURT.

She blinked blearily, trying to focus on the horribly bright light located right above her. Wait. Bright light? That's not a good sign.

"Am I dead?"

Expecting to hear Satan laughing in delight, Jinx was thouroughly suprised when she was answered by a voice that she vaguely recognized. "Apparently not."

That seemed like a very negative way to answer the question. She wondered who was talking. Wishing they would bend over to look at her so she could get a glance at their face, she tried to think back to how she got into this situation.

Rain. Jinx remembers rain. And screaming. Who was screaming? She really couldn't recall much else. In fact, now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember much at all. Like, what was her name, anyways? And how did she get here? Suddenly she realized that this could quite well be her own room. She honestly had no idea. Not good.

"Um. What am I doing here?" she questioned the other occupant of the room. There was a shuffling noise, the person was moving closer to her bed, and then the male voice answered again. "Good question. I don't know what happened to you, but you're lucky to be alive." By the sounds of it, this person wasn't exactly thrilled by this fact. She was growing less and less fond of whoever this was by the minute. Suddenly she felt something cold being dabbed lightly at her face, then placed on her forehead. The person hesitated, then asked softly, in a different tone than before, "Does your head hurt?"

"I feel like I tried to play chicken with semi and lost fantastically." There was a small huff of laughter to her left side and she decided that maybe this person wasn't that annoying, if he could appreciate good humor. "Who are you?"

"Uh, I think there might be a couple of guys who could explain that a bit better than I could. Besides, they've been crazy with worry for you."

Good. At least someone has. Even if I don't know who you're talking about.

"Well bring 'em in."

The person stood up. He leaned over her, finally giving her a chance to look at his face. She was surprised to find that he had green skin. "Yes ma'am!" he said, grinning lightly. While turning around to exit the room, he let his hand brush the side of her face, lingering momentarily. "Good to see you pulled through," he whispered and walked out.

Well, Jinx was thouroughly confused. Who was he? Green skin? Should she know him? Because, although the green skin wasn't shocking her as much as she expected it too, she was still disconcerted. And what's with the mixed emotions? First he's cold, then he's worried. Could this get any weirder?

Apparently, it could.

In walked two boys: One- Her height, if not shorter, sporting a green one-peice outfit (it resembled the attire of a mechanic), a deep green beanie, and goggles pushed onto his forehead. Two- Large in every sense of the word. Tall, wide, and thick, this boy had enough hair to hide a family of four.

She couldn't put a name to either of their faces and their appearances alone should have made her shy away, but she felt oddly comfortable in their presence.

They rushed to her side, looking as happy as the geek in gym class being told that, "No, you don't have to run forty laps today."

She smiled at her own joke. The boys took it to mean that she was glad to see them.

"Thank god you're alright!"

"Don't ever scare us like that again."

"Or ever make us take such desperate measures again."

While she had no idea what they were talking about, it was fun watching them try to act angry when all they really seemed to want to do was hug her. She supposed, by they way they were acting, that she should probably recognize them. And while she felt the same familiarity to these people as she did to the green boy, she couldn't recall anything about them.

I guess I should really mention my complete lack memory sometime soon.

"That's real sweet and all, but just one question," she began, "Who are you?"

They blinked.

Then the large boy laughed. "Don't even try it, Jinx! Here we are, worried sick about you for days, and you're not even conscious thirty minutes and already trying to pull a prank."

"I'm sorry to disappoint, boys, but I honestly have no recollection of you at all. Or how I got into this situation. And is this my room? Because I have dreadful taste if it is."

The goggle boy was beginning to look worried. "Listen," she continued, "I'm sorry, I truly am, but I'm at a complete loss as to what is going on here." She watched as comprehension and horror dawned on their faces. "In fact, I'm not all that sure of who exactly I am at the moment."

She was hoping that they could finally shed some light onto her current sitution. She was wrong, however. The short one's face changed from shock to anger faster than she could blink. Not quite sure what had spurred his change in attitude, she watched as he lept out of his chair muttering, "I'll kill them."

"Who are you--" Jinx began, but was cut off by the boy opening the door to the room and yelling into the hallway. "Titans! Get in here now! You're going to tell me exactly what you did to Jinx!"

Jinx. She thought, while staring at the two enraged boys and waiting for whoever the 'Titans' were to get to the room. What an odd name. Why would I ever tell anyone to call me that?

She had no time to mull over this, however, since at that moment five more people entered the room. Actually, she wasn't even sure if they qualified as people.

First to enter was a typical looking teenage boy. Average height, average build, and black hair. The only abnormal qualities he had were his cape and the mask covering his eyes. She wondered what he was hiding from.

Next came a female; very tall with orange tinted skin, long red hair, and bright green eyes. Not just her pupils were green, but the entire eye itself. As if this wasn't enough to make Jinx's head spin, the girl didn't walk through the doorway like the boy before her. She floated. Jinx might have to ask her just how she did that.

Following the flying female came a boy about the size of the hairy male she had been talking to only moments before. He, however, had no hair at all. In fact, he was lacking quite a bit in the skin department, too. Half his body, including both legs, one arm, and half his face, was mechanical. I wonder if he ever needs to eat...

After the half-man, half-machine, came a girl who looked to be about Jinx's height. She seemed generally bored with the entire proceedings, as though she wished she had much better things to do, but had to admit to herself that this was all the entertainment she was going to get. Dressed in a leotard beneath a dark cape, hood down so that Jinx could see her short, purple hair, she rolled her eyes at the last person to answer the summon.

The first thing Jinx registered was the color green, and she recognized the last occupant as the boy she had seen first after waking up. He was about the same size as the boy with the mask and his entire body was covered with green. That wasn't his only unusual attribute. Jinx noted green hair, long, pointy ears, and, when he threw her a tiny smile, especially sharp canines. She found that she didn't mind smiling back.

The boy with the cape waited until his everyone had made it to the room, then spoke. "What can we help you with?" Jinx noticed that the group acted friendly enough towards the two boys, but they stood tense and alert, like they may have to defend themselves at any moment. What could be making everyone so on edge? Does it have something to do with me? I could seriously use some answers here.

"I could seriously use some answers," she said out loud.

"This is what you can help me with, Robin," said goggle-boy coldy, answering the boy in the cape. Ha, Robin. He's a bird with a cape.

The situation seemed a little too tense for laughter, so she held back a small giggle.

"She doesn't remember anything," added the hairy boy. "Not who we are, not where she lives, not even her own name!"

"So you immediately assume it was something we did!" shouted the boy/machine. "Now I like that. We take you in, protect you, care for her," he gestures at her, "and what do we get? Accusations of ruining someone's memory?"

The girl with purple hair is looking at the two boys like they are something she might have found on the bottom of her shoe. "You do realize that in many cases of people who have received serious damage to the head, they will lose some, if not all of their memory? Is it really that far-fetched to believe that Jinx may have just lost hers due to head trauma?"

Goggle-boy still looked suspicious, but he relaxed a bit and sighed. He looked back at her sadly, then at the girl who had spoken. "What can we do to help her, Raven?"

Raven! Another bird with a cape?

This time she did let out a little snort of laughter and the attention of the room shifted to her. They couldn't understand what could possibly be funny about this situation, especially to her, and she received quite a few odd stares. The green-boy, however, was hiding a few silent chuckles behind his hand at the her innapropriate show of emotion.

Since they were looking, she took the opportunity to ask some questions she hoped would get answered this time. "First off, am I to assume that my name is Jinx?"

The group nodded, silent. "And I don't remember anything because of some sort of head injury that put me into this position and is the cause of my splitting headache?"

Another collective nod. "Good, we're getting somewhere! Now, who wants to fill in the rest of the blanks? Starting with, 'Who are all of you?'"

Everyone hesitated. Finally, the green boy stepped forward. "Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied.

"Well, um, this is kind of awkward. I'm Beastboy." She gave him an incredulous look and was rewarded with a large grin. "Yeah, funny name, I know."

"I guess it's understandable, since mine happens to be Jinx."

He continued, pointing around the room. He indicated the boy with the mask, "This is Robin, the metal-man is Cyborg, the one smiling at you is Starfire, and the grumpy girl is Raven," he finished, playfully nudging the purple-haired girl. "The five of us make up a crime-fighting team called the 'Teen Titans.' We'll explain that later." He nodded at the two boys that seemed to know her best. "These two are your best friends. Shorty over here goes by Gizmo," goggle-boy gave an indignant splutter "and the big guy is Mammoth."

She nodded around the room at them, trying to imprint their names in her mind. Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Raven, Gizmo, Mammoth. Oh right, and Beastboy.

"Thank you," she says looking at Beastboy. "Now for the fun part. What happened to me?"

Gizmo took the lead for this question. "You were with Mammoth and I. You, uh..." he looked like he was searching for a way to explain the incident so that she could comprehend, since she lacked memory of herself. "You--We got ourselves on the bad side of a powerful man. He attacked you when we weren't around and we almost didn't make it in time to save you. We barely got out alive, ourselves. You were unconscious by the time we escaped the man, from a blow to the head. I can't believe he would actually dare to hit you!" Gizmo looked angry. "We did the only thing we thought we could, to keep you safe. We brought you here, to Titan Tower, home of the Teen Titans." He ended with what sounded like either sarcasm or resentment.

"This is our healing room," said Starfire, helpfully. "You have been here for almost four days."

Jinx is confused. "Okay, so the only thing I can't understand is why, if you guys helped us out, do Gizmo and Mammoth act as though they can't stand to be in the same room as you. And why do the five of you act like if you let down your guard then these two" she pointed at the boys "will stab you in the back?"

The room became deadly silent. The Titans exchanged defensive glances. Mammoth and Gizmo looked unhappily at the five.

"Well?" she prompted.

"It's a long story," said Robin tersely. "Come on team, let's leave these three alone for a while. They have a lot to catch up on." He didn't leave immediately, but waited for the other four to exit first. He stopped Beastboy before he left and whispered something too him. Beastboy nodded in response before they both moved through the doorway and closed it behind them.