A/N: Sorry about the late update, I wrote this chapter on my computer, but my Internet is down. So I am redoing it on the library computer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Titans. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

I woke up the next day and glanced at the clock. It was seven o'clock. I had fallen asleep in the Titan's guestroom. Luckily I had taken a shower before I went to bed, and I had gotten Cyborg to let me borrow on e of his old shirts. When he used to wear shirts. His shirt went down to my knees; the sleeves went down to my elbows. The sad part was that it was a T- shirt. I rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep, it didn't work. Finally I dragged myself up and chose a plan of action.

I decided to borrow someone's clothing. Not Starfire's, or Raven's. They were both too big for me, and they basically ran around in bathing suits. No, I was going to borrow Beast Boy's or Robin's. I walked down to the elevator, then pressed the button that led to the living room. I stood, bored for the ride, then finally the doors opened. I walked down the dark hallway, and entered the living room.

All of the Titan's were in there; I immediately felt self-conscious. Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy were loudly playing video games. It looked like the game consisted more of shoving one an other than actually playing. Well, at least we knew that they had good healthy lungs. Starfire was good naturedly cheering them on, but she tended to be more excited when Robin was winning. Raven was desperately trying to read her book in peace; I know how she felt.

I paused, enjoying the hectic scene, and walked over. Starfire looked up, "Hello friend Mage!" she exclaimed happily. I gave her a nod and a smile. Raven glanced up and then immediately started to ignore me.

Nice to see you too, the boys were still busy with their game, so I decided to wait. I watched them, quickly getting bored. Finally Cyborg won, I won't go into the argument this brought about. I finally got sick of it and sighed dramatically.

That got their attention, Cyborg looked up at me. "Hey Mage, making a fashion statement?"

I gave them a turn; "Oh yes, lovely isn't it. Anyway, I was wondering if I could borrow someone's clothes."

All of the boys looked up at me, "Why don't you borrow Starfire's?" Robin asked.

I gave him a disbelieving look; "Star looks great in her outfit, but me in that, no thank you. Same goes for Raven, and I doubt she'd let me borrow any of her clothing."

No one argued with me, so I assumed that I was right. "So Beast Boy, can I borrow some of your clothing?"

He looked up at me, then grinned. "Just can't wait to get into my pants, can you Mage?" His head was tilted, and his grin cocky.

"Wow," was all I said, "I should have expected that." I did a turn and squared off with Robin, "What about you Robin?" He immediately gave me a weird look, I sighed and added, "Never mind, I'll just wear Cyborg's shirt."

Robin shook his head, defeated, "Fine, I'm sure I have SOMETHING that will fit you."

I gave him my most charming smile, "Lead the way." He shook his head and we walked up to his room. I was really uncomfortable; I am not good with people when I first meet them. We walked up to his room, and he led me inside. It was dark, clean, and stark. Yuck.

He walked over to his walk in closet. I gasped, "That is so not fair! How come you get a walk in closet! You only have one pair of clothes anyway," I muttered darkly.

Robin ignored me, he opened his door, and I gasped. He gave a satisfied smirk, it was stuffed full of any kind of boy clothes imaginable. He leaned in and began to ruffle through it.

"Now it should be in here somewhere..." he murmured, "Ah HA!" he exclaimed, pulling out a pair of baggy pants. The waistband was small though. I held them up to me, the waistband went up to my ribs, and I had four extra inches in each side of my leg. I mutely looked at Robin; he had to be kidding. He chuckled, "It's the smallest I have." I sighed and nodded, folding them up.

He continued to rifle through his closet, "Now there should be a good shirt in here, Ah HA!" He straightened triumphantly. He held out a black shirt with a very buxom woman in a string bikini. I got to wear that! I was honestly delighted; I never get cool clothes like that!

I gasped, "I love it!" I exclaimed. Robin looked at me, confused, and then he glanced at the picture. Immediately his cheeks turned bright red, he shoved it back in and pulled out a red shirt. I gave him my sad face, "But I liked the first one," I whined pitifully.

He turned scarlet, "No."

"But," I began, the whine-o-meter rising to 60.

"NO!" he practically yelled. He calmed himself down, "You are going to need a belt," he turned to get one out of his dresser. Quick as a flash I grabbed the shirt, shoving it under the red one. Robin turned around, none the wiser. "Here it is," I nodded.

"Thanks, I still like the first shirt though," I told him plaintively, my look was accusing.

"No," he told me patently, "Now go change." I instantly ran down to my room, and shut my door.

I pulled on the pants, hopping because they were four inches too long. I let go of the waistband and it fell down. I sighed; the belt was definitely needed. I pulled it on; the pants had so much extra cloth that the waistband was irritating. I took a step, and promptly fell down. The pants leg completely covered my foot. I sighed and rolled it up, putting on my sneakers to keep the pants above my feet. I grinned grabbing the black shirt; I pulled it on triumphantly. I paused; Robin was probably going to make me take it off. I pulled the red shirt on under it.

It was almost as big on me as Cyborg's. The bottom of the shirt went down to mid thigh. I re-braided my hair into two long pigtails, and pulled on my hat. I looked like an idiot, but that was okay. Better too big than too small any day!

I ran down to the living room. I reached the elevator and got in, when I reached the living room floor, I saw Robin. I guess he had noticed that his shirt was missing, he had decided to intercept me.

"Go upstairs and change," he told me dangerously.

I glared, "That's not fair, I NEVER get to wear cool shirts like these!" He was a full head taller than I was, so I couldn't go intimidating.

"Good for you, but no one is going to know I own that shirt. So you are going to change," he was standing firm.

I continued to walk, "I am GOING to wear it."

"Mage," he began in a more reasonable tone. "I don't want Sta--anybody to know I own a shirt like that."

I sighed, he was right, damn. "All right," I told him, he smiled. I grinned and began to pull it off right then and there. Robin's eyes widened, he glanced away, turning his back. "Oh chill, I got the red shirt on underneath." He turned around, receiving a black shirt in the face. "If you need to know, I'm mad at you," I told him, and stomped off to the living room.

I was moving so quickly that I tripped over the pants and went rolling in. EVERY ONE just had to glance back to see if I was okay.

"Mage, are you all right?" Starfire asked, floating towards me.

"Sure Star, I just fell down and went boom," I told her in a little voice. She gave me a lost look, "Don't worry about it Star. Would you give me a hand up?" I asked, sticking out my arm.

"Of course," she replied, pulling me to my feet.

I grabbed my hat and pulled it back on, then I stomped over to the coach. Every one was watching me, except Raven.

Finally Cyborg spoke up, "Um Mage, what are you doing?" he asked.

I had crossed my arms and slumped into the couch, scowling. "Sulking," I replied shortly. Raven raised an eyebrow, and put down her book.

Beast Boy sprang up, way to peppy, "Dude, why?"

I sighed, "Cause Robin won't let me use his Buxom Black shirt." I told them, my voice dark and scowl deepening.

Cyborg looked at me, lost, suddenly he started to laugh. "You saw that?"

I glanced up, sulk instantly forgotten, "Yeah..."

He grinned, "I thought he had burned it. He about killed me when I gave it to him."

I gasped, so that's how he got it... I started to laugh also, enjoying myself immensely.

Robin came in, Cyborg looked back, trying hard to stop laughing. He managed it, I think Robin knew what was going on though. Pretty quickly the boys and Raven went back to being boring. I sighed, what to do what to do. I know, I'll have a pillow fight!

I walked up to Star and tapped her on the shoulder, "Would you like to have a pillow fight?" I asked her, bouncing in my eagerness. Raven's head snapped up, she sensed danger.

"What is a, pillow fight?" Star asked slowly.

"People hit each other with pillows," I replied, fingering the pillow I had snagged earlier. Raven's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Why would you do that?" she asked innocently.

"I'll show you," I replied. Suddenly Star got a gentle face full of pillow.

"Oooh," she muttered. She grabbed her own pillow and whacked me with it. I barely brought up my pillow as a shield in time. Our fight began, with screams, flying pillows, and amazed spectators, including Raven.

"OW! Oh you done it now!"

"I will not hurt you friend Mage," a pillow flew at her, Star's eyes glowed, "Much."

"Oh!"

"Ow!"

"No!"

"Ha!"

"Hey!"

We continued to fight, then I was suddenly bored. I dropped my pillow, Star followed suit, "Why do you stop?" she asked sweetly.

"I need to stop before my adrenaline makes me do something stupid," I told her honestly. "Like attack Raven for instance," At that Raven looked up at me. I shook my head avidly; "I would NEVER do that, as I said that is a death wish." Raven relaxed and went back to her book.

I spent the rest of the time till lunch being bored. Joy for me, then we went to see Fang. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

A/N: How was that? I have the uncontrollable feeling that every one was out of character. Why, are they?

Cerberus5550: I love the plot line, you know I adore you. I would never have even gotten this for without your help. My characters feel messed though, help please. Um, yeah, I like that idea with the elf guy. He can control nature, I need other characters if I'm going to do that. I adore you. I really do. You are stupenderific. Bloody Angel X offered the idea of a villan who didn't 'speak' the same language as Mage. Magic language. I like that, any ideas to embroider it?

BloodyAngleX: I love your villan idea. I agree that Cerberus can be restrictive, but I kind of agree at the same time. I like to explain things, so I'm going in that direction. If I was going to go fantasy, it would have to start out in that direction. For me it's all or nothing. I like your suggestions though. With you and Cerberus helping me, I should find a nice middle ground. I got a plot idea, want to hear it? It is form Cerberus though.