A/N: What did you think of the last chapter? I liked it, I'm sorry about the wait for an update. My computer has some form of virus. I haven't even written my story yet, and I'm already apologizing. I guess you can guess the condition of my computer.

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I began to feel a little immature and guilty as I left, I hadn't damaged the bag TOO much, but it hadn't been necessary. Now this might make it mad and thus MORE aggravating, I was just hoping it would do the opposite. As I entered the living room I was feeling that old familiar sense of reluctant shame. For once my guard was down and my mask was off, I was fully and totally letting my emotions show.

Many of you might think this makes me like Raven, and to some degree it does. The difference is that I still feel my emotions, and have no problem with them. If I'm angry I am angry and that's the end of the story. The thing is that I don't like letting other people close to me, it's not really a conscious decision. I trust people to a certain degree, and I believe that ALL people have something worth respecting in them. Maybe it's hidden and masked, but its there.

This makes people think I trust them, because I trust them to act as well as I think they can. Basically I have high standards, and so far no one has broken them badly enough to bother me. But back to the point, I like to deal with my problems on my own. It is rare and far between that you will see me ask for help on something more important than opening a jar. I tend to learn a lesson better (and it's kinder to my pride) if I learn it myself.

If I let people see how I'm feeling, they are going to try and help me. When they help me, everything just seems to get worse in my eyes. If I have a somewhat dangerous cut, when dealing with it alone it seems like a paper cut to me. I also get over it as easily as a paper cut; though it really is more important. If I deal with it with others, it becomes a fatal wound that can cause me to bleed to death. Well, maybe I exaggerated; it's more of a cut that needs stitches. Either way other people make my molehills into mountains.

So I just try to keep myself distanced from other people, when you step back you can see problems as they really are. Most of my life I had stepped back, thus managing to keep myself from any serious dilemmas. I tend to get my pain through other people; I care far more about their problems then my own. It can all get very annoying; I knew the Titans were going to mess up my balance.

With these jumbled and rambling thoughts heavy on my mind I walked into the living room. At first I didn't notice Raven, but she noticed me. I walked gloomily over to the couch, relishing the romantic ness of a lonely child dealing with her profound problems on her own. I glanced up and locked gazes with Raven. I felt a pang of shock go through me; I had let her see me without my mask.

This might seem little; she only saw it for a few seconds. As soon as I had noticed her it had slipped back on. The dangerous bit was that now she knew the difference between my mask and reality. I wouldn't worry or even mind with most people, but she is one smart cookie. I felt myself relax and smile, if anyone had to know the difference I would have it be Raven.

As much as I feel inferior and a little nervous around her, she's the kind of person I instantly trust. Who would have thought that Raven would have been my choice for trust?

"Hey Raven," I murmured noncommittally.

She just nodded in my direction; at least she acknowledged that I EXIST this time. I settled back against the couch, once again unable to get comfortable. Raven was staring at me; I was beginning to get REALLY uncomfortable.

I looked over at her, she was reading her book. I relaxed and settled back again, instantly I had the feeling that she was still watching me. I snapped my head around to look at her, tensing. It was bad enough that I had my back to her, as a rule I try not to do that. For some reason it makes me feel like someone is about to attack me, call me paranoid.

I forced myself not too look at her, I will not look at her, no definitely not... I shivered, imagining her lazervisioning my back into nothingness. She HAD to be looking at me. I violently snapped my head around and stared at her. She was once again reading a book.

Okkaaayyyy... That was it; I had to get out of there... I could read a book, except I read all of mine. Then I could go... I began to search my brain frantically, almost like I was racing away from a predator. My shoulders began to twitch, and then an itch climbed up my spine. In desperation I grabbed the first thing that popped into my mind, looking for my new room.

I paused and then thought about what I had decided, that was actually a good choice. Why hadn't I thought of that earlier? The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end; I guess I better go do it now. I tensed for a second, then carefully stood and with deliberate slowness, walked out of the room. As soon as I turned the corner I felt myself relax.

I HATE it when people stare at me; I guess it makes me feel vulnerable. With a relieved skip I headed to the elevator and stepped in.

I just stood there for a second, 'I'm looking for a good bedroom,' I began, immediately I got the feeling that the elevator was listening. 'Do you have any ideas?'

Unprepared I wobbled as the elevator started on its own, if I hadn't been near a wall I probably would have fallen. As we moved the elevator began to speak, 'Yes on the seventh floor there is a room with a kitchen and its own bathroom.' I couldn't help but smile, 'The Teens don't know about it, except for Raven,' it added as a warning. Its voice sounded unusually synthetic, which was odd for an entity. 'It's very self reliant,' It finished, knowing that the room sounded perfect.

'OH,' I breathed, 'That sounds PERFECT, thank you so much,' I finished. It was always best to be extremely polite to all entities; they generally were stronger than you.

'NO problem,' it told me, dinging as it reached the right floor. I waited for it too stabilize 'It's the seventh door on the right.' I blinked, seven seven! The elevator laughed, 'We often call it the Seventh Son, after your human myths about them.'

I laughed and got off; the old human myths stated that the seventh son of a seventh son has mystical powers. It is quite an interesting idea, but I could never get Wind to explain to me WHY that myth started. I slowly walked down to the correct door, "One," I murmured, nearly silent in my walk. I was lucky with that, I haven't grown in a few years (I had a HORRIBLE growth spurt at nine) so I have a very nice sense of balance. This, luckily enough, gives me a surprisingly large amount of grace.

"Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and..." I paused and looked at the door, "Seven." I tried the handle, and was disturbed to find that it was locked.

The room began to awaken, 'Silly human, I'm locked,' it muttered to itself.

I grinned wryly, 'I know that,' I told it, it instantly was silent, 'Would you mind unlocking yourself?'

I heard a rustling in the door, and a click. 'You're Mage aren't you?' it asked comfortably.

'Mmm Hmm,' I murmured, busy looking at the room itself. It was basically a white box. It was a nice size, surprisingly tall and a lovely wood floor. It had one wall, opposite the door, that had a HUGE window on it. I smiled, I loved it. 'Would you mind if I moved in here?' I asked nervously, not sure of the right protocol.

It paused and honestly thought, this somehow instantly endeared me too it. 'Well, I don't know,' It replied, thinking as it spoke. 'I don't know you, so I wouldn't know if I'd mind.'

I nodded, 'Fair point,' I replied honestly, 'Would you mind a trial era, say a week or so?' I was walking around and noted a walk in closet and two doors. Each on a wall that touches the door I entered in.

The room was silent, and seemed to laugh for a bit. Then I noticed the tell tale sound of Wind. 'You know what, just move right on in. Wind was talking to me, and I think we'll get along nicely.'

It went right back into its laughter. My feathers were a little ruffled, but I managed to hide that when I replied. 'Thank-you, it's REALLY sweet of you.'

I walked over to the door to my left and tried it; it opened into another colorless room. I stepped in and instantly noticed a different tone to this room. It was older almost wiser and gentler, like a kind old lady. It 'awoke' drowsily, 'Who's here?' It asked softly, I quickly realized that it was a kitchen.

'Mage,' I replied, 'I'm moving into the room next door,' then I decided to suck up a little. 'It was kind enough to let me stay, and I was hoping that you would allow me to cook in here?' I made sure to sound sweet and simple, my most often tactic.

'Of course my dear!' then it added as an after thought, 'but only of you are respectful.'

Honestly a little insulted I replied, 'Of course, that isn't even a question with me.'

I had difficulty hiding the fact that I was miffed, 'I meant no offense,' it laughed. Why do the entities always end up more mature then me? You have no idea how annoying that is!

I smiled and dropped the conversation, beginning to look around. It was divided into two sections; the divider was a wood bar, as in for drinks. On the side closest to the hallway, was the kitchen. All of the walls had cabinets, and underneath them a counter, running around them. It was a nice lemony wood, almost a pale off white. The line of counter and cabinets were only broken by a sink, dish washer, stove, and a refrigerator.

ON the other side of the counter was a single table. It had nothing on the walls, and the wall directly across from the hall was a giant window. The view was the city, it was beautiful. I instantly thought of my dreams of having an apartment in a city. I had, had those BEFORE I had actually been in one. Yet, for a moment I could see why I had had those dreams. I smiled; it would be lovely eating there.

I left and went back into the empty future bed room and tried the other door. It opened into a cramped little bathroom. I smiled; it had a shower, toilet, and sink, all in a closet sized space. As cramped as it was, it was all I needed. The same as the other rooms, it was WHITE, boring old white.

'Who are you?' it asked in a bored tone.

'Mage, I'm moving in next door,' I told it. It continued a superior silence, 'I was hoping,' I added somewhat testily, 'That I could use you?'

It remained silent, ignoring me. Why that pompous brat, that was the problem with entities. Generally they were either more mature (and thus ego squashing) than you, or they were petulant and arrogant. I waited for a minute then continued, 'Are you going to answer me, or am I going to use you whether you like it or not,' I finished shortly. First the punching bag then this excuse for a bathroom, I was not having a good day.

It stirred angrily, 'Very well then,' it replied shortly, 'You may.' At that it fell silent; I hoped that silence was its normal condition!

I left angrily and walked down to the living room, I would move in tomorrow. Hopefully that closet with a sink would have gained some manners! You may think I'm over reacting, but the entities send out VERY strong emotions. I always notice them, it's like when you walk into a room and are instantly calmed down. That's the room talking to you, so when an entity is rude I feel it like a headache.

I calmed down as I walked down the hallway, its goodwill soothing my pride. With a completely changed mood I reached the elevator. 'Hey there,' I commented as I pushed the button.

'Hello yourself,' it replied cheerfully, 'I take it was to your liking?' it asked with amusement.

I nodded, then realized it couldn't see, 'Yes indeed, thank you for pointing it out.'

'No problem,' it finished with a whirr, opening its doors.

With a somewhat more cheerful mood, I headed down to the kitchen. I paused in front of the living room and saw that the teens were all busy 'hanging out.' I didn't want their attention, so I softly tiptoed into the kitchen.

As soon as I entered it, I paused and looked around. "Now why did I come in here again?" I murmured in a lost voice. With a shake of my head I walked over to the refrigerator, "I'm all ready gaining alts-hemmers."

I noticed a winy little whisper, yet it was dangerous. 'Girl coming, hide in mold. Must send information, not get caught. SLADE.' At that last note I immediately turned tail and headed back to the living room. 'She left, why leave, listen, listen,' I heard it whisper in that annoying whiny tone.

I marched straight to the TV, and then turned up the volume to blasting. 'Can't hear,' it whispered, 'Stupid girl!'

Raven looked up at me and glowered, the rest of the Teens looked less than impressed. I felt my ear drums burn with the effort of ignoring the TV and listening the sound of something as loud as a falling blade of grass. "Turn that down," Raven growled; I could only pray that the THING in the fridge hadn't heard her. I certainly had, with my ears tuned to the machine, she sounded like an atom bomb.

I shook my head violently, "There's some form of bug," I whispered urgently. I hadn't finished, but immediately all the boys groaned. I gave them a glare, "A MECHANICAL," I hissed, "Bug. It's in the fridge." They just stared at me, I sighed in exasperation.

You see, I wasn't freaking out because this situation was so WEIRD! I immediately put on my panic face and made myself start to shake. "It said something about Slade," I hissed, lacing my voice with counterfeit panic. The device didn't have the tone of assassin, so I wasn't terrified.

Robin's eyes widened and the other teens got suddenly serious. I relaxed, but kept my mask of panic laced on. It seems that panic was the only thing that got these IMBECILES moving. Robin turned and nodded to the teens and walked over to the kitchen. The rest followed suit, including me. Robin was whispering anger and revenge, to tell the truth his 'language's' vehemence frightened me. The rest of the teens were just serious, and more than a little nervous.

He stopped in front of the fridge, I heard the machine whispering. 'The sludge girl got her stupid friends!' it whispered angrily.

My eyes widened, Robin grabbed the handle of the fridge door. His weapon was ready, as were all of the other teen's powers. He began to open it, and then I heard the counter melody of assassin. The machine was willing to kill someone; I gasped and turned to Robin. Everything slowed down; the machine rustled under blue mold then launched itself at ME! I guess that was to be expected, I was standing DIRECTLY in front of the door.

My eyes widened, "I really need to clean out that fridge," I thought absent mindedly. IT was sailing towards me in slow motion. I pulled my arm up in front of me, the shield unfolding at the same time as my thoughts. Suddenly everything slammed back into normal time with the sound of a fast forwarding video.

I leapt backwards as Robin's staff slammed the machine INCHES from my nose. The machine sailed to my left as Raven's aura quickly enveloped it. I blinked slowly then looked at Robin; he gave me a quick smile then walked over to Raven. I was NEVER yelling or in any other form angering Robin. I need him to kill EVIL whiny little BUG MACHINES for me.

I took a breath and turned to Raven, the other teens were just ignoring me. As bruising as that was to my pride, it was nice that they didn't see me freak out. They were yelling at each other over the still booming TV.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?" Robin yelled to Cyborg.

"I'LL HAVE TO BRING IT TO MY LAB," he yelled back.

With a roll of my eyes I marched into the living room and turned off the TV. I may not be much of a fighter, but I have more common sense than all of them put together. Which might be why I'm not a fighter... Huh, I'll have to think about that!

"WILL SOMEONE," Raven yelled, stopping at the sudden silence. She turned to me as I entered the kitchen, "Thank you."

I gave her a nod in response, the rest of the teens brushed past me. They were all intent on the bug thing. I vaguely noticed that Cyborg was holding it, my eyes widened.

I quickly stepped behind Raven, "No, Cyborg let Raven use her power," I told them quickly.

Cy looked over at me, exasperated, "It's dead Mage," he told me, "Robin killed it," he finished with a pointed glare.

I shook my head violently, "I would know if it was dead, trust me, it's playing possum."

'Get,' I heard it begin, I didn't wait to hear what it was going to say. Soon it was going to launch at someone.

'Freeze,' I whispered calmly, it launched at Robin's back right when I spoke. I felt my power wrap around it, and I noticed Robin swiftly turn to face it. I wrapped my tendrils of power around it and drained it of its force. It froze, perfectly, for the first time ever I froze something in mid air without difficulty. Robin, the brilliant idiot, kept turning. His staff slammed the machine, or rather my power.

I absorbed the shock, to keep the machine in place and unharmed. As it was, to keep it floating I had to absorb gravity. I was weighed down and off balance; Robin's blow (that I absorbed) sent me reeling back. I gasped and brought my hands up around my head; that was going to be one migraine.

I focused on the machine as I fell against the wall, as I steadied myself I was pleased to note that it didn't tremble once. As large as my fall had seemed to me, no one else noticed. Also, in the split second that I held the machine, no one had noticed its sudden end of movement. For some reason I liked it that way, as odd as it sounded I didn't really trust the teens.

"Thanks Raven," Cyborg commented, "Lets take it to the lab now." They walked off, leaving me behind, as their voices trailed off I found my self relaxing.

I'll have to form an alliance, and loyalty, to and from this tower. That way if anything like this happens again I'll know about it. My power has the chance to be invincible, theoretically, and as little as I cared about power it would be useful to have it perfected. With a shake of my head I headed into the shower to get clean before bed. As it was it was all ready ten PM, I wouldn't get to sleep till eleven. If I was lucky the teens would forget about me, I tend to work alone.

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A/N: So, how was it? Also, there is a magician that is a villain in one of the shows. What's his name? Sorry I haven't responded to reviews, I have waited too long too update.