The Titans mainframe was state of the art. It had 100 Sparc cores and a terabyte of primary memory. Of course, compared to the duotronic computers on the Enterprise or the Galileo it was an ancient relic, the equivalent of an abacus. Unfortunately the computers on the Galileo were damaged in the crash, so the Titans Sparc Supercluster would have to do. This of course meant that there wasn't a voice interface nor an AI that could interpret Spock's requests. He would have to encode his search algorithms the old fashioned way, using an ancient programming language that was deader in the 23rd century than Latin.
Spock worked methodically as he coded his algorithms, tying them into Cyborg's database. It was a task that would have taken an average human programmer months to complete, but he was able to complete the task in under 2 hours. After reviewing his code for any logic errors, of which he found none, he started the program. He estimated that it it would take 39 hours, 27 minutes and 14 seconds, with a margin of error of 3.73457 seconds, to complete its run.
As Spock rose from his chair the Titans crime alert klaxons began to blare. The door to his room slid open and Robin poked his head inside.
"It's Plasmus and Cinderblock! Stay here, we'll be back soon."
Spock nodded his understanding and Robin took off. Spock returned to his console and using a search engine looked up the two villains Robin had just mentioned.
"Beings made of sewage and concrete … fascinating."
-(-)-
Spock remained at his console, reading historical information that had been lost during the yet to happen world war. He wondered how the Titans would fare during the coming global conflict. He had heard apocryphal stories about Richard and Kori from his mother, but there was no way to know how accurate they were. If they were true then they would survive the war. As for Raven, Garfield and Victor, he had no information of any sort, other than the picture his mother showed him before he was sucked into the wormhole. There was no way of knowing if any of them would survive the war. There were no postwar records of them or of anyone who vaguely resembled the three. It was possible that after the war that Raven would return to Azarath, possibly taking Garfield with her. He also found a strange story in the mainframe about a woman named Sarasim, a prehistoric woman who was allegedly a romantic interest of Victor's. In any case, he didn't know what was going to happen, and perhaps that was for the best.
As Spock continued to read his console trilled, indicating that there was an incoming message from one of the Titans. He flipped a switch. Robin's face appeared on the console.
"Spock here."
"Mr. Spock, I need you to prepare the infirmary for Beast Boy, he's severely injured. Do you remember the protocols Cyborg taught you?"
The day before Cyborg had given Spock a quick run down of the infirmary's equipment and supplies.
"Affirmative. Are there any special instructions?"
Cyborg's face appeared on the screen.
"We're gonna need some of B's blood, at least 5 packets. Hurry, we're on our way back now."
"The infirmary will be ready upon your arrival. Spock out."
The Vulcan quickly headed to the Tower's hospital wing. While he often quarreled with Doctor McCoy, he respected his medical skills and caught himself wishing that the doctor, along with his 23rd century sick bay, could be present to treat the changeling, though he would probably complain and say "Dammit, Spock, I'm a Doctor, not a Veterinarian", while he saved Beast Boy's life.
Unfortunately, all that was available was medical technology from the early 21st century, plus Raven's inexplicable and tricorder defying healing abilities.
As soon as Spock finished preparing the med station his sensitive ears heard a lout clattering in the hallway. He left the infirmary's door open on purpose and the Titans burst through the entryway. Cyborg entered first, carrying the changeling, whose left arm had already been immobilized with a splint. He also wore a neck brace and was covered in blood. Raven followed next, her face blank as always, but he notice a very slight tremble in her exposed legs. Robin came in next, looking grim faced followed by Kori who was bawling.
He stepped away from the med station, where Cyborg deposited the unconscious changeling's body. Raven ran to his side and laid her hands on him, and the blue glow appeared. Cyborg gently pushed her back.
"Hold on, I gotta get some blood into him first. Once that's done and I get some dopamine pumped into him, he's all yours."
Raven stepped back. Her mask fell and Spock saw the grief and fear on her face. He quickly deduced that the changeling's injuries were more severe than usual. Cyborg worked with amazing efficiency. When he first met the Titans, Spock misjudged them, thinking that they were undisciplined juveniles. What he was seeing at the moment was that they were a well trained team, and that when it mattered they could be as serious and focused as any Vulcan.
"I'm done, little lady, you can take over now."
Once again, Raven laid her small gray hands on Garfield's torso and the glowing blue light appeared. Spock had his tricorder with him, and while it couldn't read Ravens healing light, it could read the changeling's life signs.
"He is showing signs of improvement … vascular system is stabilizing … blood oxygen levels approaching normal … synaptic activity improving ..."
Spock saw beads of sweat forming on Raven's brow, and she bit her lower lip as she concentrated. While his tricorder couldn't see her magic, it could see that she was being physically stressed and drained by whatever she was doing."
"Miss Raven, your blood pressure is 182 over 117, I recommend that you desist in your actions."
"Just a little more." She replied between clenched teeth.
"Miss Raven, if you persist, you will harm yourself."
"I'm half demon … I can handle it."
"Garfield's life signs are now stable, there is no point in continuing."
Raven stepped back, her blue light evaporated as she withdrew her hands. Her eyes rolled up and she collapsed, falling backward. Starfire, who was right behind her, caught her before she hit the floor. She carried the sorceress over to her own med station, quickly applying an IV to her friend. She then knelt over Raven who opened her eyes and slowly blinked.
"Your beloved is safe; rest, dear friend. All will be well."
Raven closed her eyes and fell asleep. Starfire caressed her forehead. She then walked over to Beast Boy's station and also caressed him.
"Your friends are safe." Spock remarked as he turned off his tricorder. I must say that I am impressed with Miss Raven's healing abilities. Garfield had several internal injuries, which she was able to heal."
"Raven is a very special person. I know she can appear to be the cold and indifferent, but I know that she cares very much about us."
"Especially for young Mr, Logan." He remarked. "She was placing herself in peril during her healing process. She could have had an aneurysm."
"Raven is correct in that she is more resilient than an ordinary human, but even if she was not, Beast Boy is her heart mate. She would do anything to save him."
Spock nodded his understanding.
-(-)-
Several hours later …
Raven woke up, slowly blinking her eyes, feeling disoriented. The room was dark, meaning it was nighttime. She heard the steady beep of an electrocardiograph and she quickly recalled what had happened. She sat up and groaned, as her whole body felt stiff and sore. Of course it would, she nearly killed herself trying to heal Garfield's many injuries.
The mission was an unmitigated disaster. Not only did Cinderblock almost turn Beast Boy into ground beef, but he and Plasmus escaped in what could only be described as a comedy of errors by the Titans. It was one of their worst performances of all time, and Garfield paid the price as he was caught off guard by the villains.
Raven didn't want to think about it, especially since Robin would read the whole team the riot act for the clusterfrack they all helped happen. But there was something about the the two villains that seemed wrong. They were too competent, they could almost predict the Titans every move, which meant one thing …
"Slade" she whispered to herself as she looked over at Beast Boy's med station. To her surprise he was awake and looking at her.
"Yeah, that's what I think too." He whispered.
Raven got up and walked over to him. Her legs felt rubbery. She had never done a healing job like this one, and despite her bravado about being able to "handle it" she realized that Spock was right, had she persevered any longer she might have died herself.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"I've been worse."
"No, you haven't. You lost almost half your blood, broke your arm, cracked a vertebrae in your neck, your spleen ruptured and you had internal bleeding in several places."
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah." She replied as sheclosed her eyes. "Don't ever do that again … if I lost you …"
She turned away, fighting back the tears welling in her eyes.
"I'll be more careful, I promise."
She kept her back to him.
"Rave?"
She quickly turned around and locked lips with him. After a blissful eternity they separated.
"You'd better be more careful." She growled before resuming their smoochfest.
Spock watched through the window in the door, before discretely walking away. He came to check on them. Seeing them engaging in human affection exchange told him that both were recovering. He estimated that there was a probability of 98.79% that Cyborg would discharge them in the morning and a 79.23% chance that they would discharge themselves within several minutes. As he walked back to the common room he attempted to calculate the probability of their returning to their room and engaging in coitus. He quickly concluded that he lacked sufficient data to make an accurate estimate and simply concluded that it was greater that 62%. There were some aspects of human behavior he did not fully grasp, and their insatiable desire to mate was one of those aspects.
The common room doors opened and he entered. The lights were dimmed and only Robin was present, drinking coffee as he reviewed the disastrous encounter on his laptop computer.
"Raven and Garfield are awake."
Robin looked up. "Good."
"If you wish to talk with them, you should go now."
"I know, they're gonna discharge themselves. It's OK, I'll talk with them in the morning."
Spock sat down next to his ancestor. While Robin was indeed a human, chock full of emotions he didn't always try to hide or control, Spock was nonetheless impressed with the self discipline he displayed.
"I have been analyzing past encounters between your team and these super villains, as you call them."
"If you're going to say that today they were different, then I fully agree."
"I have also calculated that there is a 99.785% probability that Slade orchestrated this encounter."
Robin looked up from his computer. "I came to the same conclusion, without your statistical precision."
"So, you are saying that you reached this conclusion without the aid of mathematical analysis?"
"Yeah, it was a pretty strong hunch."
As a younger Starfleet officer Spock felt a great deal of skepticism towards what humans called 'intuition', that is until he met a certain James Tiberius Kirk. Spock often speculated that humans actually did perform analysis at a subconscious level, and called it intuition. He couldn't prove it though, at least not yet. Once he could, he would submit a paper to the Daystrom Institute.
"A hunch?" Spock asked.
"It fits Slade's past actions. He likes to stay a step ahead of us."
"And thus catch you unprepared?"
Robin sighed. "Yeah … sometimes I wonder if we'll ever catch him … if only I could figure out where his lair is, but I always hit dead ends."
"Perhaps you will be successful in the future."
"I'll never stop trying."
Spock rose from his chair.
"It is late, I will take my leave."
Robin nodded. "Good night, Spock."
"Good night." He replied before walking out the door.
As Spock walked back to his room he performed some mental calculations.
There was roughly a 67% percent chance that the Titans would eventually catch and imprison Slade. But there was also a 43% probability that Slade would kill either Grandfather Richard or Grandmother Kori before he was caught.
Something would have to be done about that.