I'm posting the first actual chapter on the same time I'm posting the prologue, so don't expect such quick updates. I already have the third one ready, just need to fix any problems or faults. Also, a quick shout-out! I'm in search for any beta-readers for my new story. So, if anyone out there would like to help me... That's greatly appreciated.

Anyways, with that out of the way... Enjot reading!

Also, forgot in the last one: Disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, own Danny Phantom, nor the Teen Titans.

Thank you, and enjoy reading!

#Update: June 6, 2019#

Just doing a few updates, adding in lines and changing a few things here and there. Nothing much people, nothing to see here!

Chapter 1: Night's Darkness

Danny has seen Sam in many states.

He's seen her livid, angry beyond control. Luckily, he's never been at the other end of an extremely angry Sam when she was like that. He's seen her happy, happy beyond belief. With a brilliant smile that made him smile as well, even during the thoughest times. He's seen her disgusted, irritated, he's seen her (and still does) in love. With him, of course.

He's seen her sad before, when tears had spilled. Those are her worst moments when she seems to curl up into herself and form this proverbial wall that only he could get through so he could comfort her. The last time she'd been like that was when she heard that her uncle had passed away last year.

None of them, none of those moments compared against now. None compared against Sam's current state.

She looked drained, eyes tired and red, puffy around the edges from crying. Tear-streaks covered her cheeks, and her black eye-liner had mixed in a little, making her seem all the more worse. Her hair was disheveled, ruffled and clumped from her hands rubbing and grabbing at the locks to keep themselves busy. He's sure that once she sees herself in a mirror she'll either scream at herself or break down even further.

She was sat on her bed, eyes looking at nothing. Her mind was elsewhere, contemplating, processing. Taking in the revelation. It has been a few hours since her discovery.

Even he had it tough to absorb what she'd discovered. And he faces ghosts on a daily basis!

Sam had called him a bit later in the day, somewhere around the afternoon. At first he had thought that maybe she wanted to apologize for leaving them alone like that all of a sudden on their way home from a nice hang-out, perhaps prove him and Tucker that they'd been wrong about her being adopted.

Instead, she was a blabbering, sobbing mess on the phone, hardly getting a few words through her crying. It took some effort, but he was able to hear her out, and what she told him had left the halfa surprised beyond belief. He'd quickly promised to come over, ended the call and left his room without even telling Jazz or his parents were he was going. He'd been so busy heading to Sam's place that he'd forgotten he could fly. Quickly hiding himself, Danny had turned into Phantom, and streaked through the sky, going faster than ever before, arriving in record time.

He'd phased through the room's window, and before the halfa even had the chance to turn back, Sam had flung herself into him, sobbing and crying against his shoulder.

He managed to get her to stop crying too hard, change back to human, and help her in her bed, where she took a meditative position (although she wasn't meditating, oh no). She told him everything through the tears that remained, and he had listened, taking it all in and telling her sweet nothings to try and help the goth-girl to stop crying and calm down some more.

Now, he was sifting through the photo's inside the brown envelope. He was stunned, speechless beyond believe. Sure, he didn't really like the Manson's that much, quite the same like Sam, really. Her parents didn't exactly know yet about their newfound relationship yet, but their friendship was already being looked at as wrong and freakish. But he didn't think they'd be so cruel as to not tell Sam she was, in fact, adopted. That she had another family.

As weird as they appeared. He means, a guy who has green skin? Called Garfield? It almost looked like a joke, if the atmosphere wasn't so somber.

"What do I do?"

He looked up from the pictures, regarding his girlfriend with worry. Her voice was like a whisper, drained and empty. The life and spark in her eyes was dim and weak, and that strong way she always holds herself, even when around him, was stripped away like it was nothing. It was like watching a husk or hearing those detached voices in the Ghost Zone.

"I… I don't know, Sam. It's… A lot to take in." He admits heavily after thinking about it a little. He didn't know what to do, these are her parents, err, adopted parents, and she's the only one who knows how to handle them. All he can do is be her support. Be there for her, show he's there and caring for her.

"I know." She mumbles softly, head hanging lower before she sighs and looks up at him again. "What… About you? Are you alright?"

He shrugged, giving a soft noncommitted sound. "I think it's still sinking in."

That at least earned him a small, light chuckle. He'll make do, though, knowing with that that she'll be fine. In the end.

The mood quickly sobered though, and Danny sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck. Tucker had only asked out of pure curiosity, an innocent question that didn't have any real meaning. But now, Danny finds out that it wasn't so innocent and harmless after all. Just looking at Sam like this hurt him, right in the heart. In his core and his soul. Everywhere hurt seeing Sam, the girl he loves beyond anything, like this.

She wasn't herself. She looked… Defeated. She's never looked defeated before! Sam always keeps a high air about herself. Maybe it would seem egocentric from an outsiders view, but he and Tucker know that's Sam just showing who she is. An independent person who doesn't care for anything she doesn't agree with.

Now she looks… Terrible. Lost. A ghost of herself (pun not intended).

He took a seat next to her, and she scooted closer, letting her head rest against his shoulder. He looped an arm around her waist, giving it a light squeeze to show he's here for her. She closed her eyes, sighing before wrapping her arms around him in a sideways hug.

"It'll be alright, Sam. I know you'll figure something out." He tries to encourage her, but it doesn't really seem to work.

"I just learned I'm adopted." She said, almost spitting out the last word with disdain. "My parents aren't my real parents, they've kept this a secret for years! Danny, I'm sixteen, I should have known by now! Any adopted kid does!"

"Almost any." He added quickly, earning him a glare, although it lacks its normal strength.

"Maybe, but… You would think they'd tell me at some point. How didn't I see it before?"

He shrugged, the movement jostling her head a little. She put a few strands behind her ear, frowning at something else that comes to her mind.

"What could have happened to them?"

"Hmm?" He arches an eyebrow, unsure what she's talking about now.

"My birth-parents." Sam explains, pointing at one of the pictures showing both together with a baby Sam. All three were smiling lightly. "What happened to them?"

"I don't know, Sam. You'll have to ask your parents, err, adopted parents."

She cringed at the word, and he squeezed her closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. If only he could just take away all the pain, take it all away and get his Sam back. Right now, she's like a shell of herself. Not like he doesn't understand why. He totally does, even if he doesn't know what she might be going through completely. He isn't adopted, Danny knows that for sure.

But Sam's question isn't a bad one. What did happen to her real parents? Where are they? Are they… Still alive?

Neither knew the answer. They did, however, know who might.

"I need to talk with my parents."

Tucker had been called over a few minutes later, the techno-geek updated on the state of affairs. To say he was stunned would be an understatement. Suddenly he understood very well why Sam looked worse for wear.

They gathered together in the living room, Danny offering to make some dinner before her parents get home. Sam agreed greedily, her stomach declaring it's hunger with a growl, taking her slightly by surprise. Tucker was willing enough thanks to the situation to allow Danny to make some of Sam's favorite vegetarian meals. He can be irritating, but he isn't cruel or heartless!

Sam her parents arrived at the moment they'd all finished eating, putting away the dishes. Neither Manson was happy to see the two boys together with their daughter. Well, they were about to find out something.

"M-Mom, Dad, can I talk with you?"

The adults looked away from the two teen boys for a moment to regard their daughter with confused looks. Her voice had been hesitant when she called them 'mom' and 'dad'.

"Samikins, what's wrong?" Pamela asked with worry, already moving to pull her daughter in a hug. Both parents had noticed her disheveled look. They feared the worst.

Before she could hug Sam, though, the goth-girl pulled away, eyes closing and face contorting with pain. Pamela stopped, startled. Sure, their daughter can be rebellious, but now it's like it hurts her to be with them all of a sudden. An inkling of fear was rising in the older Manson's their heads.

"I'll grab them." Danny offered softly, putting a supporting hand on Sam's shoulder. She sighed before nodding. He returned the gesture before heading up the stairs and to her bedroom, grabbing the envelope with pictures and taking a single one out to show. He looked at it with a small smile. If her real parents are still alive, he'd very much like to meet them. They look like good people.

Back downstairs, Sam and her parents had moved to the living room, and Tucker was standing behind his friend, one hand on her shoulder to keep her steady as she looked at her 'parents'. She offered him a meek smile, and he tried to return it, but it mixed a little with a grimace. She really didn't look good. Like she'd almost had a heart-attack. 'She could have, from the shock alone.'

Danny appeared, envelope behind his back and clutched in his hands. Sam noticed when he had walked inside, and after making sure she had both her friend and her boyfriend there to support her, she turned to her 'parents', who were fidgeting on the spot. It was like they were being overheard, by their own daughter and her friends.

"I… I was going through the attic, when I found something." Sam started, taking a few shuddering breaths as she remembers the moment. The moment that changed her entire life. Danny squeezed the shoulder he was holding, and she smiled up at him, some semblance of herself returning with the support of the two boys.

"Sammy, what did you find?" Her father, no, adopted father asked. Sam cast them a mournful look before taking Danny's hand and nodding her head. He gave a curt nod before walking forwards a little. He deposited the brown file, the picture he took of the birthday celebration on top, onto the table between the two sides.

Pamela gasped, hands reaching for her mouth. Jeremy paled, eyes falling dead-center onto the cursed envelope. The three teens let them for a moment, allowing the severe-ness of the discovery settle in.

"…You found it." Pamela finally breathed after recollecting herself. Tears were still stinging her eyes, but she was keeping up a hard face, trying to remain strong and impassive.

"We'd hope you wouldn't." Her husband added with a sigh, hand reaching out to take the photo lying on top. He grimaced at the nice sight, seeing their little girl happy together with her real parents.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam asked, having gathered her courage together to stand up, her two friends siding her for support and comfort. She took it in with greed. "W-why didn't you tell me I was adopted?"

The two parents, no again, adopted parents shared a glance, silently communicating on what to do. Their daughter really looks like she's taking it bad. Eventually they decided.

"We had to protect you, Sam."

She blinked, a bit of her prior fear falling away. Protect her? Protect her from what?

"Sorry if we're being a bother, Mr. And Mrs. Manson, but what do you mean with 'protect her'?" Danny asked, cutting through the silence that had followed afterwards. The two adults glared at the boy. They never really liked him, a bad influence of Sam and everything, and all three teens were silently glad they didn't know about him and Sam yet. Still, Sam didn't like the way they glared at her boyfriend like that. He's helping her cope! The same with Tucker!

"That's all we can tell you. We had to protect her, so we took her in as our daughter."

"And we love her like our daughter as well." Jeremy quickly added, hoping to get some favor back from their daughter.

The heart-wrenching glare they got in return wasn't the answer they had hoped for.

"What are you protecting me from? Why didn't you guys tell me?" Sam's voice was on the edge of pleading and angry, her glare growing stronger with every second. The two boys at her side casted wary glances at their only real female friend, worried that she was getting a bit overboard with her anger.

"Because we believe it's for the better if you don't know." Pamela stated, being as vague as you can possibly be. Sam her glare grew in intensity, her hands balling together at her sides.

"Then at least tell me where my birth-parents are!"

Again, the two adults shared a glance, and Jeremy gently shook his head. Pamela sighed before regarding their daughter.

"We can't, dear. For your own safety."

Sam was shaking, hard, and Danny quickly grabbed her shoulders before she could do something bad. She glared at him, although less strong then what her parents had faced, and he shook his head, unfazed with her anger. It was only logical she was being like this right now.

"They're not worth it, Sam." He whispered, and after a few seconds, she took a deep breath, calming herself down. Her fists loosened before resting flat against her sides. She took a few last controlled breaths before opening her eyes again, glare gone.

Instead, they were filled with disappointment. Her voice had turned to a whisper, energy tapped away like it was nothing.

"I'm going to bed."

She left the room before either side could argue.

She didn't know what she was doing.

It had started simple. Wallowing in disappointment about her adopted parents, sulking in her room after she'd tried to clean ehrself up a little. Even the shower though hadn't gotten her any closer to an answer. She had hoped for at least something. A hint, a tip, a quick explanation before falling into silence. Anything. Sure, walking out was a bit cowardice, but she didn't care right now. They should have told her something!

Instead she was left with nothing. No place of living, no information about their jobs, or anything, really. All she had was two first names and a last name.

Rachel and Garfield Logan.

Who are they? Where do they live, or did they live? Are they… Are they still alive?

Her eyes fell across her room as she lied in her bed, hair sprawled and arms flung around herself. She so dearly wanted answers, to know something about them. She'd changed into some proper clothes to keep some resemblance of herself going, but that mental picture was quickly falling apart. If the two adults downstairs aren't her parents, then who is she in retrospect to them?

By pure coincidence, the goth-girl's sights fell onto her laptop.

And suddenly she felt like a complete idiot.

She was out of her bed and at her desk, waiting impatiently for her laptop to boot up, in seconds. As soon as it was on she went for the internet, typing in the set of names.

Sure, she can expect that not all information will be accurate or true, but it's better than nothing, right?

What she saw made her face paler than it already was from exhaustion. The first search-result already had her captivated and shocked all at once.

'Teen Titans missing for whole year. Jump City mourns loss of local heroes.'

The headliner of the online article itself left her stunned. And the pictures supplied did more. Her breath quickened, coming shorter and faster, just like the beat of her heart.

It was them. They looked only a hint younger, but it really was them.

Raven and Beast Boy, the second married couple in the five-member team.

Rachel and Garfield Logan, even if their names weren't actually mentioned in the article itself (most likely their real, hidden identities), she was smart enough to make the connection. The pictures of the couple spoke enough. Of course, she had grown so used to being around weird things (ghosts are stranger than anything imaginable!) that she had hardly questioned her biological dad's green complexion or her mother's strange purple hair and eyes (like her own). But now… Now she finally understood why.

He's a hero, She's a hero! Heroes with powers. Her real parents are heroes!

And they haven't been seen in years.

The article Sam had found was old, years old. She had been close to three when it had happened, she calculated, roughly turned four when the article was released. Now, twelve years later, they've already been gone missing for over thirteen years.

Next week was the scheduled memorial in Jump City.

Her backpack and all sorts of stuff was on her bed before you could say 'BEWARE'.

Her head was spinning, reeling with the information. She finally knows what has happened, for the most part. She knows where they lived, what they did. Her parents were heroes! Heroes that saved lives, protected innocents, fought crime and evil. Heroes that had left on a mission and haven't come back yet.

Were they still alive? The goth-girl knew that with what little information she has, the chances are slim she'll find out, ever. But the fact she knows where they once lived was enough. Enough to get her moving, to cause a new burst of energy inside her body.

Only when she looked up the exact location of Jump City did Sam do a backtrack.

It wasn't close-by, the West Coast. She lives in Minnesota, inland, Jump City lies in California.

But if she remembers correctly there should be a train heading that way departing from Amity Park Central Station. Or at least one that could get her closer.

All Sam needs is a ticket, and she can easily afford one.

All she has to do is scan her credit-card.

But before that, she'll have to empty out some cash for on the way. When her parents find out -and they will, she realizes that- she has to be able to rely on getting food and drinks without needing her credit-card, because that will most-likely be the first thing she'll be cut off from when they start searching for her.

If they realize it by then.

Grabbing her wallet and making sure she has enough cash on her, she gets ready by planning what to do. To start, she'll be heading to the station, from there taking the train, and when arriving at her destination she'll be heading to the nearest cash-machine and clean out what cash she can carry on herself safely.

With luck, when she arrives they won't know yet she even left. It's a late train (she went ahead and checked the schedules online) and those go through most of the night when going cross-country. That means she'll have time to rest on board without having to worry too much.

Buying herself a ticket online before printing it (thank god she has one on her room), she prepared the rest of her backpack. Some food and snacks, water to drink, spare clothes, some vital necessities, wrist ray and thermos (can't be too careful), and she's all set.

Now, to head out.

Waiting until it's late enough in the night but still in time to catch the train, she checks the hallway. The door of her parents bedroom is closed, and she can hear the quiet snores of her parents as they sleep. With a hidden grin, she stalks down before leaving her house. She knows her friends already had left to go home themselves, but she was a little curious as to why neither had called her yet to see if she was alright.

Sam looks back at her house -mansion really, but she didn't care much for that- with a small, sad smile. For almost her entire life, this place has been her home. She was raised here, but now she knows she wasn't born here.

She wants to see her birthplace, no matter what it takes.

Anything to get closer to her real parents.

And with a small sigh, she sets out for the station, backpack settled and ready, plan made and goal set. In the back of her head she felt regret and guilt for heading out without telling anyone, but she felt this was the right thing to do at the moment.

Only when she was finally set on the train (the people at the counter hardly question a girl going out at night with a cross-country train, dense guys) did she finally let everything sink in. She's heading out, to Jump City, alone. What will her adopted parents think? What will Danny and Tucker think!

She wasn't sure what she was doing, and Sam knew that by doing this she'll worry her friends as much as her adopted parents, if not more so. But it's her choice, her decision to go to her birthplace. And perhaps avoid all the pain being in that house right now brings her.

If only she knew what to do afterwards.

She fell into restless sleep not long after.

Danny woke up with a groan, turning in his bed a little. Somewhere his mind registered that it was a Sunday, and he just wanted to sleep in for a moment. The sun was glaring at him through the windows, though, and it didn't seem like anything was going to save him from waking up early today.

With some effort, he pushed himself upwards and smacked his lips together a little, trying to get them a bit more wet. He had that early morning hunger, and his throat felt a bit dry.

Only when he was busy putting on his clothes did the events from yesterday return to him, and it felt like someone had smacked him across the face.

Sam.

His face fell as he put his shirt on, remembering the way she looked. Her eyes had been empty and tired, and her entire look spoke volumes. She normally never really allowed anyone to see her like that, so defeated and weak, and not only did he see her, but Tucker did too. They'd confronted her parents as well after that.

And they'd given nothing in return. Nothing, but that they were 'protecting her'. Like that's a good answer! Protecting her from what? Or who? And why couldn't they tell her what had happened to her parents, or where they even were? They were keeping so much a secret.

He wasn't that surprised when Sam trudged up the stairs and locked herself into her room. She had all the right to do so.

He and Tucker had tried to pry something from the Manson's, but they didn't budge, and actually threatened him and Tuck that they should get out, or else…

They threatened him! Danny Phantom!

Alright, the media has been really good at keeping his identity a secret, really. Few people actually know he is Danny Phantom, only those that had been present at the Pole when they saved the world.

But surely the Manson's must have known they were talking against a hero, right? They had been there, they saw him transform!

Still, he knew Sam would still kill him if he ever touched a single ectoplasmic finger on her parents, adopted or not. So he had obliged, leaving with Tucker, who left the premise with a less than pleasant string of curses trailing behind him.

Who knew that there were so many ways of saying 'I hate you' through curses? He sure didn't. But Tuck did seem to know, judging by the very colorful array of vocabulary.

Danny was heading down the stairs when he heard the angry voice of his mom. He paused, trying to listen in. It was mostly defenses for her family, and a few words he didn't dare repeat.

Only when he heard the voice of Pamela from the other side of the line did he come down the stairs to see what the commotion was about.

He wasn't ready for suddenly having all eyes on him, though.

"Uhm, what?"

"Danny," Jazz spoke up, coming up to him with worry written over her face. She looked worse than he normally was used to. Like she'd seen Dan, or some other ghost. "Do you know where Sam is?"

He wrinkled his eyebrows together in confusion. "Where she is? Isn't she at home?"

"No, sweetie." His mom spoke up, putting the phone away from her ear for a moment, holding a hand over it to muffle the angry shouts of Pamela on the other side. "She isn't. Her mother called to see if she was here, but we know she isn't, you didn't tell us anything about why you even went there in the first place."

"Something wrong, son? You look pale, paler than usual." His dad spoke up, worried as well. He felt the halfa's forehead for a moment. Not colder than usual, or warmer either.

"We, I… We…" He stumbled over his words for a moment, but finally Danny was able to get himself together to explain. "Sam found out yesterday that she was adopted, mom. What if she ran away?"

The news about Sam being adopted startled the three Fenton's into silence, looking at each other with shock. Unlike the Manson's, they know about Danny and Sam dating, and they agreed to keep it a secret because they know how strained her relationship with her parents is, now more than ever knowing who her best friend really is. A half-ghost.

But to hear that they kept that a secret? That was so unlike the Manson's that it took them completely by surprise.

"She's… Adopted?" Maddie whispered softly, still in shock. Danny nodded his head, arms crossed as he watched them with slight weariness. The 'conversation' from yesterday between him and the Manson's was still fresh in his head.

"Danny, you really don't think she ran from home, right?" Jazz asked with worry, turning back to her brother. He shrugged, not sure himself. It was just a thought. A very, very bad thought. One he wishes isn't true.

"Maybe we should look through town first? I'll call Tucker, see if he could find out where she is." He offered, starting with a plan. Maddie nodded her head quickly, turning back to the phone and quickly silencing Pamela before explaining what they were going to do. Jack was already moving, heading for the garage where they keep the GAV.

"Were are we waiting for then?" Jazz exclaims, taking Danny by the collar of his shirt and pulling him back upstairs. "You're calling Sam first, see if she'll answer!"

"Jazz! You're choking me!"

But he couldn't argue that that was a good idea. She might not answer her parents calling her, but she might pick up if it's him.

Sam woke up by the sound of her phone.

She gave a soft groan, tilting her head so she was looking through squinted eyes at her backpack, placed in the empty seat next to her. The train she had taken was rather empty, but it looks that at least some people had joined on when it had passed a few stops.

Back to her phone.

She glared at the item, mind still foggy and not yet used to the bright morning light glaring through the curtains she had drawn over the window next to her. She tapped the red button just visible through the haze of having her sleep rudely interrupted, ending the obnoxious calling sound from torturing her ears.

Sam Manson isn't a morning person. She just isn't.

Putting her phone back, she tried to position herself to get some of the sleep she so desperately wants, but her mind doesn't seem to find any of the spots she takes as comfortable enough to let her slip into the unconscious.

With a grumble under her breath, she just sits herself a bit better in the rigid seat and tries to adjust to the morning light, letting her head rest so she can try and regain her bearings a bit.

Sam had just been able to keep herself from panicking when she'd been woken up by the sound of her phone calling. She really doesn't need another shocker right now.

She took her phone from her pack again, looking at who had called her. If it are her parents, she swears she'll…

Oh, she denied Danny a call.

Oops.

Well, too late now. And she isn't intending to call him back. If he wants to know where she is, he'll have to find out himself.

She sighed, tucking her phone away in her pocket this time. She straightened a little in her seat, looking around in the rest of the train-car. She saw a few people that weren't there when she had fallen asleep on the way, and someone had left as well. Sam rubbed her tired eyes, trying to focus. She had slept through the rest of the night, but the ride wasn't as comfortable as she had thought. She felt them in her dreams!

Talking about her dreams…

She shivered a little. The nightmare she had in before it had turned into a more pleasant dream still haunted her a little. It wasn't like any of her normal nightmares, like the ones about her losing Danny to some ghost or Dan. No, this one was both scary and confusing.

She'd been standing inside what looked to be some kind of giant temple made of black stone and rock. Lava and fire lighted up the entirety of the massive room, and all across the walls were banners with a strange 'S' like symbol. At the end had been a throne, enormous in size compared to a human.

What really had her shivering, though, was the voice that had spoken. She didn't remembering exactly what it had said because it sounded so distorted and unclear, nor how it sounded like, she only remembered one thing from the entire dream.

Something about… A new gem? For some reason that only succeeded in scaring her further. And Sam Manson (or should she call herself Sam Logan? It's all so confusing right now) doesn't do scared.

Sam shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the memory. She really didn't need a reminder right now.

"Next stop: Jump City. I repeat, next stop: Jump City."

'Finally.' Sam sighed in relief. At least she's here. She grabbed her backpack and followed a few other people towards the sliding doors, preparing for when the train stops and she can finally board off.

She walked off when the train finally pulled in and stopped, the doors opening and allowing the passengers to get off. She followed the flow for a moment, taking in the station before looking for an exit. She followed the directions from a map before finally walking outside into the sounds of a city waking up.

It's noisy. Very, very, very noisy. Her ears almost beeped as they were bombarded with all the sounds. Cars driving by, the noise of horns honking ever so often. People already outside talking on the phone or with someone else. A nearby tram-halt letting off passengers.

"Why would they ever live here?" She wondered to herself, covering her ears lightly. She glared at some people that pushed past her, but decided that it's better to try and get somewhere less loud. Looking around, her eyes widened at the sight of a billboard commercializing the city's beach-area.

On the background was a clear shot of Titans Tower, the old home of the Teen Titans. If she could get in there…

Sam headed to the nearby tram-stop, taking a look at the schedule. The next one, coincidentally, headed straight for the beach-side, a little ways from a halt at the dockyard area. Still, if she could get to that beach, she'll be one step closer to reaching her former home. The home where she was born. The home that belonged to her parents and the team of heroes they'd been a part of.

Her home.

Alright, with this the first real chapter is done! Please tell me through the reviews what you think. I really hope that things will go better with this story. I'm making a big decision by following the canon believe that Raven and Beast Boy will get together at some point. Normally I prefer Beast Boy and Terra, and pair Raven with someone else (like Danny). But for this story, I had to follow some of the more canon believes.

Anyways, with that out of the way... Remember to review, fav and follow! I would really appreciate that!

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