A new chapter! I told you I was going to get a new one up at some point! Anyways, to those that aren't fully along yet, Raven and Sam have finally been reunited, but what exactly was the cause behind the Titans their dissapearance? And how are they going to get back?

That will all be explained right now. But first:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans, or Danny Phantom. Both belong to their respective franchises, which I'm sadly not a part of.

Enjoy reading!

Chapter 3: For Family of All

Time had slipped past her.

She wasn't sure how long she had spend in that 'other place', time in that strange and twisted dimension didn't work the same way it did back on Earth. She wasn't sure how long she's been gone, or what had happened in their absence. When she first arrived in the middle of the forest outside of Jump, Raven had nearly feared it was some kind of cruel illusion and she would open her eyes again and find herself stuck, just like the others.

With a hint of guilt for leaving everyone behind, the largest when her vision blinked green, she had opened her eyes again, and to her great relief and surprise, things didn't change. She really was back!

The first thing she did now she was she sure she was back was unleashing the muddle of emotions and bad thoughts inside her, destroying a small part of the woods around her in the process, before rushing up into the air, heading straight for the tower.

As she flew through the sky, Raven her mind went to what she would have to do now she's back. She knew for a fact that getting the others out of that… Place, wasn't going to be easy, she herself only escaped with great luck at her side. The others wouldn't be so fortunate.

First she will need someone who can do magic as good as she does. That already left a lot of the Titans across the world as a big 'no'. There weren't many who practiced magic like her. Maybe Herald could help, with the Mysthical Horn of Gabriel. He could punch a portal right towards the dimension the other Titans are stuck in.

At the thought of magic, Raven her mind couldn't stop from wandering though, thinking about all the other things she has to worry about. And where it wandered, bad feelings rushed up from the surface.

What has become of her precious little Samantha, for example?

Her little girl was the one thing -besides her love for her husband and lover, Beast Boy- that kept Raven going through the tough times. Her will and desire to be reunited with her daughter. To see that smile with a missing tooth, or those mirror-like violet eyes that resembled hers so much.

She doesn't even know if her daughter is still alive! But Raven quickly crushed that thought before it could fully manifest and start haunting her mind. She's only just returned. She'll find out at some point. But it remained there, in the back. For now.

Raven phased through the roof of the tower after finally arriving, not minding to go past Cyborg's defenses for once. She was in a hurry. Azar knows how much time has already passed for the others!

Rushing through the halls, she noticed that everything hadn't changed much, only looked older and worn from time. She was finally receiving the brunt of all the energy she'd spent on getting back as well, and so when she'd opened the door leading into the Ops Room, her mind was starting to fog from being so tired. She stumbled a little when she got into the doorway.

Raven had nearly not registered their presence before her eyes noticed them standing there.

The shock had Raven almost reeling. Two humans, from first glance, were standing in the room, a bit behind the large C-shaped couch. The boy was in front, stance ready for anything and eyes giving a strange and eerie green glow that quickly fell away to blue. Behind him was a girl, black hair and violet eyes, looking at her in shock and worry.

She'd nearly missed it, almost missed the resemblance, but her mind was still corporal enough to see some of the resemblance.

Eyes don't lie. It's something Robin – now Nightwing – once told her. She had dismissed it as something the young-adult detective always talked about, something connected to his obsession of knowing everything.

But when her eyes passed those mirror-violet eyes, she couldn't stop the familiarity from striking, the sense that this girl wasn't just any random girl. It seemed crazy to think! But Raven was used to worse things happening to her. So almost subconsciously she extended her senses across the room and touched the mind of the girl.

She had dropped her hood without even thinking, and her body was shaking with worry and hope. Worry because it could very well be a hallucination, or some kind of sick trick from her powers. Hope that it's the truth, and she really did find her, that she really is standing in front of her little girl.

Her daughter.

And when Raven reached out with her powers to the girl again, brushing against The goth-girl's conscious mind, that flash of recognition passed those mirror-like eyes as well, and tears threatened to spill for both. The black-haired girl -her daughter- walked out from behind the boy, who was still tense but a lot less cautious. They silently communicated for a moment, and then she walked closer, passing the couch and going up the stairs before stopping a few steps in front of her.

Raven didn't understand how, or why, her daughter looked so much older even though only a few years have passed for her. She didn't care, though. She was just so glad to see her little girl again. And all those feelings were bubbling up to the surface.

"…Mom."

When the one word she hasn't heard for so long left those lips, with a voice so small and hopeful, Raven couldn't hold herself for much longer.

"Sam…"

She answered in kind, small and hopeful and relieved and she just wanted to hug her daughter! Pushing aside all those barrier her mind and life have set up in all those years, she pulled the girl into her embrace, ignoring whatever her powers might do with the flow of extreme emotions in her veins.

The feeling was unimaginable. Raven couldn't find the right words for it, even if her life depended on it. And there was no need. With the way those small yet strong arms wrapped around her middle with a force filled with love, there was nothing, truly nothing, that could have stopped the moment.

"You're safe."

Nothing, but perhaps how tired she was.

Her body was going limp before she realized it, her tired state finally having caught up with her physical body, and Raven her mind drifted to a state of unconscious rest without any second after-thought, before she could even protest. But she didn't, her mind was elsewhere.

Still, she felt so happy!

Sam worries, she can't really help it.

She worries about many things. She worries about the state of the world, the balance between humans and nature. She worries for all those animals that are slaughtered for absolutely no good reason. She worries about those small things, like having her opinion heard or taking her supplements in time.

But she also worries about those big and important things. Will Danny be alright every time he fights a strong ghost? Will she or Tucker survive another ordeal in the Ghost Zone? Will Pariah Dark remain locked away? Will Dan stay stuck inside the Thermos guarded by Clockwork?

Right now, though, her biggest worry is if her mother will be alright.

When she'd just fainted in their hug, Sam had quickly started to panic, still in the high of being reunited with the person who gave birth to her after so many years of not knowing. Danny had moved in to help her catch the larger woman, and guide her to the couch, where they laid her down. He then helped Sam try and relax, assuring her that her mother is only asleep, resting from being tired.

Still, she couldn't stop worrying. Tired from what? What has happened to make her so weak? Where is the rest of the team? Where's her dad?

So many new questions, no answer so far. All they can do is wait, and hope. Wait until her mom wakes up.

Now, hours later, she hasn't moved yet from her spot on the couch, eyes looking at her mom's sleeping face intently, praying for her to wake up soon before she really loses it.

"Sam?"

She looks up with a start, but immediately calms down when she sees Danny walking over to her. He hands her a plate he had found in one of the kitchen's cupboards, a slice of pizza he had bought in the city on top. Vegan, of course.

"Thanks." She murmured softly before taking a bite. Her mind had calmed down enough so she could still remember the need to eat and drink, to stay healthy. Still, she ate faster, wanting to be over with it and wait again.

"Sam, calm down." Danny urges softly, sitting down next to her, his own slice of pizza half-eaten whilst hers is almost completely done. "She won't wake up faster if you eat like that."

She takes a bite but stops before swallowing, realizing that he's right. What's going on with her? She's never been this stressed before.

"…Sorry."

Danny shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips. "No, I get it. You're worried. She's your mom, even if you haven't seen her in years. You want to know what happened, right?"

She nods her head before swallowing her food. "I want to know… Everything. Where did they go? What had happened? Where's my father? All of those things…"

"And I'm sure she'll explain." Danny assures her, clasping her shoulder and giving it a soothing squeeze. "Just give her some time. Even heroes need their rest."

She smiles, but it quickly becomes a grin when she sees what he did there. "Like I once told a certain somebody?"

The halfa chuckles a little nervously, rubbing his neck. Shoot, he'd thought she wouldn't notice. "Y-yeah."

They laps into silence, but it isn't uncomfortable. It's pleasant, after talking with Danny, to have this silence. He always seems to know how to help calm her down when she isn't thinking straight. They're the other's foothold. Their support. Their reassurance. As long as they're together, nothing can push them down.

At that exact moment her senses decide to appear, and suddenly she's struck with an overwhelming feeling of warmth, kindness, love, affection, adoration, and so much more.

From both sides of herself. Her eyes dart at Danny for a moment, and the strong feeling of love, adoration and affection radiates of him like a candle, reverberating with his kindness and giving a soothing warmth.

Her eyes then go to her mother, Rachel. Subconscious love, deep and underlying care, strong feelings of protectiveness and desire to be together. It's strange. She's never been able to feel and sense so much, but it's like something inside her has started to stir, awaken, in a way.

It almost took her by surprise, but she was able to push it down. No need to worry her boyfriend, or her mother when she wakes up.

Still, she can't push back the strange familiarity. It's almost the same like when that feeling had crossed over her mind, touched at the tips of her conscious being. That motherly love and undying hope had awakened something in the back of her head, opening it like a floodgate. Suddenly, everything felt right, and she truly believes that the person lying next to her is her mother, without a shadow of a doubt.

Like a bond that hasn't been used in years was reconnected, and overwhelmed with everything it has missed for so long.

Sam blinked, not even having realized that Danny had taken their empty plates back to the kitchen and that both were now sitting on the couch, legs tucked underneath themselves and hand intertwined, heads touching against each other and shoulders rubbing softly with every breath taken. She smiled, closing her eyes and taking in the moment.

Peace, quiet. It's been so long since she's last been able to enjoy a simple day, without any worries.

And that's when she realizes it. She isn't worrying. Somehow, Danny had made her stop worrying, pulled her to the present and soothed her troubled mind.

Her smile widened, and she couldn't hold back the satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

For a moment, everything and nothing consisted only of her, and Danny, and the two of them being together. Few would think that just because she's someone who is so interested in the dark and gruesome, that she couldn't relish the feeling of being loved and returning this love. Oh, how wrong they are. Being loved and loving back is something any human can understand, no matter their opinion on the matter. It gives a satisfaction like no other, and can cause your head to loll into this state of peace and calm…

Nothing can get to you at that moment, truly nothing.

But who said that life is fair?

A groan sounded, and both snapped to attention, quickly looking to the side, where her mom was stirring lightly. She groaned again, this time stronger and much more awake, as she moved to sit up, eyes starting to open ever so lightly.

Only when she seemed to realize the position she's in, or where she really is, did her mind seem to catch on, and she shot up, eyes wide and looking around frantically.

They started a little with the sudden movement, and Danny pulled her back slightly. She didn't protest, but also wasn't so sure if leaving right now was a good idea.

She was right when her mother's eyes fell on her and Danny, and she blinked a few times before recognition and realization flashed through those violet eyes Sam's only used to see in the mirror, and not in the face of someone else.

"…It wasn't a dream."

Sam shook her head, smile slowly returning as the remaining bits of her sensing catch onto the rising love radiating of her mom. There was nothing to be afraid of.

It wasn't a dream.

"Sam." Her mom murmured softly, hand reaching out with a small shiver going through the movement. Sam her smile widens even more, and when Danny's hold on her arms slackens, she reaches out, grabbing the outstretched hand and giving it a squeeze. That bond she thought about, now seems to return tenfold, a strong feeling of right and just feeling… Like everything finally was where it belonged.

Content like she's never had before. Not with her adopted parents. Her mind barely even flinched when she thought that this time.

"Mom…" She breathed softly, closing in and letting that soft and tender touch of her mother's hand rest against the skin of her cheek. She doesn't even realize it until the wetness rolls over her finger that she's crying. She's just so happy and relieved and… And… She doesn't have the words for it.

Neither had even noticed that Danny and slowly removed himself from the couch to take a seat in the kitchen area, watching the exchange from a distance with a smile. A smile lined with content, to see Sam so happy.

But with a hint of sadness.

What if Sam didn't want to leave? No, that was a given. She's here, with her mother. And hopefully, soon her father as well. But him, he'll have to go back to Amity Park once everything is over.

Could they still be together, if she'll be living here in Jump from now on?

Raven wasn't sure for how long they had remained like that, cherishing the hold, the touch of the other. How long has it been, that her daughter was without her mother? How much has happened in all those years that seem to have passed, even if for her it were only a few. She wasn't foolish, she could see the underlined tension, the desire to ask so much.

When they finally parted, her taking a more comfortable position on the couch, she was able to take a look across the room.

Everything, really everything, was layered with dust. The tables, the chairs, the floor, the couch, the screen, even the glass. Nothing was spared by time. She even spotted a few cobwebs in corners.

'How long have we been gone?'

She didn't even realize she'd asked that out loud.

"Thirteen years."

Raven snapped straight, eyes darting to her daughter in a mix of pure shock and horror. That couldn't be true. It couldn't be! More than a decade?!

She bristled for a moment before realizing what was going on. Quickly she pushed everything down, forcing herself to close her eyes and breathe, in, out, in, out. She sighed, letting out the last bit of mixed emotions, calm mind taking over.

"Thirteen… Years."

Didn't mean that her voice couldn't crack when she repeated what Samantha had told her. She took another calming breath, forcing the raging emotions in her head down. She's gone for a few years without holding too much restraint on her powers, but now that she's back she has to focus, and remain calm.

There was too much around her that could break, too much that had meaning or was important.

Like her daughter, who apparently has already reached her teenage years. Last time she saw Sam… Her little girl had only been three, only just started talking whole sentences with fewer mistakes.

Now she already started to have the first signs of becoming a grown young woman. Sixteen.

Sixteen…

"I'm not intruding, am I?"

She blinked, looking behind them to spot the boy from earlier who had been so protective at first. He was standing there, looking both awkward and sheepish. Sam had looked at him as well, smile not faltering in the slightest even if he did interrupt somewhat.

"It's alright, Danny." Sam said softly, getting up from her spot before looking at the boy -Danny- again.

"Who, who are you?" She asked softly, getting up as well. The boy had tensed for a moment, and there was something strange about him. The energy she senses from him, it feels… Spiritual, unnatural. Eerie.

Like a ghost. But, how? Why? Who is this boy?

"M-my name's Danny, miss. Danny Fenton." He introduced himself, trying and failing a little at keeping himself composed. She wasn't sure why, though. Is she that hard to talk with?

"He's from Amity Park." Sam added, flashing the boy a quick and cheeky smile before regarding her again, smile faltering a fair bit. "It's… Where I've lived for those thirteen years."

So, she had a home. Good, that's… Yeah, that's good.

She let out a sigh of relief she didn't even know she had.

"Mom," Sam spoke up after the small laps of silence. The concern lined in her daughter's voice made her look up, meeting eyes. There was concern, and worry, and a hint of… Hurt, in those mirror-violet eyes. "There… I have a lot of questions."

She smiled. Small, but soft, and her daughter visibly relaxed at seeing that. Only then does Raven realize, it won't be as simple as it seems. Her daughter might accept her as her mother, but… She's grown up around other people, she isn't used to her yet. Worried, about things.

This might not be so easy as it seems. But there is always a need for a start.

"Ask away."

She hopes this is the right choice.

It was a normal Saturday afternoon. The team had been able to relax that day, not having anything big to worry about. Many of the usual villains had decided to stay quiet for once, and those few had been easily taken down and arrested.

Still, that didn't deter Nightwing -formerly known as Robin to his teammates- from working. He was busy looking for any criminal activity across the world, receiving updates from all the Honorary Titans across the world on certain situations.

Cyborg was in the kitchen, reading a recipe book he had found in the city. It was about all sorts of meat-based recipes, something that didn't really surprise the other Titans in the room anymore after living with the carnivore-guy for years.

Starfire was keeping herself busy by reading a book about Human childhood, and how parents handle those tougher teenage years. It had been a setting trend for the past week, the Tamaranean having gained a unique interest in the methods of taking care of a child from birth to adulthood on Earth. Everyone who had noticed had started making small bets on how long it will take before she'll broach the subject to her husband, Nightwing.

They would be in for a treat when it would happen.

Some would say, though, that the older couple is a bit late in comparison to others.

Said reason for the comparison walked in through the door. Or, better told, the person holding said reason walked through the sliding doors.

Raven had that small morning smile on her face, what normally dictated that she was either in a good mood or something special had happened. But by the way that she was holding the still-sleeping three-year old Sam in her arms, she was just in a good mood for once.

Everyone gave her their own greeting, and as Raven sat down in the couch, Sam started to stir a little. She had been very sleepy all day today, they'd started teaching her how to meditate. The others had expressed concern on why Raven decided to start at such young age, but when the goth told them she had gone through the same back in her old home of Azarath, they'd quickly shut up about it.

They know better than to bring up her less than satisfactory childhood among the monks of Azarath. Something that Raven had decided from the start wasn't going to happen. Sam would have the childhood she deserved, for better or worse.

Everyone agree it was for the better.

The little girl yawned as she woke up, stretching herself in her mother's arms. She cuddled a bit closer to the warmth of her loving parent, and Raven her small smile widened ever so slightly. Her daughter is, quite a lot like her father, a bit of a cuddler when just waking up.

As she opened her violet eyes a bit more, Sam finally noticed she was in the Ops Room, and that the others were there as well, minus her dad. She beamed a smile at her mom before wiggling free from her hold and jumping to sit on her own spot on the couch.

"M'rning." She mumbled softly, but frowned when Cyborg chuckled at her.

"It ain't morning, kiddo. It's just the afternoon."

She looked outside of the window and noticed that the sun wasn't rising, but softly descending, like Cyborg had said. A small blush formed in her cheeks as she started twirling with her pigtails a little, a small habit she had when flustered.

Raven had moved to a more comfortable spot, and with her powers she'd picked a book from the bookcase at one side of the room. It really wasn't something she did that often anymore, most of her attention normally going to taking care of her daughter or protecting the city, plus taking care of her husband.

She still woke up sometimes, though, thinking it's all just a dream. But whenever she sees her daughter sleeping soundly in her new bed, and her loving husband in their bed next to her, she can't stop that feeling of relief and content washing over her like cool water.

She only shifted a little when little Sam crawled over the couch to sit between her crossed legs, toying a little with the tips of her cloak.

The moment of peace was short-lived, though, when suddenly an alarm went off. Everyone looked up, turning to their leader. Nightwing was already typing away on the console, and suddenly the screen changed.

The face of an unpleasantly familiar person appeared on screen.

"Slade."

Even after all those years, Nightwing's reaction every time they faced this particular villain proved just how much hatred one man could cause. Pure venom was laced in the man's voice, anger of such power radiating outwards that even Raven felt a little overwhelmed with the sudden change in atmosphere.

The thing is, this was the first time in five years since they've last seen the villain.

And back then Sam wasn't a thing yet. Now she was.

Raven had moved her cloak to cover her daughter as soon as she noticed it was Slade, and prayed to Azar that the maniac man hadn't seen her little girl in that moment. As the man started with his usual rant, though, it didn't seem like he had.

"Mommy?" Little Samantha's whispered voice came from under her cloak. Raven gave a soft and almost undetectable hush, calming her daughter softly by holding the girl's hand and rubbing her back soothingly underneath the large cloak.

"What do you want, Slade?" Nightwing demanded with a hiss, the others agreeing in a beat. Raven remained neutral, keeping her face level and defiant. She wasn't going to show him just how afraid she is right now, if he saw Sam and figured out the rest.

So far they'd been lucky with villains that did figure out about their daughter. Assaults on the Tower had been more frequent, but they were always quickly dealt with, and Sam had hardly noticed anything of what really was going on. She was still too little and young to fully understand how dangerous her parents job as heroes really is.

"I have a simple request, really." Slade answered in that disturbingly calm voice, despite the clear anger from the Titans. "I have a challenge for you, Robin." Nightwing corrected the man in a flash, stating he isn't Robin anymore, but Slade promptly ignored him. "I want you to find something."

"What, so you can try and steal it?"

"In the contrary!" Slade declared with a chuckle, and Raven felt the rising fear of her little one hiding under her cloak. She rubbed soft circles on the small hand clutching hers, going soothingly over Sam's back to keep her calm. Slade can't know. 'Hurry, she can't take much more.'

"All I need you to find is a small gift I left in the city."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes, not liking where this is going in the least. He had noticed what Raven was doing, he has to finish this before Samantha can't take the negativity around her anymore. They can't afford Slade knowing that Raven and Beast Boy have a daughter. It already had been a struggle when Slade had discovered he and Starfire were dating, let alone married.

"What small gift?"

"Nothing special, honestly," Slade said nonchalantly, but that only got Nightwing more riled up. "Just a simple Quantum-Dimension-bomb."

Cyborg gasped in disbelief, causing Slade to chuckle, a very dark and grim undertone rising up.

"Be fast, Teen Titans." Slade finished, and then the screen turned black. Everyone in the room heaved a sigh of relief, and Raven pulled her cloak away. Sam was clutching her neck in no time, hugging herself close to her mom for comfort. She whispered soft nothings, rubbing her little girl softly on the back to help her calm down.

Raven knew that, despite the spell she has cast over her daughter, the little girl can still feel the emotions of others like she does. All the negative emotions in the air is something she could easily deal with, but Sam wasn't yet used to anything of that sort, and was quickly overwhelmed. It was a miracle she had held out for so long.

Nightwing spared them a glance before turning to Cyborg.

"Cyborg, what do you know about that thing Slade mentioned?"

They didn't know it at the moment, as Cyborg explained what a Quantum-Dimension-bomb is and Nightwing planned their plan of attack, but things were about to change, drastically.

Very drastically.

"What is a Quantum-Dimension-bomb?"

Raven looked up at Danny, taking a small breath to calm herself. She had almost started when he spoke up when she took a break from telling them what had happened. Sam was sitting very still, the gears working behind those thoughtful eyes. Absorbing everything and processing them.

Looks like she inherited more than just her looks from her mom.

Still, it also unnerved Raven a little, that she was so surprised with the way her daughter is acting, that she didn't expect it. Proves just how much it matters to be there when your daughter grows up. It isn't just your child that misses out on so much. It are also the parents as well, not knowing what their daughter will turn out to be without them around to teach her. Which reminds her…

She still has to ask Sam who took care of her, and if she knew what had happened when they had disappeared.

But, back to Danny's question.

"A bomb of that sort can rip open a tear in the fabric of reality, creating a portal to another dimension. If set right, a bomb like that could pull the entire city into another dimension."

The boy gave an involuntary shiver, straightening himself a bit.

"You… stopped it, right?" He asked cautiously, taking a glance outside. She understood why he was suddenly so cautious about the world outside. He was also only three when it had happened, he doesn't know if they succeeded or not.

"Slade had tricked us, again. The bomb went off, but instead of pulling the whole city along-"

"-It pulled you guys in." Sam finished with a breath of realization. Raven nodded grimly. Sam was right. They'd been pulled inside another dimension thanks to the bomb, and the tear it had created in space had closed behind them, locking her and the others inside.

"Nightwing had thought it was smart to take everyone along, and I reluctantly left you with a few of our friends. After we were sealed away in that other dimension, all we could think about was trying to find a way back."

"And you did." Danny stated, and her expression turned slightly sheepish.

"Yeah… But, well… The others don't know that."

"…What?" Both teens gave her incredulous looks, and Raven gave a small wince. Boy, she never thought that she'd be the one facing looks like that again. Perhaps Nightwing, but not her.

"It was an experiment, I… Didn't actually think it would work!"

"And now my dad and the rest of the Titans are still stuck in that place?" Sam asked, her voice icy calm. Raven nodded, trying to pull herself together again. She really was starting to miss those barriers she'd built over the years. A chance to meditate is very much appreciated right now.

"…Yes."

The black-haired girl took a few calming breaths, her mind right now a small whirlwind. Her mom, who she hasn't seen in years, has escaped from another dimension without telling her friends and husband that she was trying to do so? She really wasn't sure what to think of that right now.

"Sam," Danny speaks up, getting her attention. He takes her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure there are other ways of getting the Titans out of there. And I'm sure your… Mom, knows a way to do so. Right?" He glances at Raven, who quickly nods her head. Sam wasn't as convinced, but she knew she had to trust Danny on this one. He was a lot calmer right now than she mentally is. She's still recovering from being reunited with her mother after all those years.

"I do. There are other Titans, some who know how to work with dimensions and creating portals to these dimensions. If I can get their help, we'll have the others free in no-time."

They nodded. That sounded as a good plan.

If only it was as easy in practice.

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