I walked into the medical bay of the tower, escorted by Robin and Cyborg. "You've been through a lot today" Cyborg began, "So I'm only gonna give you an x-ray for now, just to check everything is okay on the inside. I gotta go and grab some stuff first. After that you can chill and we can do the rest of the test later on." He smiled at me kindly, which I wasn't really used to, so I awkwardly smiled back and said, "Honestly, I'm okay" although I don't think either Robin or Cyborg heard as they were already out the bay doors. Perfect.

As I sat at the end of one of the beds, I heard the door slide open. I didn't look to see who it was at first. It was only after I said, "Cyborg, really, I'm all good. I don't need any tests or anything" It was as I got no reply, that I finally checked to see who had come through the door. There was no half man half robot, instead it was Raven.

"Oh, hi?" I said feeling slightly uncomfortable that I was speaking to the wrong person. "Who are you?" she asked me, with nothing but seriousness in her eyes. I mean, being Deaths daughter I obviously knew who Trigon's daughter was. I was also aware that her and the rest of the team had taken him down, I was seeing lots of souls wondering the city as a result of him being on earth (another one of my gifts is to see the dead after they passed). "Something tells me you already know that" I said, joining in with the serious tones we were flinging at each other like monkey shit. Joys of having similar backgrounds is that you quickly learn how to recognize those who are in pretty much the same place as you. That's why I always felt like Raven and I would get on best out of all the Titans.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I want to hear your say it". I rolled my eyes ever so slightly and stretched my hand out for her to shake boy was this childish, "Names technically Archangel, but everyone calls me Angel". She reluctantly took my hand and said with a smirk, "Nice to finally meet deaths daughter". I felt a small sense of pride knowing she knew who I was. Yeah, my mother was Death, but that's not as well known as Trigon. Most people think my mother is a myth. And I guess I didn't have to be afraid of judgement of people knowing who I was because it's not like Death invades and destroys worlds or anything.

The medical bay door slid open once again and cyborg walked in, rubbing his cybernetic hands together, "Right miss, you ready?" Miss? How old did he fucking think I was? I'm not that far from his age? He began setting up his equipment as Raven chimed in, "Cy, she doesn't need any of this". He looked completely lost and I had to fight off fits of laughter that kept trying to escape. Cyborg called in the rest of the Titans so I could tell them all at once about who I was, and who my mother was, and not have to repeat myself. All bar Robin looked stunned, "I had a feeling" was all he said as he and the other Titans dispersed. Before he disappeared, Robin instructed Beastboy to show me to a guest room.

"My room is just down next door if you need anything." He said as he directed me into a large empty room, with just a bed, wardrobe and drawers unit with a full body mirror next to it. The window was on the other end of the room, with large purple curtains drawn open, and next to the window was a door leading to the bathroom. "If you wanted to have a shower, there are some basic clothes in the drawers and wardrobe. If not I'm sure Starfire has some clothes she wouldn't mind lending you" I walked over to the mirror and gazed in. most of the soot had come out of my hair, but I figured I would have a shower later on when I was alone. "Thanks". The room fell quiet as I continued to pick out small bits of debris from my hair, whilst Beastboy watched me from the doorway.

"Is there something you wanted to ask?" I looked at him through the mirror. "I know you do, everyone usually does when the find out who I am. My favorite was being asked why I don't walk around in a cloak and look like a skeleton." I turned to face him as I sat on the bed, "go on, shoot"

"Okay" he began, "So what can you do? You're the daughter of Death, and she walks around collecting the dead and taking them to hell or something right? So you must have some similar abilities, if not the same, right?"

I couldn't help it, I just started laughing. His face dropped, and I felt bad, but it was pretty funny for some reason. "Forget it, sorry" it was then that I stopped laughing, "Beastboy, its okay, I'm sorry I laughed, its just most people are curious as to why I don't look malnourished and shit. And for the record, Death isn't a skeleton, she looks like an ordinary person" I patted the spot on the bed next to me, inviting him to sit down. I pulled my hand into a fist, before gently releasing it to reveal a small ball of flames, "I can create and manipulate fire, and according to my father, its hotter than hell, or at least that's what he told me when I accidentally burned him" There was a short pause as I reminisced about my old man. "I can also speak to the dead, and in some cases bring them back. I'm still figuring out about the last one though, it's still new"

"You can talk to the dead? Do they have to have died recently or anytime?" His eyes were so focused, as he watched my face waiting for my reply. I raised an eyebrow, "They could have been dead 100 years and I can still talk to them. It's the souls that respond. Why? Is there someone you want to talk to?"

He looked really sheepishly at me, "There is. Would it be too much to ask if you could contact someone soul for me? I know we've just met and all but-"I cut him off, "It's fine. Wouldn't be very kind for me to say no considering you and your teammates helped be out earlier. But I do have to warn you, it probably won't go how you're expecting it. It rarely ever does"

I stood up and extended my scythe and swung. A tear appeared in the air. I held out my hand for the shape shifter as we stepped through. With a bright flash we were inside a dimly lit cave. Out of the darkness ahead, a tall cloaked man walked forward, "Who's the creep?" Beastboy asked. I lowered my voice, "He's the guardian of the dimension. Its his job to make sure no unwanted guests come through. That's why you can only get through with me, or another member of my mother's family."

The cloaked man came to a stop, "Who, are you?" he asked in his raspy voice as his eyes glared at me and Beastboy from the depths of his hood. "Angel, you should know of my mother?"

"ID?" He asked. I held up my left arm and pulled back my sleeve. On my forearm was a scar, one that bore the resemblance of teeth. Lots of large, sharp teeth. The man lifted a single bony finger and touched my scar, his sharp claw like nail piercing my skin. A small amount of blood trickling out and around my scar. It began to smoke and burn. It didn't hurt but it did make the cave stink like melting flesh.

Soon enough it stopped smoking and the cut healed. He stared up at me, bowed and slowed us to proceed. In front on Beastboy and I, a crack appeared in the cave wall. It expanded enough to let us walk through. Next we were transported to another room, warmer than the cave. The walls were lined with large deep red curtains, with only two couches inside, facing one another.

"Beastboy, take a seat" I said pointing towards one of the empty couches. He followed my finger and took a seat while he said, "My name's Garfield. Garfield Logan". I smiled, "Well Garfield, here's the drill. You need to keep things simple, you'll be talking to souls so, no touching, and don't complicate things. Souls are completely unstable. It only takes one thing to set them off and turn them from the soul you know, into a demon trying to hijack your body for a test run back home. Once a soul becomes a demon, there's no turning back. Its important to remember not to touch them, because if they're a demon and you touch them, that's the same as putting a welcome mat out for them. They will have a straight path back home where they can cause all sorts of trouble."

Garfield was nodding along to all of this, although I wasn't quite sure what he was actually paying attention to. "a couple more things, you need to imagine the person you want to speak to before you say the name. unfortunately I have to stay. I'm the only one that can safely touch the souls, and also the only one able to stop any demonic stragglers we may come across. Got it?"

"Loud and clear"

"Good"

We stared at one another for a moment or two, before he closed his eyes and said, "Marie Logan". There was a ball of light on the couch opposite. Slowly it began to take the form of a woman. Eventually a girl with mid-length blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes sat opposite Gar. "Beastboy?" she said asked cautiously.

All the green in his face flushed away entirely, "T-Terra?" it was evident that this wasn't who Gar meant to call upon. I held onto my scythe, without drawing it, as a precaution. Tears began to form in Garfield's eyes, some escaping a running down his cheeks. "Gar, what's wrong? Who is this?" apparently until now, I had gone unnoticed to the blonde, because as I spoke, her head snapped in my direction. "Garfield?" the blonde began, "Who is this fucking tramp?" Garfield looked bewildered, "She's a friend. She's the one who brought me here".

Terra's eyes remained fixated on me. The corners of her mouth began to curl into a smile, and not a very pleasant one. She slowly rose to her feet and edged toward Garfield, still keeping her eyes on me, until she was toe to toe with him. She outstretched her hand for him to take. Obviously that moron forgot what I said about touching, because he almost accepted her hand. Almost.

Once again, I extended my scythe and swung. I wedged the tip of the blade into her chest, the impact pushing her to the ground. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Beastboy yelled, as he tried to pull me off of her. "This isn't the Terra you knew. It's a Demon, which means Terra's soul is gone."

Before Gar could stop me, I pressed my foot against the heal of my weapon, impaling her further with the blade. The Demon began to laugh. It sounded like Terra until the laugh became dark and twisted as my scythe cut through her torso with one final push, reducing it to a dark stain on the ground. I looked at Garfield who was staring into nothing. "Come on Gar. Let's get out of here" with a final swing of my scythe, we were back in the guest room at Titans tower.

Gar sat down on the bed, quiet and still. Fuck this was awkward. How do you comfort someone? I mean, I know how but like, how…? I sat next to my newly made green friend, "Gar, I'm sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen. If it's any consolation, I know she was happy"

"Happy? She became a fucking demon?" He snapped, but I could see it in his eyes that he regretted it almost instantly. "That may be so, but when you first summoned her, it was actually her. She became overwhelmed with guilt with what she had done to you and your friends, and that's what tipped her over. She was happy to see you"

Gar's face, lightened slightly. He looked at me, "I'm sorry I snapped" I smiled to let him know that it was okay. And there was something, something in his eye that wasn't there before. "Listen Gar, I'm going to have a shower so I'm sorry but I'm going to have to kick you now, unless you're desperate to join me" I gave him a playful wink, at which I saw him blush, despite his efforts to hide it. Something in me had changed to. Before I never would have been so protective over someone, but these past few hours, all of the titans had immediately made my life so much better. I wanted to protect that. I was going to protect that, no matter what.

Garfield got up and walked towards the door, "Thank you again Angel. You're awesome" He grinned at me and turned and left. I got up and walked towards the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I switched the shower on, and slowly took off my clothes. I stared at the mirror and thought back to what had happened today. I had a warm feeling in my gut, one I wasn't used to. But it only came when Gars face was in the picture.

I got in and out the shower and curled up in bed with no clothing as I had none. I drifted into a long needed sleep.

There was a tap at my door, I checked the time on the alarm next to the bed, 3am? Who the fuck?

"come in?" I said forgetting I had no clothes on. Beastboy came in through the door in a pair of shorts and that was it. He was oddly attractive with less clothing. "Garfield? What's wrong?"

He didn't say anything, he just walked over to the bed and sat down. He stared deep into my red eyes. "Gar?" I was starting to feel uneasy again. He edged closer to me, and I fell down onto my back, before I knew it, he was on top. He lent down and was so close to me that I could just feel his lips lightly brush against mine. My heart started to race, pounding hard and loud against my rib cage.

He lent even closer, and gently kissed my cheek, his hand on my waist. He kissed down my neck, and as he did a small gasp escaped my lips. He noticed. His hand skillfully maneuvered its way further down, as he whispered in my ear, "I knew you'd be excited to see me"

I shot upright in bed. Holy shit. Just a dream. What the fuuuck? I checked the time, it was 8:30, I guessed now was as good a time as any to get up right?

A/N: Here's chapter . I hope you are enjoying it so far. it will begin to get more 'graphical' from here on so there's your forewarning.