A/N: Sorry for forgetting to update. I've been busy writing something for my Creative Writing final project due next week. Okay, I'm going back to Gene now. I think my format will be bouncing back and forth from Gene to the Titans every so chapter. I won't go back to the pregnant lady till the very end of the fic. Well, enjoy the chapter and review after your read, please! And I have a little surprise for you people at the end of the chapter!

Oh! And before I forget, I my brain wasn't functioning when I typed in that the girl with Gene said her name Annabeth. Her real name is Arabell and I've corrected it. I don't know where my head was.

Disclaimer: You have to ride the short bus is you believe I own any of the Teen Titan characters.

Chapter 3 New Girl

Journal Entry 6

I was completely blown away by this girl. I stared up at her for a second with a blank expression as my mind gripped for something to say. "Back up!" I finally shouted as I tried to shake my head to clear my thoughts, but I realized I was still in my frozen state. The only part of my body I could move was my face. "Rewind and tell me that last part."

The girl looked around with nervousness. "I'm here to help you save the world," she said with a forced smile. She hovered a few feet in the air and was trying her best to look like an innocent angel. She avoided making any eye contact with me. This clearly wasn't the reaction from me she was hoping to get.

"No," I said with frustration running deep in my voice, "The first part of the last part" The sentence didn't make much sense, but she understood what I wanted.

"I'm from future?" she asked in an anxious squeak.

"Yes, that part!" I yelled. "Care to explain?" She looks at me like I have just asked her to commit murder or something. "And while you're at it…let me go from this stupid pause!"

"Oh! Sorry!" she said in a rush of words. She raised her staff with the clock over her head and brought it down. I flinched because it looked like she is going to bust my head open. But she stopped at the last second and lightly taped my nose with a giggle. Mood swings much?

A great flood of emotions hit me like a dodge ball being whipped at my gut. It took me a second to get over the feeling of my powers returning. I glared up at the girl, and of course I don't remember her name. I'm so bad with names, but I don't understand why. I thought both Robin and Raven who I was cloned after had good memories. It's a mystery I'll never understand.

"I'm not actually allowed to tell you about the future because it could disrupt something," the girl said shyly. She kept a safe distance from me with her clock staff ready to freeze me again if I tried to do something not to her liking.

"Oh, that's convincing," I said, my sarcasm flowing off my tongue before I can put a handle on it. "But if you don't mind…whoever you are, I have other things to do. I'm not exactly a superhero ready to go plow evil villains over and save the world from sure destruction. I can barely lift a pair of freaking chopsticks in a crowd of people."

I picked up my sleeveless brown trench coat and shoved it on while glaring at the ground. I had better things to do than stick around this "future" girl who I couldn't even her name. It was close to midnight, and the family that was letting me stay with them must have been pretty worried that I wasn't home yet.

"I thought you would be nicer in the past," the girl said as she folded her arms across her chest. I glanced up at her when feeling her wave of confidence. She wasn't giving up on me just yet. At least she wasn't a quitter.

"Sorry I'm not what you expected," I said quietly. "But I advise you to just go back to your own time."

"I was told I had to stay here till I helped you," she said while sticking her nose in the air like a silly school girl. "I'm not leaving your side till I've helped you save the world."

"Lucky me," I muttered with an annoyed sigh. This caused the girl to glare at me. This was a lovely start to a grand new friendship. I'm just overjoyed at this point to have a tagalong that I won't ever be able to protect if something horrible goes wrong. I don't need more guilt or emotional pain. At the time I desperately wished she would just go away.

Suddenly a loud scream came from the crowd below us. I rushed to the side of building out of impulse. I saw a girl pointing to a man in a black ski mask who had just stolen her purse. The girl was clearly an American, meaning a lot of cash and valuables were in that purse which most likely cost enough money by itself. The thief had made off with a good deal.

All emotions from others were forgotten as I quickly jumped onto a round portal I created. I hung onto the side of it like I would with a skateboard, and, with my mind, I let it take me forward. The girl followed me gracefully in flight.

"Why don't you simply levitate?" she asked in confusion.

I glanced over to her and batted down my urge to get angry. Okay, I'll admit that I'm pretty pathetic at levitating myself. It is one of my biggest flaws. I just can't seem to have much control over it. Where it comes naturally to Raven to levitate herself, I suck horribly at doing anything but wildly shooting my body in different directions. But she told me once that she used to have difficulty creating force fields and keeping them, while it comes to me like second nature now. They are my strong point.

"I'm not exactly experienced like I apparently am in the future," I snapped back at her to keep her quiet.

She smiled as what I said finally sunk in. She giggled while saying playfully, "So you're like a newbie. I get it now! Man, I didn't think I'd go back this far!"

"Stand aside, girl," I ordered her firmly as I flew in front of her to make her stop.

"My name is Arabell," she corrected with a frown.

"'Kay, I get it now," I said with a sigh. We landed a few blocks away from the giant pedestrian crossing in a dark alleyway. I didn't like the haunting feel of the place, but I knew the right thing to do was to go after that purse snatcher. "Just stay here and twirl your little clock staff around while I go take down this guy. It should only take a sec."

"Does that mean you'll come back for me?" she asked hopefully.

"No," I answered simply. She gave me a mean look as I smirked before walking briskly into the shadows of the alley. I heard her run after me and sighed again in irritation. What other rude remarks and actions did I have to portray to this girl to make her go away? Boy was she persistent!

"Well, in case you didn't know," Arabell said mater-of-factly as she trailed behind me, "I'm not a newbie superhero. I've been taught by some great teachers at school on how to use my powers, and I'm first in my class."

"Superhero school, huh?" I asked with a laugh. "There's a bright idea. And no, you're not number one in your school. I could read that lie of yours a mile away."

"How dare you call me a liar!" she yelled in outrage.

I shrugged with a wry grin coming to my face. I was enjoying this too much. "I'm only speaking truth," I said. "And by the way, your emotions are extremely easy to detect."

"Fine," she said with a huff. "I'm not number one in my grade. I'm better skilled than you are, though." She laughed spitefully before saying, "You can't even levitate yourself yet. That's pretty pathetic. No wonder they sent me."

"They should have character school for prideful stuck ups in the future," I muttered. I could so beat her with the skills I had even now! I was ready to punch her lights out but refrained from doing so only by keeping half my mind busy on what was going on in the alley. The cold feeling of danger was all around. My gut was telling me I needed to be careful.

"I can't believe I had to be sent here to help one of the rudest kids I've ever known," Arabell was saying as we rounded a corner and came to a dead end. I stopped and looked around while motioning for the girl to stop her yapping. "What? You feel something?" she asked.

I would have asked her how she knew that I could feel things, but I was too busy trying to feel where the robber had gone to. A few large black garbage bags were piled in one corner. It was hard to make out much of anything else in the alley. It was too dark to see.

I heard the shot right before things turned hectic. Someone had fired a gun from a fire escape above me. Before I could look in the direction it was shot, I was suddenly sprawled out on the over stuffed garbage bags in a daze. I shook my head and tried to remember if I had been shot, but I felt fine.

It was difficult to get out of the smelly mess of garbage bags. When I got to my feet finally, I saw the black ski masked thief with the purse in the middle of the alleyway. The other thing that I saw I couldn't believe at first. Arabell was striking the man from all around. She was to his right with a punch then would disappear and reappear in a flash to his left. It was making me dizzy just watching.

I saw her problem a little too late. She wasn't striking him with enough force or in the right places to bring him down properly. She was also hitting the same places in a kind of pattern. I already knew where she would hit him after watching her for a few seconds. Problem: Purse Snatching had figured the pattern out too.

The man in the mask suddenly grabbed her staff with both hands. I gave an alarmed yell when suddenly they both vanished right before I caught the flash of triumph from the man and the shivering coldness of Arabell's horror. I ran forward and looked around. I had no clue what to do. The girl was in trouble…and once again I couldn't do a thing to save her.

"Swell," I muttered after what had happened finally sunk in. I stood there in worry and annoyance. I personally didn't want to care about the both of them, but Arabell was a superhero. I couldn't just give up on her. I could be ridiculously mean and rude to the girl, but I couldn't just walk away from her when she was in trouble. I'd never forgive myself if something bad happened to her.

I was about to call out for her when suddenly I heard a cry split the air next to me. My eyes widened as I spun to my side where the scream had erupted from. A body slammed into my chest at full force. It was like some rugby player had caught me off guard and managed to fully knock me off my feet. The air escaped me in one long whoosh.

We tumbled roughly to the coarse, damp pavement in one big ball of arms and legs. I had taken the blunt of the fall. My head was now exploding with pain from it hitting the cement ground. My elbows stung from me trying to stop my body from skidding. I looked to my side and saw Arabell wincing as she tried her hardest to get to her feet.

"Ha, ha!" Purse Snatcher laughed in success as he raised Arabell's staff into the air. The flash of hot air from his emotion dried up any cold fear swirling around me. I glared daggers at him as I got to my feet. He was busy saying praises to himself in Japanese. I wasn't great at speaking the language, but I understood most of what the beef head was saying. Something about he was strong, we were fools, eBay, fortune, buy whatever he wanted, and…a rubber ducky? I think I translated that last part wrong. Well, he did seem like the crazy type. You never know.

"He has your clock staff thingy!" I said in alarm to Arabell.

She grumbled a curse under her breath as she got to her feet next to me. She avoided eye contact with me as she brushed dust off her clothes. Finally she sighed and looked up at me. I could tell her pride was dented. "He won't be able to use it," she said. "Do you have a watch?"

"No," I said. Too many of those had been stolen when I was asleep in a village in Africa a few months ago. I'd have to buy a new one each weekend. Soon I just gave up. I learned to find out what time it was other ways.

"Okay," Arabell said with a deep sigh.

"Don't look so happy," I said with a grin before running at Purse Snatcher. He saw me coming and raised his pistol while shouting at me in Japanese to get back. I ignored his warnings. He fired a few bullets at me. I heard Arabell's fearful screams as the shots seemed to vibrate the very air. The deafening sound echoed off the brick walls.

"Not today, pal," I said to Purse Snatcher as my black force field died away from where I had created it in front of me. He cursed in his language when seeing my abilities. I acted quickly as he was in his stunned state. I flung my leg into the air and kicked the gun right out of his hands. I leaned forward and grabbed the purse on his shoulder and slipped it right off him.

"Hold this," I said to Arabell as I threw her the purse. She caught it in astonishment. I turned around and frowned. Purse Snatcher had gotten smart and was sprinting out of the alley with the staff clutched so tight in his hand that his knuckles were turning white.

Emotion was allowed to freely flow through my arms and hands as I whispered my mantra. My mind attached itself onto one of the large garbage bags in the corner of the alley behind me. I whipped my right arm outward. The bag flung itself through the air and exploded across Purse Snatcher's back. The man gave a surprised cry as the bag forced him to do a face plant in the cement. Candy wrappers, soda cans, and other useless junk littered the floor around him.

Arabell and I ran up to the man groaning on the ground who looked half in lala land. I bent down, trying to swallow my hopeless pride and not to smile as I picked up the girl's staff. I held it out to her, and she snatched away from me with a grumbled thanks.

"So," I asked her, "Jail or streets?"

Her eyebrows raised in surprise at my question. "Yeah," she said with a laugh, "You're definitely a newbie."

I frowned in confusion. "What?" I asked. "I think the dude learned something good tonight. On the other hand, he did have a gun and wanted to kill me with it. I feel kind of sorry for the idiot, though. Most of these thugs do it because they have no money. This steal could have fed a whole family for weeks."

"All villains deserve jail, Gene," she said strictly. "There is black and white. No gray." I disagreed with her, but held my tongue. Sometimes arguing just wasn't worth it. At that moment I didn't even want to talk to the girl.

"Fine, you go and drag him off to jail," I said defiantly to her as I crossed my arms. "I'm going home."

"What?" she asked in outrage. "You can't just leave me here, Gene! I was sent to help you, not do your freaking dirty work!" I honestly didn't care for her much and walked away. I could feel her anger pelt me with heat waves from behind. I'll admit that it was a bit harsh what I did, but I'm not perfectly nice like most other superheroes. I choose my own path. One not with her and her emotion stream.

The heat of rage from her died down. I turned slightly when hearing her run to catch up with me. A twinge of guilt tortured the corners of my heart when I felt her remorse. "Hey, sorry that I was so snobby back there," she said quietly to me.

"Most superheroes are competitive," I said with little emotion and a shrug as if it was my excuse for being so dang mean to her.

"You're not very heart warming, you know," she said. "In the future you are so open and welcoming. I just expected you to be that way in the past, so when you became hostile so did I."

We came out of the alley and started to slowly walk down the busy sidewalk. Brilliant neon lights flickered and shone down upon the crowds of Japanese and tourists, bathing their faces in reds, blues, pinks, and greens. It had to be close to one in the morning and there was still a thick throng of people.

Usually I enjoyed the energetic night life of Tokyo, but that night my head was suffering a massive headache from it cracking against the pavement, and I had a random girl trying to follow me home. I wasn't in a very pleasant mood.

"So I guess I don't die off when I get older," I said as I thought about what she said about me being in the future. I always thought I would die young because of my clone condition. I'm like a lab baby with fused DNA. I didn't expect to be functioning because I'd only be an experiment that goes wrong like those poor animals those sick lab geeks use to experiment different illegal things with you read about or see on TV. I always thought I would die with some brain tumor because my DNA went wrong.

"Yeah, you reach at least 30 in the future," Arabell said with a sweet smile. She was trying so hard to warm up to me now. She knew that I didn't have to bring her home or be nice to her. Now she was desperately back paddling to win me over. It was annoying.

Suddenly something dawned on me. I stopped and looked around. Arabell did the same while shooting me a questioning look. "I don't even know where the tourist that this purse belongs to is anymore," I muttered to answer her silent question. "Great."

"You don't think too far ahead too," she pointed out rather bluntly.

"Now what do I do with the purse?" I asked. "This will be one crappy night if I did all that for nothing."

"I'll handle it," Arabell said with a sigh. "Stay here for a second or two." She then disappeared with the purse in hand after tapping her staff on the ground. I frowned. I hoped she knew what she was doing. Five second later she appeared again without the purse.

"What did you do?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise inside. I didn't achieve my goal, and a street lamp's bulb a yard away exploded from my slip of emotion.

Arabell looked behind her with confusion then back at me before answering smugly, "I can control time. I can use any time device to do so or just on my own, but I work best with this staff for some reason. All I did was stop time for a few seconds and found the girl who had her purse stolen. I gave it back to her then came back here. Simple as that."

"That would have been helpful information when we first met," I said.

She smiled slightly while saying, "Sorry. I just didn't want to freak you out."

"And yet you did," I said. There was a pause between us before I finally broke it by saying with a sigh, "Fine. I'll let you spend the night at the house I'm staying at right now. But I want you gone in 24 hours. Understand?"

"I knew you had to be faking some of that meanness," she said slyly.

A/N: Sorry again for the lateness of this. Next chapter should be up in two weeks or so. All this week I have to work on my Creative Writing project which is a fan fic as well but for a cool book series called Percy Jackson and the Olympians. So I have to write 6 chapters this length and get them all done by the 22nd. I've got two done so far. The frantic work is going to kill me.

But here is my great surprise for you readers! I finally got a digital camera so I took pictures of my artwork and put them online. Two pictures are of Arabell and Gene. I don't think I can put links on this site so I'll tell you what you gotta do to see my pictures. Go to and in the large search box at the top type in Arabell for Arabell and Gene Summers then hit newest to see Gene. My pen name there is nightwatcher06. Hope you like them! Please review!