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Chapter 2

Once Nightwing had gained his composure, he walked down to where the main living area used to be. Most of it was covered with clutter. The only light and open space was the kitchen. Sitting at the counter drinking from steaming mugs were his friends.

My friends? he wondered.

They didn't notice his presence until he was about two yards away from them. Changling jumped.

"Jeez, Man! You've gotten better at that sneaking up on people thing, haven't you?"

Nightwing didn't respond but did pull a stool to the counter. Cyborg poured him some coffee. "How is she?" he asked.

"Fine," responded Nightwing. "Still sleeping."

They sat sipping coffee for a minute in a n awkward silence until Changling could stand it no longer.

"So," he began, "What have you guys been doing for the past nine years?"

"..."

"Okay, I'll start. I joined up with this traveling circus. I'm 'The One-Man Zoo.' We've been traveling along the coast, then cutting in through Mexico to the gulf and back.. This is actually my first time in Jump City in three years."

There was another brief span of silence before Cyborg spoke up.

"Well, for the past seven years I've been trying to keep this place from falling apart, and trying to figure out new ways to repair myself. I've invented a few nifty gadgets in the process. You might like to take a look at a few of them-- Nightwing."

Nightwing roughly pushed the stool away from the counter, making a loud scratching noise across the floor.

"I didn't come here to start anything," he said between clenched teeth. "I came for one reason, and right now that reason is passed out cold." He began to walk away. "Let me know when she wakes up. I'll be on the roof." With that, he left the commons room.

"Boy, it sure is good to be home," said Changling sarcastically once Nightwing had left. "I'd forgotten all the warmth."

"You're one to talk," retorted Cyborg, bitterly.

"You're right," said Changling. "But don't tell me you didn't feel something this afternoon when we were all together again, fighting side by side."

"I did feel something."

"That's because what this team had was special. The Teen Titans were more than just friends man, we were family. I miss that, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know."

"I wanna' fix stuff Cyborg. I want things to be like they were. Let's you and me start. Raven and Nightwing will come around."

Cyborg smiled faintly at him. "You know things can never be the same. For starters, you know I don't go by the name of Cyborg any more."

"And you know I don't go by Beast Boy. Forget all that. Let's just reintroduce ourselves." He stuck his hand out. "Hi. I'm Garf."

Cyborg reache out and shook his hand. "I'm Vic," he said.

"Nice to meet you Vic."

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Raven drowsily came to consciousness and crawled out of bed. For the first time in years she looked around her bed room. She felt as if everything was just as she'd left it. Perhaps it was.

She took a brief walk around the room, grazing her finger tips over shelves, boxes, books and bottles. She stopped at the photo she had of all of them at their favorite pizza joint in thecity. It was taken 21 years ago. A year before Starfire had disappeared. The shot perfectly captured all of their different personalities. Starfire was seated on the table with her arms around Robin who was sitting in a chair in front of her. Cyborg stood to their right side. Beast Boy stood on the table on the left side of Strafire, leaning over, balancing with his hand on Raven's head and Robin's shoulder. Then there was Raven, seated on the arm rest on the left side of Robin's chair.

They each seemed to have a characteristically specific expression on their faces. Cyborg had a very goofy looking face that looked as though he had decided to make it at the last second. Starfire had a smile that suggested she had just been giggling. Beast Boy looked as though he was planning the most diabolical prank the world had ever seen, with his eyebrows arched and his teeth bared. Raven, unlike usual, had a slight smile on her lips. It was barely noticeable but it made her seem as though she had a secret or was very pleased with something; perhaps she knew what Beast Boy was plotting and had already put a stop to it. Robin, in the center, had his usual cool and confidant smile. It truly fit his slouching position.The same subtle smile from the picture came to Raven's face once again as she gazed at it. She took it in her hands and touched each of the faces. The metal frame felt cool against her skin. She was a little shocked by the sensation.

"Hnn. I can feel," she said to herself. The full weight of this statement hit her years earlier; that she was now able to express and control her emotions at the same time. She could now allow herself to share in the happiness, sadness, fear, and anger of others without worrying that a window might explode. The great irony though was that she had mastered her powers only after all of her friends had permanently parted ways. At that point, she felt there was nothing worth feeling. This is what led her to her years of comatose that had lasted until only a few hours ago.

Raven looked from the photo to her door and back to the photo again. She wasn't sure what would happen once she stepped out that door. She looked at the faces of Cyborg, Beast Boy and Robin in the photo, each silently encouraging her. "Well," she sighed to herself, "I had to face them sometime."

With that, she placed the framed photo back on the shelf and left her room to seek (who she hoped to still be) her friends.

She entered what used to be the living area. It was mostly dark, except for the light that shone over the kitchen. There sat the ones who used to be the teenaged super heroes known as Beast Boy and Cyborg. Cyborg had been going by his real name, Victor for a long time now. Beast Boy was hardly a boy any more. He went by the title Changling or his real name, Garfield,or Garf for short.

They knew of her presence the moment she came through the door and got up to greet her. "Raven," she heard Garf call softly as he stood.

"It's okay guys. Stay where you are," she told them then wordlessly floated to them. They were all speechless for a moment."You want something to drink?" Vic finally asked her.

"Herbal tea, if you have any."

"Of course."

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"So that's what I've been doing for the past 15 years. Well, at least, thats what I can remember."

She took a sip of her tea after finishing her story.

"Wow. That explains a lot," said Garf.

"Yeah. And that stuff from before the quakes is wild. You really have your powers under control?" asked Vic in disbelief."Yup," she responded proudly.

"You can express all emotions?" asked Garf.

"Yes, most emotions. Anger is still hard to control and express at the same time. I still have to suppress it. Otherwise, I'm fine.

"Wow."

Suddenly Vic remembered. "I almost forgot to tell you," he said. "Dick is here. He told me to let him know when you woke up."

He moved to go to the intercom, but Raven stopped him. "Where is he?" she asked, though she already knew.

"On the roof."

"Don't tell him. I'll do it myself." When the words had left her mouth she vanished in a swirling black mass.

A split second later, the same mass appeared on the roof top. She emerged from it and landed softly on her feet. At the other end of the roof she saw a dark figure with long hair that was being blown about in the wind. It was Nightwing. He was crouched on the edge of the tower, gazing out over the bay at Jump City as the sun set behind them. He didn't turn to face her as she approached his side.

At first, she wasn't able to talk to him. She simply stood beside him, staring at the city as the sun shone its rich, red glow onto the buildings and window panes, making the city look like a bleeding, infected wound.

"Hi Dick," she finally said. She waited a moment, but he didn't respond. "How have things been?" she asked. Still, nothing came from him. When she realized he wasn't going to say anything until he was ready, she sat down on the ledge. She gazed at his profile, waiting for his lips to move and for words to come out.

"How are you?" he asked without facing her.

It was then she realized how cold it had gotten. She raised her body temperature with her magic. "I'm fine now," she answered, not being able to find any other words to say.

"And you remember who we are?"

"Yes."

There was an awkward silence between the two of them. She could tell he was thinking about her amnesia from earlier and his own momentary break down.

"Raven," he began as the wind died down. "I was so scared when you didn't recognize me. I was so afraid that we'd really lost you forever." He let out a shuddering breath before continuing.

"There was so much about you, about the Titans-- that I-- had shoved to the back of my mind so that I wouldn't ever have to deal with any of it. Then… then having us all together again, then seeing Starfire again, then seeing you like that…" He was now facing her, looking her dead in the eye. "I just couldn't deal with it. I'm still not ready to."

"Deal with it?" She was astounded. "What do you mean, 'deal with it'?"

"I just don't think I'm the best person for you to be around right now."

"So, what; is this an inconvenient time for us to be friends?"

"You know that's not what I mean." He raised his voice in response.

"I don't know what you mean. I won't know if you don't let me talk to you." This time,his response was silence. "Fine. You don't want to talk. That's just fine, but I have a few things I need to tell you. I--"

"Please Raven!" he interrupted her. "I really can't." She could hear the choking sound coming back into his voice. He stumbled off the ledge and onto the roof and backed away from her. She followed him.

"Dick, you can't--"

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do."

For a few moments they stood tense, regarding each other. Raven recognized that he had fallen into a fighting position and without thinking, so had she. They both realized and at the same time, quickly relaxed their bodies.

"Just give me a few days," he said finally.

She turned this over in her mind and after a few seconds said, "Three days," in agreement.

Now that the agreement hat been made he walked past her toward the elevator. "Not here," he said before entering the lift. "Meet me at my place in the city. You'll know where it is."

She didn't respond, as if to say she wouldn't speak to him until they met again. He caught her drift and entered the elevator, pressing the 'door close' button, leaving Raven on the roof as the wind picked up again.