Chapter Two

Notes: so, like this first chapter this is going to be a introduction to the other band Brain Damage. Also, as much as I love Cyborg in all of his mechanical glory, this is an AU, so he's more like the Stone counterpart from the HIVE episodes. H'ok so I think that's it for the notes.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that if I owned Teen Titans, Speedy and Aqualad would be getting really busy right now. All hot sweaty and horizontal. Yum…

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Chapter Two

Testosterone Side

No one could have guessed how annoying a cross-country road trip could be. Moving from Gotham City, to the other side of the United States, it sucked! But there they were, five guys, who decided that California had a better music scene and better music. So, what else to do but pack up all of their possessions, clean out the pathetic bank accounts that they had and move to San Francisco. True, they were all shit-faced drunk when they made the decision, and it was too late to take back that phone call to the superintendent calling him a butt-munching asshole.

In the front seat, talking to his "baby" of a car and apologizing for the long trip was Victor Stone. Due to his obsession with all this electric, he received the nickname Cyborg. It was rare that anyone even called him Victor. Next to him was the PETA shirt clad green kid. Known as Beast Boy to everyone there, his parents were the only one allowed to call him Garfield Logan, for obvious reasons. No one questioned how Beast Boy got to his green state; that was just a quirk about the young man that they grew to accept. "Dude, are we there yet?" the green male complained as he was hit in the back of the head. Three other males sat in the back seat. He turned around, narrowing his forest green eyes. "Alright, who did that?" Beast Boy, much to the horror of Cyborg jumped into the back seat, putting his feet on the brand new interior.

Beast Boy started to attack the male sitting in the middle. Known to the others only as Speedy. He was the second oldest in the group, there was barely anything known about him. He was (apparently) a natural redhead with bright green eyes. he was pretty tall and had no family back in Gotham. Beast Boy landed on his lap, while wrapping a green arm around his neck, digging his knuckle into Speedy's head. Next to the redhead was the shortest and second youngest, Richard Grayson. He hated the potential nickname of 'Dick' so he insisted his name was Robin. He had the schools convinced for years before his adopted father, Bruce Wayne, let it slip at a PTA meeting. "Beast Boy, get back in the front, I think Cy's about to toss you out the window." It was very much true; the driver's large hand was reaching into the back seat, pulling his green best friend off the redhead and making him sit back down. Cyborg sighed, wondering if he pissed off someone in a past life.

The only silent member of the car was sitting on the other side of Speedy. Headphones on his ears and his head bobbing slightly with the silent music on the other end, was Wally West. He got the nickname Kid Flash during his years of running track for his high school. "Alright guys, I listened to the whole CD you made." He announced, taking the white headphones off his head. Everyone in the car grew silent. Speedy stopped kicking Beast Boy's seat, Robin bit his lower lip, waiting for their friend to pass judgment on their first of many CDs. "Your sound is pretty tight, don't get me wrong. This is a whole new place. You might have been the shit back at Titans East High, but this is the big leagues now. Which is why…I signed you up for the Battle of the Bands." If they hadn't been on a pretty busy highway, Cyborg would have slammed on the brakes. A battle of the bands? They were new. They barely had their play list down, and it would end terribly!

"Flash, I know you have our best interest at heart, but how is public humiliation supposed to make us better musicians?" Robin questioned, watching as Flash put a CD into the player. He hit play, while explaining.

"I did it, because the winner gets a recording contract. This is your main competition, they're called Disenchanted. All girls, and set right here in San-Fran." The intro ended, and the almost angelic voice started. the guys listened, finding their feet tapping to the steady beat. Once the song ended, there was silence in the car. "Beat that, and you guys got the contract." There were nods going through the car as Robin spoke up next.

"Which brings us to the next order of business…this place that Bruce bought…it only has two bedrooms." Beast Boy instantly latched onto the arm of Cyborg, shouting out for the whole car to know.

"Me and Cy get our room! The three of you can share." The back seat instantly grew furious, while shouting about how unfair it was. Flash blew on a whistle, while making his hands into a T formation.

"Time out, everyone! B, you and Cy get a room together, Robin and Speed you get the other. I have claims to the couch, but the first shower every morning no matter what… deal?" the forever mediator of the group held a 'fight with me and I will kick you off the car' look on his face. Everyone nodded, as Cyborg started to honk his horn. A bright green sign with "JUMP CITY WELCOMES YOU!" written in white. Jump City was a small division of San Francisco, the neighborhood that the guys were going to live.

"We're here, we're here…thank god, I gotta pee." Beast Boy started to jump around in his seat. He had a bladder the size of a kitten's. Cyborg pulled into the garage of a run down looking apartment complex as he stopped the car,

"I'm sorry baby, you go to sleep now. Daddy will get your brand new oil in the morning, okay." Cyborg cooed to his car, while kissing the steering wheel. The other guys got out, while stretching their legs for the first time since Las Vegas. "Robin, you sure this is the place?" Cy asked, getting out of the car last. None of the guys wanted Bruce to pay too much for a place for them, but this was downright disgusting.

"Um…yeah…'Slice of Heaven Apartments', this is us." He looked at the building sheepishly, Speedy unlocked the trunk, while taking some of the bags in his hands.

"This is all we need, gentleman, did you expect a suite at the Hilton? Come on! This place is totally rock 'n roll!" he started towards the front door, while trying to figure out what apartment they had. Room 303. Third floor. Left side of the hall. The others followed, carrying instruments and bags of their possessions. Once inside the apartment, a stench of puke reached all of their noses. Speedy entered first, with caution. He was used to crappy places to live. Back when he was a drug addict, his parents kicked him out. He lived wherever he could.

"Dude, does Bruce hate you or something?" Beast Boy asked Robin, putting his bags down. The dark-haired boy looked around, considering that it might be true. Speedy checked the bedrooms, while returning from his search.

"Looks like we got a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom." The guys nodded, while making a few more trips back and forth, carrying in instruments. By the last trip, they watched as the door across the hall opened up. There was a girl with bright red hair and an amazing tan grabbing their mail. All of the so-called men stopped in their tracks. Dropping bags, instruments and trying to be the first one to say hi to her.

"Um…hello…" she waved slightly, while grinning ear to ear, "Are you new here, friends?" this girl…stunning didn't describe it. Tall, with bright green eyes and long cherry red hair,

"Yeah, we just moved from the other coast." Robin got to her first, looking a little silly. Considering it was only a little bit over five foot tall. He shook her hand, while seeing another male with long black hair open the door father. He had dark brown eyes that almost made them look black. Mystery-Male put a hand on the RedHead's hip while resting his chin on her shoulder.

"What have we here, Star?" each male took their turns introducing themselves, as Wally came up the stairs last.

"Okay, all we have to do is demolish those feminist-need-to-get-a-good-lay Disenchanted and this Battle of the Bands thing is in the bag." Mystery-Male and Red-Head's eyes widened as more girls came to the door, one curvy short girl with pale skin and dyed purple hair, one with dark black hair and darker skin, and the third with similar pale skin and bright pink hair. They must have heard what Flash said, as Red-Head was pulled towards the other girls.

"What did you say about Disenchanted?" Uh-oh. Wally stepped forward and repeated his sentence. Putting extra emphasis while laughing during the "need to get laid" part. Mystery-Male looked to the rest of us, while laughing slightly. "Let me guess…Brain Damage?" Robin, Speedy, BB and Cyborg smiled while hi-fiving each other. Excited that they were already well known here.

"Yes we are, I'm Beast Boy on bass, this is Cyborg on drums, Speedy here is our vocalist and Robin is on guitar. Who are you lovely ladies?" Mystery-Male put his arm around Beast Boy, while pointing to each girl,

Curvy-purple haired chick, "This is Raven, she's on back-up and bass."

Tall gorgeous redhead, "This is Starfire, she's our guitarist."

Pale and pink haired girl, "This is Jinx, our drummer."

Ebony haired, darker girl, "And this our very own Bumblebee, vocals. They're Disenchanted." The girls went back into their apartment, while slamming the door shut.

Each male turned to Flash, while glaring.

"Feminist-need-a-good-lay? What the hell were you thinking?" Robin yelled, smacking their manager over the head. Yeah, Wally would be sleeping in the hallway tonight. The guys entered their apartment, while unpacking. "Starfire was pretty hot though." He added a few hours later. The other guys were sitting on the couch, formerly covered in unknown stains, until they scrubbed it. Cyborg was setting up their TV and game system as Flash had his head phones in again.

"That would make the Tall-Dark haired dude their manager, his name is Garth. No last name that I could find. He's one hell of a bastard. Very cut throat. Watch out for him." He added, trying to get back into his friends' good graces. The TV was set up, Speedy and Beast Boy finally wrestled with the Guitar Hero package and managed to get it open. Beast Boy had the evil and sinister box pinned to the ground as he used his teeth to tear the tape off.

Speedy to the side, yelling and coaxing the green male to "Go Mike Tyson on it's ass!" Beast Boy got that last strip of tape off, while getting off the box. His lanky arms in the air as he bounced around on the balls of his feet. Speedy got down to his knees, slammed his hand down on the puke orange carpet, right next to the lifeless body of the Guitar Hero box, "One…" his hand slammed down, "Two…" his hand slammed down a second time, "THREE…! And it's down!" the other guys cheered on as Beast Boy spit out the piece of tape in his mouth.

"That's what I thought you bastard…" he danced around slightly, while pulling the glory that was the guitar out of the box. "We have now turned this house…into a home." They shared a moment of silence, before having an all out battle of rock-paper-scissors to get to go first. After twenty painful minutes of war fair, the final order was decided.

Robin.
Flash.
Cyborg.
Beast Boy.
Speedy.

The first day spent in peace, good music, good friends and soon half a dozen pizzas. Meat-lover for Cy, vegetarian for Beast Boy, tomato for Robin, extra cheese and pepperoni for Speedy and extra sauce and M&M's for Flash. Yes, they were strange men. But, best friends nonetheless. They attacked the pizza boxes before they could even touch the ground, washing it down with a shared two liter of soda.

I know! I suck at endings!

And yes, Flash is a complete idiot, but they had to hate each other.

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