Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. DC Comics, Warner Bros., and Cartoon Network have the pleasure of claiming so. I can take claim over my plot-line though. So, woo hoo!

Author's Note: Thank you to those of you who review and I'm just glad that this story is getting Hits, so please keep reading, because this story is just going to get better when all of the characters are able to meet. And I'm anticipating that, so I apologize about the long intro. The characters will either meet in this chapter or the next one. And the school is just going to get much more fun. So thank you and without further ado here is the next chapter.

Dilemmas

Chapter 6

- Reconnecting -

"Now… If I believe correctly mother had mentioned that my grandparents lived in Jump City. Or was it Steel City?" Victor mumbled to himself from the driver seat of his car. His precious car that took him forever to build and all that hard work was definitely worth it. He was finally out of downtown New York City. As long as he was away from Ron Evers, he was in the clear. Letting out a sigh, he ran his hand over the rough steering wheel, before returning his gaze to the phone book that he took from a payphone. There were too many Stones that lived in New York. Not to mention how many lived in this Jump City. He only remembered that his grandfather's name was Tucker. He had no clue what his grandmother's name was. So he pulled out the list of the Stones' addresses and started from the top of the list that lived in Jump City. The first five couples looked like they were just recently married and young. Not to mention they were white. Looking down to the crossed out list, he pondered to himself if he wasn't sure if he should attempt the sixth one. Shrugging his shoulders he started his 'baby' once more and coasted down the street.

1207… 1211… 1213… and finally 1215 Bellwood Ct. came into view. This was it. The pale green of the paint outside of the house was starting to peel and the white shutters next to the windows were in dire need of re-painting. There was only one car in the drive. A '94 Chrysler LeBaron Sedan was parked in the drive and it was missing one wheel. It too needed work done to it. Cutting off his engine, Victor unbuckled his seat belt and exited his car. Stuffing his hands in his pant pockets, he slowly made his way up the small angled in steps to the door. Taking a hand out of his pocket, he pressed his lips together and knocked on the olden wood frame of the door. Waiting, he stuffed his hand back into his pocket and took a step back away from the door.

"Who's there?" Victor heard a man's voice draw closer to the door and with a small smile forming over his lips, he watched as part of the curtain over the glass window of the door move to the side to expose an older African-American male. The door creaked open slowly. "What can I do for you son?" He asked, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Well sir… I'm not sure if you can help or not, but I'm looking for my grandfather, his name is Tucker Stone. My mother was Elinore Stone and my father was Silas Stone." Victor started his spiel, but stopped when the older man walked out onto the patio, the elder man's eyes gazed into his own. For a moment, Vic was starting to think that the old man just saw a ghost.

"Victor Stone? That is your name correct?" The elder man intuited to Victor. And all Vic could do was nod his head in answer.

"Yes. That is my name. Sir, are you my grandfather?" The teen questioned hopefully. He never really met his grandparents because of his parent's involvement with S.T.A.R. Labs. It felt like a missing piece of a puzzle that was gone since he was a child finally clicked into place.

Waking up was not something that Rachel Roth wanted to do right now, but she couldn't stop her eyes from slitting open. Light fell into her room because her parted dark curtains. And when she looked around her room she noticed that she was lying on her bed… the last thing that she remembered was that her fa-… her father was hitting her. Thinking back to the night, her hand instinctively went to her stomach and touched the sensitive flesh that she was certain was bruising. Her cheek was still tingling from the harsh smack to her face. Sitting up, she felt her comforter fall to her waist. Her hand was still on her stomach as she rose to her feet. Moving around wasn't as bad as what she thought it would be, and easily she made her way over to her dresser. The only problem she had was with her getting dressed, stretching her arms made her stomach stretch up and down and it hurt, but it didn't hurt that bad. Within five minutes, she was able to get fully dressed. She slipped a black t-shirt that embellished Nirvana's signature trademark. Easing a gray sweater over the t-shirt, Rachel silently made her way out of her room down to the kitchen to grab something to snack on while she made her way to school. Grabbing a Nature Valley Granola Bar, Rachel shut the cabinet closed and jumped thinking that what she was her father… but thankfully that wasn't it at all. Her mother stood in front of her daughter a small smile on her face before Rachel felt the warmth of her mother's arms around her.

"I'm sorry hunny. I'm so sorry." Her mother kept repeating. Biting back any tears that dared to escape, Rachel gently pulled away from her mother's embrace.

"Mom, it… it wasn't your fault."

"It's as much as my fault as it is your fathers. I should be able to protect you from him. But now, I'm not so sure about what I can do. Rachel, I think it'd be better if you went to stay with a friend…"

"But mom, I can't leave you with him. If I leave, so do you."

"No, hunny. I can't. I'm sorry." Arella Roth, her mother, placed a hand on her daughter's cheek. "If the both of us leave, I'm not sure about what you're father would do. Just… please listen to me sweetie. Go to Kori's place. I'll try to call Luanne so that she will watch you for a while."

"Mom…" Rachel started to respond but before she could her mother pushed her outside the house. She looked down to the backpack that was dropped on the porch by the door. Her mother wanted her to leave. But if she did, what would happen to her? Rachel wanted to go back inside the house so badly, to take her mother with her. But Arella's words bounced inside her head. Closing her eyes, she fought back tears that once again tried to escape. Clutching her backpack to her chest, Rachel silently made her way down road to the now first dreaded place that she didn't want to go to. But unfortunately it was required.

"Master Richard. Once again… you will be late if you continue to sleep in like this." Alfred Pennyworth berated the young teenager. The wrinkles on his face curling slightly as a smile formed over his withered face.

"Ugh… give me 10 more minutes." The teen buried his head underneath of a thick pillow. But the pillow was instantly lifted and the blankets that covered him was torn from the bed, revealing Richard Grayson in nothing but a white wife beater and dark blue boxers that were crinkled due to the fact that the teen did indeed move in his sleep. "Geez, you could have warned me ya know?" He bolted up into a sitting position on his very comfortable bed.

"Master Richard. I have already informed you once. You will be late to school." With that last sentence Alfred left the room.

"SHIT!!" Could be heard down the entire length of Richard's hallway, "I'm going to be late," he screamed as he ran around his room and dressed as quickly as he could. Grabbing the books off of the old oak desk that was on the east wall of his room, He ran down the hallway. "Bye Alfred!" He yelled as he opened and slammed the front door.