Wow, thanks everyone for the amazing reviews! I am soo upset right now because I wrote the entire second chapter on in the edit box, and when I hit Save Changes, there was an error! It completely deleted my almost 3000 words! I hope this chapter suffices because I am trying to put as much as I did in the last chapter. I am writing this in wordpad so doesn't erase it again!

If I haven't replied to your review yet, I will. Just not in the chapter..I think it wastes too much space.

Also I have been getting that I should mix it up a bit and not keep it the same as the movie. I understand where you're coming from but I really want to keep them into characters from Titanic and from the movie. And this fic really is the movie, written out, with Raven and Beast Boy as the main characters. I just wanted to set a base chapter too, you know?

In this chapter you will meet the Titanic alter-ego's of Robin, Batman and Starfire. Even Kid Flash makes an appearance!

There will be a poll at the end of this chapter...please respond, and review! Your opinions really matter, I take them into consideration.

Enough rambling, lets get on with it, yeah?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF TEEN TITANS OR TITANIC.

Gar grinned madly as he and Vic ran down the corridor. Vic jumped in the air and whooped as Gar laughed, and his eyes sparkled.

"We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!" hollered Gar as they found a spot on the third class railing.

"Yeah man, this is the chance of a lifetime, you know that?" grinned Vic, grasping the railing tight.

Gar nodded and turned to the scrambling crowd watching the Titanic pull away from the dock. The mooring lines dropped into the water as the Titanic began her maiden voyage. Gar began waving to random people in the crowd, and blowing kisses to them. Vic turned to him confused.

"You know somebody?" he asked, indicating to Gar's hearty goodbyes.

"Of course not! Besides, that's not the point. It's fun!" Gar shrugged and began waving back to the crowd.

Vic shook his head, but began to scream to the crowd as well, "G'bye! I'll miss you! I'll never forget you!"

Gar threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty chuckle. He motioned to Vic to follow him, and they began the treck down to their living quarters.

The two friends made pleasant conversation as they jumped pairs of stairs and scuttered down cramped hallways. Finally, they made their way to room 301-D. Gar and Vic shared a look as they slid open the steel door. Two Swedish men already occupied the cubicle; Bjorn and Olaus Gundersen. These two men were Sven and Olaf's brothers. Olaus raised a thick eyebrow as Gar threw his sack down on the bottom bunk, and Vic hopped up on top.

Bjorn glanced bewilderdly at his brother as he muttered, "Where is Sven?"

Gar laughed.

Rachelle sat on a small pouf at her vanity in the Millionaire Suite Mal rented. She hated this life, being rich. All Rachelle ever wanted was to find her soulmate, settle down, get married and have children. Mal didn't want that. The only thing Mal desired was to get rich and keep up appearances. Rachelle sighed. She had better get used to this life, because it was all that she had.

She lifted herself from the pouf and admired the paintings Mal had bought for her in Paris. They were exquisitely painted, and all lost works. Mal strutted over to her and wrinkled his nose.

"Those mud puddles sure were a waste of money," he muttered out loud. Rachelle secretly glared at him and turned to look at a cubist painting.

"You're wrong. They're fascinating..like in a dream. There's truth without logic. What's his name again?" she read off of the canvas, "Picasso."

She sighed contendly and cocked her hip to the side looking at them dreamily. She always had a soft side for art.

Mal scoffed, "He'll never amount to a thing. Art is worthless. It will sit around where nobody will look at it. Just a waste of precious money."

Rachelle humphed, "Wrong again, Mal." She scurried over to the wardrobe and began hanging up her dresses. One of her maids, Tara was already in the room.

She smiled as Rachelle walked in, "It smells so brand new! Like they built it just for us. I mean, when I climb into bed tonight, I'll be the first..."

Mal walked in smiling cruely, "And when I climb into bed tonight, I'll be the first." He looked directly at Rachelle when he said this, and she immediately knew what he meant. At the ripe age of seventeen, Rachelle was still a virgin. And Mal didn't even love her.

She wanted to lose her virginity to a lover, not as an act of possesion now that they were engaged. Her eyebrows narrowed and she threw his hands off of her shoulders after they were placed there. She muttered a quick "Excuse me" before she escaped to the balcony. She sighed as her hands nestled on the edge of the railing. There was no way she was getting married to a wanker like Mal.

No way in hell.

Vic and Gar were leaning their entire torso's against the railing at the tip of the bow. They leaned over the side and stared out at the horizon, imagining what was out beyond those waters.

Voicing his thoughts Vic said, "I can see the Statue of Liberty already," Gar smiled, "very small...of course."

Gar looked down at the water when he saw two sleek, gray dolphins swim near the waves the ship was making. He managed a small gaspy laugh as they jumped out of the water and gracefully slid through the water.

He gasped as they came close to hitting the side of the boat, only to disappear from view. A few seconds later they exploded out from under the surface again. If only life could be that simple.

Gar looked at Vic quickly and then turned facing the tip of the bow. Slowly he began climbing up the railing, grabbing onto a nearby rope for support. He leaned his legs onto the top of the railing and, letting go of the rope with one hand, he raised both of his hands into the air.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let out a bark-like yell in excitement. Vic caught on and did the same thing. The two boys screamed to their hearts content until their throats were dry and raspy. Gar jumped down from the railing and leaned his head on his hand. It had been a long time since he felt such happiness.

Gar sighed.

Rachelle sat stiff as a board at the luncheon, but a few hours later. She was utterly bored; she kept playing with her silverwear and teasing her dark curls. She could barely hear what this man, Bruce Wayne was it?, was saying. She managed to get the last bit out of the conversation.

"..and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Grayson here, designed her from the keel plates up." The indicated Richard Grayson looked flustered from the attention, and replied, "Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Wayne's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality."

A young foriegn woman, by the name of Kora Anders, made the next comment, "Please, why are ships always called the "she"? Is it because men think that half of the women around here are weighed in tonnage?"

The table shared a resounding laugh, when Kora blushed and fidgeted in her chair. Her foriegn nature made her english sound very gramatically correct, and her naiive behavior quite adorable. Mr. Grayson gave her a consoling smile, and she smiled back through her blush.

Rachelle rolled her eyes and lit up a cigarette, trying to escape from the banquet. Her mother, however, found a way to ruin that too, "You know I don't approve of that Rachelle."

Mal sneered and added, "Oh yes, she knows." He promptly ripped the still lit smoke from her mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Rachelle humphed and crossed her arms difficultly, "Excuse me," she hissed, and slammed the chair into the table.

Gar sat on a bench on the third class deck and sketched a young girl and her father. He was bent over a leather bound journal that his father had given him before he died. Gar tilted his head back, remembering. He was only fifteen years old when his parents had died in a boating accident. Gar had decided to wait by the shore and regretted it when he saw his parents boat capsize. His eyes had widened and his heart rate had quickened as he watched his parents take their last breath.

It was so cold that day; he knew that they could have never survived even if he had gotten them back to shore somehow. But Gar was still in denial, blaming himself for the accident that caused his parent's deaths. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and turned back to his drawing.

A young Irish man next to him and Vic, Wallace West, was scowling. A crewmember had just walked by, walking a few first class dogs.

Wallace clucked his tongue, "Typical. First class dogs come down here and take a shit."

Gar smiled and nodded. He leaned back on his hands, "That's how we know where we rank in the grand scheme of things."

"Like we could forget," Vic sighed shaking his head.

Gar chuckled lightly and glanced up to the first class railing. A young woman with dark hair was leaning against the railing, a scowl on her face. She was wearing a yellow summer dress that reached her ankles and small sandle shoes that buckled. Her hair was elaborately knotted into a braid, and on top of it she wore a lacy hat. She was very beautiful, and Gar couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She ripped off her hat, looked at it with disgust, and threw it into the raging sea. Vic and Wallace glanced at each other and shared a grin. They knew that look, Gar liked this girl. Vic took his large hand and waved it in front of Gar's face. He didn't budge. The boys shared a secret smile again.

Suddenly, the woman turned her head and saw Gar staring. Her cheeks slightly reddened, but she stared straight back at him. Gar instantly felt a connection, as well as the woman. She gave him a small smile and continued to look into his eyes.

A tall, dark haired man was right behind the woman. He grasped her shoulder and she turned around, pointing her finger at his chest. She began arguing with him and stomped her foot down as she was yelling. She backed off quickly and stalked off the deck. He was quick to follow calling the name "Rachelle" over and over.

Gar sighed dreamily, "Rachelle..."

Wallace smiled widely and commented, "You'll have angels flyin' out of yer arse before you get next to the likes o' her."

Little did he know, Gar and Rachelle would meet a lot sooner than they thought.

Finally, another chapter done! Sorry, this took a little while longer than I expected.

This is my first story with chapters, thats really exciting!

POLL:

a. gar dies at the end
b. gar lives at the end
c. both gar and rachelle live
d. both gar and rachelle die
e. rachelle dies
f. rachelle lives

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