No, I did not abandon this fic. Expect some more chapters shortly. As in tomorrow or so. Also, slightly scary to note--there's 666 words in this chapter. No, I did not do that on purpose. Yes, that is freaky.
Malchior slept straight through the next day, which suited Raven just fine although during the night she had to move because he had started to stretch out, straight onto her legs, before she finally abandoned the couch for a chair. Gizmo woke from his magic induced nap slightly less ornery than he had been before, but he shut himself away into the house's den, trying to see if there was anything electronic that he could "salvage" from the house. Raven didn't bother to stop him—if there was anything useful, they could use it. Besides, she doubted the house's owners would even want to come back.
Actual, it's a wonder people keep coming back at all, she mused, distracting herself from her boredom with an internal debate on if the city would be to pull itself back up from this.
And then she paused to wonder why she was so certain it would bounce back at all. No doubt it was the other Titans' doing—it was hard being a pessimist amidst so many damn optimists. She smiled to herself.
"Well, at least it's nice to see someone smiling for once."
Raven blinked and looked up; Jennifer stood at the living room's door way, the rolled up map in her hands. Raven eyed the map and shrugged. "Just thinking about some friends."
Oddly, Jennifer looked nervous. "The Titans?"
Does she remember anything from before, or has she really forgotten? It was probably selfish to hope so, but Raven didn't scold herself. "Yes?"
Jennifer shuffled in and took what little space was left over from Malchior's slow uncurling. "I met Beast Boy once. He thought I was a friend of his," she paused, rolling the map back and forth in her hands.
"He could have been right," Raven replied in her most neutral tone of voice.
Her heart sank a little when the geomancer shuddered. "I hope not. I read up on her later—Terra, the girl he mistook me for. I read about what she did—to you. With Slade."
Raven decided to change the subject—she could see where this was going, and despite the years since Terra had betrayed them, the sting of never went away. "What's done is done," she said simply, trying to sound final. Jennifer nodded, almost relieved. "So then…was there something you wanted to talk about?"
Jennifer blinked, looking back up. "Oh. Actually, I was just thinking of where to go next—there's been some rumors, you know, of a costumed hero making trouble for Slade." She held the map up, shaking it at her. "We're not that far—I was thinking if it's a friend of yours maybe they could help us." Raven sat up. "Maybe help us find your friends, or my family, or Melvin's family. Shit, even Gizmo could try and find one of his friends. What do you say?"
"Yes," Raven agreed instantly. She remembered those rumors, hoping it was Robin or Starfire (or Beast Boy or Cyborg. She wouldn't care who it was if at least she could find one of them).
"Great!" Jennifer grinned, relieved that her plan had at least one supporter. "We've all been going a little stir crazy, so we need to get moving anyway. Now we just need to ask the others-"
"I agree," Malchior announced, making them both jump.
"I say we go tomorrow night," Melvin added, peeking out from inside the den.
"Gizmo, which way you voting?" Jennifer asked, shaking her head in amusement.
"Let's get out of this crud-infested crap hole!" he shouted and then added, "about FRIGGING TIME."
"Amen," Malchior replied and promptly fell back asleep to Melvin's amusement. Jennifer shrugged at Raven, but at least the blonde was smiling again.
Raven settled back into the chair. If they were leaving she was going to need her rest. As she drifted off, she smiled to herself. Hold on, guys, I'm coming.