Teen Titans Fan Fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, its Production Company, Affiliates, and/or Sponsors. The plot line and any minor characters belong to me; similarities between major characters and any living person are unintentional.

AN: Unfortunately, due to exams, I'm finding it difficult to find anytime to write anything. I will be continuing with this story but there won't be really long chapters at regular intervals until mid June. Thank you to my beta Miles333 for all her wonderful work, and thank you to all reviewers - your comments are much appreciated.

ALONE

It has worked. It required little effort, my Lord. The being in front of him smiled. Or, it would have if it had been able to. It just seemed as though it were smiling.

Excellent. The word rebounded, filling his mind. He was known as STORM, one of the Enorelbot, a group of planners, of spies. A group created to fulfill the wishes of those who were rich enough to afford them. STORM was the leader, the third eldest. The first and second, those known only as the Oldest, never completed the missions. They were separate beings who were always together, who controlled all of the Enorelbot.

STORM was considered special, for more than age. He was their child, but felt little when subjected to the questions. He had not been raised by them, had not known them. He was only one of their species, an outcast among those he commanded. But he was also the best, the strongest, the smartest. And so he continued to bide his time, to take only those that would further him. Such as this.

Because the being he now worked for held unbelievable power. And the job that the being had selected required very little. Soon the being would have what it wanted. And soon, STORM would have his dreams.

Starfire had noticed the man around twenty minutes ago. He was sitting, jeans and a black button-up shirt encasing him. He was a redhead, hair cut short, and reminded her faintly of Speedy from when she had last seen him. It wasn't him – it had been a few years, but she did remember that Roy was better looking, and didn't have brown eyes. Whoever he was, he had been glancing over at her every few minutes, staring for longer than necessary and sending strange smiles.

It was slightly disturbing, and with the constant feeling of edginess that had crept up on her since the other Titan's return, it had begun to unnerve her. She had improved on one base at least. Previously she had been unable to even think about the other Titans without bursting into tears. Once, the fight after which she had dislocated Nightwing's shoulder, she had thrown up, pressing her face against the cold toilet, the smell of vomit filling the air. It was a new experience – she had not even know that Tamaranians were able to, figuring it was a human problem.

She had been wrong.

A sudden noise next to her caused Starfire to snap into reality. The redhead was at her table, his eyes skitterish as he smiled nervously. "Hi." He extended a hand. "I'm Sean." Paranoia was beginning to envelop her she realized dimly. The sunglasses covered up her eyes, and she was wearing a large floppy hat and black coat. There was no reason for him to want to come over here, since there was little to actually see.

"Kori," she muttered slightly, glaring at the hand. It dropped and she retreated back into her chair.

"I've seen you over here a couple of times and I just thought it was time to introduce myself to the dark coffee drinker." He was definitely nervous, the hand he had just dropped twitching up to his hair.

"That's nice."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything. Clearly I'm intruding."

She glanced up. On closer inspection, he appeared harried, an apology written in his words and his actions. "No. I'm just a little…" She searched for the word. "Edgy." He sat back down. She was surprised at how relieved she felt. Mere moments ago she had wanted him gone. But it had been a long time since she'd felt…not lonely.

"Do you live around here?" The question was sudden but she wasn't surprised. Little surprised her anymore.

"Yes. It suits me and it's in a good situation for my work."

"What do you do?" This was always the hardest bit. A while ago, when she had first taken up the disguise and when she had been bitter but lonely and still scared, even with Batman's training, this had been the pivotal moment, the part where she either fled or faced it. Her voice was soft when she replied. "I work for the government." She raised her chin. "You?"

"I'm an art dealer. Travel around a lot, see a lot of clients. I have a show on, actually. I was coming here for the Titans' reunion, but once that got cancelled what with their return, I decided to set up a gallery."

She hadn't flinched.

"Do you want to come? I'd like to see you again after this nice chat we've had."

She giggled. It was surprising and light hearted, and made no sense. But it was the first time that there had been any interest in her from anybody. Even before they had gone. Because then it had been fan interest, and Robin had clearly been a ridiculous assumption. "That would be nice."

Sean's smile was brilliant, as he rummaged in his jeans pocket before producing a business card. "Perhaps next time, I can actually see your face."

The first crack in her cold exterior allowed her to reply almost jovially. "Maybe you can." She took the card and slid it into her pocket, leaving some change on the table, tipping her hat at the man in front of her. "It was nice to meet you." She walked out, and once she was far enough away, she leaned against a wall and smiled. Five years, and all it had taken was a kind stranger. She never had been good at the kind stranger thing.

The red headed man smiled. "Place, set and match," he whispered.

AN: Can anyone figure out where Enorelbot came from? Cookie for those who figure it out. Here's a clue - Switzerland. Though that might have just made it harder...

Eating almonds,

Floaging