A/N: Just to let you guys know, I nearly cried writing this chapter. It was definitely sad. Or at least I hope y'all think so. It may be sad, but things will turn up soon for them. I promise, things will get better. Oh, and just to let you know, you really have to use your mind with this chapter if you want to predict everything. I will explain everything hopefully within the next few adult chapters, but pay attention and you'll understand.

Disclaimer: If the Teen Titans were mine, don't you think that everything I wrote would really happen int he show? Durrr...

TT2

Tuesday September 15, 2019

The next day Kori and Richard took off work, at Bruce's permission. He felt Richard had a good excuse, having been accosted at work the day prior. Galfore had, yet again, gone back to Tamaran to help out the ever-incapable-of-doing-anything Tamaranians that he put in his place. He was assumed to be gone for a few days, and then back permanently until the wedding.

Richard was laying on the couch, lazily flipping through channels, only in his sleep wear which consisted of gray sweatpants. The bandage was still around his ribs, and the bandage was still around his wrist. His nose, though, was void of a bandage.

"Kor?" he asked, hearing her bob around in the kitchen.

"Yes, Richard? Would you like something?" she called back.

"I'd like you here, sitting next to me!" Moments later she entered with a smile on her face, bearing two mugs filled with steaming tea. He thanks her graciously as she sat next to his abdomen and turned towards his body.

"Green tea will make you feel better," she informed him. "Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

"I've felt worse," he told her, rubbing his ribs softly. "Not that bad."

"Poor baby," she replied in her mothering voice, stringing bits of his long hair through her fingers. "I am so sorry. I wish I could have done something to help avoid this terrible incident."

"It wasn't your fault, you know that, right?" he asked, putting down the controller to rest his free hand over hers. "I should've won that fight. I doubt that man had numerous years of training with Bruce Wayne."

"It does not matter. You are safe. That is the important thing."

The doorbell rang incessantly throughout the house. "Let's go get that." They set down their mugs on the end table and without much hesitation they both stood up, Richard hissing slightly, but otherwise fine.

Kori put an arm around his waist, partly to help him, partly to show compassion. He grinned in thanks, his blue eyes sparkling down at her as they made their way to the entryway.

A great curiosity swept over Kori as she walked towards the door. "Who are we expecting?" she asked of her fiancee. He shrugged and she dropped the arm around his waist and reached for the doorknob.

Standing in the doorway was a man of about thirty. He was tall, no doubt, with incredible emerald eyes and long, shaggy crimson hair that fell adorably into his eyes. He was clothed in a tight purple shirt and a pair of baggy jeans, with a pair of purple buckle-up boots on his feet.

"AH!" Kori screamed, running forward and jumping into the man's arms, her legs locked around his waist. After a few seconds, she pulled away, kissed both of his cheeks, then hugged his head to her bosom. "Ryan!"

Richard's eyes bugged out of his head and steam nearly came from his ears. "Kori...who is this man and why are you kissing him?" He asked.

They pulled away and she jumped down from the embrace, grinning happily and standing next to him. He had an arm around her waist, his hand on her hip, grinning like a maniac. "Richard, this is my brother, Ryand'r of Tamaran."

He came forward and took Richard by surprise by hugging him tight. It hurt only slightly because of his injuries, but he said nothing. "Hello. It's nice to meet you," Richard started as he pulled away.

"And it's great to meet the future husband of my little sister," he replied happily, looking to Kori. "I did not know you were on Earth. I was told you had broken out and expected you had gone to Nebula 747, Planet of the Peaceful."

"What am I able to say?" she asked. "Earth has fine qualities. It is my new home, now." There was a pause where Kori's smile grew larger. "Oh brother, I have not seen you in many days of a Tamaranian Glocktoar. Where have you been?"

"I have been residing on Earth for the past Earth year. Before that, I had been living on Marcus Prime. I came to Earth, and am now boarding with an Earthling named Trey Parker. We are the 'best friends'," he told her. "I had gone back to Tamaran for a visit and Galfore told me you were on Earth. I came to see you immediately. I missed you very much."

"I have missed you too, brother," she replied. "Let us retire to the living room. I shall make you tea. It is delectable. Maybe a bottle of mustard. It, too, is delectable."

"Mustard!" he exclaimed. "I love the mustard. Please, if you have a bottle..." he trailed off with a blush. "Not to be trouble." Richard cocked an eyebrow at Kori, but she dismissed it with a wave of her hand. A love of mustard must've been a family trait.

"No trouble for my brethren," she chuckled, taking his hand, then taking Richard's and bringing them into the kitchen. "Oh, Ryand'r, you have missed much."

They retired to the living room, as said they would, each with a cup in their hands. Kori and Richard's cups were of the tea they had been drinking, and Ryan's cup was of mustard. "What have I missed, young sister?" he asked. "You are surely living a nice life in this house of yours."

"We are," she replied softly, smiling just a bit. "But there is so much more than that. I had been a super-hero when I was fourteen until I was seventeen," she informed him.

He gasped. "Get out of the house!" he replied in awe. "You were? You used your powers to fight crime?"

"I did," she continued. "And then, when I was seventeen I became pregnant, and five months later gave birth to my daughter Moonfire."

"Five months?" Richard asked.

"There is a shorter gestation period for Tamaranians than for humans," she told him. "Anyways, I had run away from my super-hero team the Teen Titans to raise Moonfire. Thirteen years later, when she was thirteen years, we met up with my old team in a bank, though I was unconscious. They took me back to our old home and patched me up, and since then Richard and I fell in love all over again. We are getting married in a week and four days, now."

"Oh, and where is this young Trikkon of mine?" he asked, Trikkon meaning niece or nephew in Tamaranian.

"She has taken on our place," Kori responded proudly. "She is now a Titan, and lives in Titans' Tower."

"Oh, I wish to meet her!"

Richard smiled and took a cell phone from his pocket, handing it to Kori. "I'll call her and invite her right over. Oh she will be so surprised to see her Uncle. I have always talked of you, but she never got to meet you." Kori dialed in the number of her cell-phone and waited assiduously as it rang.

"Mommy?" Kimi asked when she picked up. "What's up?"

"Are you free at the moment?" Kori asked. "I wish to introduce you to someone if you have the time to come over here."

"Um...ok..." Kimi trailed off, sounding rather perplexed. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. I have to wash up first."

"Ok. I shall see you then," her mother replied. "I love you." She ended the call and set the phone on the coffee table. "She will be on her way soon," Kori announced. "I cannot wait for her to meet you." Kori lunged forward and caught her brother in another hug. "Oh, it is great to see you, Ryand'r."

"And it is great to see you, too, young sister of mine."

TT2

Garfield woke up late that morning. He had been up late, talking with Raven and just basking in her company. Many times she had asked him what was wrong and why this week had felt so different with him, but he said nothing was any different than it had been before. He assured her with his trademark lopsided grin.

He was startled when he realized Raven was not sleeping peacefully beside him, but realized she had gone into work early, for an early morning shift. He sighed in relief when realizing he had not lost her, and rolled over. It was two in the afternoon.

He had wa-ay overslept.

Garfield regretfully clambered from his warm, comfortable bed and trudged towards the bathroom to take a shower.

After he had completed the task at hand, he wrapped a fuzzy green towel loosely around his waist and began performing his morning hygienical tasks. He brushed his teeth, dried his hair (which included turning into a sheepdog, running outside, and shaking himself dry), cleaned out his rather large, pointy ears, and other such things.

"Gar, today will NOT be the day you get called off to fight," he told the mirror confidently, only hoping it was true. He didn't want to leave so suddenly. Gar was about to change into his work clothes, for his shift was in one hour, before the doorbell began to ring incessantly in his ears. And with his advanced hearing, it was LOUD.

"COMING!" he yelled to the door, jogging in only a towel. He slipped on his holo-ring, for precaution, and opened up the door.

The Doom Patrol was standing on his stoop.

"Garfield, it's time," Mento announced. "Gather your things, we're leaving."

Gar was about to argue, when he saw the looks of forlornness on their faces. This was no easier for them than it was for him. They understood what the pain of leaving home was like. He couldn't be selfish, just because he thought he was the only one with a love to take care of.

"Just let me pack my things."

"We parked our ship in the alley out back. Come find us when you're ready," Mento told him. "You're doing the right thing, Beast Boy. I assure you, you won't be sorry. Raven will be proud."

"Yea..." he trailed off sadly. The group walked away and he shut the door after them. He would wait for Raven to come home (which would be very soon) and say goodbye to her in person. In the meantime, he would pack.

Gar made his way towards the bedroom, once there pulling out a duffel and stuffing various items of clothing inside. Of course, he would not forget his original Doom Patrol Uniform, which had changed a bit after he hit eighteen with the Teen Titans. Gar went to the bathroom and pulled out a toothbrush, toothpaste, and other necessary toiletries.

He began singing a song he and his band (which included three guys he worked with) wrote.

"When you're on the phone, you're not alone. I'll keep you company, too-night. Let's go out, just one more night, let's keep this fight, our little secret. A single day has come and passed, nothing great ever la-asts, can you dance with me one more time, I say a-one more time tonight," he sang softly.

"My hands on your waist, Your arms on my neck, Exploring your taste, I've become a wreck. I lo-ove you, and I hope, you love me too. I lo-ove you, and I can only hope, you love me too,"he finished with a small shudder and an involuntary sob. It just began to hit him, the consequences of his actions. What would become of Raven after he left?

Gar finished the last of his packing and zipped up the duffle bag. He remembered something and jogged to the closet, pulling out a shoe-box and his guitar, in a case. Gar set his guitar on the bed, and unzipped the duffel. Opening the shoebox very carefully, as if it would explode, he peered inside. It was a shoebox he had kept of all the important things that reminded him of Raven. He would want it to remember her by while he was away.

He pulled out a small velvet box and quickly set it on the dresser, with a note he had already written a few days prior. Then, he set the box in his duffel and zipped it up. He made sure he remembered everything, including his laptop, his cell-phone, his wallet, and his mp3 player (in case he had free time) before sitting gently on the bed.

And now, he waits.

Raven was currently driving home from her early morning workshift, tapping the steering wheel with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Gar was at home, presumably getting ready for work. Raven took a sharp turn into the parking lot of their quaint and rather expensive condominium complex. She stepped out of her car and locked it up, depositing the keys into her black purse before starting towards their condominium.

There was a slight skip in her step. She couldn't wait to tell Gar the big news she had been waiting to tell him for two days now.

Forgetting her excitement for a mere moment, she began contemplating why Garfield had been acting strange as of late. He had assured her that nothing was wrong, but she didn't believe it. She wanted to believe him, but his demeanor had changed so abruptly that she couldn't begin to believe him.

Was he cheating on her?

No, he was too innocent and he loved her way too much to do something that unfaithful. So, then, what could possibly be putting him on edge lately?

Raven sighed to herself. She would never understand the mechanisms of the male mind, especially Gar. He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but he had become more responsible and a little more serious since his teenage years, which was why she loved him. He knew when to joke, and when to be serious.

And that was what scared her. She loved Beast Boy, AKA 'Mr-I-am-going-to-go-accidentally-pull-a-prank-on-Starfire-now-and-get-called-a-Clorbag-Varblernelk-or-something-like-that-and-laugh-about-it-afterwards, and she had ever since he was a teenager.

She constantly asked herself how she could be in love with someone so carefree and childlike, but she already knew the answer. She simply loved him; unconditionally and without end. Raven loved Beast Boy.

In her musings, she had not realized she had already passed their front door. She chided herself for being so distracted, and turned around to go back. Within moments she had walked through the front door, thrown her bag on the couch, and began towards the bedroom.

"Gar?" she called. "Gar, are you still home?"

"I'm in the bedroom!" he called back in a hoarse voice.

Something sounded wrong. Raven was worried now. "Gar, what's wrong? Gar?"

She entered the bedroom to see him sitting next to a duffle-bag and his guitar in its case. He looked as if he had been crying. Raven's face fell a nd she came forward. Gar sat up and sped up his pace towards her, hugging her tight when he reached her.

"Rae, I'm leaving." His voice was soft and serious, marred by furious sobbing and raucous sniffs. "I don't want to, but I have to. I have to protect you. I'm so sorry. Don't ever forget I love you, babe."

Gar pulled back to look her in the eyes. Her violets looked up at him remorsefully. He swiftly bent down and kissed her on the lips, a bittersweet kiss that would soon be one of their last for a good long time.

"Gar.." she began softly when he pulled away. "What's going on? Why are you leaving? Why do you have to leave me?" She now began crying, sobs choked in her throat, but she wouldn't let them pass. One of them had to be strong.

"The Doom Patrol has summoned me...The Brotherhood of Evil is back. They're attacking again. They're trying to take over the world once more. We need to kill them, once and for all," he explained. He tugged at her neck and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I'm sorry."

"But, Gar, you could never kill anyone. I know you. You would be of no use," she whispered, not meaning anything offensive.

"I'd kill anyone for you, Rae. This is the only reason I'm going. I want to keep you safe, in a world free from the Brotherhood. I care about you more than you'll ever believe, Rae. Please, just trust me. I'll be back sooner than you know," he murmured.

"Gar, no. I can't le you do this. This is the Brotherhood fo Evil. We thought we defeated them, but apparently they got back on their feet! Who knows what else they're capable of? I can't let you go, Gar," she pleaded. "Please, don't."

"Raven!" he snapped. "I have to do this! Please understand that!"

"No..." she trailed off pleadingly. "Please, don't!"

"Raven," he said in a deadly warning voice. "Please don't make this any harder than this already is." He snatched up his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and then grabbed his guitar case.

He walked out of the room and to the door. With his hand on the knob, he looked back at her, her hands clasped up in front of her in one last desperate plea. "Please?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching forward to pull her neck down into one last fiery and yet compassionate kiss. "Always remember that I love you. With all my heart. I promise I won't fall for any other girls while I'm gone. You're the only one that will be in my heart while I'm away."

She smiled gratefully.

"Tell the others I will miss them terribly," he murmured in her ear, kissing her forehead, before pulling away with one last regretful glance back.

"I love you," she whispered hoarsely.

He opened up the door and took one last regretful look back. "I love you too, Rae. So much it hurts. But this is something I have to do. I'll be back before you realize I'm even gone. I promise."

Raven came forward just as he closed the door, tears welling in his eyes. She reached the door just as it made a soft click, and violently threw her back against it. Hot tears of anger were flowing freely down her face, and soon violent sobs began to wrack her body. She wrapped her arms around herself, already beginning to feel lonely.

"By the way..." she whispered to the air around her, her hand traveling downwards and resting on her abdomen. "We're having a baby."

TT

"Jenna?" Vic asked over the phone. She replied by stating his name. "Hey there. I know we said we'd get together last night, but I kind of took a lot of time at Richard's house. How do you feel about going to Carl Rizzoto's tonight? You said you wanted to talk."

"Yea. And...well...I know this may sound weird, but reserve a booth. I want to be able to sit close to you, m'kay?" she asked over the phone. There was a bit of clamoring and he assumed she was at work.

"Ok. I'll reserve it for six tonight, so be ready by five-thirty and I'll pick you up at your house," he informed her. "Sound ok?"

"Sounds just perfect. Like I said, we need to talk, and that'll be just the place," she told him. "Then, let's go back to your place afterwards. I feel like watching the stars tonight."

"That sounds romantic," he murmured.

"That's was what I was aiming for," she replied. "I'll see you tonight, I have to get back to work. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye," he ended the conversation by flipping his cell phone shut.

A few hours later, Vic was tugging at his blazer. Carl Rizzoto's was a semi-formal place, so he was forced to wear a button-up and a blazer over that. He did NOT like formal clothing, but knew he would do anything for Jenna.

He sighed, knowing it would never get any better, snatched up his necessities, and left the room. Within minutes he was on the roads of Jump City, on his way to Jenna's house. Once there, he locked his car, even though he was just going inside to her apartment.

"Jenna," he called angelically as he knocked on her door. There was a stumbling, a little rustling, and a few profanities from inside before she asked him to come, but not to come into her room.

Victor did as he was told and stood in the entryway, looking about. A mirror hung over a table that held a bowl of keys and a vase with flowers he had given her, and he peered into it to make sure he looked fine.

And he felt he looked presentable enough. It's not like she cared what he looked like. "You look fine," he reassured himself. It was a few moments before he actually began to believe himself.

Why was he so nervous, anyways? Just because she said they needed to talk, he felt he needed to look perfect? It's not like he expected her to break up with him tonight. Things had been going so well.

He began to worry, but didn't let it faze him. That couldn't possibly be the reason she wanted to talk to him, right? Oh God, maybe it was.

"I'm almost ready!" she called. "I want to look just perfect for you!"

And this statement gave him confidence once more. Why would she want to look perfect for him if she were going to be breaking up with him tonight? He let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding and began checking his reflection in the mirror again.

A few minutes later, Jenna came out of her room, holding her hands out, waiting for his approval on her appearance. Well, if that is what she wanted, that's what she got.

She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in the trademark little red dress that all woman had in the back of their closet. It was short, ruffled at the end, and on her feet were a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her hair was curled, up in fancy hairdo with tendrils framing her face. Light brushes of make-up accentuated her already beautiful features.

"You look a-mazing," he told her, taking her hand and twirling her around to get the entire view. "I can't believe you went to all this trouble for me."

"Well, I figured I would look nice for you tonight," she told him. "Come on, let's get going."

Victor led her to the car and held open the door for her as she slid in, crossing her legs. He got in on the driver's side, smiling softly at her, and patting her hand. He started the car, wordlessly, and began towards Carl Rizzoto's. It was a soundless drive, but they didn't need words. The silence spoke for itself.

He parked the car and walked around to take Jenna's waist. He locked his car, before depositing the keys within his pocket. "I have tonight all planned out. Tonight is going to be the most romantic night of your life. You can count on that."

She smiled up at him and leaned her head against his shoulder, slipping the hand that was closest to his body in his back pocket. "I wouldn't doubt that."

The couple entered and Vic requested the table he had reserved. Quickly they were seated in the booth Vic requested, and given menus to order. Jenna cuddled into his arm as they both shared a menu, contemplating what they would order.

"I think the Steak sounds good," Vic announced. "What do you feel like?"

"The Chicken Parmigiana sounds good to me," she told him. "My mom used to make the best Chicken Parmigiana when I was a little girl. It was absolutely scrumptious, and I owuld never pass up a chance to have some."

Vic chuckled. "Sounds good."

They made light chatter for a few minutes, and Matty came towards them with a pad in hand. He was dressed in a black Carl Rizzoto's shirt, and had on a forced smile. "Trust me," he said to Vic. "They force me to smile here. What will the Mr. And Ms. Be having tonight?"

"I will have my favorite, Matty," Jenna told him. He smiled and wrote something down on his pad. "And Vic will be having the steak." Matty nodded in compliance and dropped the pad into his apron.

"Great choices. Your food shall be ready soon," he told them. Before he turned away, as Vic was looking at Jenna, he winked. Her smile faltered, but she continued to smile and winked back.

Jenna curled into the arm Vic had wrapped around her shoulders and rested her head in the crook of his neck. Matty walked by and cocked his head at her. She pretended she wasn't enjoying what she was doing. When he was occupied with taking orders from another table, Jenna leaned up so her lips were grazing his ear.

Vic smiled to himself. He could predict she was about to whisper something sweet or romantic into his ear, but what he heard was far from expected.

"They're watching us."

TT