I wrote an extra-long chapter for you guys! Oh, and I might end up deleting my other BBxTerra continuation. This one really cuts to the chase, and I might take the important elements from the other one and turn it into a series of oneshots later on. This one starts off in third-person following Terra, then goes back to Is's POV.

"Mom, you don't have to follow me to my class," Is said. "I have a map, I'll be OK." Terra smiled. "Right, sorry," she said, stopping. "It's just your first day of high school, and I want you to have a good start." Is smiled back and waved, heading off down the hallway.

"Excuse me," said a voice from one of the offices. "I'm probably far off, but…you look an awful lot like that girl who was on the Teen Titans years ago. Are you by any chance Terra?" The former Teen Titan nodded. "Not anymore though. Once the Titans disbanded, I stopped fighting crime. I'm just Tara Mar- I mean Tara Logan now."

"Ah," said the woman. "Wasn't Logan Beast Boy's last name?" Tara nodded. The woman eyed Is as she turned the corner. "So, that means your daughter is the child of two people with special abilities," she said cautiously. "Yes," Tara said. "But she doesn't have any powers. If she did we'd know by now. I was born with mine, and Garfield got his powers when he was five."

"So you're sure she won't be…any trouble?" the woman asked. "I hope not," was Tara's worried answer.

(One week later)

I woke up to that same annoying patch of sunlight steaming in from my curtains and hitting my eyes exactly. Sooner or later, I'll have to remind myself to move my bed. Wait a minute, I thought. Isn't today Tuesday? My alarm normally wakes me up before…

Then I remembered. It was my birthday, and my mom had told me she'd let me skip school. I got up, sure that I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, and got dressed. Mom was in the kitchen. I could smell and hear the bacon cooking. "Morning, Is," she said. "You're up earlier than I thought you'd be."

"Couldn't sleep anymore," I said, leaning on the counter.

"Mom," I asked. She looked at me. "I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but you've always shut me down when I started to…and well, I think I'm old enough now…" I said cautiously. "How do you know so much about the Teen Titans?" She sighed and set the plate down on the counter. "You'd have to find out at some point," she muttered as she went to the hall closet. I watched as she opened it and pulled an unmarked box from the top shelf.

She set it on the kitchen table and opened it. On top were several papers with the same handwriting on them. She smiled sadly at them, taking one and reading it. "These are letters your dad wrote for me," she said as I took one.

Terra,

You probably won't read this, either because I'm too much of a coward to send it to you, or because I don't know where you are. If you are reading it, I just want you to know that I understand why you're running away. The life you had wasn't the easiest, believe me, I know, and if it was possible for me to live a normal life, I'd probably try too. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you. We all do. Even if you won't come back on our team, then please come back as my friend. I'd probably never be able to tell you this in person, but I love you. Even after all you did to us, I still love you. I don't think I'll ever be able to not love you. Your life may go on, but just pretending to forget about us won't make us forget about you.

Please come back.
-Beast Boy

I raised an eyebrow at the letter. "But…they're from Beast Boy to Terra," I said cautiously. Mom nodded. "Wait, so you mean…Beast Boy is my dad?"

"Yeah," she said. "And I was Terra." My eyes widened. "No way," I said excitedly. She dug through the box and pulled out a photo album bound in black leather. She opened it and the first page had two rolls of photo booth pictures on it.

The first one was of a young blonde girl and a skinny teenage boy with green skin, eyes, and hair. They both looked about thirteen or fourteen. The other one showed the same two, but slightly older. Another difference was that the first pictures were more playful, but the others were a bit more romantic.

"Is that him?" I asked. "Yep," she said, lightly touching the second roll. "These were taken about a year before you were born."

"But…wait, how old were you?" I asked. She paused and sighed again. "He was eighteen. I was seventeen," she said quietly. My stomach twisted a bit at this. "So I was a mistake," I said colder than I'd intended. "No," mom said quickly. "It's true that we didn't plan for you, but that doesn't mean we didn't want you."

I turned the page and saw a group of six teenagers. A serious-looking boy with spiky black hair, a pale girl with lavender hair and a bored expression, a cheerful girl with bright green eyes and red hair, a tall, dark-skinned teenager with bits of machinery where most of his body should be, and my parents.

I turned a few more pages and saw a timeline spanning over a couple of years. There were pictures of the various other Titans, but they were mostly of my mom and dad. There was only one picture of my mom while she was pregnant. She and my dad were sitting on a couch, one of his arms draped over her stomach, the other wrapped around her shoulder and apparently holding the camera.

The only other picture in the book was of me and him. I looked only a few months old, and he had my sitting on his shoulder. The huge grin on his face showed a set of canine teeth that were a bit sharper than they should be. "He absolutely adored you," mom said. "If he loved us both so much, why'd he leave?" I asked.

"He didn't leave," she said sadly. "He…he was killed."

Me: Dun-dun-DUUUUNNN!

Is: You're taking an awful lot of pleasure out of this. I just learned that my parents were superheroes, I'm the result of teen pregnancy, and my father's dead!

Me: I know, but I just love this story, and I'm exited to be finally writing it!

Is: Whatever. I'm not a fanfiction-er so I wouldn't know.