So here we are. The first story of the bunch to involve Becca's point of view. Hope you like it. The next few chapters will probably jump to a much different set of times than High School, though we will return to her teenage years sooner or later.

Anyways, on with the show. Drop a review off if you feel so inclined.

Story: Career Day
By: Shawn "The Unfunny Joke" Wheeler
Disclaimer: All characters are property of their rightful owners.
Summary: Not all people dislike going into the family business.

The wind blew through Rebecca's hair as she soared high above the buildings of Jump City. She was currently clinging to the back of a rather large manifestation of a Pteranodon, and making very good time back towards her home. She had originally planned on walking home from school, but something unexpected had come up and now she was in more of a hurry.

Mostly she hoped that her parents had not been watching the news or listening to the radio. She also hoped that none of her parent's friends had contacted them about what had happened. This was something she really wanted to tell them herself.

Her house approached quickly, as did the looming presence of Titan's Tower which was very much like a second home to her. At this time of day however, both her mother and father would be at the house waiting for her to return, so Rebecca concentrated on having her flying beast land in her front yard. Luckily, the neighbours and local animals had gotten used to all kinds of strange happenings over the years.

After landing, the dinosaur was dismissed with a quick wave of a hand, and Rebecca entered the door and into the front foyer of the home. She announced her presence to the household and discovered that she was not surrounded or barraged with questions about what had happened. This was a very good thing… she could have some fun with this before the inevitable lecture.

After removing her shoes and dropping off her backpack, Rebecca turned into the living room to see both of her parents sitting on the couch. Her father was luckily watching a nature documentary while her mother sat at the computer paying the month's allotment of bills.

Both of her parents greeted her with a hello, and her dad continued on by asking her how her day had gone. This was a very good question, one that needed to be answered in excruciating detail.

"Not all that bad, really. I handed in that science project as soon as I walked in the door, so that's out of the way. Talk about a weight off my shoulders, I had to work my butt off on that for two weeks. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get a good grade on it."

Her father nodded his head as he continued to watch his show, and her mother only seemed to be paying half attention. Good, now to add in something that didn't matter at all, and then drop the bomb and see what kind of reaction she got.

"Anyways, my other classes went well… though Jeff got the male lead part in that play I'm trying out for. I know I shouldn't care 'cause I'm not going for that part… but if I do get the one I'm auditioning for, I don't really think the two of us will work that well together."

Actually, she barely knew Jeff and didn't really care that he had gotten the part. If anything, it would be a good opportunity to get to know someone new. But the plan had worked, and it seemed as if her parents were only paying the slightest bit of attention to her.

"So then school's done and I decide to walk home, and can you guess what happens? A man is robbing the bank right when I'm walking down the street. He runs right out of the door and in front of me. So I stopped him and gave him over to the police before I got home. Weird, huh? What's for supper?"

All activity at the computer had ceased almost as soon as the word 'robbing' had been uttered from Rebecca's mouth. The same thing could be said about her father's brain.

"I'm ordering out in about an hour. Do you want pizza or Chinese, because I could go… for… either. What was that last part again?" She could almost hear the gears turning.

"I ask what was for supper." She smiled from ear to ear in an effort to keep from laughing. "Pizza sounds good."

"Rebecca Logan, you are well aware of what your father meant." Her mother was looking straight into her eyes, obviously not finding any humour in the situation. "What exactly happened? And why?"

Coughing from the couch pulled Rebecca's attention back towards her dad. He was acting surprisingly calm. It was a shame really, she had been hoping for a much bigger reaction.

"Becca, honey… what your mom is trying to say is… Are you crazy?!" Bingo. Here was the reaction she had been expecting. "You could have been killed! Who knows what could have happened to you!"

"Yes, very tactful Garfield, thank you."

"Happened to me?" Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty capable of defending myself."

To prove her point she concentrated, forming a growling wolf at her side out of shadow. She kept it there for a brief moment before reaching down to scratch its ears as it vanished.

"We know that Rebecca," And indeed, her mother would know that. She was the one that Rebecca inherited her powers from. "But we worry about you."

"Besides, you're still a kid. You don't have to go off saving the day."

"Come on dad, you're telling me I'm not old enough to be a superhero?" Rebecca laughed openly at that. He had to be joking right? "And this is coming from someone who saved the world how many times before puberty?"

Her father paused and turned to her mother for support. He was greeted with a raised eyebrow, an obvious sign that they really couldn't say anything about what had happened. There seemed to be an entire conversation going on between the two, all while not a single word was said. She was always amazed at how her mom and dad could communicate with simple looks and gestures.

"Fine," He sighed, and Rebecca flashed a lovely grin in response.

"Far be it for us to be hypocrites." Her mother was saying exactly what Rebecca had been waiting for. "If you think you're ready, we'll support you."

"But," They were really getting into a serious good cop bad cop routine. "You will be going to the tower and training with Nightwing every day. It is going to be very hard. You better take this seriously. Oh, and you will finish the rest of the school year and graduate before making any supervillain archenemies."

He was smiling at her by the end, though Rebecca could tell that he was completely serious about everything he had said. She nodded her agreement. It all made sense really. No sense jumping into the fray of things when there was only a few months left of school. She could wait at least that much longer… so long as nobody tried to rob a bank on her rout home.

The consensus was made, and everything seemed to quiet down. Her mother seemed satisfied, almost as if she had expected this day to come. Her father had picked up the phone and quickly ordered their dinner before looking back up at her.

"So? What are we going to call you?"

"Huh?" She blinked in confusion. What was he on about?

"What alias are we going to call you? We can't simply go around calling you Rebecca when you're on the field of battle, now can we?"

"I haven't really put too much thought into it."

"Well… you might want to. When your gimmick involves animals, you really have slim pickings."

"I'll get right on that, just as soon as I shower and change. Call me when supper gets here. Oh, and put a tape in. I should be on the news tonight."

And so she turned and left with a smile on her face. In a few months she'd be out doing what she was meant to do. Just enough time to graduate, get a uniform and get a name. Especially the name. Her father was right, names were hard, and there was no way she was going to go around calling herself Beast Girl.