Help… help me… please…

Raven sat up in bed with a gasp. The voice that awakened her was so close, so clear, so… familiar. She looked around her room, but there was no one there. Reaching out with her powers, Raven sensed that the rest of her teammates were sleeping. She was the only conscious soul in Titan's Tower that night.

Trying to process what she had heard and felt, Raven fell back onto her pillow and turned to the side. Whoever the voice belonged to was frightened and in pain. There were also hints of dizziness and confusion, as though the boy were ill. Wait, how did she know the voice belonged to a boy? It had seemed rather androgynous.

Giving up on sleep, Raven pulled on her cloak and flew to the main room to make herself some tea. While the water was heating, the empath checked the Tower's monitors. The city appeared to be completely quiet. Perhaps she had imagined the voice. Perhaps it was only a dream.

The gray-skinned teenager finished pouring her tea and moved to return to her room when she heard it again.

Please… no more, I don't like it… NO PLEASE DON'T SOMEBODY MAKE IT STOP-

As suddenly as the voice had come, it was cut off. The cup had fallen from Raven's hand and shattered on the floor. The empath was too distracted to notice. The voice had been so close, so loud, that she could have been in the room with him. She doubled over with her unseen friend's agony and terror. Whoever was hurting, she needed to find him. Fast.

The empath had been so distracted that she failed to notice the latest outburst had awakened her teammates. Robin was the first to reach the main room, with Starfire close behind him.

"What happened? Raven!" Robin rushed towards Raven, who suddenly looked up at him, startled. For a moment, Robin swore he saw a flash of bright green overtake her usually dark, violet eyes. Starfire reached for Raven cautiously.

"Friend Raven, are you alright? We heard a voice most disturbing just now, and-"

"I-I'm fine," Raven interrupted, "But somebody else isn't. We need to find him."

"Find who?" Beast Boy asked, entering the room with Cyborg. "And what was all the screaming for?" The two looked unnerved. Cyborg was checking his sensors, and Beast Boy was trying not to think about the time Raven had nearly killed them after watching Wicked Scary (though Robin said that they were never in any real danger, Beast Boy insisted he had almost been brutally murdered by the imaginary monsters).

"I don't know," Raven murmured, pulling her hood up to hide her face, "but he's hurt and we have to help him. His voice was familiar somehow, not the sound of it so much as how it felt."

"I am confused," Starfire said, still with her hand gently settled on Raven's arm. "How can a voice have a feeling?"

"My scanners haven't picked up any intruders, Rae. Are you sure this isn't like that time with the movie…" Cyborg was silenced by Raven's glare.

Robin moved to the computers. "If it is real, and it is someone we know, we should check in with the Titans East and the Honorary Titans before we start telling ghost stories. Was this the only time any of us heard the voice?"

"No," Raven replied, back to her usual deadpan. "It woke me up earlier, but it was softer then." She turned away from them, shrugging off Star's hand, staring out across the bay, feeling as though the boy was close enough to reach for, if only he could tell her who and where he was.

The Titans East were less than pleased to be called so early in the morning, even though Steel City was three hours ahead of Jump. Speedy's hair was a mess and Más y Menos were leaning against each other, half asleep, but Bumblebee was all business.

"We're all fine here, Robin, but we can help you and Sparky check up on some of the Honoraries if you want." The four boys behind her stifled their groans.

"That would be great, thanks," Robin said, half amused.

"I'm sending you the list now, Bee. Take the top part. We'll cover the middle here, and Raven's botherin' the Herald for the last part of the list." Cyborg hardly looked up from his typing. Starfire had wandered into the kitchen, and Beast Boy was yawning loudly.

Can you hear me?

The voice was faint, but it seemed to echo inside the four original Titans' heads. They jumped, earning a concerned look from the Titans East.

"Did anyone else hear that?" Beast Boy was scratching his head, wide-eyed. Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire merely nodded, while Bumblebee and her team looked confused.

"Are you guys feeling okay?" Aqualad asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or… heard one."

"Just get on with that list, okay? Let us know who answers." With that, the Boy Wonder motioned for Cyborg to cut the video.

I'm so tired… I can't… keep this up…

Starfire shrieked and shook her head violently. "Oh, where are you, little friend!?"

...Starfire?

Despite the fact that the Titans were now actively calling out and asking the voice every question they could think of, they had gotten no response after Star's name. They began contacting Honorary Titans, but they had only managed to get positive responses from a concerned Kole and Gnarrk, and an amused Kid Flash with a disgruntled Jinx before Raven and the Herald teleported into the room.

"It's Jericho!" Herald said in a panic. "I insisted we check on him first because I hadn't heard from him in a while and I'd been too busy to check up on him and we got there but his place was a mess and I can't find him anywhere and-"

"Herald, calm down!" Robin shouted, shaking the taller trumpet player. "Are you certain this is him?"

Raven nodded solemnly. Everyone was silent for a moment, remembering the green-eyed mute who had helped them fight the Brotherhood of Evil with his power of possession. He appeared cheerful, but tense with all the strange people who were mostly rowdy and didn't understand him. Jericho had stayed close to Herald, but he was friendly to everyone there. He formed a closer bond with Raven, Kole, and-surprisingly-Kid Flash. He had been as sad and reluctant to leave as everyone else had been to see him go, but the blonde musician needed to return to his mountain. Now, Robin was stuck trying to figure out who would want to hurt him.

"That would explain the green I saw in your eyes earlier, Raven, there must be a telepathic link with both of your powers… but this isn't one of his powers that we know of…" Robin realized he had started to pace across the room and paused. "Cyborg, let the others know we know who's in trouble. Raven, Herald, see if you can find some way to locate him. Star, Beast Boy, we'll… patrol the city. But we stick together, and look for anything suspicious."

Herald was alone in the medical bay, berating himself over and over again for not noticing his friend's absence.

H-Herald… It's not your fault…

"Jericho?" Herald looked around frantically. "Jer, where are you?"

I don't know… it hurts so much… Raven can find me, but… hurry…

"Jer, don't go! We'll find you!" Herald cried out as his friend's voice grew softer and softer. Raven entered the room behind him, sensing his guilt and fear.

"He's right, you know. You can't blame yourself for this." Herald spun around to face the gray half-demon.

"How is this not my fault? I should have checked on him, I should have known! Raven, you have to find him."

"I know. I'll try."

In an abandoned bunker, hidden underneath the streets Robin, Starfire, and Beast Boy were searching, Jericho shifted in his cell. He curled up on himself, too weak to continue his attempts to contact his friends. Glowing shackles encircled the body-jumper's fragile wrists, ankles, and throat, but the drugs he'd been given left him too weak to fight back, anyway, and his powers were being affected strangely. The mute's skin had become pale and cold, he had a fever and shivers, and every inch of him ached.

He remembered being on his mountain, and then so many strangers swarmed his mountain from nowhere. He'd fought back as hard as he could, but they just kept coming. They had taken him to this oddly familiar lair, chained him down, and hurt him. The cruel and pointless tests and experiments were more than the gentle guitar player could handle. The fading boy no longer knew how long he had been here or what was happening to him. He just wanted to go home.

I need to get out of here.

Dreading the return of the scientists holding him captive yet too exhausted to escape, Jericho huddled as far into the corner as he could before his fluttering lids slipped closed over his bright green eyes and he lost consciousness.

To be continued...(Ominous music)

There, my first attempt at fanfiction. Funny enough, this isn't even one I planned to write. I just sort of... went with it. I didn't mean to be so awful to sweet little Jericho, I was just thinking of what happened to him in the 2014 Deathstroke and sort of muddled it together with where the cartoon left off.

Anyway-insert disclaimer here- I do not own Teen Titans or these characters. DC Comics does, although if I did own them that piece of trash Teen Titans Go! would never have seen a screen (and of course the true cartoon would have had a season 6 with plenty of Jericho and Slade. For a cartoon based mainly on the '80s run, they sure did leave out Jericho and Wonder Girl).