Author's Note: If you're still with me despite that horrid summary, God bless you. I don't know how to summarize this tale in the 384 characters provided and do it with proper grammar, so I guess whatever I had posted is what happened.

Thank you so much for clicking on this FanFiction of mine! You're a prize (not to be won as Princess Jasmine made a clear point, of course, but you're valuable and anyway). The author's note at the end will hopefully establish the foundation of how I want this story to take place, explain some of my choices, and be a guide to help you figure everything out. So, please, don't skip it! This WILL {hopefully} answer questions that might pop up as my story might differ from the "typical" one, at least that's my aspiration.

So, here is my story. It begins with a prologue (though never one as enchanting as the Beauty and the Beast's narration or as magnanimous and spine-chilling introduction given by Pacific Rim), and will take you to Jump City (Wiki say Jump City is in California, but I don't know much about CA weather/school systems/etc. so I'm just going with what I know and making JC wherever this story finds you in) to a handful of teenagers. This is their journey of how they became one team, one friendship…

Annnnd that's supa' cheesy. Moving on with my life and from this author's note.

Prologue:

The freedom summer offered most students differed in his case. Being the heir to a billion dollar company would restrict some liberties for sure; thus, he would be the first in line to enforce not telling others what to do, and encouraging them to be on their own. Although this was his theology, he didn't get to live it out. Hence why, when his adopted-like-father told his ward he could roam the harbor near the business meeting, he snapped up that chance of freedom.

Often, he was dragged to business meetings, conferences, dinners, and the like to boost the public image and enhance the relationships with domestic and foreign allies, this being the reason why they were currently visiting the Mediterranean area towards the ending of July. The people were nice, the food pristine, and the views of that sea were indescribable, but still, being the active teen he was, he didn't want to be trapped in stuffy boardrooms for hours on end; this is how he found himself meandering about the harbor of a minor port breathing in air that was sated with salt and the sea rather than figures and Wall Street musings.

He was lost in his thoughts, nearly serene, when suddenly a cry striking harshly against the muggy air caught his attention.

It sounded like a person screaming, but there were so many birds chattering, fishermen bickering, and boats creaking that it was hard to distinguish. He dismissed the idea. A few minutes later, however, as he was poking a rather large clam, the moan rang out once more.

Alright, that's it, he silently concluded as he stood from his crouching position and wiped away some sand splotches on his pants.

Ditching the clam, he cautiously but purposefully stalked his way to the general source of the scream –keeping to the shadows, though he knew not why. He deemed that the yells must have been coming from the rather large, steel ship that loomed over him like the skyscrapers of his home, Gotham City.

The port wasn't a major ocean one, nothing that filled headlines with its majesty or all the imports it gathered. It had big ships such as this one before him every now and then, but it was the style of the ship that caught him off guard the most, though. Ships represented its berth, but this water transport's craftsmanship he didn't recognize. It was likely from a smaller company or country since it seemed foreign but unfamiliar to him who has spend many hours staring at his father's business allies' vehicles, styles, and origins of countries.

Before he could try to decipher the faded name upon the hull, another yell emerged.

Yep, he was definitely at the source.

Just as he was about to leap on the ramp to get to the dock for further investigation, a pair of armor-clad guards emerged from the inside of the covered portion. As they began their patrol, they were talking on deck.

"The door will hold?" asked a guard, uncertainty obviously lacing his voice.

"It must," stated the second. He seemed determined and stern through his tone; ready to get a mission done. He continued, "The girl will be delivered to-"

The foghorn signaling the setting sail of the ship blasted through the air, prohibiting him from hearing whom the receiver of this cargo precisely was.

"And if this thing gets loose?" inquired a third voice.

As the ship began to leave port, he had to strain to hear their conversation. Then, a roar thundered from the cargo hold and a harsh scraping of metal irked his ears that were still ringing from the foghorn.

"It's escaping!" reported the first guard.

"I'll have none of that," the guard who spoke second declared.

A scramble on deck commenced as a flash of dark indigo and silver leapt over the railing, gracefully landed on the retreating ramp, flew down the slope in startling speeds, and dashed into a maze of dock and shacks.

He was stunned at the acrobatics and precision.

Apparently, the men on the retreating ship were as well for it was a moment before they composed themselves and acted on the escape. But it was too late. The ramp that was in the process of re-extending itself to the ship was short with the metal sailing further and further away. He could hear a voice barking for a turnaround, but they all knew that the ship would have to get out of the port area to do a complete rotation. Meaning… the escapee had no pursuers for a few moments…

He knew he shouldn't; follow through with where his adventurous and heroic sides were leading him. He was expected back at the hotel soon, anyhow, since they were flying back to the States tonight. It was getting dark and he was just a kid, really.

Yet, despite all the little naysayers residing in his head, his curiosity kept fighting him. He crept onto the deck and began to retrace the sporadic path of the indigo being.

Final Author's Note (in case you wanted more of me [I feel like Kuzco from The Emperor's New Groove or Timon and Pumbaa from The Lion King 1 ½, you know, with how they keep on interrupting the story with their commentary. Anyone? Anyone? {Bueller?} Okay.]):

Point One I need to make: This is a modern-day, no powers AU story. I'm taking the storyline and plot of the episode "Go!" and making that the loose skeleton of my tale. The other bones are from various episodes, which you'll probably recognize as we journey along the story. Note that the chronology of my story will not always line up with the order of events in the chronological episodes. You may also notice some similar dialogue or situations in this as well, good! That's the point. The direct quotes I do not claim in any way and will do my best to recite the episode in my notes, but I may also just spew the dialogue as well. The Terra arc will also be a major player for forming this tale too, but not right away. In due time.

Second thing: Names. That is one of the biggest differences, and at the same time similarities, of the many, many TT FanFics I've read. Some of the character's names I changed just because I wanted to or thought it was too similar to another name. Many of the names are the DC Comic's aliases, too –or a close version of it. I've done an awful lot of reading and studying on the Teen Titans Wiki pages to find original names, affiliations, personalities, etc. to try to keep them true to their Teen Titan show life and combine it with the comics, but dash in my own flare as well. So, hopefully, the effect is that you're able to identify who they are, but see my twist on their show version.

If a name is totally off from their superhero title and alias, I probably snagged part of their name and made it an anagram, or found a word in a different language that represented the character (For example: Wildebeest. I named him Connor Wilde. His last name is obvious. His first name is Connor, because, according to the Wikipedia website: "The wildebeest, also called gnus, are a genus of antelopes, Connochaetes", and the first part of that scientific name looked like Connor to me, so...).

If you are curious why I have a name the way I do or just want a list of the show character paired with their name in here, message me or let me know in your review, and I'll be more than happy to give you the whole list.

Lastly: If any of the events seem out of place with the show's timeline, or you have no idea who someone is, or if you're quite particular on your facts of DC Comics and just know I have some utterly wrong, hang in there with me. Hopefully, the fogginess will clear steadily as the chapters unfold. And I did do lots of research to try to get relationships/dynamics right, too, but I will admit that there are a few I blatantly changed so my ship would be like a steamboat to the actuality's row boat.

Just the prologue since this author's note is so massive. Chapter one will be posted soon! Please stick with it! It'll pick up, I promise!

Some dialogue may be recognized from Episode "Go!".