Author's Note:

Thank you to all of my readers who have supported my previous stories. Hopefully this one does not disappoint. Please take the time to review, even if it's just to say hello. It makes all the hours I've put into this story worth it.

Note: This is NOT a sequel to my story "After Things Change," but the timeline of the story will be after the ending of "After Things Change" when the Titans finally go their separate ways.

Finally, keep an eye out for my author's notes, especially during the last few chapters of this Fanfiction. I have no immediate plans to start a new story after this one, but I highlight some ideas I have, and I will also be taking requests for BBRae and RobStar fics. So start brainstorming!

Finally, updates will be every few days instead of almost daily. I apologize, but work and travel make internet access spotty. On to the story!

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The rain wasn't so bad, once you got used to it.

Of course, it certainly helped if one had a thick coat to keep oneself warm, even if the freezing precipitation came from a place as frigid as Norway. It wasn't exactly pleasant weather to travel in, especially if a traveller's goal was to hike up several hundred feet into a Norwegian mountainside in search of shelter.

Green hooves wedged themselves into the rock, clipping the stone and leaping from ledge to ledge with the grace of a ballerina. When the mountain threatened to crumble beneath his feet, the animal shifted, compensating for what he could not accomplish in his previous form. Even someone who maneuvered the cliff side as expertly as he, needed to rest sometime.

He found the familiar crack in the stone, turning into a small mouse in order to wriggle his way through the opening. Once he had moved several feet deeper, the cave opened up in a small, delightful circle, big enough to accommodate his natural form.

The conditions outside may have been tough, but Garfield Logan was used to such things.

Once the shape shifter had returned to his human form, he rolled his shoulders, letting out a content grunt as he felt the muscles in his back ripple and pop. He placed a hand over his stomach, still gorged from the nonpoisonous berries he had consumed earlier. Examining his arms, he frowned as he noticed a smudge of oil on his sleeve, left behind from the sludge monster he had fought earlier. Dampening his finger, he scrubbed hard until the stain faded, and the colors of his red and white uniform shown through again.

Sitting down on the floor of the cave, Gar moved a small rock to the side and pulled out the backpack he had stored since he had first arrived to the hollow. Knowing he would probably be in Norway for a few more days, he would make sure to return the backpack to its designated place until he was ready to move on.

Settling in for the evening, Gar reached one hand into the backpack, searching for something. His heightened hearing was able to pick up the sounds of the rain beginning to lighten outside his shelter. He let out a satisfied noise as his fingers closed around the circular object he was searching for, and he pulled it out of his pack immediately. Running his thumb over the giant faded 'T' in the center of the communicator; Gar flipped the cover upwards and tapped into a familiar signal.

"Beast Boy," that delightfully sardonic voice answered. Gar grinned. He hadn't used the alias in years, preferring to go by 'Changeling' now, but every once in a while she would great him with that name, just for old times sake.

"Miss me?" he asked cheekily.

"You're the one who always calls me, remember?"

"But you like it when I call you; admit it Rae," he said, folding an arm behind his head.

"I'll never admit it."

Gar brought the screen closer so she could see his pout. She glared back at him, her violet eyebrows sharpening ever so slightly. After a moment she rolled her eyes, deciding to appease him.

"Out loud."

Gar's smile grew. "That's all I needed to hear."

"Where are you this time?" Raven asked, switching topics.

"Bergen, Norway. It's way colder than I thought it would be."

Raven raised her eyebrows. "It's Norway. Of course it's cold."

"Well I know that now."

He thought he saw a ghost of a smile appear on her gray lips. "I see you're trying out a new hairstyle. It's dreadful."

"It's just totally soaked. Funny, I thought you'd like anything better than my usual hair."

"Well, congratulations. You've found the exception."

Gar chuckled, shifting on the cave floor. He liked when they got to talk like this. It reminded him of the good old days when everything was more…consistent.

"I actually ran into Red Star," Gar continued.

"Oh really?"

"We didn't talk or anything, he just sent me one of those seriously intimidating nods when I was passing through one of the villages. He must have been tracking the same thing I was. I wish I'd gone over and said something to him."

The signal became a little fuzzy before clearing up again. "Why didn't you?" Raven inquired, resting her chin on her hand.

Gar shrugged. "It's not like we were ever really close. I guess I don't mind that much it's just…" he trailed off, not sure how to articulate what he meant.

"Out with it, Gar," she prodded.

He sighed. "I guess I just miss being on a team." He paused, waiting for her reply, but nothing came. "Raven?"

"I'm here," she replied.

"Well? Do you ever miss it?" Gar questioned, flipping over onto his stomach.

Raven hesitated. "I miss seeing my friends every day."

"Me too," Gar said, smiling softly. "Do you ever talk to Nightwing and Star? They still in Bludhaven?"

"Yes, and I did talk to them once. Not too long ago. Other than that I haven't." She paused. "What about you? Do you ever talk to Cyborg?"

"I tried last month. He's always busy. League stuff I guess," he told her, shrugging. He smirked. "Who'd of thought that out of everyone we'd be pen pals?"

"I'm going to let that one go."

Gar laughed. He rested his cheek on his hand, wishing, not for the first time, that the communicator provided better quality so he could actually get a good look at her. He could tell that her hair had gotten a little longer, and maybe her features had sharpened. It was too hard to know for sure just by looking at her through a screen.

"I'm glad you called actually," Raven said, surprising him. She almost never admitted she enjoyed their chats. "There's something I need to tell you. About when I talked to Nightwing and Starfire."

"What's up?" he questioned; his interest thoroughly peaked.

"Just…don't overreact, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me already!" he urged, annoyed that she would even think to say that.

Raven stared at him. "Starfire's pregnant."

"What?!" Gar gasped, and then proceeded to choke on his own spit. He coughed violently, banging his chest.

"I can hear you overreacting."

"I'm fine, I'm totally fine," Gar said, regaining his breath. "Wow. I mean wow. How did that happen?"

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Surely I don't have to go into the specifics."

A thin blush dusted the green hero's cheeks. "Not that. I mean, I thought they weren't, like, a match or whatever."

"They weren't. That's why it was so unexpected. Apparently Galfore found someone on Tamaran that was the equivalent to an obstetrician on Earth," Raven explained. When Gar stared at her blankly, she gave him a deadpan look. "A baby doctor," she clarified.

"Oh. Huh. So, guess they're gonna move the wedding up?" Gar asked.

Raven nodded. "It was Bruce's suggestion. Better for the heroic image to be wed before Starfire starts showing, and with her Tamaranean genes who knows when that will be?"

Beast Boy nodded. Nightwing and Starfire's relationship was always huge in the media. No doubt there would be a feeding frenzy when the tabloids found out she was with child. It was probably best to keep it on the down low. "When are they moving it to?"

"Two weeks from now."

"Dude! That's, like, so soon!" Gar said.

Raven smirked. "Very observant."

Gar ignored her. "Where are you right now?" he asked, suddenly very excited. "Maybe we could meet up in a couple of days and head to Jump together. They're still having it in Jump right?"

"Yes they are," Raven said slowly, "but you should go there on your own. I'm in Southeast Asia studying at a new temple. I won't be done until later in the week."

"Oh, okay," Gar said, hoping his voice didn't betray the disappointment he felt. He hadn't seen Raven, or really any of them, in person for almost five years. The last time all five Titans had been in the same room was when Cyborg had married Sarah, a few months after the team had split up. Ever since then, everyone had been living separate lives.

Except for these brief moments when Gar could talk to Raven.

"I should go. I'll see you soon," Raven told him, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards the tiniest bit.

"Yeah, okay. See you, Rae," he responded, returning her smile. The transmission ended, and Gar rolled over onto his back, staring at the stalagmites above him. He wasn't tired anymore. He thought, not for the first time, about the possibility of the team getting back together. Maybe this new reunion could make that happen. His brain buzzed with excitement. His skin felt electric.

He knew it would take him at least a couple of days for him to cross over into the States again. Hell, he was situated at pretty much the farthest possible location he could be from Jump City. Because of this reality, Gar made the executive decision to fly via aircraft, rather than attempt the journey himself. Besides, it's not like the ticket would be a heavy burden on his wallet. Being a hero did have its advantages after all.

The next morning, Gar re-dug the tunnel, which had allowed him to slip his backpack through, before crawling out himself. The weather was still crisp, but white sunlight greeted him instead of frigid rain. Things were looking up.

Even as he boarded the plane destined for Southern California, Gar thought about changing flights to Asia, just to surprise Raven. Thankfully he had a little more foresight in his early twenties than he had as a teenager, for he didn't even know her exact location. Raven was always vague when she talked about where she went to temple. Maybe because she suspected he would try to visit her if he knew where she was. If so, she was right.

As he made his way to his seat, he smiled as the other passengers stared at him and pointed. Having green skin and saving civilians made him somewhat of a celebrity. Gar sat down in his window seat, glancing out onto the tarmac. He was actually glad for the long duration of the flight; it had been several days since he had lain in a cushioned seat and to be honest, he could use the sleep.

When the captain's voice came over the speaker system, Gar buckled his seatbelt and rested his head back, his eyes already shutting. In eleven hours, he would be back at one of the few places he had called home.

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Gar recalled years ago when he and his friends had returned to their beloved city after fighting the Brotherhood of Evil for sixth months. The city had changed, as if it had kept growing while they were gone. To a small degree, it felt as if they had never lived there to begin with.

Walking down the streets of Jump now, reading the names of unfamiliar businesses in familiar settings, Gar felt how he had back then, but tenfold. It was strange, revisiting a place that was caught between memory and reality.

To his surprise, most people walked by without a second glance at him. Heroes came and went, he supposed. Nothing really unusual about that.

While he waited at a crosswalk, he heard a small gasp beside him. Turning his head, Gar made eye contact with a group of teenagers, definitely old enough to remember when he and the other Titans had lived there.

"Beast Boy," a dark skinned boy with bad acne spoke, his lips turning up in a smile. "You're back."

Gar returned his smile, finding he didn't have the heart to correct him.

He wandered the streets for a couple more hours, revisiting the old comic book store and pizzeria he used to frequent. For some reason, Gar thought he would be happier than he was. It's not that he didn't enjoy being back, but the excitement he had felt earlier seemed to fade into more of a bittersweet feeling.

The sky was just starting to turn red in the promise of a sunset when Gar's feet finally led him to the bay. The lowering sun sent sparkles of light across the water top, coloring the ripples in shades of warmth. His eyes settled on the 'T' shaped building in the distance. From where he was, he couldn't see any of the windows lit up, but then again it still was fairly early. Taking a deep breath, Gar transformed into a falcon, using his talons to carry the small sack he had brought with him.

When he hovered over the roof of the Tower, he released his grasp on the backpack, and it fell unceremoniously onto the concrete. Changing back to his original form, Gar dropped down easily, picking up the bag by one of its straps and slinging it over his shoulder. He meandered over to the door that led to the inside of the Tower. He hesitated, his arm outstretched for only a moment, before his hand tugged on the metal knob. With one final breath, he entered the place he had not been inside of for over five years.

He navigated the winding hallways of the Tower as seamlessly as he did when he still lived there. He stopped in front of his door, noticing how his name engraving had collected a fine layer of dust. He reached out and traced over the letters with his thumb.

Beast Boy.

He was sure Cyborg would change the engraving for him if he asked, but he kind of liked it the way it was. Pressing the button to the left, the door opened swiftly, allowing Gar to step inside.

The room was pretty much empty, save for his old bunk bed. This is probably the cleanest it's ever been, he thought with a smirk. Moving further into the room, he dropped his backpack by the foot of his bed, continuing to gaze around as he did so. He couldn't believe he was going to be spending the next two weeks here again.

When the Titans had first split up, Cyborg had left to join the Justice League, and Nightwing had gone to Bludhaven. Both locations were on the other side of the country, so it wasn't like they could have commuted from the Tower. Although the split had been pretty official, Gar, Raven and Starfire had spent one more month together in the Tower, as they searched for various opportunities for themselves.

Gar had found Starfire to be a surprisingly strong leader. Her patient hand and excellent advice mixed with her ferocity in battle made quite the combination. She had eventually decided to leave for Tamaran for six months in order to reconnect with Galfore and her people. Gar remembered how concerned Nightwing had been, but Starfire had silenced his worries with a reminder that Earth would always be her true home. The two had agreed to take a brief romantic break while Nightwing rediscovered himself as a solo hero, but as soon as she had returned they seemed to pick up right where they had left off. Starfire moved to Bludhaven shortly after her return.

At least, that's what Gar had heard. He hadn't had any direct contact with Starfire or Nightwing since the former had returned to Tamaran, so the details were just hearsay.

Nightwing and he had never been very close in terms of their personalities. They had a strong friendship, and would certainly take a bullet for the other in a second, but it didn't surprise Gar when they didn't communicate after the split. From what he had heard, Nightwing had stayed in Gotham with Batman and the newest Robin, a kid by the name Tim Drake, before officially moving a few cities over to Bludhaven.

He had talked to Cyborg via communicator a total of four times since the split. He felt a little proud that he had been the first of the team to know Cyborg had proposed to Sarah. They had all reconvened for the two's wedding three months after everyone had left. Starfire had made sure to briefly return to Earth just for the occasion. After the wedding, Gar thought things might return to normal, that maybe everyone would decide they were great as a team, and the Titans would reconnect. Needless to say, he was mistaken. Pretty soon after the wedding, Cyborg became very involved in League missions, and Gar all but lost communication with his best friend.

Raven was another story.

Talking with her frequently had started as an accident. She had mistakenly called him one night two weeks after Cyborg and Sarah's wedding, and he had been so flattered she had reached out that he didn't even think to question the random timing. Once she had explained the call was unintentional he had deflated, but his spirits rose again as she inquired about his well being. The conversation had taken off from there.

They spoke about twice a week ever since that day. He was always the one who called her, but he could tell she looked forward to their conversations almost as much as he did. She, unlike the rest of the team, had decided to use her free time studying various religions, namely Buddhism, rather than fighting crime. That's not to say she didn't take out a baddy every once in a while if the situation called for it. She had to keep her skills fresh after all. Gar had asked why she hadn't chosen to do solo hero work as some of their other friends had. Raven had replied that it wasn't the same without a team, and that no one would even know her as well as the Titans.

He couldn't really argue with that.

When he had first left Jump City, Gar had chosen to do freelance team hero work. He worked with Titans' East for a bit, then switched over to help Hotspot and then Argent for a couple of months. He even stayed with Kole and Gnarrk for three weeks. Eventually Gar realized that trying to replace one team by joining another was not working. Everything just felt off, so he switched to solo work. He travelled the globe, occasionally running into other former Titans, and helping in any way he could. He liked his life, he really did.

But he always felt like something was missing.

Gar straightened up as he heard a small noise coming from the ops room, successfully dragging him out of his thoughts. Exiting his room, Gar made his way down the hallway and into the common room where he had played endless hours of video games with Cyborg. Glancing around the area now, he found the space to be empty.

That was odd. He was sure his ears had picked up-

"EEEE!" a voice squealed to his right, and seconds later an orange figure slammed into him, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing until he begged for mercy. "Oh Friend, it is wonderful to see you!" Starfire cried, crushing him to her chest.

"Star…please…can't breathe…" the green hero gasped, and a moment later the Tamaranean released him.

"My apologies, it has just been far too long!" Starfire said, clasping her hands together. Gar noticed how her hair had grown longer and thicker. Her figure had filled out more, and she no longer wore her usual uniform. Her top had extended to a tightfitting long sleeve cropped shirt with circular gaps along the tops of her shoulders. Her mini-skirt had been replaced with tight, spandex shorts.

"Yeah, it has been," Gar agreed.

"You have grown taller!" Starfire observed, landing on the ground so they could compare heights. She was still clearly taller than him, but Gar was content with coming up to her cheekbone. "Your hair is a little longer as well. That is a very popular 'do' I have seen."

Gar grinned. He prided himself on his hair, especially since it hadn't started thinning yet, like that future version of himself Starfire had seen. It was shorter on the sides and slightly longer on the top, giving him a very clean and polished look.

"Are you the only one here?" he asked.

Starfire shook her head. "Nightwing and Cyborg are also in the city. They should be-" she halted her speech as the ops doors slid open, revealing the two heroes carrying enough pizzas to feed a small village. They placed the boxes onto the kitchen table before their eyes rested on Gar. Their faces lit up immediately.

"Garfield, my man!" Cyborg boomed, coming over and clapping Gar on the back while shaking his hand. "Good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, Vic," Gar replied, laughing. He turned to Nightwing and shook the other man's hand. "Dick, glad to see you, Dude."

"You as well, Beast Boy," Nightwing responded, then shook his head. "Changeling, sorry. Takes some getting used to." When Gar waved off his apology, Nightwing smiled. "Welcome home, Gar." The black-cladded hero went over to stand by his fiancée, now eye level with him, and gave her a small peck on the lips.

"Congratz you guys. I mean it," Gar said, gesturing to the couple. "You know if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

Starfire beamed. "I am only one month along, but it does not matter. We have agreed to allow it to be a surprise!"

Gar smiled. "Cool. I'm totally gonna be the best uncle ever!"

"That's what you think, BB," Cyborg said, ruffling the shape shifter's hair. Gar frowned at hearing his old alias for the third time that day, but he shook it off. The cybernetic man paused, glancing at the time on his forearm. "When's Raven supposed to get here?"

"She informed me this morning that she will be arriving after dinner tonight," Starfire told them.

Guess she decided to postpone the rest of her studies after all, Gar thought, pleased with this new information.

"Well then," Nightwing said, coming over to where the pizzas were. "That gives us a few hours to catch up until she gets here." He glanced up at his other friends, looking more relaxed and happy than Gar had ever seen him. "Who's hungry?"

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Author's Note: I'm going to try to make each chapter at least 3,500 words. Sometimes they will be longer depending on where I want the chapter to end.

Starfire and Gar's new look can be found simply by googling their names and going to images. I decided to have them look like the more adult versions of themselves in the comics, but the more updated versions rather than the ones from the 80's. Same with Nightwing and Raven's look.

Next chapter, Gar sees Raven in person for the first time in almost five years! Not to mention fun wedding planning things, and the return of some beloved characters.