First of all, thanks to all of you people's who have reviewed and woken me from the dead. I completly and totally forgot about all of my stories here on Fanfiction. But, now that I'm back, I will try hard to update all my numerous stories.

Ok, this chapter has next to no dialouge. I hope you all like reading discriptions.

enjoy!

Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg were scattered about Ops, each doing something different. Robin was attempting to beat Cyborg's high score of Mega Monkeys 4, and watching little green monkeys try to kill each other on the screen. Starfire, the alien that she was, had a huge dictionary open on the desk, attempting to find the definetion of xylaphone. Meanwhile, Cyborg had buried himself in computer parts, trying to fix the computer that Beastboy had accidentally knocked over. The tower was quiet, except for the beeps of the computer game, the clattering of metal around Cyborg, and the occassional gasp or giggle from Starfire as she looked though the dictionary.

Robin rolled his eyes at the screen as a figure resembling Darth Vader marched onto the screen and started to throw fireballs at him. He couldn't understand why Beastboy and Cyborg actually liked this game. It was TMCGHHEP - The Most Confusing Game He Had Ever Played. But, then again, he didn't play games much. Mostly he worked on his karate, and beat bad guys to a pulp. As the words GAME OVER flashed in big green letters on the screen, Robin put the controller down and stared at the screen as he, the little green monkey wearing a ninja sword and a little thought bubble above his head, came out, and sighed.

The dictionary was bright red and said it was Websters Dictionary, but someone had been bored earlier. Pages had been colored on, glued on, wrinkly, and one page smelled like Starfire's glorg. A few definetions had been crossed out and replaced (underwear was now headgear used for banishing goo monsters) and some of the words themselves had been replaced (moniter was now Hawaii). Starfire hadn't any idea how the dictionary was arranged, so she flipped through the pages slowly, reading everything. She believed it to be very interesting, especially when she read the definition for fungus, which included something about earwigs. Sometimes her eyes wandered off the pages and glanced down the hallway, though she quickly adverted them.

Cyborg reached for the glue bottle to glue the battery casing together. What he didn't realize, his mind preoccupied, was that the lid was off. As he brought over the bottle, he acidentally tipped it upside down, causing a river of thick, white Elmer's glue to cascade over his hand. The mechanic looked at the glue bottle, stared at the casing, and decided it wasn't worth it. He dropped the bottle, allowing the rest of the glue to puddle on the floor. Not bothering to wash off the glue, Cyborg stared at the sliding door. Maybe his little trick had been worse than he thought.

Raven and Beastboy had not left their rooms since yesterday afternoon, when the entire thing took place. For Raven, that was seminormal behavior, but Beastboy... Cyborg couldn't pretend he wasn't worried about his friend. They all were. Even Raven was worring him. Normally by now she'd have come out to get some tea or something. That time when she discovered Malchior was NOT normal. That incident had confirmed Cyborg's belief that books were bad news.

Beastboy had changed positions several times already. He could not sit still. Already he had moved from the bottom bunk to the top bunk, and then the floor, followed by the windosill. He was now perched as a green bird on his TV. He just couldn't believe that Cyborg, of all people, could do that to him. He knew how Beastboy felt, and yet he had to go messing around in other people's buisiness. Still, it was hard to stay mad. After all, they probably thought they were helping. Beastboy flew onto a stay beanbag and transformed back into himself, trying to think of what he would happen when he left his room... If he ever did.

Raven, on the other hand, hadn't moved at all. She had stayed stubbornly on her bed, meditating. For over twelve hours straight. Incidents kept going through her mind, things that had happened earlier. the time Beastboy and Cyborg went into her room, looked into the mirror, and got taken inside her mind; the time Terra betrayed them; the time Beastboy and Cyborg begged her to be referee for Stankball; the time they all fought the giant ink being; yesterday. She didn't want to leave her room. Not yet. Not now. Her mind was much too confused. If someone bothered her, they'd probably get very hurt, and that was something that she didn't want to happen.

A red light flared in the Tower, accompianied by loud blaring sounds. It almost sounded like starfire's music. Almost, but not quite. Raven and Beastboy reluctantly left their seperate rooms and went to Ops, carefully avoiding each other's eyes. Everyone stood in a circle. Raven flew over to see the moniter. Beastboy tripped and slid on the glue spill, fell flat on his face, then, blushing a strange olive color, ran over to his friends.

"Who is it?" Cyborg asked Robin. Robin narrowed his eyes.

"Slade."

He clenched his fists. "Titans, go!"