(A/N): Surprise! We're here with a fun one-shot behind the scenes as we look at the creation of one of the alliances in the Quarter Quell. This was a collaborative chapter written by the writers for the Teen Titans and takes place after the interviews (and before Clark Kent's chapter, which went up on Friday). Enjoy!

Teen Titans, Go!

Roof of the Training Center

Dick Grayson, Kory Anders, Garfield Logan, Rachel Roth, and Logan

Written by: robbiepoo2341, Unlucky Alis, abrokencastiel, silmarilz1701, and Canucklehead Cowgirl

"All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall." - Alexander Dumas, The Three Musketeers

Logan checked the clock — again. Dick would be running late to his own damn meeting. Naturally. Hank McCoy had already gotten Victor Creed to go elsewhere for the evening with the threat of a long talk with himself and Charles Xavier when Hank had let it slip they were headed up to chat with Logan again.

But so far, the group of kids that had shown up were looking a bit nervous at being alone with a bunch of victors who were there without the kids from their districts currently in attendance. The two smaller kids from Dick's group — Raven from Nine and Garfield from Ten — were hanging around Groot, who was very generously trying to get Rocket to quit being himself and make nice with the sweet kids, while Erik Lensherr stood to the side watching Raven's interactions with the others critically.

"Ignore the growls," Logan said over his shoulder to them as one of the kids snatched their hand back from the snarly raccoon. "He's all bark."

The green boy scrunched up his face in concentration before doing a perfect imitation of the raccoon's angry growls, ending in chittering.

"Are you trying to challenge him?" Logan asked.

"Naw," Gar gave Logan a toothy grin. "I'm just trying to get him to come down."

Logan watched the boy for a moment and then took a few steps closer to the still angry-sounding raccoon, flat ignoring his growls and snarls as he reached out and scratched his ear, getting him to settle down quickly. "Ignore the growls. He's fine."

Gar stretched up on his tiptoes and gingerly rubbed the raccoon's head. The animal pushed against his hand, making his smile even wider. "We are going to be super good friends. Just you wait. You'll be sitting on my shoulder by the end of the night."

Groot smiled down on the green-toned boy and slowly handed him a few bits of chocolate.

"For me?"

"For the raccoon," Logan clarified for him, then explained, "Groot doesn't talk much. Don't expect any answers from him."

"That's alright. Steve used to say I did enough talking for the both of us."

"To people and animals, apparently," Raven said softly with a smirk.

"Where is your tribute, Logan?" Erik muttered impatiently, breaking into the light banter with a look of irritation.

"That's what I'd like to know," Logan replied in almost a growl as he turned from the smaller kids to walk toward the ledge where Hank and Charles were, wondering what exactly was the point of this meeting if half the group didn't show — outside of these two little ones at least being out of harm's way, or away from the nutjobs that were in this year's tributes.

The kids were still hanging out with Groot and Rocket, who was definitely warming up to Gar, when Dick and Kory finally made their appearance at the door opening up to the roof, Dick's arm around her waist and both of them still wearing their interview outfits despite the fact that it had been some time ago — and the whole point of meeting this late was to give the kids a chance to change and recover from the interviews themselves.

They were both grinning, and Dick hadn't managed to get off all the lipstick, though he'd done a good job of trying.

Logan turned to give Dick a slow, appraising look with one eyebrow raised when he finally came to a stop — not looking sorry at all. "Sure we're not interrupting?" Logan said dryly. "We can leave ... pull the door shut behind us if you need another .. oh. Ten minutes by the look of things."

"Lost track of time," Dick said with that same unapologetic look.

"You don't say," Logan said dryly.

Erik rolled his eyes. "There's work to be done."

"Dick and Kory sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Gar sang while continuing to try and lure Rocket onto his arm with the chocolate.

"Not quite a tree, but that sounds fun," Dick shot back, grinning wider.

"If you two can focus on something other than each other for a few minutes, we can get this show on the road — and you can go back to that dark corner where the cameras are off," Logan said, cutting into the back and forth. "Unless you need me to point you to somewhere with a door."

Kory laughed. "Oh, that doesn't actually stop anyone," she said, as Dick turned a brilliant red.

"Just picked the wrong door, that's all," Logan countered. "Happens when your partner likes to be caught."

"I do not," Dick said, sounding affronted.

"Enough with the half-assed lies. What's your plan?" Logan asked. "For the Games. That is."

The two older tributes glanced at each other as they headed back to join the rest of the group. "Well, that's the whole point, isn't it? Work that out?" Dick said as he dropped into a bench and Kory leaned against him. "Kory and I can fight, so we can get supplies, but we should work something out on how to meet up once the Games start, probably."

"What if we all use, like, bird calls or something? It would be bad planning to just call out until we find each other and give our location away, but if we listen for owl hoots in the middle of the day, we'll find each other no problem, right?" Gar suggested.

"Pick a direction from the launch — and get there," Logan suggested. "If the bunch of you are making noise like that all over, you'll be chasing each other in circles. The bird calls can be your safety."

Gar looked like he understood perfectly as he started to nod. "Good point. Didn't think about that."

"Then we just pick a cardinal direction... north okay with everyone?" Dick asked. "Easy to figure that out, anyway."

"Everyone know how to find north without a compass?" Logan asked, looking over the group.

"Totally," Gar assured. He turned to Raven and put a hand on her shoulder. "If you don't know how, just stick with me. I'll keep you safe. Get you to the group."

Raven crossed her arms. "I know how to tell direction, Gar," she said, and didn't miss the approving glance Erik sent her.

"And if you get separated — look for where the moss grows," Logan added. "Always on the north side if there's any sun."

"Find a place to hide until we can meet up," Dick added. "And keep an eye out. Kory and I will come around with food and weapons as soon as we're done with the bozos at the Tesseract."

"I can help with food. At least vegetation food." Gar hesitated a second. "And I can set a few traps if you guys really want to eat any cute, adorable bunnies."

"If you're not comfortable with it, someone else can do the traps," Dick promised, earning a relieved smile from Gar.

"Girls," Logan prompted, looking toward the two of them. "What have you got to add, or are you happy lettin' these two trip over themselves to take care of you?"

"You did hear the part where Dick and I will be getting supplies, yes?" Kory asked imperiously.

"Don't count on getting supplies," Logan advised.

"We're gonna try at least," Dick said. "If nothing else, she's got my back."

"And then some," Kory agreed with half a glare Logan's way.

Logan chuckled at that and shook his head. "I'm happy for you. Really. I just don't want you hung up on the crap at the Tesseract."

"Well, I'm… experienced at healing wounds, making poultices. I can work with any sort of plant life we find," Raven said. She turned to Kory in particular. "In case you don't get supplies."

A green hand raised, waiting semi-patiently for someone to call on him before Gar went ahead and asked, "Quick question: should I know what the Tesseract is?"

Erik put his head in his hands as Charles and Hank gave Gar a patient look.

"The big death trap in the middle of the circle at the beginning of the Games," Logan said without the slightest hesitation. "They fill it with bait to bring everyone in. Weapons and medical supplies… food. Stuff like that."

"Ooooh that thing. Sounds like a bad idea. You guys sure you want to go for that?" Gar frowned at the older tributes.

"I've got a few friends outside of the group — Helena's got friends too. Not everyone there is going to attack us, and the ones that do are asking for it," Dick said easily.

"True," Logan agreed. "But if you end up in a fight there — make it stick."

"That's why we'll be working together," Kory said. "Just to be safe."

"And I'm telling you now if that Eight kid comes within fifty yards…" Dick said, trailing off as he shook his head.

"That dude's freaky," Gar helpfully supplied.

Logan covered his face with one hand, drawing in a deep breath and trying not to rile his tribute up. "Just … don't fixate on any one person, okay? It's not a good idea. It will bite you if you do."

"I'm just saying… if the opportunity comes up …"

"Yeah, that's how it starts," Logan said before he looked around at the group at large. "You guys know who's after you yet?"

"I know of at least one," Raven said darkly. "Angela knows too much." She paused before continuing. "She's definitely dangerous."

"Watch your back then," he replied. "That's who'll be looking for an opportunity to come up …" He glanced toward Dick and let the sentiment fall.

"Don't worry about it," Dick promised the younger kids. "They'd have to go through us first, and I already told you, that's not happening."

"I would not be surprised if some of the Careers — Jack's Careers, I mean — think most of us are not even a threat," Kory said with a small, almost pleased smile.

"To be more accurate, there are no real Careers in that particular group," Hank interjected. "That doesn't make the mindless miscreants following that walking grease-paint stain any less dangerous, however."

"Walking grease-paint stain… I might steal that," Dick chuckled.

"I thought mindless miscreants was more fitting," Logan said under his breath.

"The whole affair is rampant silliness," Hank agreed.

"No kidding. You should see the group Five and Four have got going on," Dick said with a grin. "Now that is actually a Career pack."

"They look good, too," Logan said with a nod.

"Not as good as us," Kory said with a little laugh.

Gar nodded. "We definitely rule. They've got nothing on us, right Ray?"

"Nothing but muscles, training, and stubbornness," she deadpanned. "And do not call me Ray."

"They've got years of training and a chip on their shoulder," Logan agreed.

"Yeah, but I think they like me," Dick said with a grin, leaning back easily with his feet kicked up.

"Damnit, Grayson … no," Logan said, shaking his head at him.

But that just had Dick grinning even wider. "No, no, I really think they do. Diana's nice."

"So was Steve," he replied. "Things change. Fast."

"People all have a dark side," Raven said ominously.

"It's like when the dogs start fighting when there's no food left. The really nice dogs turn all nasty to the other dogs, not because they're mean, but because they have to." Gar nodded confidently at his comparison.

"That doesn't happen to everyone, though," Dick said, dropping a bit of the easy grin to make sure Gar had his full attention and reassurance. "Won't happen to us."

Raven rolled her eyes, and Logan just stared at Dick for a moment with a pained expression on his face — though he couldn't seem to find the words to tell him how very wrong he was. Instead, he let out a grumble as he walked across the way to lean on the ledge with Hank, pulling the flask out of his back pocket for a long pull.

"At least not against each other," Kory said, trying to help. "We are friends, not enemies."

"For now," Erik reminded them darkly. "Everything can change in a moment out in the Games."

Dick was watching Logan drink over the top of Kory's head and then let out a breath, clearly dismissing the darker mood of the mentors in the group. "Right, so — the plan is to head north, find a place to hide until me and Kory can find you. After that, we wing it, I guess. Traps, get some food…"

"And don't fixate on anyone," Logan said. "Take out whoever comes your way."

Raven was standing quietly. She looked from Gar to Kory to Dick. Finally, her gaze landed on Logan. "Do we have a chance?"

"Every one of you has a chance," he replied. "If you don't let their head games get to you."

With a nod, she returned to her stoic pose. "I can heal, but that's about it. Illusions too, I suppose."

"She's super good at illusions. She can make herself vanish with these smoke bombs. You guys should see it." Gar smiled at her cheesily. Rocket had finally relented and climbed onto his shoulder for a piece of chocolate and angrily chittered when the boy's shoulder moved too much.

Raven blushed. "Thanks."

"Everybody here has something they can do to help," Dick agreed. "It's a good group. We'll be fine."

"Great," Logan said with a nod. "So what can you all do to fight? I know Grayson can probably flip circles around 'em."

A dark look clouded Raven's eyes. She said nothing, lost in her own thoughts.

Kory smirked. "The Sentinels in Twelve taught me a few things. You should never underestimate a pretty girl's strength."

"True story," Logan agreed. "But more specifically … what can you do? Kate was a crackshot and knew her way around pretty much everything, somehow. Kurt was handy with a sword, and Petey was one hell of a wrestler, believe it or not."

"I'm good with my fists. I know all the moves to take down a grown man," Kory said as Dick nodded along with an obnoxious grin and Raven huffed.

"Yeah, we know you want her to take you down," Logan muttered Dick's way. "And we all know she'd hand you your ass in a basket. And you'd love it."

Raven smirked, loving the way Logan talked to Dick. "A blind man could see that."

Dick waved a hand. "Yeah, well, the point here isn't whether or not Kory could take me down — which she could—"

"Will."

"—the point is we gotta be prepared for the Games in the morning, so…" Dick shrugged lightly, one shoulder moving Kory beside him.

"What about you?" Logan said, turning toward Gar. "What have you got — outside of dealing with snarky raccoons?"

"Me?!" Gar's head whipped between Logan and Hank. Rocket had perched on his head and held on tight to his hair.

"Have you found any of the stations helpful?" Hank asked. "Or even remotely interesting?"

"There must be something," Erik agreed. "Surely you aren't completely inept."

"Yeah, um, I'm good at climbing."

"And you can keep us from eating poisonous plants," Raven told him with a tiny smile. Then the smile became a smirk. "Or drop pine cones from trees."

"And that's great," Logan said. "But he needs to be able to defend himself too."

Gar shifted the way he was sitting, though not enough to disturb Rocket. "I'm decent at hand-to-hand I guess. At least, I tried it a few times with Danny."

"Yeah?" Logan said, putting the flask back in his back pocket as he headed closer to the youngest tribute. He held up both hands about chest level, palms open. "Hit me."

"Really?" Gar glanced at Hank, who nodded, before prying the raccoon from his head and handing it back to Groot, who was slowly turning the mounted cameras away from the group all together without a word spoken. Gar pulled back and gave his best punch to Logan's open palm.

"Not bad, but don't try to hit my hand — try to hit through my hand," Logan told him, urging him to give it another shot. "No fighting between tributes. Nothin' says you can't hit me. Trust me. I know."

The small boy bit his tongue in concentration and tried again, giving it all he had. "Like that?" he asked with a hopeful smile.

"Better," Logan said, nodding. "But you'd be smart to focus on dodging if someone comes at you. You'll wear 'em down fast if they keep missing." He looked across the room and called for Dick to join them. "I'm more concerned someone's gonna get a hold of you, though. What do you do for that?"

"Try to wriggle free?"

Logan shook his head with a smirk as Groot sent Rocket off to disable the few cameras in the corners he couldn't reach with a practiced ease. "Not going to help," Logan said as he had Dick stand behind Gar. "Throw an elbow into his stomach — but not .. not right now. Then grab his arm here …" He showed him exactly where to grab him. "Step back and let him throw himself over your shoulder — anyone bigger'll do it without meaning to."

Dick just grinned at Logan and did just that, flipping over Gar's shoulder without touching him. "Wow, Gar, ouch," he teased when he wound up on the floor in exactly the way he'd wanted to land.

"Yeah, that was .. not helpful," Logan said, shaking his head before he turned to look around the room. "Henry, you're up." He looked at Gar. "Same thing — just with Hank instead. He's not a flip-happy circus brat."

Dick grinned wider. "You asked me. Don't come to me with your buyer's remorse."

"And I now see the error of my ways," Logan replied. "You're driving me to drink."

"You just want an excuse."

"You sound like your dad," Logan shot back.

Dick laughed him off. "No way. There were too many words."

"True," Logan said with a nod. "But I thought you might wanna help your teammate here before the launch?"

"Hey, you showed him the move, and he's not allowed to hit me, so what, you want me to break something for you?"

"Cameras are off," Logan pointed out, then let out a dramatic 'ah', gesturing widely with both arms. "Which I know is hard on you. Now I get it."

"I'll never get over it," Dick agreed with one hand on his heart.

"If you don't mind," Raven growled, "I'd like to learn something."

"One that wants to learn," Logan said, gesturing again for Gar to take a hold of Hank. "I don't think any of you are short enough to pull this off right with me … so."

Gar grinned over his shoulder at his mentor. "Ready?" He did as Logan said as soon as Hank nodded, jabbing his elbow into Hank's stomach and using the momentum of the man's reaction to pull him over his head. "Whoa!" The boy grinned at Logan. "That was wicked."

"Bigger they are, the more fun they are to fling too," Logan told him as he offered Hank a hand up. "You wanna try it, Raven? I think Hank has one more in him."

Erik shot a smirk at Hank. "One more might be too much."

"Come now, Logan. I can take more than a few throws. You know that." Hank smirked at his friend. "You ready for this, Erik?"

The other man gestured for him to begin.

"Just watchin' out for you in your advancing years," Logan teased.

Raven paused and then nodded. "Very well." She stood in place as Hank came over, bracing in the proper position. As she jammed her small elbow into his abdomen, she did her best to copy Gar, with mixed results. Hank went flying, but it nearly knocked her to the ground as well. She growled in frustration.

"As soon as you feel his weight partway over your head, duck," Logan told her.

"That much I can do," she muttered quietly. They repeated the process, with a much improved result. "Always been good at ducking."

"Only other advice I can give you two — lots of elbows. Go for the soft bits," Logan said, then clarified, "Anywhere in the face. Eyes. Palm strike up the nose … and protect your own. Don't be afraid to play dirty."

Raven nodded emphatically. "Don't worry."

"Erik, Logan and I will do what we can on this side of things," Hank promised.

"Sponsors would be nice," Raven deadpanned. "I suppose."

"Feel free to just go end it in the first few days so you don't need us," Hank teased.

Gar stuck out his tongue at the man. "And, what, make it so you don't have to work?"

"We'll be fine on sponsors. Already said we're the best-looking alliance, right?" Dick teased.

"You shouldn't worry about that side of things," Logan said.

"Probably will anyway. Be sitting awake at night wondering how many 'Dammit Graysons' I'm getting a day," Dick said, the smile stretching wider.

"The way you're goin', they're probably gonna think I've got tourette's," Logan replied.

"So, just the right amount, good to know." Dick grinned as he readjusted the way he was sitting so Kory could sit closer against him as he glanced at the clock. "Should probably not stay up all night before the launch, though."

"Yeah, not like you're gonna sleep or anything anyhow," Logan muttered. "Do what you want. I don't think anyone sleeps the night before."

Raven shrugged. "Time will tell."

"I know I'm not going to be able to sleep," Gar agreed. "I can never sleep before big days. Rita used to always say 'Garfield Mark Logan, how am I supposed to make you presentable when you have big circles under your eyes?' And then she'd try to put this make-up stuff on me."

Logan raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm not sure what part of that's more confusing…"

Erik spoke up from where he and Hank had been standing quietly observing the tributes, though Charles had started chatting with Kory and Dick. "It's time Raven went to bed."

She threw him a glare. "I can decide my own bed time."

"I'm simply trying to help you," Erik stood up higher. "Your district partner is already asleep, and believe me, he's ready for these Games."

"Oh you would know, wouldn't you," she began angrily, growing more intense as she went on and surprising the rest of the kids in the room with the sudden outburst — since she had always been so controlled in interacting with them. "You would know. After all, you and Trigon are a team now, aren't you? So why not Jervis? You bastard." She screamed by the end, her eyes narrowing and stepping dangerously close to mentor. "I will never be your perfect soldier in your fake little rebellion." She spat the last word with fire.

"Stand down, now," Erik snarled, glad the cameras had been disabled. "You don't know what you're saying. You need to calm down."

Raven looked ready to punch Erik, but she closed her eyes and took a breath. After a moment, she turned to her friends and bid them good night without much fanfare.

The others looked a bit shocked, but Gar didn't even miss a beat with a broad smile and a wave. "G'night, Ray! Sleep tight."

"I'm not Ray," she muttered to herself on the way out after nodding to Gar.

As she marched toward the exit, Erik remained behind momentarily. He turned to the other mentors and shook his head.

"She's simply acting out," Charles said with a kind smile. "Not that anyone could blame her."

"She needs to channel her anger," Erik muttered. "It will make her stronger."

"Yes, old friend, and preferably not at you."

Erik agreed wholeheartedly. "We're lucky the cameras were off with that little mention of a rebellion."

"It's lucky that we came to a group with a history of doing such things," Charles said with a smirk as he glanced toward Logan and Groot.

Erik let out a short laugh. "You're right, my friend." He shook his head before he turned to leave. "Well, I must see to my tribute." With that, he was gone — after promising to find Charles after the launch, of course.

"She's totally a Ray," Gar whispered to the others conspiratorially after the door had closed behind Erik and he was sure that Raven couldn't hear him.

"Regular ray o' sunshine," Logan replied just as quietly as he took another drink.

"She's pretty when she smiles," Kory commented.

"So pretty," Gar sighed, and Kory simply looked at Gar and laughed quietly, finding his obvious crush on Raven sweet and amusing.

"Hank'll never tell you to do it, but you better kiss that girl while you can," Logan said conversationally as he looked down into his flask and frowned at the low level of amber liquid. "Hell. Might even be a good way to die if she's riled up."

Bright red colored Gar's cheeks. "I'm getting there. I don't want to rush things. Dick gave me some pointers."

"Rush it."

"Some of the common areas are nice, but probably busy tonight," Dick suggested. "But any empty room, really… Just sit down and talk with her and see where it goes," he added, waving one hand over Logan's way. "Don't pay any attention to him. He's just like this and thinks it's hilarious."

Gar suddenly remembered he had an important question for the Seven mentor. "Logan, you're name's Logan, right?"

"Yeah," he replied, just then looking up at him from across the way. "Why?"

"Well, my name's Logan! That's pretty cool, right? What are the chances there would be two Logans here at the same time? I don't know any others. Not a very common name in Ten."

"It's … not exactly ...yeah," Logan said slowly. "What was your dad's name?"

"Mark Logan. He was taller than me. At least, I remember him as taller than me."

"Doesn't take much, does it?" Logan said with a little smirk. "I really don't know anything about that family."

"Aw, that's okay. But wouldn't it be super awesome if like we were secret family or something? Like one of those shows on the TV with the really dramatic people."

"He's been watching a lot of soap operas between animal shows at night," Hank sighed in explanation.

"It's possible," Logan said with a shrug. "Who knows what those people were like or where they were from? Tom was the only Logan in Seven, so ..."

"Obviously, you have to be cousins or something," Dick said, gesturing between the two of them with one hand. "I coulda told you that. No one is as short as you two, so it must be a family curse."

Logan glanced Dick's way after he whipped a rock at him. "Get some rest if you can. Please. I'll get the hose for those two," Logan told Gar, gesturing to Dick and Kory.

Hank stood and motioned for Gar to join him. "That's our cue to leave."

The green boy gave a quick good-bye pat to Rocket and wave to Groot before joining Hank and Charles. "'Night, guys! Thanks for the tips, Logan!"

With that, the group was already starting to disperse, and Kory leaned over Dick's shoulder with a little smile to whisper, "So, where are we going tonight?"

Dick grinned back at her, grabbed her by the hand, and the two of them headed off — with Logan shaking his head at the pair of them.