Author's Note: Okay, before you start reading, I have a few explanations! This takes place about five years into the future. Terra is approximately nineteen years old; Cyborg will be around twenty (I'm totally guessing here, I have no idea how old they all are in the TV series, I'm assuming they're all fourteen-sixteen) Also, I know the major character right now is Terra, but this is really going to be focusing more on what happened to the rest of the Titans. Terra just happened to be the best candidate for this particular role right now; it just works best this way. It's also pretty slow to begin with, I promise it will get better later on. Okay! Explanations are over. Please read and review!

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Terra pelted towards the building, her feet slapping on the wet ground and flinging up splashes of water that only succeeded in getting her more soaked. She was balancing a battered backpack on her head as she ran, futilely attempting to keep some of the sheeting rain off her face and head.

A huge flash of lightning illuminated the darkened surroundings, revealing her destination as she drew closer. It was a large tower, thin at the base and probably six times as wide at the roof; she wondered absently how it managed to stand solid with so much weight at the top.

The instant of light revealed the overgrown path that led to the double doors at the base of the building. As the flash faded, she tried to keep her eyes focused on the dark shadow of the building, hoping that she wouldn't accidentally run too far off the side of the path. On either side the ground sloped away towards the rocks and shore where waves pulsed with the winds and the tides. In the darkness, and with the rain making the ground slick, even stepping a little ways down the slope could prove dangerous.

A deafening crash of thunder directly overhead nearly made her stumble, but she was close enough now to the building's entrance that she didn't need the next lightning flash to show her where the doorway was. White lines painted on the door were light enough, even in the rain and near-pitch blackness, for her to see. She pressed her weight against the hard, slick surface and fell through, quickly slamming the door behind her against the elements.

It was cool inside the building, and just as dark, but at least it was dry. And judging from the blackness and silence, most likely abandoned too. No one would notice if a homeless teenager spent one night here, just to keep out of the rain.

Another flash split its light through the windows, revealing a positively huge room before her. Terra could see a small stairway leading to another door on the far side of the room. As the lightning faded, she dropped her backpack on the floor and knelt beside it, opening the familiar latch and feeling through the bag. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand, holding her flashlight. She knew the batteries were dying, but until she could find any other means of light, she would use what she had.

Banging the flashlight on her palm to get it started, the faint beam erupted into existence, forming a small patch of weak light in the darkness. She immediately turned it to the walls near the doorway, looking for any light switches. A small panel boasting three of them was revealed in the flashlight's beam, and Terra quickly flicked them all.

Nothing.

She sighed. Of course, she shouldn't be surprised—it wasn't likely that an old, abandoned building would have power left, and especially not during a thunderstorm. Probably half the city had lost power already. Well, it didn't matter too much anyway, she thought to herself, as she wasn't planning on doing much of anything except finding a space to sleep through the night until the storm was over.

Turning her flashlight ahead of her, she surveyed what little she could see of the room. There was what appeared to be a 'living room' area of sorts, with a large, curved couch facing a window and a large TV screen.

That works, she thought to herself. Making her way across the floor space, she dumped her bag at the base of one side, and pulled out a small, tattered blanket that she always carried in it. She wrung it out as best she could before tossing it onto the couch, and proceeded to do the same with her hair and the clothes she was wearing.

When she was a dry as she was likely to be, Terra flopped down on the wide couch, pulled the thin blanket around her, and slept.

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She woke the next morning as something poked her steadily in the ribs. Still half-asleep, Terra absently swatted at the space over her, her hand coming in contact with nothing. As she tried to fade back into the warmth of sleep, the jabbing sensation continued, accompanied by soft mumblings.

Terra sat up this time, rubbing at the sore spot and blinking blearily in the bright sunshine that streamed through the windows.

"Truder, truder!"

She heard the muttering from somewhere behind her, and turned to peer over the back of the couch. Crouching behind the large piece of furniture, his head just poking above the edge of the cushions and staring at her with a single, wide eye, was a strange looking young man.

What skin he had was dark, and in stark contrast to the silvery-blue metal that covered most of his head and face. Only one human eye was visible—in place of the other was a red circle of light, surrounded by more of the metal plating.

Terra stood, surprised to find another person in the tower. Even more to her surprise, he followed her movement, moving into a standing position behind the couch.

He was tall—very tall. Looking up, Terra found that the top of her head would barely come up to his broad shoulders. The rest of his body seemed to be completely composed of the same metal that covered part of his head. Some of it looked rusted, and though she had no idea what he was supposed to look like, she was certain that parts were missing. A large panel on one of his legs was open, showing a network of multi-colored wires. His right hand was completely gone—the metal arm extended down and ended abruptly at the wrist. Another panel on the side of his head was open, revealing more broken, fraying wires and an open, empty plug.

"Truder!" he said again, raising the hand-less arm to point at her.

Terra held up her hands, palms outward, and took a little step backward, trying to show that she wasn't dangerous. "Sorry, do you live here? Listen, I just got caught in the storm last night, and I don't have anyplace to live, so I just thought it would be all right to crash here for the night."

"Truder."

She reached down for he bag, starting to move towards the door. "Okay, I'm leaving, didn't mean to intrude…" Terra stopped for a minute, thinking about what she had just said. She turned to look at her large companion. "Wait, is that what you're saying? Intruder?"

Suddenly he seemed to lose interest in her presence. Turning, he shuffled off, heading up the stairs and through the doorway at the far end of the room.

Baffled, Terra looked after him. There was something strange about him…if he had been calling her an intruder, why hadn't he been able to say it right? He acted like a small child, saying the word in fragments, not seeming to comprehend what she had told him, and getting distracted so easily.

Forgetting that she had just promised to leave, Terra dropped her bag back on the couch and headed after him. The doorway at the top of the stairs opened, revealing an elevator. She blinked, surprised. Then she remembered that this building was very thin at the bottom, and much wider at the top. Surely this large room took up most of the space on the bottom floor. Any other rooms of the building would be on upper floors.

She stepped inside, feeling the sensation of rapid upward movement as the lift started automatically. Turning, she looked for any kind of control panel that might show how many floors there were, or where the elevator might stop, but found none. It stopped as automatically as it had started, the doors sliding apart to reveal a long hallway, extending to either side. Terra exited the lift, and wasn't surprised when the doors slid shut automatically behind her.

Now in the hallway, she looked to either side, searching the area. The android was nowhere in sight—all she could see were several doors placed occasionally in the walls. Curious, Terra began moving down to the right side of the hallway. She stopped in front of the first door, and it slid open for her. Poking her head inside, she found what apparently had been a bedroom.

It was decorated almost entirely in dark shades of blue and gray. A large bed with a strangely carved headboard stood against one wall, draped in midnight blue sheets and blankets, and the carpet was nearly the same color. It was bare of any flourishes. The only objects of furniture were a large dresser and several bookcases.

Bored and unimpressed, Terra moved on to the next room.

It was another bedroom, but much more brightly decorated and a bit unusual. There didn't appear to be a bed, but there was a giant, round, red cushion on one side. It was large enough for a teenager to stretch out and sleep on, if necessary.

A large, red-leather book lay open on the floor. Intrigued, Terra picked it up, closing it to look at the cover. Someone had placed a sticker on the front, and written the words "Starfire's Scrapbook" in swooping, girlish cursive writing. Rolling her eyes, Terra decided to ignore the cutesy writing style and opened to the first page.

It showed a large picture of five teenagers. A boy of perhaps fifteen stood in the front and center, looking tough with his eyes covered by a mask and his face framed by spiky, jet-black hair. In spite of that, he was wearing one of the most ridiculous, tacky outfits Terra had ever seen, with contrasting colors of red and yellow, a black cape, and even green tights.

Beside him was a tall redheaded girl with eyes that were green all the way through, wearing a wide grin on her amber-skinned face.

Crouching in front of them, and also grinning widely, was a boy who could not have been human. His skin and hair were green, his smile revealed small fangs, and his ears were distinctly pointed.

A bit apart from the first three, another girl stood looking annoyed. Her skin was quite pale in contrast to her dark violet eyes and hair. She wore a tight black leotard half covered by a dark blue, hooded cloak. Terra was willing to bet that the previous room she'd seen, with its dark colors, had belonged to that girl.

Behind all of them loomed a large figure that Terra recognized immediately. He was tall and dark-skinned, with only a single human eye. The rest of his face and body was covered with a silvery-blue metal.

The same loopy handwriting from the front cover was scrawled into the picture, assigning a name to each person.

Raven, Robin, Beast Boy, Starfire, and Cyborg.

Above the photo, in large print, were the words Teen Titans.

Terra looked again at Cyborg. It was, without a doubt, the person who had woken her in the downstairs room not too long ago. He appeared to be several years younger in the picture, and of course, was not in such disrepair as she had just seen. He and the rest of the teens in the photo must have lived here in this tower. But now the tower was abandoned…

The sound of footsteps in the hallway caught her attention. Closing the book and tucking it under her arm, Terra exited the bedroom, looking to see who was there. It was Cyborg, of course, who stopped as he heard her approach and turned to regard her with his single eye. Terra thought she saw a flash of recognition cross his face as he raised his arm to point at her and said again, "Truder!"

"You're Cyborg, aren't you?" Terra said, walking up to stand directly in front of him.

He blinked when he heard his name, and lowered his arm.

Terra opened the book and held the picture up for him to see. "This is you, isn't it? And these are your friends?" She pointed to his younger self in the photo. Terra looked up at him to find his face suddenly sad. "What happened to them? Why aren't they here anymore?"

Cyborg put his large, metal hand on top of the photo, looking at it intensely, painfully, and uttered a single word.

"Dead."