A/N: It's finally here: Time Travlers! Now, since I got flamed a zillion times the last time I posted this, let me explain a few things… First, the spelling mistake is on purpose. I know the correct spelling of Travelers, but I like the word Travlers more. So please don't comment on it. Second, later in the story are some random lists of numbers and letters. They are crucial to the plot, and I won't say any more, but I'll explain later in the story. Please do not comment on that, either. Finally, this story started as an extremely amusing game. It's not perfect. Just be aware of that. That's it! Constructive criticism, friendly reviews, and flames are always welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Titans. I own Kris and Jay. Mimi belongs to my co-author, Erika to my other co-author. Dedicated to Lizzard and AntimatterManticore since they took such interest in meh stories!

Time Travlers: Chapter one

Jay was hyper. Again. The navy-haired toddler gripped Erika's hand and bounced on the balls of her small feet as the two made their way towards the movie house. Erika, her babysitter, gave a slightly desperate sigh. She tried, futilely, to tune out Jay's rambling.

"I'm really, really excited – I mean I've never been to a movie making place. I wonder what it's like, have you ever been to a movie making place, Erika, of course you have, you're making the movie…" Jay exclaimed. Erika could tell that Jay was trying hard to keep her words separate. She was grateful for that but otherwise quite exasperated.

"Ok, that's enough," Erika interjected as Jay drew a deep breath. Jay was about to go on, ignoring her babysitter, when Erika clapped a hand over her mouth. Jay looked at her blonde babysitter with large, doleful eyes that were the same color as her hair. Erika was clad in a blue tee shirt and jeans, but Jay had always preferred a long, pastel purple dress. They walked in silence until they came to the studio. They Jay pushed away from Erika's hand and danced excitedly. Erika grabbed Jay's wrist and pulled her inside. A middle aged. Slightly harassed looking man in a nice suit greeted them just inside the door.

"There you are!" he exclaimed. "You're late - Mimi's already getting ready."

"Umm… Yeah, I'm sorry, Chris. There was a little holdup… In the form of a hyperactive six year old," Erika explained, gesturing to the bouncy Jay. The director nodded. He grabbed Jay's wrist.

"Jay, you come with me," he directed. Erika shrugged off Jay's backpack and gave it to the man. Jay snatched the bag with a pouting expression, then calmed and took the man's hand placidly. Erika chuckled as the famous director led Jay down the hall. She followed them, but turned at the first right and continued to the make-up room. Another teenaged girl was sitting in front of a mirror, staring idly at the ceiling.

"Hey, Mimi," greeted Erika casually. The girl jumped, looked at her, and sprang to her feet.

"What took so long!" Mimi asked hurriedly, in the exact same tone as Kris. Erika paused.

"Nice hair," she replied after a moment. Mimi's face fell slightly as she plucked at a lock of her dark magenta hair. Erika, however, had moved on to eyeing her friend's outfit distrustfully. Mimi was costumed in a tight fitting, metallic-looking jumpsuit with purple material showing at her elbows and knees. Her shoulders were covered by metallic plates, like armor. The purple material, same color as her hair, extended to form fingerless gloves on her hands and boots on her feet. The silver stopped at her wrists and ankles. "Can't be too comfortable."

"It's not," Mimi replied. "But my other choice" -Mimi here pulled a disgusted face- "was a frilly dress. And, worse, they've gone and died my hair to match!" Erika had noticed. Her hair had been maroon at the auditions, when they had met. Erika still didn't know whether that was the natural color, or dye. Lots of people in the City had oddly colored hair, nowadays. "And they'll be wanting to costume you now… Go, already, go!" Mime shoved Erika through a door. On the other side, the walls were lined with racks of costumes. Make-up artists were bustling around, looking bored. One of them, a short, thin woman, approached Erika.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, mimicking the director perfectly. Erika wondered if that tone had been prearranged. "Kristopher warned us that you might be late… I can't see why you'd bother babysitting but – not the point. Please step over here, Ms. Greene, and we'll choose you a costume…" Three more artists rushed up – two more slim women and a fit-looking man with a mustache. They rustled through the racks, quarrelling loudly, until they came up with three choices for Erika; A jumpsuit like Mimi's, except cerulean where hers had been purple; a pink-and-white dress with tons of frills and lace; and another jumpsuit, but hot pink instead of purple or blue.

"This one, I think," Erika said firmly. She took the collar of the silver-and-blue jumpsuit and disappeared into a small changing room. She changed quickly into the jumpsuit. Mimi was right – it was extremely uncomfortable. She had to take small, shallow breaths because of the extremely clingy material that pressed on her diaphragm and because of the smooth, cold, metal collar piece nestled firmly against her collarbones.

She fastened the row of small clasps on her back with difficulty, then stowed her jeans and tee shirt in a corner and flounced out the door. About half a dozen make-up artists dragged her into a chair. Erika, taken by surprise, found herself screaming about ambush. But then he realized that it was better to focus on her breathing – she was extremely winded from just walking. Her hair was dyed to match her jumpsuit and make up of all sorts was added to her face. She scowled with dislike. When, finally, she was allowed to stand, she coughed slightly. The second they started to look away, Erika shook her head rapidly and sprinted from the room. It was an extremely difficult feat – the jumpsuit felt more like a straight jacket.

"Nice hair," Mimi giggled. Erika plucked at her cerulean hair distastefully and shot a slightly indignant glare at Mimi. She sighed and quoted the script. Mimi smiled and retorted. They practiced their lines for a while. Someone knocked on the door and Mimi kicked it open.

"'Allo, Kris!" she said, smiling. "Wanna practice lines with us?"

"Not now. We're starting," Kris replied. "Come on, now!" Erika and Mimi followed Kris down a hall, through a few doors, and onto the set. Jay was sitting calmly in one corner, her back against the wall, her favorite book open on her lap. The book was called Great Heroes of the Past: The Teen Titans and is was the only book Jay was able to read. That might be the reason it was her favorite, Erika thought. Even so, Jay could read quite well for her age, and was able to tune everything else out while the book showed her another world. The girls took their places on the dark set, and Kris gave the signal. Time Travelers was underway.

Author's Notes: Jay's awesome! Ahem. This chapter, in my notebook, only took up two pages. That's saying rather a lot, since it now takes three. And, no, I didn't add a single thing. I removed some stuff, though. Just goes to show that it IS, in fact, possible to write smaller than typing.

Review please... In future, I promise to cut back on the Author Notes...