Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, but Laura and her adoptive parents are forever more mine, and I have a really cool and smooth rock that you can't touch! Guards rock suspiciously If I even catch you looking at it you will feel my wrath! No nothing will happen; at least nothing that will hurt you. But be warned, I will defiantly glare angrily at you. Same goes for my characters, although then I may have to hurt you.
Summary: Her past was haunted, her future uncertain; at least it was until she met the Titans. When Laura came to Jump City, she was looking for an escape, an escape from him. But when she met the Titans she was pushed even closer to him than she ever wanted to be in her life. However, the longer she stays with the Titans, the harder it gets to leave.
A/N: Yes it is I, the popular author, so not the most popular, who brought you such hits as Heroes Don't Cry, Emerald Eyes, and the hit that I just happened to be redoing at the very moment, which you are about to read, Father Figure. I know what you're thinking, why would she redo it? It was already so great before! But I kept getting stuck when I was writing the last one, so I decided to redo the entire thing! Hopefully this one will be easier to write than the other one, because I really want to make this work. And what you probably noticed, every time I change my name, I have gone through a change. Well now I am more better of a writer, and the best reinvented me ever! So, as you are probably thinking, when is she going to shut up and get on with the story? Well here's your dream come true, I present The Prolog!
The Prolog
A man watched as a small but familiar log cabin went up in flames, his face hidden among the shadows from the bushes he crouched in. He smiled, watching the firemen frantically trying to prevent the fire from moving on the large forest that surrounded the house. In the middle of all of this craziness, a worried couple stood, waiting for information about their friends who had owned the house, and were still inside.
Just then, a fireman walked out of the burning house, carrying a small, moving blanket carefully with him. The couple hurried over to him as he handed the blanket to paramedics.
"Is she ok?" the woman asked as a young paramedic looked over the small dark haired baby girl that lay inside the blanket. The couple looked at the young man, waiting for an answer, but all they got from him was the stunned look on his face.
"Impossible," he whispered to himself, then looked at the couple that still waited for an answer, "She fine. She wasn't burned at all; the only injury is to her back from when a curtain rod fell on her."
"Well isn't that a good thing?" the man asked, confused by the paramedic's shock at the infants condition.
"Well, yes. But there were flames all around the crib she was in." he explained to the husband and wife, "We didn't expect her to make it, but now... she should be out of the hospital tonight after we take some x-rays of her back. To make sure it's not broken."
"It's a miracle," the woman said, relieved. Then her face took on a serious, concerned look, "What about her parents?" The paramedic was about to answer her when, as if on cue, two more firemen came out of the house, carrying to badly burned bodies, with sullen looks on their faces.
"They have a pulse," one of them announced to the group, "But barely. They won't make it through the night." A small cry escaped from the woman's mouth, the only sound that came from the group. Her husband put his arms around her, trying to comfort her. The two bodies were put into ambulances to be taken to the hospital, and the infant in another one with the old couple.
With only the firemen left fending off the raging fire, the man got up from his spot in the bushes, and walked off laughing to himself. Everything was going according to plan. Soon the infant girl would be his, and no one could stop him now.
The man watched as the last light went off in a small house he stood outside of, he then waited half an hour more until he walked around the corner of the house, and opened a small window, barely big enough for him to fit through, and crawled inside the quiet nursery. He walked over to the white crib that sat in the far corner of the nursery, and looked at the sleeping baby girl that was lying inside. He looked at her only for a moment before he gently turned her on her back, softly running the back of his hand up it. He removed his hand as the girl slightly stirred in her sleep, placing his large hand on her small back a few minutes later. He closed his eyes as he began to softly chant, so soft it could barely be heard, and a red energy emitted from his hand. The energy soon traveled to the girl's back, causing her to wake and scream out in pain. He removed his hand and looked at the glowing red "S" like symbol that was now tattooed at the base of her back, right where her scar ended. He spun around as he heard the woman hurrying down the hall, and he ran to the window he came in, closing it just as the woman entered to room, holding a warm bottle of milk. She walked up to the girl whispering something to herself.
"Poor child," she said picking up the child, "ever since your parents died you've been waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares." She looked caringly down at the girl, and then her expression grew concerned as she felt warmth on her hand. She gently turned the baby over to look at her back, and gasped to see the glowing "S" on the girl's back. She called for her husband, and he came as quickly as he could.
"Look at this," she said, obviously very worried, "Do you know what it is?"
"I don't have a clue," he said, an alarmed look at his face as well, "Maybe we should have a doctor look at it."
"I'll take her in to the office tomorrow," the woman said, not wanting to put the child down, "Do you think she'll be ok?"
"I don't know," the man said, "We should take her to the doctor, have them check it out."
"Don't worry my sweet little child," the women cooed gently, "You'll be okay Laura."
A/N: Yay! A wonder prolog redone, ok it's pretty much the same as before, but I like this better, so you had better review. No flames, but constructive criticism is allowed. Thank and review, please.