AN: Terra-centric drabble, somehow inspired by http://www.y m/watch?vu c7f0S AunOE& moderelated&search (without the spaces). I was on a major sugar high and it was late at night. With me, those are the makings of a good fic.

I own nothing.

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This power could destroy everything, you know.

Raise an arm, watch the rocks fly skybound for a moment before they tumble downwards.

It really could. I have caused earthquakes. I have seen all people hold dear crumple down around them because I made a mistake. When I was younger, I destroyed an entire town on accident. Shut up before you judge me; Think about what it was like for me.

Deep breath, extend the other arm. Don't look at the rocks this time. Face the sky.

I make a lot of mistakes, I guess. But all of them were so no one would have to see their town destroyed, to see their world crumple around them. I never meant anything bad. I never meant anything too good, either, though.

I guess I never meant anything.

Close those blue eyes, and don't think about anyone.

If I hadn't had the pride I had, I could have gone to a superhero, a terrakinetic, like me, and gotten some help. But I couldn't. I mean, who wants to stroll up to one of their role models and say, "I'm just like you, but with no control"? I kept telling myself I'd go find one of them one day, when I had a little bit more control, and then I would go ask for help, when I didn't suck as bad.

I waited too long, I guess. Chalk it up as another mistake I made that seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't regret it. Oh, I wish I'd done better. But I still see why I did what I did.

Open eyes, move arms, fling the boulders to and fro; make it seem perfect, smooth, like I've got this all under control. Nothing's wrong! I can handle this!

I can handle anything.

Beast Boy may be the only one who understands why I never went to get help. So even when the terrakinetics of the world mock me or commend me, it doesn't matter. He never saw me as another out of control super girl, or another unstable terrakinetic.

Beast Boy doesn't see things like that. He sees people.

Not terrakinetics, aerokinetics, levitators, fire starters, aliens, cyborgs, photokinetics, and not even biokinetics – like himself. We're all equal under the eyes of Beast Boy, and looking back, I think he's rubbed off on the other Titans. All are equal in that T-shaped HQ of theirs, and that's the coolest thing ever.

This is my final moment. Ignore the lava, the heat, and everything else. Focus…

But not on control.

This is my very last moment of existence without having to do something. In less than a second I'll have to see if terrakinetics can become lavakinetic, too. I know I should be nervous, or scared, or something. But I'm not. And I know why, very well, too.

It's because of Beast Boy. Because of the Titans.

One arm out, then the other. Smooth motions, repeated again and again until I got them. Eyes close, then open. Let the power flow free, smile, and all is well.

I can handle this, after all – I can handle anything.