An idea that I've been developing for a while. This is going to be my most epic story ever.

Btw: the symbol (…) means a scene break. Just so you know.

Enjoy…

"Want anything, Rae?" Beast Boy called into the living room from the kitchen.

"Herbal tea, please," came the response.

Beast Boy pumped his fist. "Woo hoo, called it!" He could imagine the eye roll Raven was giving him from the couch, even though he couldn't see it. He had already known that Raven would have wanted tea, so he had put water on. In fact, it was almost done. He silenced the whistling kettle and poured the water into a mug along with a tea bag. Then he went across the wooden floor to the coffee machine and poured himself a generous helping. He liked it black, so he left it alone after that.

Clutching both steaming drinks in one hand and the newspaper in the other he rounded the corner to see his wife watching the news, hand resting on her stomach. She had been doing that a lot lately. But it was because of the kid, wasn't it? The fact that he was going to have a daughter nearly made him start singing and dancing at the mere thought.

He handed Raven her tea, which earned him a light peck on the cheek and a warm smile. Then he sat down beside her, one muscular arm around her shoulder, the other holding his giant mug with the words WILD THING printed in black along the side. Raven had laughed when he had shown it to her at the store, but he realized later that she hadn't actually wanted him to buy it. That was why she constantly plotted the porcelain intruder's end; it was already spider webbed with cracks where it had been broken by various 'accidents'. Beast Boy had managed to glue it back together, mostly out of playful spite, but he wasn't sure how many more falls it could take.

"What are you smiling at?" Raven asked, almost warily.

"Just remembering." Beast Boy smiled. "You drank herbal tea multiple times every day, back at the tower. At first I had no idea how you could stand the stuff!"

Raven also smiled. "Then you started drinking coffee once you turned 16, I think. I thought you were doing it just to impress me!"

"Hey, coffee is a macho drink for macho men!" Beast Boy said, looking slightly hurt, but he wasn't, really.

"Is Bumblebee a macho man? She drinks more coffee than you do," Raven pointed out.

Beast Boy tried to think of a comeback, but couldn't.

(…)

The early morning light cast a golden sheen over everything, making the dew sparkle, and the windows of the quaint little houses glow warmly. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, and white clouds that looked as if they had been painted hovered there. It was like a scene from a child's drawing come to life.

Two men walked down the very center of the street, oblivious to the slight chill still hovering in the air, as the sun had just risen. Both wore crisp white suits that were so clean they were practically reflective. They both had shaved heads and professional-looking dark sunglasses. They also had small black speakers with mikes attached to their left ears.

If you looked outside on that almost cold morning you would see nothing but the two men, but they knew they were being followed, and by many people. This was planned. One of the men turned to check that no one was visible but them. Seeing nothing, he nodded slightly and muttered something into his mike.

Only a few more blocks to their target…

(…)

Beast Boy laughed as Raven punched him on the arm for a lame joke he had just told. She had learned to appreciate them as time wore on. She would always do something like that: punch him lightly, or dump water on his head, but she would always smile. Sometimes she would just laugh. He remembered back when Raven couldn't show any emotion at all, really, only about a decade ago. But then a rebuilt Azarath had learned of Raven's engagement to him, and as a congratulatory gift presented her with a gem that would control any excess energy released by her emotions. It also provided a direct link to the Azarathian dimension. Raven could now feel and live like everyone else; it was only when she got extremely emotional was she required to meditate anymore, or if she wasn't wearing the gem, which was never. He could see the golden chain now, standing out against her pale neck. She still meditated, though, out of habit and a stress relief. Beast Boy had tried joining her in the act, but he still didn't have enough patience, even now.

Hanging beside the gem was a little silver cross Beast Boy had given her after they had started dating. She never took that off, either.

Beast Boy's eyes traveled from Raven's neck to her stomach. It wasn't bigger yet, it was still too early. But thanks to Raven's intensive meditating, they had found out that she was pregnant way before any test could have told them, and that it was a girl. They had decided to name her Emily, after Beast Boy's lost mother. Emily Logan.

Raven noticed her husband staring. "We're going to be parents!" she said in slight awe, as if she couldn't really believe it. Beast Boy smiled, but then his face turned serious.

"You think that she'll like me, Rae?" he asked solemnly. Even though they called each other by their real names now, he still used the nickname that she used to be so sick of. Raven stared at him in surprise.

"Of course she will, Gar! You'll be the best father any child could want!"

"No I won't," Beast Boy muttered, hanging his head. "I'm the screw up, remember?"

"You may be the screw up," Raven admitted, "but that doesn't make you any less of a parent! Look at me, have I ever been wrong?"

Beast Boy's sad expression broke into a grin. "Thanks, Rachael."

(…)

The sun was slightly higher now, and the men's sunglasses reflected its light like mirrors. They walked in a perfectly matched pace, striding quickly but unhurriedly through the suburbs of Jump City. They would have been quicker, normally, but they were confident that their targets knew nothing of their approach. Even so, helicopters were stationed around the area, too far away for their rotors to be heard, and several snipers were in secure hiding spots around the house with orders to shoot if either family member went past the front sidewalk. Especially the woman. She must not escape.

Only one more street to their target…

(…)

"Who else has kids from the old team? I know everyone at least married," Raven wondered. Beast Boy tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, Cyborg… I mean Victor, married Bee… or Karen now, I suppose. And they don't have a kid yet, I don't think."

Raven laughed. "You don't have to get everyone's name right, you know. Superhero names are fine with me; that's how we knew them for most of our lives."

Beast Boy shrugged. "I wanna get it right, so when we see them again I won't look like a fool."

"Okay, fine. Rich and Kori married, and… I don't think they have one either," Raven continued.

"Yeah, think so," Beast Boy said. "It's only a matter of time, though, right?"

Raven shot him a look, and he shrugged.

"I'm sure Wally and Jenny got married," she said. "And they don't have kids either! Geez, are we the first?"

"Wally and Jenny? Who are those again?" Beast Boy asked, scratching his head.

"Kid Flash and Jinx," Raven explained. "Or, just the Flash now, I suppose. He's not a kid anymore."

"Hm…"

"What about Aqualad or Speedy?" Raven went on to wonder.

"Aquaman and Arsenal," corrected Beast Boy. "They're still in the hero business."

"No spouses?" Raven inquired.

"Nope. I think Aquaman is falling for this one Atlantean chick, though…"

"Well, that's good for him."

Beast Boy smiled evilly. "Didn't you once have a crush on that guy? When we first met him?"

Raven grabbed the newspaper and slapped him with it playfully.

(…)

They were right outside the house, standing at the bottom of the driveway. It was a small, nondescript, one-story dwelling, with white siding and green shutters. A large flower garden sprawled out by the door. One of their targets obviously had a green thumb. A battered black Subaru sat in the driveway.

As the two men in white stood there, other men in camouflage appeared out of the shadows like they had been molded from the darkness itself. They carried evil-looking assault rifles in their hands, and their heavy boots made surprisingly little sound as they made their way to the house, like the dead coming to life. One of them stopped and punctured the tires to the car, just to be safe. There could be no escapes.

The taller of the men in suits took out a small screen in his pocket. It was blinking green. All was cleared, it was time to engage.

With no hesitation, no nerves, the two men walked up to the door, followed by the soldiers, and blasted it right off its hinges.

Their target was here.

(…)

Beast Boy's sensitive ears twitched, and Raven stiffened as she suddenly became aware of many people outside of their house. Beast Boy helped Raven off the couch and began to make for the back door.

"Maybe we should…" he began, but he was cut off by the front door shattering to splinters with a loud bang.

Standing amid the dust and ruin was two tall, shaven headed men in crisp white suits with radios clipped to their ears. Armed soldiers filed past them and began to stand along the walls, guns pointing at Beast Boy and Raven.

"Do not try to escape," one of the suited men said in a monotone that was even flatter than Raven's. "You are surrounded by the country's best soldiers and snipers, along with air support."

"The country?" Beast Boy spluttered, outraged. "The GOVERNMENT is knocking down my door and pointing their rifles at me and my wife? We've done nothing wrong!"

"Why the hell are you here?" Raven snapped, eyes narrowing in a way that would make anyone flinch.

Except, it seemed, for these men. They went about their work calm and unruffled, as if they broke into innocent homes with the United States army every day. Their soldiers had now lined up around every wall, and a few more were opening trunks and cabinets, tearing open food, apparently searching for hidden weapons. The news was still playing on the wide screen TV, though no one could hear it anymore.

"Yeah, what's your deal?" Beast Boy instinctively pulled Raven closer, teeth bared in a snarl. If these men wanted a fight, they could have it; that door was an antique, picked out by Raven in an old shop in San Francisco…

"Our… deal," began one of the men, "is that we want your daughter."

Oooh, a cliffhanger on the first chapter? I am evil.

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