Well here's my new story :D Sorry it's been so long :( busy sorting out University, all I have to say is... yuk.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS.

Prologue.

Being a superhero and all, it's only natural to think that you're immortal.

I've fought giant monsters made of goo, sadistic mad men wanting world domination and backward get-rich-quick schemes. I've put my life on the line hundreds of times. I suppose thats what I get for being raised by the Doom Patrol. Growing up knowing that my life is worth giving up if it would save the life of another.

It would be my choice nevertheless.

And not in hospital, dying because of one, stupid, incurable disease.

Sakutia.

Ever since I was 7 i've known about my... condition. I've seen countless doctors and all with the same diagnostic. I'm dying. That it was inevitable. I know the symptoms, so I made it my personal goal to beat it. If I were to die young, lets make it count for something.

With much brilliant persuasion I had made the Doom Patrol allow me to join the team. I had become Beast Boy. A Hero in the making. I was going to do great things, just like in the movies.

Yet here I am. No villain, no evil plot, no battle. Just me on life support.

Definitely not a heroes ending.

1 year ago.

Drained and irritable, the Titans returned from a tedious battle against the Hive5. For what seemed like a simple robbery turned out to be a premeditated attack. The hive were getting increasingly smarter and tougher to to beat. It was taking the Titans longer to bring them down.

They were loosing their edge.

For nine years they had been the protectors of the city. In all that time they had never lost a fight. Yet it wasn't just the Hive5 that were getting stronger, it was all of them. Robin was getting concerned, were they slacking off too much? It was only a matter of time before they did lose.

There was only one thing he could do, and he knew his team would not like it.

"Training." He was met by an ensemble of groans.

"Come on Robin, seriously? Did you not notice? We beat them." Beast Boy said.

"I noticed, but it was harder. Look at us, we're exhausted. So i've decided, starting from tomorrow, i'm going to build a vigorous training programme, designed to challenge and heighten our skills and I expe..."

That was all the remaining four titans heard, they had begun to drown him out.

The weeks following Robin's new training regime had all five of the titans working to their limits. If they weren't in the Training room they were on the Obstacle course, if not there they were on a mission. What used to be seven or eight hours spare time a day, was now four to five. Robin had them up at eight sharp, and training at nine.

Over the past few weeks everyones stamina and agility had improved massively, all except one.

Beast Boy could see everyone was improving, they seemed to be doing it with ease. Yet why wasn't he? If anything he was getting worse.

That was the last thing he needed.

He's twenty-four and still can't fight, being a superhero for seventeen years, he should have been the strongest, the bravest, the best. Yet they all knew, even the city knew. He was the weakest titan. The youngest and the smallest. The weak link in the team, but they were all too good of a person to tell him to his face.

When he was younger he used to think that it would only mean his enemies would underestimate him. Now, he merely disappoints his enemies, for expecting him to put up a better fight.

His thoughts were taunting him as he sat outside waiting, or dreading, his turn on the obstacle course. What was he going to do?

"Beast Boy? Its your turn" With the sincerity of Robin's voice only worrying him further, he knew that this wasn't going to end well.

He was pleasantly surprised with his performance. No epic failures, no clumsy mishaps, and more importantly, no injuries. That would have caught their attention.

The whole thing had went rather smoothly.

Robin seemed satisfied. It was difficult to tell because of his mask.

Beast Boy knew if he'd chose a different animal or went in a different direction he could have gotten a better time. But it's over with now, needless to say it's worthless worrying about it.

But it was when he sat back down he felt it.

A pain in his chest, he was finding it difficult to breathe. He placed his hand on his chest. Not knowing what to do, he straightened himself up and took a few deep breaths. His heart rate was incredibly fast, he could feel it beating against his palm.

The sun was warm against his skin, the heat wasn't helping. He stood and mumbled something about getting a drink to Cyborg before entering the tower. Quickening his pace, he reached the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he leant against the sink and looked into the mirror on the wall.

His hands were trembling, he tried to stop it by clasping his hands tight together but it didn't help. He was beginning to panic. The sweat from his brow was dripping from his chin, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't calm himself down.

He looked terrible.

Blood shot eyes, his skin glistening from the sweat. This was bad. His head was spinning, dizziness? this was really bad. His reflection was starting to go in and out of focus, the room was blurring. What was happening to him? he opened to medicine cabinet and rummaged through trying to find something he knew would help, but was unsuccessful.

Willing himself to stay conscious, he lay down on the cold tiled floor. The cool feeling it brought to him was relaxing. His heart beat slowly diverted back to its normal rate and his breath soon followed suit. He could feel himself calming as the room came back into focus.

He stayed where he was for what seemed seconds. Yet the loud banging on the door told him, he had been a while.

"BB? You okay in there, man?" Cyborg sounded worried. "You've been two hours!"

Beast Boy didn't want to stand up, scared that the dizzy feeling would return if he did. Yet he knew Cyborg would be persistent.

"I'm fine Cy. Just err... this is taking a while." he said reaching up and flushing the toilet.

"Two hours?" he wasn't convinced.

"I... Haven't been here the whole time. About twenty minutes? tops, maybe."

Beast Boy knew he was a bad liar. Cyborg was silent, he was always the one who could tell when was lying. He sighed, and stood at the door for a moment. Trying to find the best words to get his best friend to talk.

In all honesty Cyborg was more than worried for his 'little buddy', He knew that Robin was pushing them all hard. He wasn't all too fond of the new training method, but he understood its necessity.

They were heroes, and they needed to be better than their enemies.

Yet Beast Boy couldn't be pushed, he didn't fight like Robin and him, he can't rely on his strength alone. He has other elements he needs to consider, elements that Robin didn't understand. None of them understood the green changelings powers, and probably never will.

"BB... just know that whenever you need to talk, i'm here. Okay?" He didn't get a response so he walked away.

Beast Boy listened to his large footsteps until they faded into the distance. Should he tell Cyborg about the pains? Could this have had something to do with the new training? Had he over done it?

Though the pain was gone now, maybe he had just worked himself a little too much today.

Thanks for reading :) I'll update as soon as I can. R&R Please. GP x