Summary: Sequel to Everytime. The same story, only from Beast Boy's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own Terra, Beast Boy or any of the Teen Titans.

Author notes: This used to be a songfic, but obviously this site doesn't allow that kind of thing anymore. You're not allowed to post lyrics to a song you didn't write, even if you say you didn't write it. I don't recall reading that in the TOS, but whatever. It's not as good without the lyrics, because it was meant to go with the lyrics, but I reposted without them anyway. For the version with the song, check the link in my bio.


Beast Boy lay there on Terra's bed. He had been there since the previous night, curled up in the form of a dog. If he had slept any since then, he didn't remember. The heart-shaped box he had given her lay beside him. He had thrown it against the wall earlier, breaking the mirror set on the inner surface of the lid. Seven years bad luck, he thought. Like things could get worse.

He thought back to their date. They had stoped by a small dinner for pie before heading to the amusement park. The greatest pie in the history of pie, he recalled. She had seemed preoccupied by something, but he hadn't thought much of it. When he asked her if everything was ok, she had assured him she was having fun. "Beast Boy, you're my definition of fun," she had said. And I believed her.

You idiot! he screamed inwardly, staring into the broken glass. How could you be so stupid? Hot tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He clutched Terra's pillow tightly. His anger and sorrow seemed to swirl together, so much so that it was a challenge to separate them. The words of Slade echoed in his ears. "The girl you knew was merely an illusion. A fantasy. In reality, she's been working for me."

He covered his ears, knowing his efforts were futile. Beast Boy had assumed the words were lies. He had numerous punched at the reflection of Slade, breaking nearly every surface in the House of Mirrors. Too much bad luck to count. He would have liked to blame what had happened on the mirrors, but he knew better.

"Beast Boy…it's the truth." But why? he asked no one. He knew why. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Slade had been right. She didn't love him and she never did. All she ever wanted was control. She would do anything to gain complete control over her powers, even help destroy the people who loved her most.

The sound of his communicator interupted his thoughts. When he opened it, he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Terra?"

"Beast Boy!" she exclaimed in her usual sunny tone. "I'm so glad you're awake!"

"Why? So you can report everything I say back to Slade?"

"No, Beast Boy, you don't under..." she started.

"No, you don't understand," he shot back. He willed himself not to cry. "I trusted you, and you do this to me!"

"Beast Boy, I'm..."

"Go to bed," he interupted, trying his best to sound indifferent. "I'm sure your master has work for you tomorrow."

He closed the communicator and sighed, laying his head back on her pillow. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sent of her shampoo that still lingered on the fabric. He let the tears he had been holding back flow down his face. "I love you, Terra," he whispered hoarsely. He burried his face deeper into the pillow, rubbing against it in an effort to dry his tears. "Please...come back..."