So, two whole chapters? I feel so committed! :D A little more Beast Boy in this one. A lot more in the next chapter. Where's the yaoi, you ask? Keep it in your pants, junior, I'm working on it.

--- James ;D

It's his third day awake and I still can't look him in the eye. After six months of doing nothing but looking at him, you'd think I could handle a little eye contact, but the truth is, I can't.

He slowly gets back in the routine of things. He warms up to the others like he hasn't been gone at all. But he's not as social with me, mostly because I won't let him be.

I stay away most times. I see him walk into a room, and I instantly make an excuse to leave. Exhaustion, video games, cleaning. When I mention cleaning, I can tell it freaks him out.

Today is just the same as the last two: when I see the doors of the main room fly open, and his slim, broken figure drag through, I can't get out of there soon enough.

"I think I'm just going to go for a walk," I say, getting up from my spot on the couch, and heading for another door. I feel four sets of Titan eyes on me, three of them not as surprised as the fourth.

"But, Beast Boy, breakfast is almost ready. It is your favorite..."

"I'll be back later, Star," I reassure her with a smile, though, I don't really know how soon I'll be rushing back to the tower, "I promise."

.....

The door closes behind Beast Boy, and for a few seconds, I can't move. Since I woke up, he'd been avoiding me, or at least, that's how it seemed. If I walked into a room, he would leave it. If someone brought me up in conversation, he would change the topic. It scares me, thinking Beast Boy may not be the same, and it may be my fault.

I head over to the counter and take a seat there, giving Star a small good morning smile. She returns the gesture half-heartedly, and returns to mixing waffle batter.

"So, Beast Boy skipping out on breakfast," I muse, "that's a first."

Cyborg pauses his game and turns towards me from where he sits on the couch, a frown on his face. "For you, maybe, but for the rest of us, it's become routine for him. The little guy is nothin' but skin and bones now."

"Yes," I hear Starfire add, pulling black muffins out of the oven, "He has also been very... distant lately, almost as if he wishes to speak to none of us. It's truly quite upsetting."

I'm confused, and they all can tell. This wasn't typical Beast Boy behavior. Usually, he was all over the place, cracking jokes, getting under everyone's skin. Not that it was a bad thing; a good dose of Beast Boy here and there wasn't so bad. I'll give it to him that he knows how to lighten the mood, or he used to.

"But, what could possibly have made him act that way?"

My friends stare at me like I'm oblivious, like maybe I have more brain damage than they expected, which I wouldn't rule out right away.

"Robin, you've been unconscious for six months. Beast Boy, along with the rest of us, were sure you wouldn't pull through." Raven closes her damaged, flimsy-spined book over her finger, marking her place. "Imagine what you would feel like if you were in our shoes, and you might have lost one of us."

Well, when she puts it like that...

Starfire blows on her scorched fingertips, and lends me a somber expression. "It has been a troublesome time without you here, Robin. We have all had our own struggles with your absence."

"But I'm fine now. Everything can go back to normal."

Cyborg shakes his head, "Not sure normal is the word, man," he says, and turns back to his Gamestation, resuming his game. His blue and silver car races on a track, but not with the green and violet car beside it, like I'm used to. Maybe things really have changed.

Silence radiated between all of us for what felt like forever before Starfire clears her throat and holds out the tray of rock-hard, onyx bread. "Could I interest you in a breakfast muffin, Robin?"

I don't want to be rude, but I'm not hungry, and I'm not sure eating Starfire's cooking would be a good example of 'recovery food'. Thankfully, before I can respond, Cyborg's game flashes off the screen and is replaced by a rapidly-blinking red alarm, 'RED ALERT' reading across the screen.

Cyborg checks the monitors below the screen and frowns, "Well, Titans, we've got a kitten to de-claw."

My guess is as good as anyone's, but when I see Starfire's eyes flare in anger, I piece together the problem.

Kitten.

"We might want to bring some bug spray while we're at it," Raven sneers in her monotone, looking over Cyborg's shoulder.

Kitten and Fang. What a wonderful way to wake up from a half-year's nap.

"We'll have to find BB on the way." Cyborg nods to the girls and heads for the door, "Titans, go!"

I stand up as quickly as my tired limbs will let me, trying to think of how I'm supposed fight off a Robin-hungry teenage girl, and a giant spider all at the same time. Sure, I haven't moved in forever, but I'm sure I can handle it.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I stop in my tracks as Raven gives me a stern look. Did they really expect me to stay behind?

"Look, guys, I can handle it. It's just Kitten and her oversized bug of a boyfriend."

"Yeah, but with you're condition, you can hardly make it from one floor of the Tower to another. You're not ready for battle yet, Robin," Cyborg says, with that 'final' tone. Looks like someone's comfortably taken the lead since I've been gone. "We don't want you getting hurt."

I could argue with them, disagree and keep them behind until they agreed to let me go. But that wouldn't solve anything, so I just sigh and nod, limping my way over to the couch as they flee the Tower to kick ass without me.

.....

So, maybe I didn't exactly go on a walk. The roof is just as good as any old street, really. It gives me the same ability to sort my problems out, just with less pedestrians and distractions. I think about what I'm supposed to do, now that he's awake. I can't look at him the same. Hell, I practically can't look at him at all, let alone in any sort of way that I did before the accident.

I take security in the fact that he probably doesn't remember half the things I said to him while he was conked out, but at the same time, it makes me wish he knew. I wish he knew how afraid I was of losing him, how I lost I was without him leading me. I didn't know I depended so much on Robin until I couldn't depend on him at all.

I see the way he looks at Starfire. I saw how he looked at her before now, before he almost got blown to bits, but now its even more bothersome. Because back then, I wasn't as... I refuse to admit I'm jealous. Not of Starfire, and not over Robin. Its simply impossible. I mean, when exactly did I get over Terra? I can't remember when, but clearly I have, since the only person in my head most of the time is stupid Grayson.

I hate Slade for a number of reasons: for being so mysterious and hard to catch, for taking Terra, for just being an all around pain in the butt. But this tops all those reasons. He tried to kill Robin. Eventually, I'll give him a taste of his own sick, disgusting medicine.

My attention is grasped when I hear feet land quietly behind me, Raven's robe flowing and flapping in the wind.

"There's trouble Downtown," she says, "I'd ask you if you're coming, but you don't really have a choice this time."

She's right, I nod. "Yeah, no choice," I mutter. She stares at me for a long moment then turns her back and takes off, leaving me to catch up.

In second, I feel wind under my wings, as I follow her. Flight used to seem like such a cool thing. Shape-shifting in general seemed pretty wicked to me forever ago, but now... nothing seemed as exciting as it used to be.

I have actually found that writing for Beast Boy is kind of difficult, considering he's not usually this angst-y XD Anyway, hope everyone likes it. Reviews? Yeah, they're like crack for me, kids 3