Visitations
"Recognized: Beast Boy, B19." Beast Boy walked through the Zeta-Beam to be bombarded by M'gann.
"Gar, where have you been?!" M'gann released him from her breathless grip.
"It's a long story, trust me." Gar turned his attention to the Team, who were all staring at him and his new clothes. Straightening his stance, Gar sighed and made his way over to the monitor.
"Search. Sara Raymond. Enter." The screen changed, and Sara's picture appeared and so did all of her personal information. "Her," Gar pointed to the screen. "She helped me after the mission" the Team stared at him with confused faces. Dropping his shoulders, Gar told them the whole story.
"But, you finished the mission, right?" Bumblebee asked, somewhat afraid of his answer.
"Of course! Who do you think I am? I'm Beast Boy!" pointing to himself. Bumblebee released her breath, relieved.
"Beast Boy," M'gann seemed uptight; he could hear it in her voice. "We have to erase her memories of you."
"What?! No! You can't do that, not after what she did for me. You should erase the memories of the guys who beat me up!" How could she do that to Sara?!
"Garfield, it has to be do-"
"M'gann, I don't think so," we all turned to Nightwing. "I mean, think about it, she saved Gar. At least let her keep her memories of justice."
"Nightwing I-" M'gann let out a deep sigh "Fine, but just this once." Like there's going be another time.
"Come on, Angelfish, you're tense – just relax. Gar, as you can see, is completely fine." 'Eww, gross. I mean I don't hate La'gaan, but I don't particularly like him either' Gar thought to himself. He watched as La'gaan led M'gann out of the room. Beast Boy returned his gaze to Dick.
"Thanks, you have no idea what this means to me" Gar smiled to him.
"No problem, but there is a catch" a lumped started to form in Gar's throat. "We get to have a talk with your friend" Dick smirked. His smirks are never a good sign…
I decided to take the longer route home, reflecting on the day's events. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to escape the chaos that plagued this world. pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I continued to walk home. I think I'm just going to settle for cereal for dinner tonight – anything else would just be too much work.
After cleaning my plate, I plopped on my couch and pulled out a dull, worn out leather-bound book from under one of the cushions. I flipped to my bookmarked page and began to read where I left off. The foreign language that was splayed on the parchment came easy to me – it was the written word of my people back home, a place that I hoped to never see again.
I started to sift through some chapters, and I was so enthralled that I didn't even realize that there was a green cat outside my window, watching every move. I wasn't sure how long the cat had been sitting there when I finally notice it. Plagued with caution, I placed my grimoire on the coffee table and made my way over to the window. Step after step, the strange colored cat pawed at the glass. I crouched down to eye level with the obscure creature, and stared into its eyes, which emanated a vibrant green. Green eyes, green fur. Green, green, green, green, green…green? Oh My God! Green!
"Beast Boy!" I flung the window open, allowing Beast Boy to crawl inside. Amazement started to set inside of me as I watched as he transformed back into his humanoid form.
"Are you alright, Beast Boy? What are you doing back here? I thought you were meeting your friends," I spoke quickly.
"I already met with them, but Nightwing wanted me to give this to you." He dug into his back pocket and pulled a piece of paper. "Take it as a token of The Team's gratitude. You know, for saving me." He grabbed my hand and placed the paper within it. I tried to open it, but I was abruptly stopped. "Don't open. Not yet, at least. Open it right after I leave" he smiled, but made no eye contact. He's was hiding something, I knew it. I decided then to keep my relationship with Nightwing a secret.
"Okay, I will." I returned the smile.
"Cool." I watched as he took a seat on my couch. I followed him and completely froze when he started to reach for the book. "Hey, what's this?" It was almost in his grasp. I moved as fast as I could, grabbing my grimoire and holding it close to my chest.
"Oh, it's a family heirloom…and it's very private stuff," I hated lying because I knew I wasn't the greatest at it. I seemed to have startled Beast Boy as he just stared blankly at me.
"Uh okay," he relaxed a little and sat back into the couch, "it looks really old." I could tell he was trying to make it less awkward. I sighed and sat next to him, placing the book on my lap.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you or what not."
"No, I'm sorry. It's not my book, I shouldn't have gone after it." He stared at his lap. He reminded me of a kid waiting for his punishment. Smiling, I placed my hand on his head and ruffled his hair. "Hey!" He started to laugh.
"Now that's more like it," I laughed with him.
"Well, I better get out of here, Sara. The Team is probably wondering where I am right about now." I walked him to the fire escape and we said our goodbyes.
Sitting up in my disheveled bed, I realized that it was four in the morning. Sighing, I flipped over, and my body immediately froze – my body sensed a power that I haven't felt since leaving my home. My mind and body were on auto-piolet as I ran through my apartment and jumped out the living window onto the fire escape. Once my feet hit solid ground, I ran into the night.