I no own Teen Titans either.

"Hey man." Cyborg said, looking relieved. "God, we thought we were going to lose you. Any idea what happened?"

The green shape shifter tried to stand, then fell back in pain when he found he couldn't. He looked up at Cyborg with eyes as round as saucers. "Get away...please...stop..." his voice was getting lower, less coherent. "No more...stop..." he was drifting back into unconsciousness.

"No, BB!" Cyborg shouted. He didn't want to lose the little guy-not again.

"Cyborg, you have to see this." Robin came into the infirmary, speaking quickly.

"Not now man. Beast Boy just woke up. He might do it again and we really need the information." Cyborg didn't even look up. He was trying to reset one of Beast Boy's legs and couldn't afford to do it wrong.

"That's exactly what this is-information." Robin switched on a view screen that hung above the operating table. "This is what happened while Beast Boy was out." He showed a tape from the Tower's security files, showing Control Freak coming into Titans Tower, placing a chip on the back of each of the Titans, and leaving.

"So that's why it happened." Cyborg said quietly, staring at the red lights on each Titan's

"Yeah, but don't celebrate yet." Robin played another tape. In this one, it showed Beast Boy getting back with the groceries, and the attack that the four Titans made on their team member.

"I can't believe we did that, even under mind control!" Cyborg exclaimed.

Robin sighed. "We weren't under mind control. Control Freak's little chips stopped working right after Raven threw Beast Boy against the wall." Robin replayed the video. Sure enough, the little red lights on the back of four of the Titan's heads went out right after Raven had her turn.

Cyborg's mouth was hanging open. "What? Why? Why would we do that? I mean, he is a pain in the butt, but nothing he did-nothing anybody did." Cyborg was groping for the right words. "Nobody deserves this." He said simply and sadly. "And we did it to him, we're supposed to be his friends."

Cyborg was ranting now, not caring who heard him or what he said. Things like this weren't supposed to happen to a fourteen-year-old. Especially not by people who were supposed to be his friends.


Wow, deep.

Thanks Mike.

No, I mean this pudding. (sounds of a small scuffle, then a yell of 'Ouch')

Sorry 'bout that. Thanks for reading all this, now maybe you'll be kind enough to review.