A/N: Thank you again for the reviews, and special thanks to IzumiTheMoogle for her wonderful words! They really mean a lot, and it's because I get nice reviews like hers that I update as fast as I can, so...here you go!

They'd been following the railway line northwest for hours, and Beast Boy was starting to feel tired again. He was in the form of a green horse, with Robin on his back. The weight and the cold atmosphere were making him feel even more sleepy than usual, and he let Robin know by nickering softly.

"Tired?"

Beast Boy nodded, and knelt forwards as far as he could, so Robin could slip off without jumping. The Titan leader couldn't help but feel joyous when he found that standing on his left leg was not only painless, but devoid of pressure, which meant the wound probably wouldn't reopen anymore. The skin on top had sewed itself back together.

Beast Boy transformed back into human form and sat on one of the rails, sighing as he did. "This place is pretty cold."

"We must be further north than I thought," Robin replied, sitting opposite the changeling. "At least this place has a train. That means we aren't on some remote island."

"So...are we in Alaska or something?" Beast Boy pictured a map of the world in his head, and attempted to plot their location on it.

"To be honest, Beast Boy, I really don't know."

"Well, I hope it is. They speak English there, right?"

"Alaska is one of the fifty states, you realise. It's part of America," said Robin, smiling.

"So is Tennessee, but they don't speak English," Beast Boy muttered.

Robin chuckled. "Nice one."

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. "Huh? That wasn't a joke."

"Well, either way, it was funny."

The changeling sat up straighter and grinned. "I know a better one!"

Robin's smile faded. "Oh, really?" he said weakly.

"Yea! Why did the chicken-"

"Wait!" Robin interrupted, holding up his hand. "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" asked Beast Boy, a little miffed that he couldn't finish his joke.

Robin stood up and looked around. "I don't know."

Beast Boy transformed into a wildcat and cocked his giant, pointy ears. He instantly recognised the signature chuff-chuff of a locomotive engine. His feline instincts told him it was a little over a kilometre away...and coming. He changed back into himself and pointed at the tracks back the way they had come. "Train," he said simply.

"How fast?" asked Robin.

"Pretty fast."

"Think we could catch a ride?"

"You're asking me?" Beast Boy was incredulous. "You're asking for my opinion?"

"Yes," Robin replied, looking confused. "You're the only one who could manage it." He pointed in turn to his arm and then to his beltless waist.

"Well, sure I can jump on it," Beast Boy looked Robin up and down. "But what about you? Whatever I do, you'll be hurt...again."

"I don't care about my arm; it can't be broken again. If you help me get close enough, I can handle it."

Beast Boy had no doubt that Robin could "handle it," after all, he was Robin. Robin could jump off a cliff in the middle of nowhere and somehow still survive. It was very rare to see Robin as injured as he was now, especially since he was relying on Beast Boy to look after him. For some reason, Beast Boy had just taken it in his stride, but now it had finally caught up to him.

"It's up to me?" he whispered, not sure whether to be shocked or elated.

"Yes," said Robin, annoyed. "Are you up to it?"

"I...yes! Of course I am! Just leave it to me!" The changeling saluted and helped Robin off of the train tracks to crouch in the dirt next to him. The noise was a lot louder now. Any minute the train would appear around the hill they'd just passed themselves.

"Isn't this too close?" Robin queried, sounding sceptic. "The tailwind will rake our faces off."

"Trust me." Beast Boy winked, enjoying the feeling of leadership. He never got to say that! Very rarely in battle were Robin and Beast Boy together, so neither of them were exactly in-tune with each other's techniques. Actually, it seemed no one understood Robin's techniques. Their leader was impulsive, reckless and beyond all else...crazy.

"There it is!" Robin cried. The loud steam train chugged around the corner of the hill and began heading straight for them. It was black and green with no markings or numbers, and it towed what looked like an endless amount of containers.

"Here we go..." Beast Boy transformed into an octopus and wrapped several tentacles around Robin, and held the rest in the air, waiting.

Realising Beast Boy's plan, Robin's heart sunk. This was another bad idea. But it was too late now; the train was closing in fast, now only a hundred metres away.

Eighty metres away.

Fifty metres.

Thirty.

Ten.

The noises of screaming metal and clanking mechanics filled Robin's ears, and as the locomotive passed right in front of his face, he felt the tailwind begin to tear at his eyes. It was so loud and blinding that he couldn't even see what was happening. All he could do was trust Beast Boy.

The plan had seemed quite simple in the changeling's head, but now that the train was speeding past right in front of his face, he was forced to regret being so impulsive. He knew the train was fast, but up close it just a blur of black in his octopus eyes. Hoping for the best, he tightened his grip on Robin and reached his other tentacles out further.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Door rails began smacking painfully into his outstretched arms. Beast Boy took a deep breath and, as soon as he felt another rail hit, tightened his tentacles around it. Whoosh! He was ripped off the ground after the train, and forced flat against the wall of the container. Were trains supposed to go this fast? He felt dazzled from the sheer force of the wind.

Robin, on the other hand, wasn't unused to being dragged at ridiculous speeds. He reached past Beast Boy and, with his good arm, made a powerful chop at the rusting metal chain. It snapped almost willingly, and he pulled the rail back against the door. How Beast Boy expected them to drag the door against the wind was beyond him, but he attempted it anyway. It was their only choice.

"Push it back!" he yelled as loud as he could, trying to push the door open, but barely managing to budge it because of his awkward position. Beast Boy must have either heard him or finally woken from his daze, because he began to help Robin push the door back. After it had opened several inches, Robin immediately shoved his body into the gap and pushed even harder against the door. Soon, the sliding container door was opened wide enough for them both to slide through, and they did – eagerly. As they fell onto the floor of the container, the door slammed violently shut behind them. Beast Boy changed back into himself and slapped Robin on the back.

"That," he said a bit too loudly. "Was AWESOME!"

"Are you kidding me?" Robin hissed. "That was almost as stupid as running off to be wolf bait! We're lucky that this container is mostly empty."

"We made it, didn't we?" Beast Boy was too thrilled at his success to let Robin's words get to him. He couldn't believe it; he'd fought some strange enemies before, but he'd actually defeated a train! Who knew that a train could be more dangerous than a mindless, oozing monster?

Deciding to let it go for now, Robin lay back against the wall of the container and sighed; glad they'd made it safely.