A/N: Once again, thank you to all or you who reviewed. I'm glad people seem to be enjoying what I write, and I truly appreciate the feedback. Unfortunately, I'm going to be out of town for the next few days so I'm posting two oneshots now, one semi-long (this one) and the other really long, by my standards at least. I hope you enjoy them and don't worry, I plan to be writing while I'm gone.
This oneshot takes place at the end of Aftershock, Part 1. Like in Choices, I am elaborating on what took place in this episode. I'm also not trying to bash Terra here. I really do like her character, and I see a lot of myself in her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans but man, do I wish I did.
022. Enemies
She looked down at him as he struggled for a better grip. "Hope you're not expecting a goodbye kiss."
No. No, this wasn't happening. This couldn't happen. She couldn't do this. The Terra he knew—the happy, daring, funny, lonely, sweet Terra he was half in love with—would not do this. Especially not to him.
Then why was he so sad?
"Terra, you can't," Beast Boy whispered pleadingly, looking up at her and hoping to see something of the girl he knew in her blue eyes.
But her eyes weren't blue anymore. They were gold and glowing with hatred as if he were her…
Her enemy.
"Slade was right. You don't have any friends."
He closed his eyes against the sudden stinging in them as wave of despair washed over him. A chill settled in his very bones. He wasn't going to get out of this. He was going to die here in this cavern and by her hand. His friends were going to die, too,if they weren't already dead now.
His eyes opened just in time to see Terra lean down with a vengeful smirk on her pretty face. "Watch me."
Then he was falling, shouting her name and falling into black nothingness. Too tired to change and hurting so, so very much, Beast Boy prayed the gold-eyed monster above him would not be the last thing he ever saw. That would just be too cruel.
There was dull pain in his back and head but his neck ached sharply. Something was buzzing around him, turning from vague noises to actual words.
"…waking up."
"Thank X'hal."
"C'mon, little man, c'mon back."
Beast Boy opened his eyes. The shapes hovering over him slowly came into focus. The lighting was dim but he would have known their faces anywhere. His friends. They were alive. Did that mean he was, too?
"'M not dead?" he asked. His voice was raspier than usual, and he found it actually was painful to speak.
Cyborg gave him a shaky smile. "Not quite, bro. When you hit the ground, your neck…but Raven found you. She fixed you up."
Beast Boy sat up and looked at the violet-haired empath. "Thanks," he whispered, trying but not quite succeeding at his trademark grin.
Raven nodded only once, briskly and business-like, but he knew she was glad to see him awake.
Slowly and with a hand from Cyborg, the green young man got to his feet. He rubbed his throbbing but intact neck and looked around at his friends. Cyborg's metallic plating was dirty and slightly dented, probably from the fall. Starfire was damp and shivering. Raven was blotted with mostly dried mud. Robin's face was bruised and his uniform was torn. They all looked rough and beaten.
But they were alive.
"What do we do now?" Beast Boy asked. "Terra…" There was no need for him to finish the sentence, which was good because the sudden burst of fury within him would have prevented him from speaking anyway.
Cyborg nodded at his best friend. "No more chances."
Starfire's eyes glowed a furious green. "No more trust."
"And no more mercy," Raven finished, a hint of red eyes flashing on her forehead.
Anger rushed through his veins like adrenaline. She had broken his trust and his heart. She had tried to kill his friends, and she had almost killed him. She had joined forces with the Titans' greatest enemy and taken over their home. It hurt to believe it but the Terra he knew was gone. All that was left was an enemy.
"She's just another criminal," Beast Boy growled.
Robin was right—no matter what, Terra had to be stopped. And if Beast Boy had anything to say about it…
…he would be the one to stop her.
