A/N: So this is the chapter that comes after the last one. (As you very well already know). So… about 10 months later… this is what comes out. The italics are Cyborg's thoughts.

In Cyborg's room

Well, that was one tough game. Cyborg thought to himself. I'll beat her soon though. I'll find out how to be a winner in this game.

For a while he thought about how interesting it was. He thought, and thought. In fact he was thinking too much for too long. He was in his bed trying to sleep but he just didn't seem able to do it. He looked around his room for something to do to pass the time.

For once I have time to spare and I have nothing I'd like to do. He thought. Then a cartoon light bulb appeared over his head. (A/N: Like they do in the show). His laptop! He just had to-
Whoops, he had forgotten it in Raven's room. He remembered how he had put it on the floor when he wanted to find out what Raven was doing on her bed.

Yikes! Getting thrown out of Raven's room, (literally), is enough for one night. He thought. If it's still the same day.

But just lying there in his room was driving him nuts! He listened to the whir of the computers in his room and wondered if they really would drive him insane. For a moment he remembered about somebody telling him that some repetitive sounds were used to make people mad.

Cruel. He thought, sighing and getting out of bed. He stood up and stretched. He slowly walked out of his room and tippy-toed in the hall. He was about to knock on Raven's door when he realized what he was doing and slapped his hand.

Common sense rules: You never knock on Raven's door… especially at this time of night.

So he just stood closer and let the automatic doors "woosh" open. He looked around the room and found the usual. Raven was on her bed sleeping and his laptop was waiting for him on the floor. He walked up to it and picked it up quickly, disappearing from her room as fast as he could.

In Cyborg's room

Cyborg was sleeping in his bed with his laptop open and just a few inches away from him. He was positioned in an unhealthy way, but who can blame him… after all, we're all human. He was completely horizontal except for his neck and head. He held it up with his right hand.

He was on Google, looking up chess facts for fun and watching some videos on YouTube. By now all the ads were chess related. He watched them. Just yesterday, or today, (he didn't know anymore), he had clicked an ad by accident, thanks to BB and Robin.

"Are you a chess nerd?" Then come play at w w w. make up your own website here. c o m! With over 300 players to interact with and play chess with, you'll enjoy our site.

300 players? Cyborg thought. That doesn't seem like a lot. And I'm not sure about me being a nerd…

Cyborg looked down at his hands that had already clicked the ad. He had done it unconsciously. The webpage loaded. He scanned it very quickly with his background computers.

"This is a free Multiplayer online Chess game website" was written on the top, with all the rest of the introductory speech.

"Yaddah yadahh yadahh." Cyborg murmured while skipping everything. He scrolled down to the bottom of the page and saw two options. "Sign up for free" or "Log in"

Cyborg's eyes lit up. Sign up! Sign up!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa ,whoa Cyborg! You don't want people sending junk email to your inbox now do you?

But once again his hands had ignored what his mind was saying. He was now signing up to a website whose name he did not know.

He wrote in his username, password, email… And then he read:

"Before you sign up, it is mandatory that you read the site guidelines." Cyborg snickered and skipped it.

As if anybody reads that. Passing all the tiny fine print and capitalized rules and regulations he clicked "Create my very own Chess warri- (Cyborg skipped that to).

"Welcome!" Flashed the screen. At the top on the right, he could see his username that he had just created.

It took just a few minutes to find out how to start his first chess game on the site. He was in what they called a lobby where players could chat and set up a game. He challenged one of them but they declined his offer. This was repeated a couple of times before:

Gosh, if you don't want to play chess then why are you on here?

He thought of writing his very first message telling all the losers to beat it. Then his anger slowly subsided and he realized how stupid he was being.

Now, now, Cy, is that what you want to show as your first impression? He asked himself.

When he finally got challenged by someone else he jumped on his laptop, clicking accept as if he didn't do it in a second the Universe would explode. After clicking it, it took a few seconds to load before his screen was filled with a table. Since it was new to him, Cyborg looked at the way the game table was designed.

The chess board was in the middle while the options and controls were on the right and left. At the bottom left was a "give up" and a "offer draw" button.

Never gonna give up…

The pieces were just as usual, black and white, while the board was brown and beige. Cyborg could have adjusted the color of the board had he wanted to but he just wanted to play the game. (For soooo long)!

He clicked his pawn and moved it 2 squares forward.

n00b5destroyer: 'sup?

Cyborg looked down at a box he hadn't noticed before, it was a chat log!

He typed in "hi." But after a while erased it, thinking it was too simple. He had to make a good impression. "yo." He wrote. But once again he erased that to.

He stared at the chat log for a moment and another light bulb flashed again.

He got busy typing in his response. He had thought of something smart to say as a chess player.

TheKnightofRight: Teen on her stroller!

…

n00b5destroyer: ?

It took a while for our hero to realize what he had written. If you could see it on his face Cyborg was blushing furiously. This was definitely an embarrassing moment he would remember for the rest of his life. He slapped his face.

Cyborg you idiot! It's "queen on her color" not "teen on her stroller". What a great first impression… He thought miserably.

TheKnightofRight: my bad… nvm.

n00b5destroyer: it's your turn

After this little conversation things were quiet and they played without any talking.

Cyborg's interest for the game resurfaced and he played even harder than he had against Raven. Before he moved, he made sure to analyze every area of the board. He moved his chess pieces carefully and wisely. A single error could turn the game around and cost him his victory, as he had soon realized.

In the end, while the last chess pieces traveled around the board, things were getting pretty tense. Cyborg worried about every move he made. He played furiously. He battled with a warrior's loyal heart defending his country, as if every chess piece was a part of him, protecting something larger.

And then, he began to corner his opponent's king. His heart began to race with excitement. Would this be it? His first victory?

Just a little bit more… That's it… He thought, as he slowly manipulated his enemy king into a corner. It would soon be a checkmate. He could already taste the victory. Just one more move, and then…

"Your opponent has quit the game. The game has ended in a draw."

"WHAT THE BLOODY H*LL?" Cyborg yelled out loud, forgetting that it was now well past midnight and almost throwing his laptop across his room.

A/N: And that's a wrap for this chapter. I hope you found it as funny as I did when I was writing it. Thanks for the review, crazy veers, it means a lot to me. And of course, to all my reviewers. : ) :D ^^

I couldn't have done it without you guys! *wipes a tear away* I'll never forget you. *kisses index and middle finger and raises them up to the crowds*

Whoops, sorta got carried away there! Please tell me what you thought. :D