Oh my god you guys. I did a stupid. A really big stupid. I uploaded the wrong documents to the wrong chapters and I posted it and... oops. So go back to chapter 6 if you want. It should be all fixed now. I apologize for all the e-mails if you subscribed to me or this story. My bad. Take this chapter as compensation.

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Starfire sighed.

She'd never sighed that much before. It was an Earthly habit. But it accurately conveyed how she was feeling. Everything was so piled up in her that she could only get it out by forcefully making air pass through her lips.

It had been six days since her fight with Robin. To her humiliation, it had been four days since Robin and Raven had become "a thing".

She'd been staying holed up in her room, with mainly Silkie for company. Cyborg and Beast Boy would come check on her, remind her to eat, tell her that it would just be the three of them. And she was grateful.

She hated when they told her it would be okay. It was not okay. She didn't know if it would ever be okay again.

Being this upset over a boy was depressing. For the first two days after her fight, she'd been emotionally debilitated. She didn't bother going on missions, because she didn't have proper access to her emotions. On the third day, though, she realized that it wasn't just Robin that was bothering her. It was Robin and Raven and the mere fact that people that she trusted so much could crush her so easily.

She never wanted to go back home as badly as she did then. She would rather be Grand Ruler of Tamaran, literally worlds away from her current problems. Of course, she never thought of herself as the type to lead, but she could if she had to.

There was a knock at her door.

For the past five days, Starfire had been terrified that it would be Robin at the door. It wasn't even that kind of scared where she was half hoping that it really would be him. It was just fear. She would answer the door trembling, glancing nervously behind either Cyborg or Beast Boy or both of them to make sure Robin wasn't there.

But he hadn't tried reaching out to her since she saw him leaving the gym. She stopped wondering if he was behind the door. It didn't really make her feel much better, but her trembling fear was replaced by a dull ache.

"Come in," Starfire called weakly.

The boys entered, used to this by now. "Hey, Star," Cyborg called soothingly, looking out of place among the pink in her room.

"Greetings," she answered weakly.

"You didn't come down for breakfast this morning," Beast Boy reprimanded gently.

"I am aware. I was feeling the queasiness and did not wish to aggravate my stomachs further by breaking the fast," she answered as she observed her hands.

"You didn't come out for dinner, either," Cyborg reminded her.

"I was not hungry," she answered simply.

The boys shot each other a glance and Beast Boy morphed into a kitten and hopped up on her bed, mewing adorably.

Starfire petted him from between the ears to his back a few times. He turned back to his human form. "Please come get some lunch?" he asked, pouting slightly.

She looked at both her friends. Honestly, she wasn't hungry. She didn't really have a reason to be- she'd just been sitting in bed for the past week, anyway. But her friends looked so concerned, and she didn't want to worry them anymore.

"Very well. I will accompany you two…" She didn't need to ask the question outright. They knew by now.

"Yep, just the three of us," Cyborg rushed to assure her.

She got out of bed. She would have floated down the hall after them, but she hadn't been able to fly since her argument with Robin, aside from occasional thirty second long bursts of happiness whenever Cyborg or Beast Boy did something nice for her. She hadn't been able to access her alien strength, either. She just wasn't feeling very confident. Thankfully, when she wasn't pathetically sad and depressed she was angry, so her starbolts were at full power.

She followed the boys into the ops room and they got out sandwich material and laid it on the counter.

Starfire liked making sandwiches. There was so much room for variation. She stepped into the fridge and got some of the items they neglected, and rummaged through the cupboards for more. She spread frosting and mustard on two pieces of bread, then added ham, cheese, more mustard, onions, apple slices, turkey, and cherries.

Cyborg and Beast Boy chose not to comment. They weren't really surprised, anyway.

She was about to raise her concoction to her mouth when Raven and Robin entered the room. Her eyes went huge and Cyborg and Beast Boy froze.

They were holding hands. Robin waved to them all with a big smile, even Starfire. It was like he forgot that anything even happened. Robin jumped over the back of the couch and put his arm over it and Raven settled into the crook of his arm.

No one said anything, except for murmurs from Robin and Raven that the other three couldn't quite make out.

Starfire lowered her sandwich to her plate and blinked a few times. When she turned to the boys, her eyes were glassy.

"No, Star… don't. It's okay," Beast Boy tried to console her quietly so that Robin and Raven wouldn't notice.

"It's okay," Cyborg told her, matching Beast Boy's tone. "We'll go somewhere else. The roof or something."

She just shook her head. She tried to form words, but they wouldn't come out of her throat. She shook her head again, trying to blink the tears away, and she spun away from them and ran out of the room.

The two boys sighed, looking at Starfire's gross sandwich with concern. When they looked up, the almost flinched back. Robin and Raven were staring at them.

"What's wrong?" Raven asked.

Beast Boy and Cyborg glanced at each other, unsure of what to say. "Um. She just… I guess she's not feeling so great."

Robin kissed the top of Raven's head before untangling his arms from around her. "Let me talk to her."

Beast Boy and Cyborg didn't know what to do. "Nah, dude, I think it's more like… ya know… girl stuff…"

Robin seemed weirdly unfazed. "It's okay, guys. I won't do anything."

They looked unsurely at each other. "Listen, Rob, I really don't think that's a good idea."
Robin ignored them and took the plate in her hands.

As he walked out of the room, all eyes were on him. Beast Boy and Cyborg looked uncomfortable and concerned, and Raven didn't look very happy.

Starfire huddled under her covers again. Her eyes were wet, but tears wouldn't actually come. She was so tired of this that she couldn't actually cry about it anymore. That wasn't even the first time she saw Robin since their breakup. She'd gone on a mission with him, but they mostly ignored each other. And he hadn't been touchy with Raven at all. Seeing them like that drove a spear up her chest. She just needed to calm down. She took a few calming breaths. Nothing has changed- she knew they were together, anyway.

But that wasn't even really what was bothering her. It ached when she saw him casually going about his day like that. Not the sharp kind of painful ache she'd been used to- it was a soft ache that was more of a pull than anything. It was like her heart was crying out for him.

She'd spent almost a week crying over him. He'd moved on. But she still wanted him. She closed her eyes. Now the tears were coming. She remembered all the moments they'd spent in here. His fingers in her hair, his mouth on hers, their legs touching… his hands on her waist… She wanted that back. She wiped at her eyes. Knowing that she would never get that back was like a weight around her ankles, and she was sinking…

There was a knock at her door. She wiped at her face. "Come in."

She almost fainted when Robin walked through her door. "Where should I put this?" he asked, gesturing toward her forgotten sandwich, which he held in his fingers.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "W-what do you mean?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, like she was the one acting weird. "I mean I brought you your lunch and I don't know where you want me to put it."

She was angry and sad and indignant and so, so happy that he was there. "What are you doing?" She said it in an overly dramatic way, like he'd just cut her open. But that was how she felt. She had scars from him that no one would ever be able to see. It hurt the same as any scars she'd ever gotten.

He sighed. "Don't do this to yourself."

She continued to stare at him. She burrowed deeper into her covers, tempted to cover her face. "I have not done anything to myself," she protested.

He grunted. "I know that you've been locking yourself in your room and staying in here by yourself."

She glared at him. "I am sorry that I did not have anyone else lined up to comfort me."

"It wasn't like that," he mumbled.

Silence stretched between them. Starfire was busy keeping away the tears that pricked at her eyes. She stared at the ceiling in an attempt not to cry. "I am not doing anything to myself," she said after she was sure her voice wouldn't shake. "Staying in my bed like a recluse. I do this because of you, and it is not fair of you to suggest that I do it by choice."

Robin blew air out of his mouth from his cheeks. "Yeah, I get that. But you can't just stay here. You have to… you know, cope."

He was making her angry. "Why are you suddenly so concerned?" she demanded, turning her face to look at him.

"I've been concerned, Starfire. I've been tiptoeing around you for the past week." His face and voice softened. "I've tried not to be so… open with her. For you."

Starfire rolled her eyes. "Thank you for taking my feelings into consideration. That must have been inconvenient for you."

Robin's eyes widened. Sarcasm wasn't in Starfire's usual repertoire of verbal weapons. "What's that supposed to mean?" He couldn't summon the bite into his voice he meant to. Instead of sounding angry, he just sounded vulnerable.

"It means that perhaps if you had considered my feelings from the very start we would not be in this situation."

He shifted uncomfortably. "God, Star, I-I know. I never meant to hurt you. I feel so guilty about it."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Not that guilty, clearly."

"Starfire. Stop it. It's not that simple," he growled.

"I do not understand how you can tell me that you feel sorry for the original offense- which is kissing Raven- and then continue to do it. It does not make sense to me," she explained, her words coming out sharp and short.

"She was there for me," he whispered, trying to hold onto the sense that he was right.

"And I was not. So I was wrong," she prodded. He didn't answer her. "Robin, you engaged in lip contact with someone else while we were in the ritual of dating. You hurt me." Her voice was coming out weak, and she swallowed past a lump in her throat before continuing. "Action had to be taken. I did what I felt I had to. You committed a wrong, and the punishment was time apart. Instead of serving out your punishment, you committed the same act again."

Robin's eyes widened. "Don't say it like that. Like I'm a criminal."

"It is similar! We fight crime, we put the villain in jail, and then he comes out with a chance to rehabilitate. Some criminals commit the same act again and we put them back in jail. You have broken out and are committing crimes."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "That's how you see it? Starfire, not everything is like that. You don't get to punish me. You don't get to lecture me."

She blinked at him. He was taking this to a different level. She almost wanted to shrink back into her covers, but she held firm. "I was supposed to let you hurt me, then? I was supposed to ignore my feelings?"

"No! But you didn't even give me a chance to defend myself or make it up to you," he explained, calming down a little.

"You could have done the making up of it by being nice to me. You have not done such a good job."

She was alarmed by what he did next. His mouth was working, but no sound came out. She raised an eyebrow at him and he fell on his knees in front of her, hanging his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered, struggling to stand up.

She threw the covers away from her. "Robin! Are you injured?" Even though it made her stomach twist itself into knots, she took his arm and dragged him onto his feet. It was like his legs gave out from under him.

"Star," he breathed, the emotion in his voice making the broken halves of her heart twitch together. "I'm so confused. Sometimes I think about you… and I can't breathe, it hurts so much… And I want to go to you and tell you that I…" He tightened his grip on her hand, which he was using to keep himself upright. He raised one hand and traced it along her cheek. His touch made her skin heat up where he touched her, like a molten trail of lava traveling over her cool skin.

He pulled his hand away quickly, dragging it through his hair as he remembered himself. "But then… Then sometimes-"

The door slid open and they both jumped. Raven peered in at them, and Robin guiltily jerked his hands away from Starfire. Raven observed them with a carefully neutral face. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. We were just talking," he answered, any trace of his odd spell from before fading quickly.

"You seem upset," Raven said to both of them.

Robin sighed, calming himself. "We're okay."

Starfire stared at him. He walked over to Raven and took her hand in his and she smiled at him.

"Okay. Are you okay, Starfire?" Raven asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Starfire was flabbergasted. How could he be so unhinged one moment and then so calm the next? Maybe he really did belong with Raven. Starfire had never been able to calm him so quickly. And Raven's behavior was strange to her, too. She had to know how much Robin had hurt Starfire because of how he was involved with Raven. But the empath still seemed concerned about Starfire's well-being. "I'm fine," Starfire squeaked out.

Raven nodded. "We'll give you some privacy now."

Starfire nodded as they left. After a few moments, she noticed that a dull ache was pounding in her head. It was getting stronger by the second. She put her hand to her forehead. X'hal, it was getting worse and worse.

Her communicator buzzed on her bedside table. She grabbed it and lay on her bed as she flipped it open. "Hello?" she asked weakly.

It was Galfore. She was comforted almost immediately at the sight of her k'norfka.

"Hello, my bumgorf," he answered with a smile. He said the first word in English, imitating her pronunciation, but he said the last two words in Tamaranean. She was glad. With the pounding ache in her head, it would be easier to talk in her native tongue.

"Oh, Galfore!" she exclaimed happily. Her own volume made her wince.

"What is the matter, bumgorf?" he asked, cocking his head.

"I have a most unusual headache…"

"Unusual?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "How unusual?"

"It grows worse with every tick of the clock. I cannot… is it a migraine?"

Galfore scratched his chin with his index finger. "A migraine? Bumgorf, you have been on Earth too long. Migraines affect our people only when they commit crimes. Tamaranean nature demands that we behave at our best, and we get migraines when we go against our nature. Do you not remember how your sister was affected by them so?"

Starfire furrowed her brow. "I do, k'norfka. Then what could be the cause of this terrible aching of my head?"

"Headaches alert us to when something is wrong internally. You have not been keeping secrets or sneaking around, I trust?"

Starfire shook her head in the negative, but regretted it instantly. She gritted her teeth as a wave of pain overtook her momentarily.

Galfore looked concerned. "If it is worsening, then something is amiss within you right now. What were you just doing, bumgorf?"

"I have been feeling sad lately, Galfore. That would not cause such pains, has it?" she asked worriedly.

"No. Only repressing your sadness would cause pain. You have not been, have you?"

Starfire thought about it. No, she had definitely not been repressing her sadness. She had been feeling it with as much vigor as she always felt her emotions. "No," she answered.

Galfore shrugged. "I do not know what the problem is. Would you like to talk to me about your sadness?" he asked.

She bit her lip. She really did, but right now her head was pounding. "Galfore, I love you, and I always wish to talk to you, but I think I need to lie down."

He nodded wisely. "Of course. Get well. I will call you tomorrow. I love you, my bumgorf."

"I love you, too, k'norfka. Protect Tamaran."

"Of course, Highness." He bowed his head as he cut the signal.

Starfire flipped her communicator closed and laid it on her chest. She rubbed her temples soothingly, but it didn't seem to help at all.

The last time she had a headache like this was that last night with Robin. Little daggers stabbed at her chest at the thought. But she had to remember.

He was acting strangely then. That was when he kissed her even though she was in so much pain. Huh. She wondered if maybe her headache and his behavior were linked.

But that was stupid. How could they be linked? He didn't have any indication of a headache. And she didn't feel like behaving oddly. But if there was anything she picked up from watching Robin sleuth his way through a few missions, it was the knowledge that there were no coincidences.

She remembered that that night she was able to dispel the headache by shooting her eyebeams. She staggered over to her window and pushed it open, letting out green energy with a pained shout.

That worked a little, and the pounding in her head was replaced with a dull throb. She sighed in relief.

She was tired. Those types of headaches must make her really tired. She crawled back under her covers. Maybe she should mention her tiredness when she called Galfore tomorrow. It could be important. She drifted off to sleep, feeling strangely peaceful after everything that had happened.

I tried to make Starfire in character, but also not let her get bossed around and belittled. Let me know how I did. Also, Wonder Girl was originally going to make a cameo in this chapter. But she was replaced by Galfore. I love Wonder Girl. I really wanted to put her in a story, but I felt like it didn't make much sense, and with Galfore they could talk about Tamaran. Besides, they would have talked about Robin and I didn't want to deal with Robin/Wonder Girl shippers. Not that I have a problem with them as people, but I have a really big problem with the two of them together. Anyway, talk to me in your review guys! Until next time!

Raven's knees buckled underneath her. How could this have happened? Was everything a lie? She leaned into the Tamaranean, who kneeled next to her friend and put her arms around her comfortingly. Tears stung at Raven's eyes. The entire time she'd been able to feel, this is the first time she cried.

While all these feelings were swirling around, she detached herself. Crying was certainly not fun, and feeling depressed was- well, depressing. But she couldn't help think that it was bittersweet. She remembered being happy, and she craved it now. Which almost made it worse, but the next time she was happy, maybe it would be even sweeter because she had this feeling to remember.