Hey guys. This was supposed to go up yesterday, but there was some problem and I wasn't able to log on. Anyway, Cyborg's turn. This turned out to be more of a fight than anything... weird. Please forgive BB for being kind of jerk-like. He's kind of mad, and even though he's my favorite character, I need to accept his flaws...one of which is that sometimes he's a bit more harsh than he needs to be. Hope it's better than the last one, which I wasn't that impressed with after a while.

I'd like to clear something else up too. Cyborg is guilty of sort of the same thing as Starfire... But the reason BB blames him more is because Cyborg was much calmer about the whole thing and had a better grasp of the situation. BB has also been able to rely on Cyborg for support in the past.


Guilt - Part 2


The last couple weeks had been difficult for Cyborg.

He was never one for sitting around and doing nothing. His days were always filled and normally it was difficult to find a time to sit down and think for a minute, but now it seemed sitting and thinking was all he ever did.

The main reason for this was the fact that Beast Boy would not do anything with him. He didn't know how much time he'd spend with the boy every day until, suddenly, he didn't want to do anything anymore. Whenever he asked if he wanted to play video games, go to the park, or help him with his car, he always got a "Not right now" or a "Maybe later." When later came around, he got the same answers again. Seriously, he had tried EVERYTHING.

"Hey, Beast Boy, I bought us tickets to the new Wicked Scary movie! I know the fifth one sucked, but I heard the sixth is almost as good as the first..."

"Hey, BB! I've thought about it and... I think I'm ready to try some of your nas- I mean your vegan food stuff."

"Hey, B, how about we go to the comic store and I'll buy you a few issues?"

"I'LL LET YOU DRIVE THE T-CAR!"

Nothing worked. His best friend was totally blowing him off.

This meant two weeks of doing nothing but work on his car (which was perfectly fine and needed no more work) and trying to get Robin, Starfire, and Raven to do something with him. Robin and Raven didn't appear to be in a good mood, so he mostly relied on Starfire, and he was really tired of her testing food on him.

Finally he'd had it. He'd offered everything he could think of. One day he just barged into Beast Boy's room to confront him.

"Okay, Beast Boy. We need to talk."

Beast Boy was obviously shocked by this intrusion. Luckily he was just sitting on his floor and doodling in a notebook, but STILL. That was kind of rude.

"What are we going to talk about? I have an idea, how about we talk about how rude it is to come into people's rooms without knocking?"

Cyborg just rolled his eyes. "You've been avoiding me."

Beast Boy shrugged. "I haven't had much time lately."

"You spend all kinds of time in your room, which I know you hate doing. So don't tell me that you don't have time."

"Fine. I just don't really feel like doing any of that stuff, okay?" Even though Beast Boy looked calm, Cyborg knew him well enough to see that he was getting agitated.

"Why not? You would want to any other time. What's wrong?"

Beast Boy stood up and threw his notebook on his bed. "What do you think is wrong? You're supposed to be my best friend, but when I need you you're not there!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how, during the thing with the chemicals and Adonis and Raven, you completely bailed on me! Robin was ripping into me and all you did was stand there!"

Cyborg signed. "C'mon, man, I thought we were over this."

"How can we be over something we never talked about?"

"I don't know. I just thought you were feeling better about that whole thing."

Beast Boy sat down on his bed and crossed his arms. "I feel better about some of it, but that doesn't mean that everything's okay. You know, Starfire came and talked to me the other day. SHE apologized and she didn't even have anything to apologize for."

Cyborg threw his arms up into the air. "Well, what would you have wanted me to do? Tell Robin to lighten up? That would have just set him off more."

"You could have SAID something. Like that you believe me. Or just talked to me so I could calm down and actually THINK. You could have stood by me. Or you could have come to talk to me AFTER everything happened. You all wanted to talk to me, but no one wanted to talk about what happened. You all just wanted everything to go back to normal." Beast Boy was visibly angry now, something Cyborg wasn't used to. This had obviously been building up.

"I'm sorry I didn't do any of that. I guess I thought it would just bounce off you like everything else does."

"Nothing just 'bounces' off of me, Cy." Beast Boy shook his head. "I don't want to talk anymore."

"Too bad. I'm not done talking. It's not fair for you to be mad at me and not let me know about it. I've been trying to get you out of your room for weeks!"

"Yeah, you're always ready to do fun stuff with me, but when things get bad you keep your distance."

"You know that's not true."

"Yes it is! The whole time I kept expecting you to say something, to stand up for me!"

"I'm sorry." Cyborg walked over and sat next to his friend. "I was a little stressed out, y'know? I wasn't thinking that clearly. I was concerned about you."

"That's just it! What good is being concerned if you don't do anything about it? It's great that you were able to find out what was wrong and create an antidote and all that stuff, but you changed the way I view our friendship." Beast Boy was struggling to get words out. It was embarrassing for him to be this open about what he feels, especially with someone who he mostly jokes around with. "What am I supposed to do when I have problems if I can't go to my friends?"

"You know you can always come to us. This was a bad deal, but I'm sure that none of us actually believed it was your fault. I know I di-" He was cut off.

"I don't know that. Here's a question: What if I have a problem that IS my fault. Think about all the crap teenagers go through these days and it's practically considered 'normal.' What if I make horrible choices and get myself into a mess? I wouldn't come to you guys about it because you'd all turn on me. Robin would lecture me about how if I'm not stable I can't be on the team, and you would stand back and wait to see what happens."

Cyborg frowned and his voice became very serious. "You don't have a problem like that, do you?"

"No. They were just examples." Beast Boy didn't let it show, but he felt slightly good about being able to make Cyborg concerned. Maybe he did care. But that didn't make up for anything.

"Would you tell me if you did?"

Beast Boy shrugged. "I don't really know right now."

"I'm not okay with that."

"It's not my fault." Beast Boy stood up and started heading towards the door. "I'm going out."

"Gar."

Beast Boy stopped and turned around. It wasn't often that any of his friends would use his real name. "What."

"What can I do to fix this? I didn't mean to lose your trust, and I'm sorry."

Beast Boy searched his friend's face, looking for sincerity. He found what he was looking for. "I'm not really sure. I think I believe you but… it's just hard to KNOW. I think it'll mostly just take time." He stood there for a minute before walking back and sitting by Cyborg. "It's been pretty sucky. You know, spending the last couple weeks without you."

Cyborg gave him a half smile. "Tell me about it."

Beast Boy smiled back. They sat in silence for a while, just thinking. Finally Beast Boy made a decision. His mind was still struggling with whether he was okay with what happened or not, but he did know that he forgave Cyborg and that he would be able to trust him again in time. He thought for a while longer about how he could tell Cyborg that without sounding even cheesier than he already had, but decided that Cyborg would figure it out himself. "So…what are we gonna do now?"

"We're done fighting?"

"Mhm. I thought you had all this stuff planned for us to do."

Cyborg shook his head, but he was smiling. "Yep, all kinds of stuff."

"So…" Beast Boy put on his best smile. "Can I really drive the T-Car?"

"No."

"Hey, you said I could!"

"You're talking to me again. That offer isn't open anymore."

The two boys stood up and made their way out to the kitchen, arguing the whole way. It was the most fun they'd had for weeks.