Author's note: Hello to you all, I'm back again with another dose of the story. I hope you're all enjoying it as the reviews seemed to have dried up! I'm trying not to be dejected as I know you are adding it to your favourites and I can see you all reading. I'm also aware that people may be busy at this time of year. But you're still here. For that I'm very grateful. Thank you all. This chapter focuses on the BB-Cy friendship, another of my favourites. All information about comas is based on real research I have done, so I've tried to make it as realistic as possible. I just love all of the Titans! Writing about them again feels like coming home to a group of good friends. A couple more chapters and we will be back to the present day. It's getting exciting! On with the fic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, but I do own the Doc so please don't steal her. I do not own any of the songs whose lyrics listed here (too many to mention) but please don't sue me.

Chapter ten – Metal and Metahuman

Beast Boy had headed back to his room but fidgeted around unsure what to do. The thoughts from his 'conversation' with Raven were floating around his mind and beginning to drive him crazy. He bit his lip and looked out of the window at the city. He knew that there was only one person he could trust with this.

Padding back down the corridor the young man knew where he would find him. Whenever Cyborg was stressed there was always one place that he would be. The garage. He pushed the button and the door whizzed open revealing the bright lights within. The changeling wrinkled his nose up; motor oil and grease. The scent was so comforting to him in a strange way after all these years around the metal man. He gave a small smile as he saw two familiar feet poking out from under the T-car. As he thought – Cy was anxious. He took a few tentative paces into his friend's domain, knowing that in some strange sense he was trespassing uninvited.

"How is she?" came the voice from underneath the vehicle. It made Beast Boy jump slightly. Had Cy's hearing really become that sensitive? He stood still in his tracks.

"How did you-?"

"Installed some software that recognises footsteps," came the simple reply, muffled by the metal about Cyborg's head. "Can't let you get away with being the only one to have perceptive hearing these days."

Beast Boy let out a small chuckle at the metal man's attempts at humour. "Fair enough, dude."

"So," started Cy again, rolling himself out from the car. He looked tired as he pushed himself to his feet. "How is she?"

"Same as before," replied Beast Boy, giving a little shrug and leaning against the workbench. Cyborg reached across and picked up a rag, wiping the excess oil and muck off his hands. He was staring at the floor hard, and the changeling thought it looked as though he was trying not to cry. He waited in silence until his friend had time to process his thoughts.

"I figured as much, but man it is like a sledgehammer anyways," Cy said finally, throwing the rag back down onto the bench with some frustration. "Damn it, Raven."

"I know," repeated the shapeshifter quietly. "I can't believe this is happening."

"You and me both, B," responded Cyborg, gently. His eyes softened a little as he noticed his friend droop. "It's gonna be okay, man."

"Is it though?" asked Beast Boy, sadness in his eyes. "How can you be sure?"

"Well…" Cyborg hesitated. He turned slightly to grab a stool that was tucked underneath the bench and sat himself down on it. "…I guess I can't be. But I know that I'm not going to give up on our Rae. She deserves that from us. The girl has been fightin' her whole damn life. I don't doubt for a second that she'll be fightin' right now to get back to us. We have to remember that, to respect it."

"I know," conceded the changeling, quietly. "I'm just so scared, dude."

"So am I," admitted the metal man, a heavy tone to his voice. "We all are. I wish I could give you the answers. Hell, I wish that I could just give myself the answers. But I can't. All I can tell you is that I'm not about to give up on her, and I don't think you should either."

The shapeshifter looked over at Cyborg, tears in his eyes but managed a small smile nonetheless. "Never could, never will. You know that, dude."

"I do," Cyborg stated, returning the smile with a wise look behind his dark eyes. Beast Boy hitched himself up onto the workbench and shifted uncomfortably. He sighed deeply, which elicited the cybernetic man to tilt his head and narrow his eyes. "Everything okay, man?"

"Cy, you're my best friend. You know that I trust you. I want to tell you something but before I do, there's something I've got to know. If I were to tell you anything, no matter how bad, would you promise not to judge me?"

The metal man reeled for a moment at the question which had hit him out of the blue. He considered his answer for a few moments. "Man, you're the best friend I ever had – you know that. I will always value you as my friend and try to support you in whatever you're going through, even if I don't particularly like or agree with what you've done. I'll always try to understand you, and I'll definitely help you if I can."

The shapeshifter's eyes looked at him warily, but the answer felt satisfactory. He nodded slowly at Cy's answer and took a deep breath. "I need to tell someone what's happened. I need to get it out of my head – I'm not Raven, I have to talk about these things otherwise I feel like I might go crazy, dude. I mean…I'm rubbish at keeping secrets at the best of times, you know that."

The cybernetic man gave him a knowing glance and raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, I won't be telling you about any surprise parties any time soon."

Beast Boy gave a small, appreciative chuckle but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. His brow furrowed slightly as he rubbed his temples with his hands and began to open up. "Did you notice yesterday after our day out that Rae kind of went…a bit weird? Like into a weird mood?"

"Yeah, but this is Raven!" exclaimed Cyborg, emphatically. "That's just what she's like, man. She has these weird moods sometimes and you just gotta accept it."

"I know that," responded the changeling, keeping his voice calm. His eyes were trained on the floor, unblinking. "But this was something different from her normal mood swings. I know because…I may have…overheard…a conversation between Raven and Star when we were all outside."

Cyborg couldn't help but let out a chortle in shock. "Seriously, B? 'May have overheard'? By which you mean you were eavesdroppin' on their private conversation?! It's no wonder that Raven wants to kick your backside most days of the week."

Beast Boy flashed crimson and looked up indignantly. "Hey! They were talking right next to me outside, it wasn't like I was snooping by the doors of their bedrooms! Anyway, I can't help it, these ears just pick everything up…"

"Yeah, yeah," teased Cyborg, trying to keep the mood light. He waved his hand at the boy. "You eavesdropped on their private conversation, frame it how you want. Anyway, skip to the interesting bit - what were they saying?"

"Nice job of keeping your morals intact there, dude," smiled Beast Boy, eyes glinting evilly. "Like you wouldn't listen in if you could."

"Shut up," stated Cy, giving his best friend a faux angry look. The changeling gave a small smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Raven was giving Starfire relationship advice," he stated simply. The cybernetic man's eyebrows nearly rolled back into his head.

"Hold up, hold up. Raven was giving Starfire relationship advice?" he queried, sceptically. The amusement was evident on his lips. "Are you kiddin' me?"

"Well, I thought that at first too. But then the more I thought about it the more I realised that actually her advice was pretty good. She's a lot better at that than we give her credit for. After all, she is an empath and went through it all with Malchoir," explained BB, trying to be fair to the Azarathian. "She told Star that she thought that everyone deserved to be happy. But after that conversation, she went into this weird mood."

Cy was listening quietly, nodding along with what the young man was saying. He appeared curious as to where this conversation would lead. He didn't offer any intervention, so Beast Boy took another deep breath and continued.

"So, anyway, I tried my best to not get involved but she looked so sad and I felt bad about it. When she decided to go to her room, I thought that the right thing to do as her friend was to go and check that she was okay. So…I did. I told her the truth, that I'd overheard their conversation and wanted to see how she was. I was worried about her and I wanted to let her know that her friends cared about her."

"I'm gonna be honest, man," interrupted the metal man, shaking his head in confusion. "So far, I'm struggling to see what you did wrong. To me it seems like a really decent thing to do for our little Raven."

"Well, that's the thing, Cy," replied Beast Boy, with a sad tone to his voice. "I thought that I was doing the right thing too. We talked a little bit and she told me that the conversation with Star had brought up some stuff from the past for her. I said that I understood, and then decided to try and lighten the mood by asking her about the book that she was reading. She gave me a hard time about not reading, so I teased her a little bit by taking the book—"

"Okay, I retract my earlier statement," stated Cyborg, shaking his head and rubbing his hand over his head. "Like I said. You ask for it, man."

"She was fine about it, she knew I was messing around!" exclaimed the changeling defensively, folding his arms. He tactfully omitted the part where Raven's powers threatened him into submission. "Anyway, it relaxed things a little so I decided just to press her a little further on the Malchior stuff to see if she was okay. I gave her the book back and I just asked her if she believed the stuff that she'd said to Star."

Cy cocked his head to one side and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That's an interesting question. Did she bite?"

"Well…yeah. Kind of. She didn't get mad with me. She didn't really say anything. She just looked really sad for a while. I was thinking of something to say to her to like comfort her, you know? But before I could say anything, she looked at me. Like really looked at me. It was the strangest look I've ever seen Rae give to me – and believe me I've been on the receiving end of a lot of looks from her."

"True," intervened Cy, quickly.

"But, dude. Hear me out when I say…this was different. She looked at me the way that Robin looks at Starfire after she's been hurt in battle. I can't even describe it, but it hit me. It was there," the changeling signalled to his chest, indicating it had thumped him in the heart. "Then it got weirder. She reached out towards me and grabbed hold of my arm. Like she wanted to pull me in for a hug or something? I don't know, but it was weird, like she was possessed by something almost. She just kept staring at me with that weird look on her face."

Cyborg gave a little snort and raised his eyebrow. "It kinda sounds like she was going to kiss you or something."

The changeling felt himself blush right to the tips of his elven ears at the suggestion. Cy's face changed from amusement to shock. "Oh my God, B. Did she kiss you?"

"No!" exclaimed the changeling, abruptly. He felt strange all of a sudden. Cy had picked up on the same thing he had without a prompt, and the confirmation both excited and frightened him at the same time. All the hairs on his neck were standing on end. "Nothing happened."

"Well something must have happened, else we wouldn't be havin' this conversation," responded the cybernetic man, knowingly. He could sense the strangeness of his friend's reaction. "What did you do?"

"I…stepped back," responded Beast Boy, uncertainly. Cyborg's response was exactly as he expected it would be.

"You stepped back?!" he responded, incredulously. He put his head in his hands. "Oh man."

"Look, I panicked, okay? Rae does not do physical contact, least of all with me. I thought she was going to hit me or something, it was a natural reaction to flinch away from her. I didn't even think about it, the whole thing just completely caught me off guard. You know I did the same thing right after the Malchior mess. It just freaks me out somehow."

"I can understand that," replied Cyborg, kindly. "You're right, and I probably would've done the same thing. She is a mystery, that girl. I love her like my sister, man. But she is a mystery."

Beast Boy nodded in agreement and kicked his feet back and forth nervously. He swallowed. "The alarm went off before I had chance to explain myself or anything. She looked at me like I'd slapped her, she wouldn't speak to me. She didn't deserve that, not after what's happened in the past. It was like a rejection for her, I guess…but you gotta believe me, Cy, I didn't mean it to be that way. It's just…I can't let it…let her…ugh, it's so complicated. Either way, I'm sure that's why she was distracted in the fight, and that's why she got hurt. It's all my fault, isn't it? Give it to me straight, dude."

"Whoa, whoa," replied Cy, putting his hand up to slow the young man down a moment. "Calm it down, man. That's a lot of information to take in all at once. Breathe, little buddy. First things first. You can't blame yourself for what happened with Cinderblock."

The changeling felt a sense of relief wash over him. More so than earlier with Starfire. Cyborg knew the whole story and yet he still believed that Beast Boy wasn't to blame. It gave him some comfort to know that his friend understood. He swallowed. "You really believe that?"

Cyborg nodded, vehemently. "If Raven was distracted in the fight then that was unfortunate. But there is no way you could have predicted what was going to happen, man. You couldn't have known the mess we'd be in down there. You couldn't have known she wouldn't give you chance to explain and sort it out. You couldn't have known that she'd end up like this. I know if you could have stopped it, you would have. That's enough for me."

Beast Boy felt tears prick his eyes at his friend's passionate defence of him. He blinked a few times to clear the blurry vision. "Thanks, dude. Whilst I appreciate your support, I'm still stuck. What do I do with all of this, Cy? I just keep replaying it all in my mind, it's driving me nuts."

Cyborg took a deep breath and rubbed his head, deep in thought. Eventually he spoke. "Well…what do you want to do about it?"

"I…don't know," replied the changeling slowly, running his hand across the back of his head. "I guess I was hoping you would help me with that."

"Man, I ain't about to tell you what to do," responded Cy, a slight amusement on his face. It changed to a more serious expression quickly. "B, I've got to ask you something right now. Do you have feelings for Raven?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, dude!" squeaked the shapeshifter, burying his head in his hands. "Please don't make me answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because! It's embarrassing and weird!"

"Beast Boy," said Cyborg, using the changeling's full name for emphasis. "We're adults now, man. We're not kids anymore, this is serious stuff. I'm not asking if you're crushing on her – like we're at some sleep over as part of a 'truth or dare' game. I'm asking you as an adult, if you have feelings for Raven, or not."

Beast Boy lowered his hands down from his face slowly as the metal man's words sank in. He bit his lip with his fang and thought for a moment before answering. "Yes…no…I don't know. It's hopeless."

"B, listen to me," responded Cy, standing up from the stool and placing his hand on the young man's shaking shoulder, supportively. "I'm gonna say this really calmly. First off, you know I don't judge you for what you did. Raven's behaviour was unusual, and your response is maybe conditioned from our previous interactions with her. She goes to grab you, you run the other way. But what I'm askin' you to consider here is the fact that she may well have feelings for you. If she does, you owe it to her to consider whether you have feelings for her or not. You can't run away from this man, you gotta let her know either way. It doesn't matter what you decide as long as your honest about it."

"I know what you're saying, Cy," responded the shapeshifter quietly, his eyes averted from his friend. "But I just don't know. I don't know what I think."

"You hesitated like this before when you were telling me about what happened yesterday. It's because of Terra, isn't it?"

The changeling's head shot up at the mention of her name, noticing an uncomfortable hot feeling creep over him. "What do you mean?"

"Look, B, you and Raven have got one thing in common. I'm sorry to say it because I love you both to death, but you're both 'damaged goods'. You've been in a place of letting yourselves be vulnerable and then you've been hurt. It's kinda understandable that the idea of letting yourself be that way again is going to scare you. Is that what's going on here? Are you scared of gettin' hurt again?"

The shapeshifter eyed his friend warily, his emerald eyes starting to prick with tears again. He sniffed and nodded slowly at the recognition that his friend had hit the nail on the head. Cy squeezed his shoulder understandingly and softened his gaze.

"I want you to forget the past for a moment. That's what's been and gone. I want you to think about the here and now. Think about Raven. Only Raven. Then tell me, do you have feelings for her?"

Beast Boy closed his eyes for a moment, considering his friend's words. He visualised the empath in his mind's eye. Her long lilac hair, blowing in the wind. Her small pale hand, the way it intertwined with his in the medbay. Her large violet eyes, that were filled with so many emotions yet none of them escaped very often. Her scent, that he knew so well. Her beautiful, shapely figure that she so often kept hidden away from the world. Her kind, gentle voice and caring heart. Her bravery, even in the worst of times. The rarer things that he strived for every single day. Her smile. Her laugh. The darker things. Her lying unconscious under the rubble. The blood. The bandages. His fear. The thought of not seeing her again. He felt a shot of pain hitting him like a knife to the heart. Oh my God. Cy was right.

He opened his eyes and looked over at Cyborg, feeling a bit shaky. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was lightheaded. He nodded at his friend, a little confused by the realisation that he had finally made. He had feelings for her. Deep feelings that he had somehow kept buried under the grief of his past, under the fear of letting someone close again. It was like they had escaped his unconscious and smacked him in the face and it was overwhelming. Cyborg gave a small smile and then let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God! Cos I've thought that you have for ages."

The changeling's expression changed instantly. Fury lit his eyes. "You what? How could you possibly have known?! I didn't even know until two seconds ago!"

"Come on, man," laughed Cyborg, ruffling his friend's hair. "We live together, it's difficult for me to miss all the signs. The way that you two are always trying to get each other's attention. The way you look at each other. The way you talk about each other. The fact that you are so attuned to how she's feeling, so attentive to her. The fact that she's exactly the same with you. We've all talked about it."

Beast Boy felt his face reddening. "You all knew about this? Before me?! Is that even possible?"

The cybernetic man shrugged and sat back down on his stool. "Yeah! It's pretty obvious - you wear your heart on your sleeve, B. It's one of the many things I like about you, buddy."

Beast Boy gave a small smile, despite himself and felt his anger dissipating. He blew his fringe up and closed his eyes, trying to find some semblance of calm so he could gather his thoughts. Eventually his eyes flickered open, full of curiosity. "Well. What do you think?"

"Truthfully? I think y'all are adorable. I know that speakin' for myself I didn't wanna interfere or get in the way, despite that. But…we all just want you guys to be happy. We knew where you both were concerned, matters of the heart aren't exactly straight forward. Whatever you guys decide to do, I just want you to know that we'll always be your friends and be there for you. Both of you."

BB gave a genuine smile. He knew that talking to Cy was a good idea. "Well, this wasn't the way I expected this conversation to go. But thanks."

Cyborg let out a laugh, reaching over and clapping his friend on the back. "You're welcome, man."

As the feelings he had for Raven started to settle in his mind, the changeling was suddenly hit with the realisation of the situation they were in. "So, what do I do with this? Raven's in a coma. It's not like I can go down and talk to her, tell her what I want to right now. What are we going to do?"

"We gotta figure out a way to wake her up," replied Cyborg. "Maybe there are things we can do to bring her round. I'll give the Doc a call, and maybe you can check about online to see what other people who've been in this condition suggest. I mean, it's unlikely you'll find anything specific to her metahuman physiology but it's worth a try. She is half-human after all."

"Yes! Good idea, Cy!" exclaimed the young man, a tone of happiness and optimism piercing his voice for the first time in the past few hours. "We don't have to just sit around, maybe we can make her come back to us. Do something to help instead of just sitting there watching her sleep."

"It's worth a shot," replied Cyborg, smiling at his friend's new-found sense of purpose. "If anyone can be stubborn in this I know it's you and me, little buddy. Come on. Let's do it."

The changeling jumped down from the bench and gave a thumbs-up to his friend. "I'm on it, dude!" he stated, before turning to scuttle out of the garage and get to work.

"Hey, B," called out Cyborg, quickly. The young man turned at the door and looked back at his best friend inquisitively. "Thanks for trusting me with all of that. It means a lot."

"No problem. Thanks for being there for me, Cy. It means a lot too. I'm glad you're my friend," he replied, eyes shining slightly. With one final goofy grin he turned and disappeared through the garage door. Cyborg smiled and stared after him, a slight sadness on his face. He spoke aloud to no one in particular.

"Come on, little lady. You gotta wake up now. Don't leave him like this."

Beast Boy's hands flew around the keyboard of the computer in his bedroom. He was sat at his desk in darkness, with the light from the screen shining in his eyes. His expression was full of concentration as he examined the resources he had loaded up. Suddenly they stopped as he landed on something. He read aloud:

"Why does music 'wake' some coma patients up?"

His eyes lit up slightly. Music. That was something he could definitely do! He kept reading the article as quickly as he could. Reading had never been his forte, but his eyes darted back and forth eagerly, more so now than ever before in his life. His eyes stopped as he finished the article, and the changeling looked above the screen at the wall pensively. He swallowed and narrowed his eyes, digesting what the article had said. Apparently a 'salient stimulus' could in some cases wake people from comas. Music was one of these stimuli. As human beings process music differently from language, the theory stated that sometimes it could therefore pierce the mind and reach someone, where speaking to them wouldn't have the same effect. He tilted his head to one side and rested his chin on his hand. Of course, that made sense. The article had also suggested that it was helpful if the song was something that the patient would recognise. Beast Boy frowned, scrunching his eyes up. He had no idea if Raven was into any music, and if she was then it was likely their tastes were different, as with most things. The shapeshifter didn't think he could even hazard a guess as to what she might like.

He rubbed his temples and gave a small groan of defeat. Well, if he couldn't pick something he knew she would like, perhaps he could pick something he could guess she might like? If he kept playing it, would it become something she could recognise? Worth a shot. He nodded to himself and printed the article out to show Cy. He knew that this was the best lead he had, and the most likely thing he could manage to do of his own volition. A lot of the articles used such strange, medical language which he had no concept of. It was all beyond him. He hoped that Cyborg and the Doctor would make better progress in that department. So what song would he pick?

Placing the copy of the article to one side he loaded up his music app on his computer and began to shuffle through the different songs he had saved. The changeling had a really eclectic music taste, and as the music player shuffled some strange things came out of the speakers. He clicked through them quickly, searching for inspiration.

"Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow, I ain't the chick to walk behind you 'round town…"

"…fresh futuristig, me I'm a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit…"

"…cut loose like an animal, fired out like a cannon ball, but I waited too long…"

"…revvin' up your engine, listen to her howlin' roar…"

"…do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile…"

"…here I stand, look around, around, around, but you won't see me…"

He gave a small chuckle at how ridiculous the mix of sounds was, then continued to click through different tracks for several minutes. Suddenly his elven ears twitched, and he skipped back through a couple of them. His eyes lit up. He gave a smile and let the track play. It was perfect.

"That's it!" he exclaimed to himself, tapping his fingers on the table. He picked his guitar up and started to strum some chords out. Slow at first but gradually gaining more confidence. When he was satisfied he knew what he was doing, he popped it back down and grabbed the article. He needed to find his metal friend and tell him the news.

"Thanks so much, Doc," said Cyborg into the screen. The face of Dr. Fernandes was staring down at him, smiling gently.

"You're most welcome," she said, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. "I think it's a good idea. All the best to you and your friend. I'll check in with you in a couple of days but if anything changes just get on the line."

Cyborg nodded and gave a small smile of his own. "You got it."

The screen went blank and he scribbled some things down onto a piece of paper. Biting the end of the pen and deep in concentration, he almost didn't hear the eager knocking on his door. He glanced up, rubbing his fingers over his tired eyes and stifling a yawn.

"Come on in," he shouted, putting the pen down and turning around to face the door. The face of the green changeling poked around the corner, and the metal man met his smile. "Hey, B! Good news, I hope?"

"Great news!" exclaimed Beast Boy, handing the article to Cyborg. "Check this out, dude. Music! Why didn't we think of this before?"

Cy's eyes scanned the article and his eyebrows raised slightly. "Hey, some evidence suggests this actually works. No way."

"Yeah," nodded the shapeshifter, licking his lips excitedly. "So, what do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea, man," smiled the metal man, handing the article back to BB gently. "You got somethin' in mind? I've no idea what music the little lady likes."

"No, me neither," admitted Beast Boy, rubbing the back of his head. He gave an encouraging smile. "But, I had an idea. I picked this song out that I thought she might like and…and…I was going to play it for her. I figured maybe she'd recognise my voice if not the song itself. What do you think?"

"That's my, B!" laughed Cy, ruffling the changeling's hair again affectionately. "Always thinkin' outside of the box. Booyah man!"

The two best friends bumped fists like they were young teenagers again.

"Great, I'm going to give it a try on my next shift," gabbled the changeling, some excitement flushing his cheeks. "I really hope this works. You have any luck, dude?"

"Well, I just got off the phone to our friend Dr F.," said the cybernetic man, nodding slowly. "A few options we can pursue. She says that speaking to her is still a good idea, because there is some evidence to suggest that people can still hear in a coma. Particularly, they recognise people they are close to, familiar voices. She told me that when humans die the auditory faculty has been found to be one of the last senses to go."

"Morbid," muttered the changeling, not wanting to think about that too much. Cy nodded solemnly. "Okay, so we keep talking. What else?"

"You're going to love this," groaned Cyborg, scanning his eyes down the handwritten list. "Jokes."

"NO WAY," shouted the changeling, despite himself. His eyes were wide, and there was a sense of happiness about him all of a sudden. "Seriously?!"

"Yep, some recent research says that jokes can actually 'awaken the brain and speed recovery'," read Cyborg from his notes. He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it man, but we've finally found a use for your dopey jokes. Maybe we can rent you out to a hospital if we get short of cash."

"I know, right—hey! My jokes aren't dopey!" pouted Beast Boy, folding his arms. Cyborg laughed at him and he waggled his tongue at him, defiantly. "I've got the green light (ha ha) for my jokes! Excellent. What else?"

"Touch," stated Cyborg, tapping his pen on the paper list in thought. "Apparently, touch can be a factor. We've all been giving her plenty of attention and hand holding so I guess that's another thing we've done well so far. There's also a list of drugs Dr F. gave me which we can try to give to her that have been found in some clinical trials to be effective. I'd only give her really small doses though - I just wanna be careful because she's only half-human, I wouldn't want to make her sicker. Some of the side effects can be pretty nasty."

Beast Boy gulped. He didn't know much about this kind of thing, but he wanted to trust his best friend's judgement on such matters. He nodded and waited for Cy to exhaust his list.

"The final thing the Doc suggested was really interesting to me. Our bodies have something called 'circadian rhythms', to do with our body clock and temperature regulation in a nutshell. Apparently, new research is suggesting that by using lights to simulate day and night in shifts can actually kick start things and ease the patient into a more aware state. I'd need to monitor her whilst I'm doing it to see if there's any response but there's a chance it could work and encourage her to wake up naturally like she would after a night's sleep."

"Dude," breathed Beast Boy, feeling overwhelmed by all the information. "Okay, so it sounds like we have a plan of some kind? We should go and find Star and Robin and tell them what we've found out. If we can all do it at the same time and keep it going then just maybe…it'll work out. Even if it takes a long time. Maybe we can get her back somehow."

"Hope," stated Cyborg, nodding. "That's all we have right now. Hope and a plan, little buddy."

"Maybe it's all we need," replied the changeling, raising his eyebrows at his friend. He smiled at Cy, and found the grin returned. He clapped his hand onto his friend's shoulder and gave a squeeze. "Let's go find the others."