Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the Teen Titans. I wish I did… but I don't.

Finally! That glitch was fixed, and I can once more update this story too! I was panicking too. Whew. Okay, so sorry for the wait, and here's the usual!

ALSO! There is a relation!

FIND IT IF YOU CAN! THERE IS A CROSSOVER WITH ONE OF MY OTHER TITAN STORIES! SO FIND IT IF YOU CAN! IF YOU FIND IT FIRST, AND REVIEW IT FIRST, YOU'LL GET A LARGE MENTION! So good luck!

wolvmbm: It was, and I kinda skimped out there. Yeah, the teeth I felt didn't require a whole lotta explanation. Just a nice side-note. I honestly can't wait until the Beast scenario. It'll be FUN! Haha! See, now there's a good idea for a story. An alternate universe, where Garfield's parents DID experiment with his powers. Would they still be alive cause Gar coulda saved them? Or would they still be dead? Those are the ideas that can come from a simple informational blip. I'll do my best to keep the chapters coming!

FelynxTiger: Thanks! I might've done better in other stories, but it ranks up there. Yeah they are.

The Cretin: Thank you, and I'm glad you want to help! Everything though must fade, even our valuables. But it's good to know you still have some. Cyborg can be one of the greatest things the Titans ever got. It's just amazing what he could do. He deserves better, and that's what I intend on giving him. I try to avoid fights in general, which being an ice hockey goalie, is kinda hard. Everyone expects me to be all tough, but honestly, things are solved better without beating the other to a pulp. Verbally or physically. But I have definitely been dragged into those before. It's nothing new for me.

ScareFace1000: IT'S OKAY! THANKS FOR REVIEWING ANYWAYS! I'm glad that people are enjoying my visual descriptions. I suppose it helps being able to see something while reading it. Thank you for your praise! Okay-dokie! I guess I'll catch you next chapter!

Nezzie13: Intensity is my middle name. At least I wish it was. It must be his DESTINY! I didn't know if it hurt him to change, but assuming that his entire physiology restructs, I'd assume he feels pain the first few times. Ah, okay. That does make sense.

Mimi the deer: Aww, thank you! I'll do my best!

"So, this thing's safe?"

"Yes. I have ridden many times before. I ensure to you, it is safe."

Mark smiled, and nodded. The King had already proved his trustworthiness many times over, so a simple boat was nothing to fret over. It itself had proven to be safe as well, but there was never harm in double checking.

"Okay. I can't thank you enough for letting us borrow it for the day. Garfield will definitely enjoy this." Both men looked over to the green boy sitting on the edge of the river, looking at the fish, who were unafraid. Garfield had almost become anti-human social, rarely talking to anyone not the King, or his parents. To him, it was as if the entire world- minus the 3 grownups- was afraid of him.

And that upset him. He didn't like being singled out, and it was now a daily occurrence whenever he went out. Animals were the only thing not afraid of his skin or new appearance.

Now, he had a small fang that protruded from his lower lip, and pointed upward. It held a bright gleam whenever the sun or another light shown off of it. It cut Gar the first few weeks he had it, but once his mouth became used to the new teeth, he no longer bit his lip.

He had also made a brash move, becoming a vegan. After the snake incident, Garfield vowed to himself not to consume another animal. Mostly because he could feel the fear the snake had, and how it didn't want to be eaten. And now, since he could morph into animals that were consumed daily, he didn't want to be killing himself. He'd had reoccurring nightmares, about being killed and eaten like bacon.

And it scared him. He wished it away, and in doing so, his dad had advised him of the Vegan way of life. And so, he became a loyal vegan.

Now, sitting in front of the various fish, he thought about how different this birthday was compared to his others.

This was his 10th birthday, his third one being green.

It still felt the same, but in a sense, it was different. It was like waking up as 16. You felt the same, yet knew things would be different.

Of course, Garfield had no idea of what it was like to be 16, but he did have the idea of what it was like to be different, yet feel so.

Anyways, his parents had decided to treat him to something special. A boat ride, on King Tawaba's new boat. As of a few months, the S.T.A.R labs felt it fit to send a new boat to the village, and when it arrived, it took hours to get King Tawaba away from its intricate design. He absolutely loved it, and now, he was letting the Logans borrow it.

It must've been some animalistic trait inside him, because he craved the water, even when he wasn't swimming in it. He'd never felt like that before, and it only recently started happening.

"Modu! Is the boat all set?" The King called, and the short witch-doctor popped out from inside. He narrowed his eyes at the Logans, but not at the King. He scurried over to in front of the King, obviously showing that he only served the King, and nodded. Then, in a nasally tone, he asked, "Are you positive they can navigate the rapids?"

"Yes, I have full confidence in our friends!" The King said heartily. Modu snorted as Mark tripped while getting on board.

"Yes... full confidence..." Modu mumbled, still glaring at the happy family. Whether it be of spite, or general dislike, anyone seeing his glare knew he hated them.

"See you later King Tawaba!" Garfield shouted out, and the King happily waved to them, bidding them a safe voyage.

"Mark, are you sure you can venture this river? The Chief said a lot of rocks lie under the surface."

"Don't worry Marie. I'm a professional!" She laughed lightly, and strapped a life jacket on Garfield. He fidgeted a little, his body re-adjusting to the new thing on his chest.

"There you go Garfield. Is that tight enough?" He nodded earnestly, poking and prodding at the orange foam thing he was wearing.

"Yeah momma! Are we leaving yet?"

"Yes, yes. We're leaving now. Hold on tight, and don't jump over the rails son." Garfield nodded, and Mark put the boat into motion. It lurched, and began its journey forward, gliding ahead like a figure skater on ice. The water was completely calm, surprising Mark. He remembered the King mentioning the river was really rocky and rough.

The sky was nice, and it was breezy out. The perfect weather for a boating trip. Gar was bouncing excitedly in his seat, clearly unable to stay seated. The excitement was too much for him to handle.

"Where are we going?" He asked, realizing that he had no idea of where he was heading off to.

"Nowhere really son. Just admiring the truth of nature." Mark said, not facing Garfield. His attention was clearly on the water in front. The water had picked up a bit, and the boat was getting harder to control.

"Ohhh. So... are we there yet?"

Mark just chuckled at his son's anticipation at arriving at a location that didn't really exist. Well, not physically anyways.

Marie, smiled at the two boys as she brought up sandwiches from below. She had pre-made them, knowing it would be harder to make them on a lurching boat.

They each took one, but Garfield didn't eat very much of it. He was too preoccupied with the trip. He was smiling with enthusiasm at everything. The boat was now being pulled along, instead of pushing through. It was losing control, and Mark had taken notice, but there was little he could do. The boat was in the river's control now.

Once the sandwiches were gone, Marie took the trey down below, and Mark took Beast Boy and showed him various gauges and switches, trying to ignore that growing feeling of dread. By losing control of the boat, he'd lost confidence in being safe. As to not upset Garfield, he made sure to not make any signals or mentions of losing the boat's control.

"See, this is the bilge. It helps regulate water inside the boat."

"Cool... what's this?"

"That's the depth meter. It's quite accurate, but sometimes mistaken. Anyways, it shows how deep the river is. Helpful if your gliding over rocky areas."

"Soo cool..." Garfield mumbled, not really understanding what most of the switches did.

"How about you go down below and look out the window. You might see some cool fish." Mark said, knowing fish were one of Gar's favorite undersea animals. Actually, any undersea animal was Gar's favorite, so that was kind of pointless.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"COOL!"

Garfield ran below and Mary came back up looked down at where her son ran off to.

"My, he has so much energy today."

"That he does. I sent him below because it's rocky ahead, and the rapids are also picking up."

"Then is it safe to send him down there alone?" Marie asked worriedly. She cast a glance toward the under-compartment.

"No, but it's better down there then up here. If we hit a bump, he could go flying in. And I don't entirely trust his shape-shifting yet."

"Nor do I. But it is somewhat comforting that he can. It serves as a glimmer of hope, if he ever were to get lost." Marie said, looking at the new-found positives.

Down-below, Garfield was looking through the glass panel on the floor. It was by-far the coolest thing to Garfield on the entire boat. He could watch fish fly by, even though it wasn't them flying.

He looked up at one point, feeling... a presence. It didn't feel... alive. Or human. It felt like a ghost... or something similar. He squinted his eyes, and thought he saw a pale teenager. However, she faded away before he could approach.

For a second, Garfield sat there, and pondered. Was that real?

After a few moments, he shook his head, and passed it off as a weird daydream.

He returned to looking at the fish glide by, and the occasional piranha.

Up above, problems were occuring by the dozen. Mark lost complete control of the engines, when a large rock sliced their fuel pump. It quickly spewed the gasoline out and the engines began to fail.

Now there was no denying it. They were in serious trouble. Mark strained, trying to gain control of the helpless vessel, but it was fruitless. Normally, he would've figured to aim it toward the river bank... but that wasn't possible because they were approaching a deadly hazard.

A large waterfall with rocks lining parts of the river. Ultimately, there was no escape.

Except...

For Garfield.

His shape-shifting would be put to the test here, because that was the only way out. Mark and Marie weren't going to survive, that much was plainly obvious. Mark stopped trying to turn the boat, and instead rushed over to his wife, who was staring at the waterfall in pure horror.

"We need to get Garfield off this boat. Now." Mark commanded, and Marie just nodded, not once closing her mouth. She was still gaping at the monstrous waterfall.

"G-GARFIElD!"

The young green boy ran up the stairs, impervious to the danger. He had a jovial expression on his face, clearing enjoying his time so far.

"Yes papa?" He asked happily, yet with a hint of confusion. He knew of no reason why his father would be so scared. Or his mother.

In coincidence, they were blocking the view of the waterfall, keeping him from knowing of the danger.

"I need you to morph. Into a bird. A parrot. Anything that flies. Now."

"Why?"

"NO QUESTIONS!"

Garfield recoiled slightly, but Mark put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Do it. And don't look back. Don't forget us." Marie said calmly, finally being able to speak.

"P-papa? M-m-momma?" He asked confused, not sure of why they were requesting this strange errand out of him.

"Go. Now."

"Honey, we love you."

"B-but." Garfield still had no idea of what he was doing, but he pictured the parrot in his mind.

"Go."

"But!" He said once more, and his parents still refused to listen.

"GO!"

Suppressing sobs, Beast Boy unwillingly morphed into a parrot. The transformation came slow and painful. Bones vanishing, and re-forming. Muscles re-molding. Organs changing. It felt horrible. But the transformation ended, and he flew clumsily off. Not only had he never practiced, but he was stuck by a single thought.

Why? Why did they request him to fly away, and act like they'd never see him again.

Unless...

They looked at him, and him at them. They both hugged, kissed, and looked at him. They smiled and waved before being at the rocks and water torrent's mercy.

Wait, since when were the rocks there?

And the waterfall!

He screamed-or squawked- as the waterfall claimed 2 more lives. The boat fell down the spraying water, vanishing from sight. He frantically flapped his wings, trying to see anything.

He was waiting for them to proudly emerge from the spray, completely okay, but he saw nothing. He waited for a few minutes, before flying down to the sand, and collapsing in a heap.

Mark and Mary were gone.

And he was alone.

Tears poured out of his eyes at a rate that made the waterfall look slow, and he curled into a ball. He didn't even register the pain streaking through his body as he laid on a sharp rock, or from transforming back.

The only pain that he was registering, was a broken heart.

Mark and Marie Logan, his parents, were gone, and dead.

And he was alone.