Hey, it's me again. So, I've finally gotten around to the next chapter. Also, I've had a lot of people ask me why Beast Boy doesn't just shapeshift into any of our lovely animal kingdom friends and get out of there. I answered everyone who asked, I think, but to those of you who were curious but didn't feel the need to ask, I offer my response:

See, the human brain is crazy. It can do amazing things to keep you safe, or as safe as you can be in any given situation.

So, he's actually not able to shapeshift at the moment, because his mind woke his body up sooner than a regular human would have. In exchange for being awake and functioning well enough to defend himself in normal circumstances, however, the part of his mind that regulates shapeshifting is still "sleeping" and the chemicals his body produces are being used elsewhere to keep him lucid, so it may take a while for the full effect of the drug to wear off.

Here ends my longest author's note yet. Enjoy!

Beast Boy sighed through his nose; he still wasn't too keen on the idea of June healing him, especially because of what it did to her, but, now that she was done and the last of the wounds had disappeared from both of their bodies, he did have to admit he was glad the pain was gone. June stood up, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder so it hung down her back, and turned away, about to leave.

"Hey, June?" he called after her. She froze, stiffening like a little girl who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A second or two passed, and she looked over her shoulder at him, confused.

"Huh?" He bit his lip, somewhat nervous of offending her, but needing to get his question out in the open; he was beginning to wonder if she was really so bad.

"Why do you work with that… that…" he paused, a disgusted look on his face, unable to come up with a suitable term for the tall, brown-haired girl, "her?" he spat finally, putting as much venom into the word as he could manage. She shivered, sitting back down.

"She's… very convincing," June murmured. "I don't have a choice, really." Beast Boy cocked his head to the side, squinting at her as though it would help him understand.

"Whaddya mean, you don't have a choice?" he asked. "You've always got a choice!" She shook her head, looking sad and a little frightened.

"No, not always." June cast a glance his way, guarded brown eyes staring at his incredulous green ones. She pulled one leg up, wrapping her arm loosely around her knee, looking oddly reminiscent of a young child hugging a stuffed animal. "She scares me," she whispered.

"She scares me, too," Beast Boy offered, though the fact hardly needed voicing. She smiled weakly, unable to say there was nothing to be afraid of, that it'd be all right, unable to comfort him in the usually accepted way.

"I…" she hesitated, glancing over at the camera he'd recently noticed watching him. "I tried to leave once," she muttered, lowering her voice further. "Had it all planned out and everything. The day before I left, I found a note on the fridge –that's how we usually talk, she rarely comes out of her room- said 'I'll find you.'" She closed her eyes and shivered, though the room was actually rather warm. "I still don't know how she knew I was going to leave…" She opened her eyes, looking at him again. "I left anyway." Her voice held the tiniest bit of pride, a tone he'd yet to hear from her. "I walked for a long time; I wanted to get as far away as possible. Don't even know where I ended up, 'cause I didn't really pay much attention to where I was goin'. That's what makes it really scary."

"Makes what scary? That you came back?" He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice –maybe if she hadn't returned, the other girl would have stopped and none of this would have never happened- but failed; a tiny bit leaked through. So she was just scared about what the other girl would have done if she'd found her? He frowned a little. Where exactly was this anecdote going?

"Makes it scary that she found me," she corrected, brown eyes full of fear. She looked away, like the rest of the story embarrassed her. "After it got dark, I climbed a tree –I'm scared of the dark, so I couldn't keep walking- and fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning…" she stopped, her shoulders shaking a little, and hugged her knee tighter. "When I woke up the next morning," she repeated, "she'd written all over my arms in marker, 'I told you I'd find you.' I bet she'd've done it with a razor, too, but it'd've healed up before I'd ever even notice." She glanced back over at him, biting her lip.

"Oh." Now he felt bad, accusing her of returning merely because of worry, even though he hadn't voiced his accusations, because she had finished her story and he knew what had happened to her. That would scare the crap out of him, too.

"So, long story short, I came back. She was mad at me for a couple of days, she took it out on the next boy (his name, I think, was Johnny, and he had red hair and freckles), but she got over it." There was a long, awkward pause, as she twirled her ponytail around her finger and he stared at the ceiling, trying in vain to think of something to say. "If it makes you feel any better," June murmured hesitantly, staring at the concrete floor, "…I'm sorry she picked you." She looked at him once, and then darted out of the room in an exit that may have been considered dramatic, had she not stumbled on the doorjamb.

June walked to her room, larger than the one Beast Boy was trapped in and not sound proof, and collapsed onto the old couch tucked into one corner. Healing took a lot out of her, and she was permitted to rest after doing so, provided she got right back on her chores when she awoke. She propped herself up on her elbows and spat her gum into the little trash bin next to her; it had lost its strawberry taste, and, besides, she'd read somewhere that you could choke if you fell asleep with gum in your mouth. She fell back into the cushions, and, after a few minutes, was tossing and turning with nightmares.

Angelina opened the door and walked down the hall, into her surveillance room, telling it to stop recording and beginning to watch June's movements for the past few hours, fast forwarding it to catch up quickly. She smiled at all the time the girl had spent with Beast Boy; this was a mistake June made often, familiarizing herself with the boys and befriending them. It only made it harder on the girl when she found out they were dead. She let the tape run until it was almost at the end, 'til June collapsed into her bed, and then turned it off, allowing the live feed to run. She leaned over and grabbed a new piece of cinnamon gum from the counter, unwrapping the sliver and popping the gum into her mouth.

Tapping her chin in thought, she decided it was time for her to visit the shape shifter again. She was getting a little bored. She left the room, tracing her way through the hallways and running her hand along the wall, feeling the divots that spanned the spaces between the wall studs. Frowning as she came to the boy's room, Angelina realized that she couldn't feel the bass through the wall, that June had forgotten to plug the speakers back in. She opened the door to the young hero's temporary lodgings, grinning as she flicked on the light and her knife slid into her hand.

His green eyes went wide as she entered the room, horror painting his face. "Oh, God," he whispered. "Not again."

She smiled at him, raising the knife into his field of vision and giving it a little shake. "I told you I'd be back."

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, or any characters besides Angelina and June. And the kid with the green hair from a few chapters back, I suppose, but he's not plot-important.

I hope you liked it! Any other glaring plot holes I need to cover?

...SnowFallsSlow...