Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or any of the medical jargon/conditions/procedures. I hope you enjoy the fourth chapter of the story.

Beast Boy stayed up all night in contemplation. Just as everything was starting make sense in the world, it had turned its back. He had no idea who he was or what his purpose was in life. A doubt began to creep into his mind of if his powers were real or not. For years they had been, he had saved countless of people, attended huge and lavish banquets with his teammates, he even talked with birds at his window. Now, whenever he looked at his hands when he was supposedly an animal, they were just human hands.

The green changeling tried to laugh off his epiphany, but all the facts were laid out before him. Starfire and Robin had unintentionally revealed to him that there was something wrong with his mind. It could have been anything of course, but then Robin took him to the zoo and none of the animals responded. To the boy this was an apocalyptic event. Even now, he found that for brief moments in time everything was a blur, he knew not what happened. A few times he found bite marks on his arms or paper being chewed in his mouth. It was terrifying.

A sudden panic descended on the boy as he thought about what life would be like if everything he had ever believed in were to turn out false. It would be akin to worshipping, to the point self-sacrificial obsession, a god of the world and be assured in body and mind that eternal bliss in elysian realms would be yours to cherish. Save, when you finally died, the realization of the falsity of your claims comes crashing down as a bleak desert is the only sight before you. Beast Boy felt lost as he began to travel the sands of doubt, not only in himself, but in the world at large.

He roughly pushed the thoughts of despair from his head and attempted to focus upon a joyful occurrence of late. With a quick search of his semi-darkened room he found himself gazing longingly upon a picture he had drawn not but fours days prior. The figures were drawn in a childlike manner, with stick figures and abnormally bright colors, but the image still resonated a feeling of finality and calm. Upon the paper were the Teen Titans, all with grinning faces; but instead of the normal five figures, a sixth was present in the group. Terra was grinning with the team, she was part of the team.

A slight smile formed on the changeling's face as he bathed in the warmth of his "family." Eventually, they would be that way. There would be no more villains or crime, just the team, in their tower, enjoying the presence of each other.

Suddenly, the boy's mind went blank, as the world around him blurred.

Victor Stone walked cautiously down the linoleum-floored hallway of the third floor of the institution. A nervous whistle came from his mouth as he began to near his destination.

Upon reaching the room, the man found a manila folder hanging onto the handle of the door. Victor grabbed the folder and began glancing over the contents of the pages. Slowly a doubt came into his head of whether or not he, a mere technician, could handle a patient for the weekend. He read carefully over the last paragraph before closing the folder:

Do not at any time use blunt physical contact. If ever the patient appears to become aggressive and dangerous the best possible solution is to stand absolutely still and calmly talk to the boy. If this does not work, silently approach emergency button on wall. Do not make any sudden movements or loud noises, these will only act as catalysts for the ascending aggression in behavior.

"This is going to be fun," he quietly announced to the hallway.

Victor breathed in a final time before opening the door. He walked into the room with a bright pseudo-smile gracing his face, but it quickly disappeared.

Patient 11456783 was currently charging around the room with an irate expression plastered to his face. Every time he approached a wall, the boy would lower his head so that his face was parallel with the floor, and proceed to ram the top of his head into the wall. He continued this behavior countless times before he realized that he was not alone anymore.

With a low growl the boy began to charge at the man standing in front of the door. As he neared the figure, the patient brought the top of his head forward and braced himself for the impact. It was much harder then he anticipated.

Victor stared worriedly at the floor where the unconscious boy was currently resting. He knew he shouldn't have done it, but right as the boy was about to ram into him he had moved, leaving the door the only target.

The man brought his gaze up from the boy and searched the room until he found what he was looking for. He walked over to a hook built into the wall and took a white coat down from it. He proceeded then to carry the boy back to his bed and dress him in the jacket. Now he couldn't hurt himself or anyone else.

As Victor was adjusting the last strap on the jacket the door behind him opened. "Doctor Grayson?" a voice questioned the man.

The lab technician stood up and walked over to the puzzled girl. "I'm Doctor Stone." He stuck out his hand in greeting. "I'm filling in for Doctor Grayson this weekend."

The purple-haired girl took the man's hand and attempted a smile. "I'm Rae. Doctor Grayson had asked me if I wanted to help out for the weekend."

"Well, I'm no Dick, but I am better looking. So, if you still want to, I'd be glad to have your help."

Rae half-heartedly nodded her head at his comment. She was about to turn around and walk out the door but then she noticed the pleading look on his face. The man seemed to be in the same predicament as she and needed help badly.

"I'll stay."

Beast Boy sat up in his bed and yawned. He attempted to reach up a hand to his throbbing head, but found he couldn't make the movement. Curiously he looked down at his arms and found that they were crossed and bound around his chest. The boy tried countless times to pull his arms from their bondage. Eventually he lay back down on his bed in defeat.

"If you promise to behave we'll take the jacket off."

The green changeling instantly sat up in his bed, but laid back down as the throbbing in his head grew worse. He scanned the room from his position, and found two blurred figures. One of them was large and towering, the other was quite a bit shorter and had a blob of purple on what could be thought the head.

"Raven, Cyborg?" the green changeling spoke the names with doubt. What could be perceived as nods were performed by the blobs. Beast Boy let out a sigh at the sign of affirmation, then turned a questioning gaze on the two. "Why am I in a straight jacket?"

"You tried to attack Cyborg." The purple-haired girl's voice was refreshingly unnerving to the boy.

The green changeling sat up slowly so as not to cause his clearing vision to become distorted again. "When was this?"

"About ten minutes ago. I walked into your room and you were charging all over the place and ramming your head into walls. Then you charged at me and I let you hit the door," Cyborg explained to the boy. Upon seeing the look of sheer confusion on his friend's face, the half-robot turned to the girl. "I think we should give him his medicine now. Take him to the room and I'll join you shortly."

Raven nodded her head and helped Beast Boy from his position on the bed. It took her a few moments to stop the boy from attempting to escape, but once he had subsided she led him out the door.

Doctor Stone walked down the hallway with a hypodermic needle in one hand and a bottle of dopamine antagonist in the other. He uttered every prayer he knew trying to ensure a benign reaction from the patient. Four doors away from his destination, the lab technician found a hand on his shoulder.

Slowly he turned to see the owner of the hand and found a corpulent, balding doctor smiling nervously up at him. "Doctor Stone, I was wondering if you could run a quick analysis for me."

Victor stared hard at the man before answering. "I'm not working the lab this weekend."

"I know, trust me I know," the stubby man had to jog slightly to catch up with the doctor. "But this is dire not only for me, but for you also. Plus, the lab is booked with screenings and tests for the entire weekend."

"How does this pertain to myself?"

The man ran a hand over his balding head in a nervous manner. "You see, all of the doctors giving their patients the dopamine antagonists have found that instead of the illness receding from the mind of the patients, they all appear to be getting worse. From speaking with Doctor Grayson this past week, his patient is too. I am a bit worried that something may be off with the medicine we are giving them."

Victor nodded his head and found himself agreeing to run the tests. The doctor thanked him then ran off into one of the rooms to subdue his screaming patient.

"So Raven, think you can take this straight jacket off yet?"

The purple-haired girl glared at the boy while she fastened him into the chair. "No."

"Why not?" Beast Boy tried changing into his irresistible kitten, but found the double-binding to much of a barrier for his powers. Thus he was forced to attempt a sad and pleading face without the added use of whiskers and a tail.

"I was given orders not to release you from anything until after you get your medicine," the girl explained. "Plus, the less you are able to move, the less you talk."

The green changeling leaned his head back against the chair in defeat. It was going to be a long day.

The results were printed in black ink on the page. Victor read over the paper again and again, then (when the words began to blur) would turn his gaze to the wall and shortly after return it to the paper. It didn't make sense. According to the diagnostic scan of the medicine, it was the exact opposite of what it should be. For the entire week doctors were giving their patients dopamine agonists instead of antagonists. Instead of combating the illnesses by blocking off one of the sources, they were increasing the production of the chemicals which produced their behavior. He reached over and picked up the bottle. It said it was a dopamine antagonist, there was nothing wrong with the labeling except that it didn't match the medicine inside.

Hesitantly Victor lifted the phone on the desk from its receiver and brought it to his ear. His finger hovered over the numbers as he contemplated whether to call or not. Eventually his conscious told him to call, his friend had a right to know along with the other doctors of the institution.

Doctor Stone tapped his fingers anxiously on the desk as he listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times. On the fourth he heard a click and then a groggy voice.

"Hello?"

The man placed a smile on his face hoping it would hide the nervousness in his voice. "Hey Dick. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Victor." A long yawn broke apart the man's sentence on the other line. After a few quick breaths he continued. "How are you."

Victor began to answer, but changed his words at the sound of his friend's voice. "Dick did I wake you?"

Another yawn fell into the lab technician's ear. "Yeah, but don't worry."

"Wait, Dick Grayson, insomniac extraordinaire, is still in bed at ten in the morning? Who are you and what have you done with Dick?"

Doctor Grayson chuckled at the man's comments. "Even an insomniac has to sleep. So what are you calling about. It has to be important or else you wouldn't be risking my life and your own."

Victor imagined the smile on his friend's face. It was a general rule Star had made that if Dick was on vacation the only calls he was allowed to receive were those of the utmost importance. "Oh, nothing much, I was just wondering if you had some extra dopamine antagonists lying around anywhere."

"Is that all?"

The lab technician stared down at the results of his test. He didn't want to ruin Dick and Star's vacation. "Yeah, that's all. There's a back up a mile long for this stuff, and I figured if you had a stash somewhere it could go a bit faster."

"In my old office, behind the filing cabinet against the wall. That's where the emergency stock is. Make sure no one sees you take some, I was supposed to have gotten rid of it when they moved my office."

Victor assured his friend that the secret was safe and then wished him a good weekend before hanging up.

Beast Boy tapped his feet impatiently on the chair as he gazed about the dreaded room. He decided that if his team wanted him to feel a bit more comfortable, they should decorate the room with as much flamboyance as possible or at least paint the walls something other than the standard off-white.

The green changeling flopped his head to the side and stared at the meditating girl. If he wasn't allowed to be comfortable, then neither was she. "Hey Raven, do you know any jokes?"

Raven shot the boy in the chair a malign stare. "I don't do jokes."

"Oh come on, you can't tell me you don't know a single joke. You hang out with me, there has to be one of my jokes that you remember."

The purple-haired girl turned her head away from the boy and continued on with her daily meditation. Just as she had gained a blank mind, a thudding and whimpering was heard from the seat to her side. Slowly she cracked open one of her eyes and saw Beast Boy throwing a slight tantrum in the chair. He was rapidly raising and then slamming his legs into the bottom of the chair and on his face was drawn a look of oncoming death. He had even managed a solitary tear.

Raven glared at the boy. "If I tell you a joke will you be quiet." Beast Boy nodded his head up and down. The girl sighed at what she was about to do. "What did the fish say when it hit the wall?"

Beast Boy shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Ouch?"

"Dam."

It took the boy a moment to piece together the joke, but once he had figured it out a steady stream of laughter poured from his lips and echoed about the room. In between the torrents of laughter he would utter, "I get it, dam, like the wall. Dam! Good one Raven. Dam!"

The girl shook her head at the easily entertained boy.

Doctor Stone entered into the room and found the patient laughing hysterically on the chair. After turning a questioning gaze to the volunteer she explained how she had told the boy a joke. Victor nodded approvingly at her work as he prepared the medicine.

Slowly he approached the boy and once he had him sitting still, proceeded to inject the medicine into the patient. As was instructed in the manila folder, Victor stepped back from the patient and watched to see if there were any signs of aggression. After ten minutes of pure calm, the doctor decided the boy was just fine.

11456783 watched eagerly as the man unstrapped him not only from the uncomfortable chair, but from the straight jacket as well. It was a great relief to be able to move his arms again.

Doctor Stone turned to the patient and held out his hand. "Do you want to go get some lunch?"

Cyborg and Raven trailed behind the green changeling as he led the way to lunch. Both exchanged curious looks as the boy walked right past the kitchen and headed for the elevator. Deciding not to contradict the boy's actions, the two Titans followed closely behind as Beast Boy walked from the tower and out into the surrounding grass.

The changeling stood for a moment outside the door then proceeded to change his form into that of a cow and grazed upon the vegetation of their island.

Slade Wilson leaned up against the fence barrier of the outer courts of the institution. He watched his patient Terra as she threw rocks with her "powers." A smile formed on his lips as he thought over the precise details of the ongoing treatment for the girl, the smile increased as he thought on how she was the easiest patient yet.

The doctor's attention was drawn away from the girl as he caught sight of patient 11456783 grazing in the grass. To Slade's uttermost surprise and satisfaction he noticed that Doctor Grayson was not with the patient. Instead the lab technician, Victor Stone, was standing anxiously off to the side. It was when he saw the boy catch sight of Terra that Doctor Wilson leaned over to his current nurse and instructed her to talk with Terra. The blonde-haired woman nodded her head at the doctor's instructions then proceeded onto the girl sitting on the pile of rocks.

"Hey Terra," she greeted the girl warmly.

Terra smiled up at the woman kneeling beside her. "Hello."

The nurse smiled back at the girl before turning her face to Doctor Wilson. He nodded his head at her. The woman laid her hand on Terra's shoulder. "Why don't you be a bit careful now. I know you can't control your powers and we don't want anyone getting hurt."

Terra stared incredulously at the blonde-haired woman as she walked away. No one knew that she couldn't control her powers, not even Slade. She thought on how the woman could have picked up on the fact, there was no evidence of her lack of control. Everything she did around other people was precise and perfect. It was only when the girl caught sight of 11456783 approaching her that she realized who the culprit was.

With a loud yell the girl stood up and brought her hands, filled with rocks, up over her head. She began to fling the rocks at the boy, but soon found herself turning in circles which sent the stones flying in all directions.

Beast Boy stood absolutely still as he watched Terra turn in circles through the air. Occasionally he had to duck in order to dodge a flying rock. She was yelling at him, it sounded like "You lied." or "Liar." whichever it was, he had no idea where the accusations were coming from. As far as he knew he hadn't lied to her about anything, in fact, he had been more honest with Terra than with anyone else.

Filled with a deep concern for his friend, the changeling began to approach her with his hands out as a friendly gesture. This motion, though, caused the girl to scream even louder with rage as she shot the rocks harder and faster around her.

All of the patients, doctors, and nurses had cleared the outdoor vicinity as soon as the girl had begun her tantrum. Unfortunately, a few people had been hit by the flying stones, some were even bleeding. The sight of the crimson substance caused a great commotion amongst the patients. Some screamed, others laughed, a few tried reaching out to touch it, but most scooted away from the said victims.

Outside, Doctor Wilson approached the raging girl cautiously. Once he was within reach of her arm, he stuck out his hand and gripped her own. She immediately halted in her throwing of rocks and turned a tear-streaked face to the doctor.

"I have control of my powers, I swear I do," she managed to choke out to the doctor.

Slade reached out his other hand and brushed a stray lock of her golden hair behind one of her ears. "My dear Terra, you've never had control of your powers. You don't have any powers to control."

The girl gaped at the man's words. Not only did he know that she couldn't control her powers, he was now implying that she had none. A rage rushed through her veins, but she found herself to weak to fight against the doctor. Instead, Terra brought her head up, laid it on his shoulder, and wept.

Doctor Wilson tenderly picked up the girl and walked back to the institution. On his way he passed Victor Stone trying vainly to pull 11456783 to the doors of the building. Slade smirked at the other doctor as he patted the girl's head in comfort.

All the green changeling could think about was how Terra had attacked him. He still didn't know what provoked her madness, but it mattered not anymore. The worse of it all was how Slade had so compassionately calmed her down. There was no longer any hope in the boy's mind that he and Terra could live happily.

Beast Boy spent the rest of his day in a semi-trance from these thoughts. When he played video games with Cyborg it didn't matter to him if he lost, in fact he felt better losing. At least that way something was right in the world. What was most alarming to the boy's teammates was the strange silence which surrounded him and the constant crestfallen look gracing his face.

It was only four in the afternoon when the changeling announced to his friends that he wished to retire to his room. They stared worriedly at him for a moment before complying to his wishes. The three walked up the stairs and down the hallway to his room. Once at the door, Beast Boy turned to his teammates.

"Thanks for hanging out with me today." With that he opened the door and began to walk inside. As he was closing the door, the green boy saw not his friends, but a tall African American man in a lab coat, and a short, gothic girl in baggy pants.

Beast Boy made his way quickly over to his bed and lay down. Crystalline tears began streaming down his face as he felt himself lose all control of his mind. Nothing was right anymore, nothing made sense. Everything he knew was now gone, and he was alone.

After locking the door to 11456783's room, Victor Stone told Rae that she was allowed to go home. He stood still and watched her walk away for a moment, then turned and walked briskly to the basement.

Something about the day's events bothered the man to no end. First the medicine and then the Terra incident. Last he checked on the girl, she was perfectly healthy and nigh recovered from her delusions.

A theory had been growing in the man's head all day, at the center of it was Doctor Slade Wilson. He had to know if all the things Dick had said about the man were true, if he was the monstrosity the young doctor painted the image of.

It took a good hour down in the archives to pull out all of the files for Doctor Wilson's patients. By the end of his collecting there were at least thirty folders on the old rickety table in the center of all the filing cabinets. Victor sighed at the thought of the hours this was going to take, then sat down and cracked open the first folder.

The year was 1979 and the institution had just opened. The founding doctors included Richard Constani, Christian Benton, Pamela Rolf, and Slade Wilson. The institution was opened as a haven for young adults and youth suffering from various mental illnesses. A new system was being used by the doctors, they had agreed that each doctor only handle one patient at a time. This way more individual attention was given to the patient.

Doctor Wilson's first patient was a young girl suffering from an extreme case of, what is known as, a paranoid personality disorder. The doctor had noted in his journal how the girl always crouched in the furthest corner from him and whispered of how everyone was out to kill her. She told him that she couldn't trust him or anyone in the institution. After three months of the same behavior slowly the notes revealed that the girl started to speak more openly with the doctor, she even agreed to sit in a chair right across from him. It was exactly a year after she had been admitted to the institution that Doctor Wilson signed the release form for her to go back to a normal life.

Victor read over the last pages again and found nothing suspicious, but as he was putting the papers back into the folder he noticed a newspaper clipping. The article was just a blurb but it told how the girl had, the night which she was released, gone home and hanged herself. A note was left on her desk exclaiming her dread of conspiracies against her life.

The next folder started a week after the death of Doctor Wilson's first patient. This patient was a 19-year-old male that suffered from schizophrenia. The notes about the case were similar to that of the girl in terms of the gradual ease into more social life, only this patient was in the institution for four years before his release was signed. Underneath this sheet was another newspaper clipping, this one stating that the boy went home, kissed his mother's cheek and then proceeded to go into his room and shoot himself in order to stop the voices in his head.

Doctor Stone read every folder on the table then sat back with a deep sigh. Out of forty patients twenty-five had committed suicide upon returning home, six were killed in hit and runs (of which the people spoke of how the victim had been "raving mad" and walking aimlessly about), and the remaining nine had been admitted to other institutions after being released.

He knew it wasn't solid proof, but it also wasn't all coincidentally linked to Slade Wilson. For the first time, Victor Stone found himself as suspicious and hateful towards Doctor Wilson as Dick had always been.

"Where are we Slade?" The frightened Terra turned pleading eyes on the doctor.

"You are going to stay in this room for a few days. I'll come and visit you once a day, but while I'm gone I want you to try and move these rocks." Doctor Wilson motioned his hand to the other side of the prison-cell like room. "You are not to move from your position here, it is against the rules to even touch those rocks with your hands. Do you understand?" Terra nodded her head at the doctor.

Slade Wilson stood from his crouched position in front of the girl and walked towards the door.

"Slade," the girl began. "What if I can't move them?"

Doctor Wilson smiled at the girl and then pointed to a corner of the room. "That's what that pile is there for." With that the man left the room and locked the door.

Terra stared across the cement floor and reached out her hands. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she found the rocks still laying sedentary on the floor.

AN: Okay, sorry about taking a bit longer to write this, I hope it was worth it and everyone liked it.

Also, The Magician (Joseph asked me if zoanthropy was a real mental illness, and I wanted everyone to know that indeed it is. It is a mental illness in which a person believes that they can change their form into that of any of the lower animals.

Now I would like to give a warm thanks to my reviewers for chapter 3: Lady Lire Snowstorm, Lime Green, Judgement (Mathew, Blowfish the Monkey Tamer, The Magician (Joseph, and Lord Vaughan.

If you wish to, you are more than welcome to review. Hope you enjoyed this. I will try to get chapter five written as soon as possible.

Thank you for reading chapter four.