"I did it! I finally have it!" The whole room jumped at the loud sound of Corrie's excited voice.

"What did you do?" Logan asked from his dog-like position. Since Corrie had not been there to give Gray his daily horse back ride, Logan was next up in line.

"Faster, faster, faster, faster, you fat horsy!" Gray laughed at his insult.

"Hey, I'm not fat." Logan objected, feigning hurt. "I'm just big boned." With a mischievous glance over his shoulder at Robin, Logan joked," Now your father..."

"Don't push it Logan. I might be getting old, but I can still whoop your a—"

"Does anyone want to know why I am so overly perky?" Irritated, Coriander crossed her arms over her chest.

"Of course we do, baby. I just don't appreciate being called fat." Robin glared at the snickering Logan.

"Why are you so joyous, Coriander?" Her mother asked, picking up her son off the poor male teen's back. She just as quickly placed him on Robin's shoulders. "I wanna horsy ride, daddy." Gray bounced on his father's shoulders, gave a quick glance at his sister, and decided he didn't want a horsy ride from daddy, but his big sister. Jumping down, he ran on lanky legs to reach his sister. As if it came natural, she knelt, held out her arms, and swooped him up fast, like a ride at the carnival, something that he loved dearly. Giggling, he rested his head in her shoulder, all of the sudden tired.

"Don't you remember what to day is?"

"Yes, your 16th—uh oh." Logan slowly stood up, dusted his knees off, and darted from the room. He could deal with her anger, but he could not, would not, risk his life in a car with her. Oh no. He might be sleeping with her, but he was not going to ride a motorcycle with that speed demon driving. He had to draw the line somewhere.

"Daddy, either you or Beast Boy could—"She grinned, knowing her bait had worked. Robin and Beast Boy dived for Logan. They so were not riding behind her while she sped through yellow lights and down straight lanes. She loved to pop wheelies.

As they dragged him, his feet dragging the floor, he pleaded with them. "Come on, Robin. She's your daughter. You go with her."

"Come on, Logan. You're the one sleeping with her." After they had slept together, they couldn't hide it from their parents. And, though a few tears were shed, the parents reluctantly agreed that it was their life, and that they would support them no matter what happened.

"Damn. But still, you are her father!"

Corrie should be offended. But she was enjoying this immensely. "Make dad go. He deserves to ride with Corrie." Beast Boy glared at his son. "I'm with Robin. If you can sleep with her, then you can ride on the back of a motorcycle with her. She knows how to drive it, her driver's licenses proves it. So, there is nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, your right. The only thing to lose is my life!"

Robin couldn't pass up the chance. "And the importance of that is...?" Logan stopped complaining enough to glare.

"Would you rather I go alone? What happens if I'm stranded, without gas, and a strange man in a Honda drives up and asks me for a ride? He could be a rapist for all we know, and how would you feel, knowing that if you went with me, you could have protected me?" Ooh, she had him there. Damn her. And she knew it to. He just wanted to smack the grin right off her pretty face.

"Fine," he mumbled as Robin and Beast Boy finally set him on his feet. Setting Grayson down, Corrie grinned, snaking her arm through his. "Come on, Logan. It won't be that bad." She lowed her voice to where only he could hear. "And who knows, I just might want to stop somewhere private."

His mood brightened considerably. Well, if there was something in it for him at the end, all he had to do was hold onto her waist and close his eyes. Then, when they did reach that "private place", the bike ride would not be so bad. And who knows, he might even enjoy the ride.

Straddling the seat with her long legs clad in dark jeans, she twisted her hair up and shoved it under the black helmet. Hesitantly, as if contemplating the risks of riding with her, he slid behind her, groaning softly as he slid the helmet in place.

Firing up the engine, she turned to him, a quiet signal telling him to hold on tight. And, boy, did he hold on tight. He could deal with bank robbers, and guns pointed at his heart, but when it came to the Speed Demon driving, he became a coward.

But about five minutes into the ride, he relaxed, his arms loosing so she could finally breathe right. He watched the scenery pass by him, marveled at the beauty of the city. He leaned with her as the turned onto a deserted country road.

His eyes locked on a huge abandoned church not far ahead. The church sat on a hill, tall weeds sprouting around it. The windows were long, wide, and stained glass. Though it was obvious the church was dirty, it held an odd power, drawing him to it. The minute they passed it, something akin to dread filled him. With a grunt of confusion, he tore his eyes away from the church and just enjoyed the ride.

About two hours later, she stopped at a large area filled with nothing but trees and tall grass. After turning off the engine, they hopped off and groaned. Their legs were on fire from straddling the seat of the motorcycle.

"How about we stay here for awhile and wait until I can move again?" Corrie asked, leaning against a huge tree.

Quietly, he walked closer to her, removing his helmet and tossing it to the ground. She pulled hers off, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, finally settling against her back and stomach.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Never seen girls take off their helmet?" She laughed when she received a glare.

"Corrie, shut up." Not even a foot away from her, he grabbed her waist and kissed her. He pushed her back against the tree, his body pressed hard against hers. His hand suck under her jacket to rest against her waist, pushing her white shirt up slowly so his hand now rested against her skin. Ignoring the cold, she laughed as he fumbled with the buttons of her jeans.

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What if she was pregnant? The thought raced in his mind, filling him with anxiety. He was way to young to be a father. He didn't even know how to be mature, much less raise a kid.

The thought had just popped into his head when they were on the way home. God, he couldn't do it. He would never be a good father. At least not now! He was only 17 years old. He wasn't even allowed to drink legally! Of course Corrie was not his first, but he had always been so careful. But he had not been thinking clearly with Corrie. All he had thought about was how much he had wanted her. He still wanted to be free, and with a baby, he couldn't be. He had to end it. He just had to if he ever wanted a normal life. Anyways, Star would help Corrie out. He would be riddled with guilt for a while, but he would get over it. Maybe when he was older, maybe then he would help raise it, but not now. He just wanted to be a normal teenager.

What about Corrie? What if she wants to be a normal teenager, also? She's younger than you, Logan. His heart felt heavy as he made his decision. She can take care of herself.

She slowly pulled in front of the tower and he closed his eyes, wondering why it hurt so much to tell her that he didn't want her.

"Well, that was fun," Corrie said as she pulled off her helmet and turned the engine off. His movements slow, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I can't do it."

Coriander's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Can't do what?"

"I can't be held down like I am with you." Ignoring the sting of his comment, she pressed for more. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to be with you Corrie. You're the type who wants a long relationship with love and all that shit, and I'm the guy who only wants—"

"Sex."

"Yeah. I want someone who wants the same thing I do. Corrie, I can't love you. I mean, before your parents asked me to protect you, it was hard to even be around you. I guess when you asked me to sleep with you, I wasn't thinking straight. It should have never happened, Coriander. I'm sorry it did. But I want to be a normal teenage, one who doesn't have to worry about being a father at an early age or—"

"So this is what this is about. You think I might be pregnant and you can't handle being a parent at an early age. Logan, I'm sixteen years old. I just got my driver's licenses, and your worried about you? You don't have to worry about anything now, do you? If I am pregnant, I will have take care of the baby, I will have to feed it, buy clothes, work my ass of just to make ends meet. I won't be able to finish school, I won't be able to go to collage, I won't be able to do anything, and your worried about you?" She couldn't stop the tears that flowed, and now, she didn't care if he saw what he did to her.

"Corrie-"

"I don't want to hear it. I was stupid for thinking that you could love me, stupid for letting myself fall in love with you. I should have known you would do this. Hell, I thought things were going well, but all you were thinking of was you. It's always about you, always has been. But I can tell you this. If I am pregnant, I'll make sure you never know. Wouldn't want to burden you with a baby you didn't help create." Her sarcastic remark was followed with a river of tears. Her voice was raw with pain. "You'll go back to school with a stupid grin on your face because you can be normal. You can have all the women you want. And if a baby does exist, you won't care because it's not your problem. It's mine. I'll go back to school, alone, pregnant, and I won't have anyone there to comfort me."

Her voice was filled with pain and self-loathing. It rose as she raked all ten fingers through her hair. "God, I still don't see how I could have ever loved a selfish bastard like you. If I had thought clearly, I would have never asked you to sleep with me. But damnit, I was thinking clearly. I knew something like this would happen and I asked you to do it anyways. But it doesn't matter now. It happened and nothing can change it. So once you think about it, none of this is your fault. It's mine. I should have never let you touch me, should have never loved you."

God it hurt. She was an idiot. She was alone, heartbroken, and maybe with child. And he was scot-free from guilt, from having to worry about taking care of another human being, and from her. She had to leave. She couldn't stay here anymore with him. She had loved him so much, thought that he had some feeling for her, but no. He had just used her to get what he wanted. And now that he had it, she was of no use to him now. A sob caught in her throat, but she held it back, concentrating on the pain in her throat from keeping the tears at bay.

Lifting her chin, she glared through her tears. "Goodbye, Logan." She rammed her helmet on her head, jumped on the cycle, started the engine, and took off, never looking behind her.