A/N) And I'm back! W00t. So, uh, insert plausible excuse for this taking so long here and insert me begging forgiveness here. Right. That's done.
Chapter 6
Beast Boy walked out of the restaurant with mixed feelings. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels as his parents followed him out, caught up in some point or other about his father's latest research. Night had fallen while they'd been dining. Warm air swept in from the coast carrying a lightly salty scent and ruffled his hair. He checked his watch, wondering how late it was exactly. Seeing it was getting on towards 11pm Beast Boy decided he'd better head home and tell his friends he'd be leaving for Gotham early in the morning. He wanted to catch them before they went to bed and his parents probably needed a lift to their hotel, which meant calling Raven. Raven who seemed to be particularly vengeful when woken abruptly. Especially by him. "Vengeful? Man, too much time with Miss. Vocabulary. Raven's rubbing off on me," he thought as he dug his communicator out of a pocket.
"Need a lift?" Beast Boy asked his parents as he flipped the communicator open. "I'm sure Raven won't mind." Provided she isn't already in her room for the evening.
"No, that's ok," his mother quickly answered. "We don't …want to put her out. The hotel is just around the corner."
"Well, ok," Beast Boy said with a shrug, putting his communicator away. "I'll just fly home then." He gave each a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before leaping into the air and shifting into an eagle. He wheeled once then took off in the direction of Titans' Tower, enjoying the feel of the warm updraft over his feathers. Rather than taking a direct route, the teen meandered from updraft to updraft, enjoying the sensation of flying and taking some time to think over the day's events.
On the one hand it was really good to feel like a family again. He knew his friends liked him, but that didn't stop them from giving him a hard time. It was nice to have a dinner where he didn't have to fight for the right to eat vegan. At the same time though, the thought of leaving the Titans made him feel queasy. Beast Boy knew he was a social animal, pun intended. Having lived with few friends in Africa and then with a group of close ones here, he knew which life he preferred. Living without his friends was something he feared. Star's story about her trip to the future had struck a chord. He'd passed off his unease with a joke about his becoming bald, but he'd made a conscious effort to not annoy his teammates so much. Not to say he was entirely successful, but he tried.
Beast Boy landed on the roof, let himself in, and trudged downstairs, still lost in thought. Cyborg looked over his shoulder when he heard Beast Boy return. He waved then turned back to the video game at hand. Star and Raven were engrossed by something at the kitchen table. Curious, Beast Boy wandered in their direction and watched over Star's shoulder for a moment. Star looked up and smiled a greeting.
"Welcome home! How was your time with your parents?" she asked cheerfully.
"It was ok," he shrugged.
"Is there something wrong?" Starfire asked, bright countenance falling in an instant. Beast Boy waved her concern aside and grinned.
"Nah. They want me to go to some fancy dinner in Gotham tomorrow. I told them I'd think about it. I don't want to leave you guys short handed."
"Gotham! That is where Robin is. Perhaps you will see him?"
"Hey, ya know I might," Beast Boy smiled. "Have you heard from him?"
"Robin called earlier." Raven spoke up, but her eyes never left the page she was examining. "He's going to be in Gotham for a few more days. He said he'd call again tomorrow. When are you leaving?" She looked up finally. "You might be able to meet him in the city." Her eyes dropped back down to the page. "Your mom can show him baby pictures too," she said. Beast Boy groaned and ran a hand over his face.
"I'm going to meet mom and dad at the hotel at about 8. I won't be back until the day after. Think you guys can hold the fort down while I'm gone?" Beast Boy asked, raising his voice a little so Cyborg would hear. The mechanical Titan paused his video game and was about to retort with a smart remark, but the comment died before it could leave his lips. The looks Raven and Starfire were giving him behind Beast Boy's back promised pain.
"We got it covered," Cyborg called back instead, appeasing the girls. Raven nodded agreement.
"We'll be fine," she replied evenly.
"Cool. Well, I am going to bed before something else embarrassing happens." Beast Boy plodded off to bed, feeling more tired than he'd felt in a long while.
"Goodnight."
"Night B,"
"Good night friend! Raven, please tell me, what is this fort that we are supposed to be holding?"
"It's an expression Star."
"Oh,"
Beast Boy turned the corner and his friends' voices faded, replaced by the slight hum of the tower's power systems. Beast Boy got ready for bed and slid under the covers, pulling them above his head.
"Why are things so complicated?" he wondered as he fell asleep.
His dreams were a cacophony of sounds and twisted images both amusing and frightful. In one he lost his powers and was literally kicked from the tower, even Starfire snubbing him. Images of his parents proudly proclaiming their son was a super hero as they won the Nobel prize. Beast Boy hunted a gorilla wearing Slade's armor with the Titans in the jungles of Africa. His parents were kidnapped by Slade, his parents kidnapped Slade, Slade pulled off his mask and Beast Boy saw Slade was his father.
"No! It's Impossible!"
Beast Boy woke up in a frightened sweat and quickly looked to see if his hand was still there. "Whew." He breathed a sigh of relief and realized he'd been having weird dreams. He wondered how much long he had to sleep, but of course, his alarm went off then. Grumbling he smacked the offending machine and hopped out of bed.
Raven sipped her tea and watched the seagulls glide through the early morning sun. She'd had a rough night thanks to the emotional echoes of Beast Boy's dreams. She hadn't seen any images thankfully, but the waves of emotion from down the hall had been enough to keep waking her. She'd finally given up, resolving to nap as soon as the annoying changeling had left the building. Her purple eyes flicked up towards the door as it slid open. Beast Boy despondently dropped his duffle on the table top and grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit.
"Morning," she said, voice more gravelly than normal from lack of sleep.
"Morning," he replied. "You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep."
"I didn't get such great sleep either. I kept having these weird dreams, and- Oh. Did I, er, wake you or something?" Seeing that Beast Boy actually looked apologetic, Raven shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. Robin's not here to make us train. I can sleep all day if I want," she reasoned. Seeing he was off the hook, her teammate nodded relieved agreement. "Look," she began. "See if you can't find Robin while you're there. I have a feeling you'll be able to. He's…obsessive, but he is responsible."
"Yeah. Mom and Dad might feel better about this if they meet him too. But I don't know what I am gonna do if-"
"Don't," she stopped his train of thought.
"Wha?"
"Don't think on it. Don't dwell on it. Just go. Be with your parents. You don't know what will happen so there isn't a point to dwelling on all the bad things that could happen. Or that you perceive could happen."
"But what if-" He stopped at her stalling hand.
"Don't. Deal with it when it comes." She set her cup and saucer down on the kitchen counter. "You need to do what is best for you. And you don't know what that is right now."
"But-"
Again she cut him off. "You'll know," she said. "You'll know what's best. Remember, no one can tell you what that is. Everything is just speculation now, and in the end any decision to be made is yours."
Beast Boy watched as she calmly picked her tea back up and sipped it quietly. "How the hell did she get so smart?" he wondered. "Maybe it's all that meditation." A thought occurred to him.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked cautiously. She looked up and blinked at him a few times before frowning.
"No." She sighed, slightly aggravated. "What I am saying is that no one can tell you what you should or shouldn't do."
"Oh. Ok. Just checking." Raven sighed.
"The truth is I am probably the last person to give you advice about family." The cup clacked softly against the table as she set it down once more. "Actually, none of us seem to have "normal" families," she said making little quote marks with her fingers. "But I do know about deciding what's best for yourself." Even if you don't always like it she added mentally. He smiled, cheered somewhat.
"Thanks Raven. I don't mean to be a pain."
She shrugged. "It doesn't take an empath to see you're uneasy and a little upset. We're your friends. It's ok."
He chuckled. "Yeah. And I guess if we're all happy you don't have to deal with our Psychotic-ness or whatever disturbing your Meditation, huh?"
"Something like that." She replied as a friendly silence fell. Beast Boy quietly ate his banana and Raven finished her tea. She floated the cup into the dishwasher and stood, preparing to catch up on the sleep she'd missed.
"Hey Raven,"
"Yes?" She arched a quizzical brow.
"Do you know why Robin went to Gotham. Like what he's doing there with Bats?"
"No." Which was the truth in a sense. She suspected, but she didn't know.
"Ah. Well. I'll find him on my own I guess."
"Mornin' Y'all." Cyborg yawned and stretched as he strode through the door.
"Hey Cy."
"Good night." Raven replied as she left, headed for bed. Cyborg watched her go.
"She know she's got it backwards? It's time to get up."
"She said she couldn't sleep," Beast Boy explained.
"Ah. So!" Cyborg rubbed his hands together, "You ready to head off to Gotham to hob-knob with the excessively geeky?"
"No, but I'm going anyway." Beast Boy made a face. "My parents want me to have a tuxedo."
"Aww man," Cyborg commiserated.
"Yeah. I offered to just go as a Penguin." He shifted into the arctic bird and emphasized the point with a 'Squwak'. "But they didn't think it was funny," he said glumly when he shifted back. He looked at the time and grabbed his duffel. "I guess I've gotta run. Say bye to Star for me?"
"Will, do, buddy."
"Thanks!" He waved to his friend and left the tower, headed for his parents' hotel. He landed a few feet from the door and gave a jaunty wave to the surprised doorman. His Mother was waiting for him in the hotel lobby.
"Good morning!" she called out cheerily. "Let's leave your bag in the room and we can go get you fitted for a tux." She continued on about her new colleagues and research, but Beast Boy only listened with half an ear, thinking back on what Raven had said. He followed his mother a shop and was forced to try on a number of tuxes before they found one that fit him well enough to not need any alterations. Personally, Beast Boy had thought the first one had been fine, but his mother had insisted he try on six more. They met his father at the Jump City train station and boarded the high speed train headed for Gotham. After picking through an unsatisfying salad with (excessively) limp lettuce, Beast Boy wondered if this was what was in store for his future. He even missed Cybog's insistence on meat being the best food. Well, almost.
Hours later the countryside rolled past, tree after tree after tree after field after field after tree. The train clacked along the tracks, speeding for Gotham and Beast Boy was one bored Titan. He idly pictured the train being stopped by robbers. The villains would wear red bandannas and carry futuristic six shooters that fired lasers. They'd ride in on mechanical horses and demand everyone's money and credit cards. And then, from the shadows a green bull, no, bear, no tiger would leap at them and swat the leader's gun away with one massive paw. The leader would be startled but he'd leap to his feet and the fight with a mighty gorilla would be on. His parents would watch as their son turned into a massive triceratops who'd pin the bad guy against the wall with his horns and be so frightened he'd faint dead away. Then the other badguys would try and gang up on him, but they'd be no match for the green elephant, or the emerald boa-constrictor or the terrifying jade tyrannosaur! They'd fall one by one until there was a heap waiting for the authorities. Then Beast Boy would turn back into a human and stand just so with one foot on the pile. Lights would shine, the wind would tousle his hair , the ladies would swoon, his parents would be proud and tell the reporters that he was their awesome kid. And the authorities would walk up to him and say "We're in Gotham. Wake up Garfield."
"Huh?" That's a weird thing for a reporter to say, Beast Boy thought as he blinked, coming back to reality. "Where are we?" he asked as she looked out of the window and saw only more wooded areas.
"You fell asleep," his father said. "Look, there's the city. We'll be pulling into the station in about five minutes." The woods gave way to open air as the train crossed a bridge between hills. Beast Boy could finally see the city in the overcast afternoon light. Gotham squatted like a grumpy gargoyle next to the coast; all steel, cement and stone under a colorless sky. How the heck did Robin live here? He wondered. How could anyone live here? Beast Boy had grown up in lush African jungles where the skies were blue and the tallest building didn't break through the green canopy overhead. Gotham, he could see as the train wound its way into the city, was a jungle of a different sort, full of tall, grey buildings under a matching sky. The train slowed to smooth stop in the city's train station. The Logan's grabbed their belongings and exited the train.
The station had originally been built in the mid 1800s of thick stone meant to stand up against the usually inclement weather. An earthquake had destroyed a large part of the station and it had been renovated in the 20s in the nouveau style, building on the old foundations and expanding the building to accommodate the growing city. Beast Boy didn't know any of this history however, and merely goggled like the other tourists in the train station. The frosted glass ceiling illuminated the station with a warm light at odds with the heavy steel buttresses and stone supporting it. Beast Boy's head turned in all directions, trying to take in the massive station and keep track of his parents. They made their way from their platform past the high speed trains to Central City and Metropolis and the commuter trains to the suburbs and finally entered the grand concourse.
The grand concourse, like the platforms, was a blend of the new and the old. Beast Boy cringed slightly under the vigilant gaze of the older stone carvings of men. The stone men holding up the arching roof didn't seem to be displeased with their task, merely resigned. Their brushed steel younger brothers didn't look very happy either with their tasks of supporting window frames and serving as statuary. As warm as the previous room had been, this one was cold and it gave Beast Boy the creeps. "No wonder Batman is supposed to be so grumpy," he thought to himself, "Even the statues aren't happy to be here." The family stepped outside to find that it had started to drizzle. "Even the weather is depressing." He sniffed the air, using his keen senses to get a better feel for the city. The city smelled of car exhaust and industry; slightly dusty and acrid. He wrinkled his nose and peered at the towering buildings through the light rain. More gargantuan stone people gazed down at him. "Creepy." His father hailed a taxi and Beast Boy darted in, glad to be out of the rain and from under the stone gazes of the city's architecture.
The hotel his parents were currently in was for long term stay and was more like an apartment than any hotel Beast Boy had ever stayed in before. The novelty soon wore off leaving Beast Boy bored out of his mind. He considered using his communicator to call home but decided against it. He was saved from being bored to death by the discovery of the room's complimentary GameStation. His fun was cut short when his father decided to remind him of proper table etiquette. Beast Boy was still pondering why anyone would need more than one fork when his mother announced it was time to get ready for the party. Shoes still new and stiff and tie tied a bit too tight, Beast Boy followed his parents out of the hotel and into a waiting taxi.
Bruce Wayne: Gotham social elite, mover and shaker, keen businessman, playboy, philanthropist, utterly bored. Normally Bruce liked these sorts of parties more than others the board threw for big events. In his 'real' job he did a lot of research therefore parties where he could have a chat with the people who wrote what he read was of dual professional interest. Tonight however was exceptionally boring. Currently he was only half paying attention to the university official and his trophy wife, allowing years of experience to auto-pilot his participation in the conversation. He scanned the room for Dick.
Unfortunately for the teen, he'd been spotted by the pack of wives and other assorted women who thought it was their sworn duty to cosset and mother Bruce's young ward. Bruce found him cornered on the far side of the room. Dick's hair had been flattened, again, and the boy looked like he wanted to unleash a few Birdarangs and follow up with his Bo. Bruce disengaged from the conversation with practiced ease and headed towards the cluster of senior women and his friend. Unfortunately for Dick a small man darted forward and drew him into conversation with a light touch on his arm. Bruce recognized the thin, balding man as Dr. Stephen Iverson, one of the Wayne Corporation's staff scientists and chief liaison with the University of Gotham.
"Bruce, I'd like you to meet the Logan's. Mark and Marie are going to be two of our head researchers," Dr. Iverson said. Bruce smiled congenially and nodded. The man walked away and came back half a second later, eyes shining as they did when he was able to report some new scientific endeavor to the board. "Oh yes! One more thing, their son Garfield is, if I am not mistaken, one of the Teen Titans." He grinned, "After all how many entirely green teenagers are there out there, eh?" He nudged the billionaire with his elbow. "He and his teammates have done quite a bit of good for us in Jump City. It was fantastic to thank one of them in person. Why just the thought of-" Bruce tactfully cut the man off before he could being rambling about one project or another.
"Thanks for telling me Stephen," Bruce said with genuine feeling. "I'll be sure to talk to them. I was just going to see how Dick was doing." 'and to prevent him from being smothered to death…or committing homicide,' he thought to himself. 'And now I need to warn him about Beast Boy.' Thinking quickly he added, "Dick would probably appreciate someone his own age to talk to as well," he grinned wryly. The scientist chuckled heartily.
"Oh my word yes! I'll just go talk with the Logan's why you save Dick from those well meaning ladies over there," The doctor smiled conspiratorially and walked off. Bruce hurried through the meandering crowd, dodging at least half a dozen attempts to engage him in conversation.
"Ladies," he greeted the group then greeted each one in turn by name. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Dick for awhile," he asked and flashed the "Playboy" smile the press seemed to like so much.
'Thank You!' Dick thought. Bruce caught his eyes and winked as he worked the crowd. It had taken him all of 30 second to have the matrons eating out of the palm of his hand. Dick was slightly annoyed that he himself hadn't been able to charm his way out despite his best efforts. 'Time to take notes,' he thought, watching his mentor. Soon enough he was free. He sighed in relief and ran a hand though his hair, spiking it once more. He turned to say something to Bruce but the look on his face made Dick pause. The set in Bruce's jaw was utterly Batman. Something was up.
"In a moment Dr. Iverson is going to introduce us to a pair of scientists; the Logans." Dick nodded. "Their son is here also. His name is Garfield, but I believe the world knows him best as Beast Boy." Bruce watched his ward as he dropped that bomb. Dick's eyes widened and he gulped before quickly schooling his features. As Bruce suspected, Robin hadn't told his team his other identity. The teenager nodded, cool and collected in all outward appearance, exactly as he'd been taught. Years working with Dick allowed Bruce to catch a glimpse of the utter panic lurking behind his eyes however. Bruce nodded and put on his 'party face' as he led Dick over to where Iverson was chatting with the couple and their very green son.
Beast Boy was bored. So. Utterly. Bored. The only person who'd been vaguely interesting was Dr. Peterson, the zoologist who was fascinated with his powers and had asked all sorts of interesting questions before his parents had hustled him off. Pity. Beast Boy would have liked to have spoken with the scientist further. He seemed to know a lot and in a field Beast Boy didn't feel like an utter dunce in. Beast Boy listened with half an ear to this skinny, bald man with far too much energy chat with his parents. The man had energetically thanked him for his super-hero work in Jump City, but his praises seemed to have been cut short. The man must have noted the uncomfortable tension his parents had radiated when that particular subject was brought up. The conversation had swiftly turned to academic matters and Beast Boy had just as swiftly lost interest. A small bit of the conversation caught his attention now though. Apparently they were going to meet The Bruce Wayne. Cool. He'd never met a multi-billionaire before. He'd probably be boring as well though, Beast Boy concluded.
He looked off to the side and could see a tall, well dressed, distinctive man headed towards them. Someone was following him though the crowd. Someone much shorter and apparently younger, though Beast Boy couldn't get a clear look. The Titan's eyes narrowed as he spied a very familiar haircut. He could just barely catch the scent of Robin's hair gel. A strange sense overcame him as he remembered that Robin was also supposed to be in Gotham. But this couldn't be Robin. Why would Robin be here at this party of all places? Unless he was undercover…
"Mark, Marie, Garfield," Iverson began introductions; "I'd like you to meet Bruce Wayne. Bruce these are the Doctors Logan and their son Garfield." His parents politely shook Wayne's hand while Beast Boy tried to get a better look at the teenager who he was beginning to suspect was Robin. The doppelganger was hanging back and Bruce was addressing him, drawing his attention.
"You're a Titan right? You and your friends have really helped us I hear," Wayne said. He smelled of expensive cologne and had a firm handshake. He seemed to be genuine in his thanks. Beast Boy smiled back and shrugged.
"Hey, it's what we do." Wayne beckoned to the teenager behind him. He placed a fatherly hand on the youth's shoulder as he introduced him.
"This is Dick Grayson. He's been my ward for the past few years. You two probably have more in common with one another than you do with the rest of us."
"Hi! Nice to meet you. Beast Boy, right?" Grayson held out a hand. Beast Boy shook it automatically.
Beast Boy goggled, mind working at warp speed. It was Robin. From his voice, to his hand shake to his hair care products. Robin's real name was Dick Grayson and he lived with Bruce Wayne. But Robin had never mentioned this; only living with Batman for the- Oh. Wow….Wow.
"Yeah, that's me," Beast Boy answered quickly. "You can call me Gar." 'Oh yeah, we have a lot in common,' Beast Boy thought to himself.
"Gar, right,"
"Why don't you two go talk about video games or something and leave the boring business talk to us," Wayne suggested kindly. Dr. Iverson chuckled.
"Quite right! So, Bruce I was just telling…" He quickly engaged Wayne and his parents in a scientific discussion, leaving the boys to themselves.
"C'mon," Dick, jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "There's a great view from the roof balcony and we can get sodas. So, do you play Gamestation?" Beast Boy blinked and nodded.
"Uhh…Yeah. Yeah! My friends and I play all the time," he said, playing along as they quickly walked away from the adults. Their fake conversation continued until they were outside and well away from other party-goers enjoying the view on the balcony.
"Man," Robin grabbed a seat on one of the chairs and leaned back with a sigh.
"Dude!" Beast Boy shouted, then clapped a hand over his own mouth. He took a moment to calm down. "Dude," he repeated much more softly. "You were the last person I expected to see here." He sat on a chair across from Robin.
"Mutual," Robin replied with a slight chuckle and wondered how this would change things if at all. It wasn't that he didn't trust his friends. It was just that the fewer people who knew about his other identity, the better because it wasn't just his secret to hide, it was Bruce's.
"OK, I gotta ask," Beast Boy said, leaning forward. "If you're Dick and you live with Wayne…but you said…Then that means…?" He let Robin mentally fill in the gaps. Contrary to popular belief, when things really mattered Beast Boy could not only figure things out, he could keep his mouth shut. All his instincts were telling him to proceed with caution. He'd stumbled onto something HUGE and if he was right in what he suspected….wow.
Robin nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Beast Boy let out a low whistle. "Wow." He chuckled. "Never in a million years would I have guessed."
"Yeah. That's what I thought first too," Robin smirked.
"So, does anyone else…?"
"Raven. By accident."
"Vision?" The green teenager asked. Robin nodded. "Wow, just wow." Beast Boy grinned and shook his head. "So, uh, do I get to meet him? You know the other him." Robin shrugged.
"We got someone to cover for the evening, but who knows." The boy's neutral expression grew mischievous. "So…Garfield, eh?"
"Oh, you're one to talk Dick." Beast Boy retorted with a grin. Robin laughed and held up a hand.
"Ok, ok." He leaned on one arm and arched an eyebrow. "So you're parents dragged you here, huh?"
"Yeah," Beast Boy scuffed his shoe against the concrete as he assembled his thoughts. "They made a surprise visit. I thought they were still in Africa."
"They were in Africa?"
"Yeah. Like that guy said, they're Research Scientists. Dude, did you know that they have no clue who Batman and Superman are?" Robin blinked a few times.
"Well…I suppose it's statistically possible…"
"They didn't know I was a Titan. They didn't believe me when I told them either."
"That's what the others said when I called. They really didn't believe you?"
"Nope," he shook his head, "Now they want me to move here with them." He stood and went to the railing. Leaning his elbows on the broad stone he watched the ant-sized cars scurry below. Robin joined him and for a few minutes the two watched the rivers of red and white light flow between the massive buildings.
"Are you going to? Move with them I mean."
Beast Boy sighed and let his eyelids fall shut. "No. Yes. No. I don't know. I can't go back to being who I was before. I can't. If I lost my powers tomorrow I'd probably learn to fight with kung-fu and gadgets like y-…Batman and Robin do. What the Titans do is important and it might be a little selfish but it makes me feel important." He opened his eyes and watched the crescent moon through the perpetual haze of the city. "I might not know a lot and I might not be good at a lot of things, but this is something I can do. And I really do like helping people."
"I don't think anyone doubts that," Robin assured his teammate. He felt the same way; the world needed people to step up and fight against evil and malice, but yeah, he got a rush from victory and knowing he'd done a good job.
"My parents do," Beast Boy replied morosely. There was that, Robin supposed. Beast Boy wasn't 18 yet and his parents had every legal right to insist he come to Gotham and leave the Titans. Plus, they were his parents. Beast Boy unknowingly echoed the thought. "They're my Mom and Dad, they're not ogres."
Robin nodded silently, a tight feeling in his chest as he thought of his own family and the sort of empty feeling that had accompanied their deaths. Bruce helped fill that void, as did Alfred. Once he'd been worried that his father would be replaced, but he'd realized that was impossible. Bruce and Alfred filled a unique place in his heart and his life, separate from the rest of his family but no less dear. More recently the Titans had joined the older men as part of his new family. He'd found purpose and a place to belong once more, but that didn't make his loss any less…Just easier to live with.
He looked at his teammate and friend out of the corner of his eye. Beast Boy was doing a rather good impression of Bruce at his moodiest. It was a look that didn't fit the green Titan at all.
"There you guys are." Beast Boy and Robin turned to find Beast Boy's dad standing by the balcony doorway. The other party-goers had left while they'd been talking. "Dinner!" Dr. Logan jerked a thumb over his shoulder with a smile. The boys nodded and followed him back into the party.
And I am gonna cut it there. Sorry for the extremely long wait! dodges trash and heavy objects thrown her way really I am! Real Life calls, ya know? I also beg forgiveness for any grammatical/spelling errors in this chapter. It's about 3am now and I think I caught everything with spell check, but (sadly) I don't really have time to give it a very thorough scan for such things. This is my hobby. Lame excuse but its what I've got. Well that and I've been playing Hero again. (and because of the last TT ep, my one friend refuses to play with my Raven. She claims "she won't be blamed for my Apocalypse" heh.
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