Welll that took forever. I do apoligize. I had to make this absolutely perfect. lol even right now im not at home . . .im in NY preparing for the new year. Gotta go to my uncles inauguration in NY rite now . . . .so ya lol/

I planned to have this out around xmas . .. lol. But this is the closest its gonna get! And to make things better, I added a sneak preview of the next chapter for you.

So read, rate, and review please! Lol thanks.

In the valley of the poppies, it all seemed too quiet and sad. The wind blew across them, showing flakes of red that seemed to dance. Yet it carried no snow, and no hope of life. The waves of red amost signified the pain and sorrow that one miserable Titan shared.

Upon a rock above the changeling was Cyborg, his head rested in his hands heavily. He was downhearted and alone, simply sad an miserable. His best friend was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. He sat quiet, sometimes looking up to stare at his lifeless body, but quickly turned away. It was all too much to bear, and all too much to comprehend.

"BB . . . if you had only listened . .. if I had only stopped you . .. " He shook his head and clenched his fists, trying to use all his force to stop the tears from cascading. He faced the ground in horror, and just let his thoughts of blame flow miserably through him.

What else could i have done?

What else could i do?

After a couple more seconds of self-grieving, He decided that there was only one thing he could do at this point. It would probably be one of the hardest things he'd hafve to do in a long while.

Slowly he opened the yellow communicator, and dialed a number on the LCD. With each pressure he tried to turn back but knew he could not. At last he dialed the final number, looking down at the ground in self pity. Instantly a face appeared on the screen, looking sullen and serious, ready for action.

"Cyborg. Whats the latest?" Cyborg tried to crack a smile, but it was hard. Robin always tried to sound so professional . . . so important.

"uh . . . just seein whats up, that's all." Robin looked at his parter strangely, knowing him almost too well.

"Well . . . I'm not in Kansas anymore." Cyborg chuckled at the lame joke attempt.

"Nice one, Robin. But speak English."

"Truth be told . . . I don't know where I am. I'm in the middle of a forest or field or . . . something."

"I see." Cyborg said. "whats with the getup?"

"Again . .. no idea.All I know is that Kitten's behind this. She was 'Wendy'. And a terribly Wendy at that."

"MAN, talk about a bad combination."

"You can say that again. She chased me all around the house just to try and kiss me. That girl's crazy." The two exchanged an awkward silence, glancing at one another. Cyborg just couldn't look into that mask . .into those eyes. They scared him.

"Say . . . wheres Beast Boy?" Cyborg flinched at the thought, and looked away, looking at Beast Boy one more time before he had to break the news. He looked back at the tiny screen, the eyes of Robin worried..

"He's gone, Robin."

"Gone . .where?" Robin's face looked worried, almost too afraid to ask.

"He's just . ..gone. Forever. And he's . . .not coming back." Robin finally took the hint, and looked at his friend in sadness.

"Cyborg . . . I'm sorry. Really, I am. He was my friend too."

"Yeah, I know." Two more silent minutes passed, like a clock ticking slowly.

"What went wrong?"

"He ran into the poppies . .. he never read the book. He fell asleep. And the snow never came."

"The snow never came? Cyborg . . that's not right."

"No DUH it aint." He said in anger, and looked away. Robin looked at him with sympathy as tears ran through Cyborg's eyes and rusted onto his cheek.

"The only thing you can do right now is look for kitten. The sooner we find her, the sooner we bring Beast Boy back. And the little dog too." Another lame joke. Cyborg closed the communicator and terminated the transmission, throwing it onto the ground. He paused for a breif moment, unable to move. The thoughts rumbles in his mind, over and over. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he knew exactly what he had to do.

He went over to Beast Boy's body, and slowly lifted him over his shoulder. He undid the apron on Beast Boy's skirt, and wrapped Toto in it slowly. He tied it to his chin, like a small hammock. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then began to move his legs into the direction of the Emerald City.

Kitten would pay. Oh she would pay dearly.

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Robin watched the communicator fuzz and crackle, closing it slowly. He shook his head, thinking over the tragic death of Beast Boy. How could Kitten do something like that? How? Robin could only watch as she destroyed his whole world around him, crushing his hopes and dreams. It was like there was nothing else he could do but watch.

It was all done against his will.

"First Starfire and now Beast Boy. . . " He said to himself. "Cyborg will be next. Right now . .. all I can do is walk." He picked up his cape and slowly draped it over his shoulder as he began to start out into the forest, following the Moss to the north and onward.

"Oh hello little Grumnark! Do you wish to help me clean?" She giggled at a tiny baby deer, and patted its small head. She opened her eyes and proceeded to stare at the wonder of the forest. It wasn't so bad here after all. She missed her friends dearly, but it was absolutely beautiful.

She hurried inside, and grabbed a broom from the corner of the room. She knew the earlthy standards well enough to know how to sweep. She whisked it right and whisked it left until the dust had departed the area and moved to another location. She watched as the animals leapt and skipped into the house gingerly, licking the dirty bowls clean and using their tails to dust the plates and knickknacks.

It was so pleaeant inside that she began to hum and sing along with the other animals. She smiled and began to whistle to the tune of the forest.

Unfortunately, Tamranian whistling is quite different from Human whistling.

"HAYHAAAAAHOOOOOHYAAAHOOOOOOAAAAAAAA!"She screamed at the top of her lungs. The animals jumped up from surprise and scattered from the little home before she could sing another tune. Of course you can only imagine Starfire's surprise to open her eyes and see no one there to greet her.

But the house was clean. And that was a good thing.