"What you gonna do then Sparx?" The voice suddenly asked, a smug tone evident. "He's obviously damaged, can't you see? Go and help him like the goody goody you are. Oh no, wait. You busted his car, didn't you? So that means that you're an enemy to the Titans. They probably think you're a criminal by now, they're probably searching for you..."
"Will you just shut up?" Sparx asked, kneeling down beside the lifeless Cyborg, and inspecting him. Removing the green bag from her back, she quickly unzipped it and rooted around inside the material for the item she was looking for. Chewing her lower lip, her eyes lit up as she found the item she had been searching for- a small device that resembled a stapler. Narrowing her eyes, the girl focused for several milliseconds before a small yellow light appeared at the end of the gadget. It made a strange whirring noise as the power from her body seeped in to it, activating the battery cells. Holding it out at arm's length, Sparx started from Cyborg's head and moved it over him, scanning the body to see what exactly the problem was. "Right..." She muttered, upon completing the examination.
"So, what's up with..."
"There's obviously been a heavy impact on the main circuits, therefore crushing them in the process. This means that there isn't any flow being transmitted to the moving limbs, and his battery has somehow been dislodged. I'm gonna try and sort the battery out, then give him a temporary-" She was interrupted by a furious beeping from the scanner. Glancing at it, she nodded. "His back-up system is running now," she informed, "so this means I only need to make a few adjustments..." Busying herself, the girl withdrew another gadget from her back pack, this one a screw driver. After a few tricky moments, she was able to access one of the circuits in the left shoulder. After peering closely at the complicated network of frayed wires, Sparx looked up, and scanned the area, searching for a piece of small, thin metal that would suit her needs. She spied a thin sheet of metal lying a few yards of where she was positioned, and suddenly, flung the other arm out, and attracted it, so that it glided through the air and landed in her outstretched limb. Expertly sectioning it, she held it up to one part of the broken wires, and using her powers in a similar way to the process of electrolysis, tore off a small piece, no bigger than her little fingernail. Leaning in, and using the heat generated from the electricity in her body, soldered the wire to the next, connecting it. She repeated this process on the rest of the broken wires, and then moved on to the right shoulder, and the ball and socket joints at the hips. After several minutes had passed, and the metal sheet was reduced to a quarter of its original size, she was finally finished. Well, with that part anyway.
"Cyborg's communicator is down, we've established that," Robin's voice sounded from Starfire's own gadget; "and we've had no luck finding Overload," he added. "It's as if he suddenly disappeared completely, there's been no news of his prescence anywhere else."
"I contacted several of the other dimensions, and he hasn't passed through any of them," Raven informed the group, "so he must still be here, somewhere. Did you two run into the girl again?"
"I have a feeling that if we find Cyborg, we find her," Beast Boy suddenly piped up. "I mean, c'mon, she blew up the car, she electrocuted him... what's to say that she didn't send Overload to finish the job, and then went after Cyborg herself?"
"I must admit, there was something strange about her aura," Raven mumbled to herself, low enough so that only Robin could hear. "There is something dark about her, but I don't know what. If she turns out to be innocent, we still better watch our backs..."
Robin nodded. "Be on your guard you two," he muttered, wiping the sweat from his brow. The sun was getting more intense with each passing hour- it was now at its most fiercest and dangerous, and they would have to be careful now. Starfire nodded, and quickly closed her communicator.
"Are there anymore places to look?" She asked Beast Boy, who was leaning against the wall, arms folded.
"The sewers, the junkyard..." He listed, not looking at her.
"Friend, are you alright? You do not seem in your usual..."
"C'mon, let's go. We'll search the junk yard first. I don't think that Cyborg would've fallen down a man hole," the male grumbled, slowly shifting into the form of a wolf, and padding off. He halted in his tracks, and stared at her with piercing emerald eyes. Stafire rose effortlessly off of the sticky tar, and hovered in the air, waiting for her companion to go. Snorting, the changeling darted off, his thick coat causing a few problems- it was designed for winter, not summer, but he did not want to change. This was the best form for tracking Cyborg's metallic scent, though it was very faint. Beast Boy could also smell another, this one quite fragrant, though there was a sharp tingling sensation in his nose after a few seconds. Shaking his head and twitching his nostrils, he carried on.
Sparx stretched, a little drowsy from her efforts, but nearly finished with the repairs. All of the wires were connected now, all the panels were in their places- all she needed to do now was to give him a jumpstart, and then the job would be complete. She had no idea as to what she would do after he woke up, and pondered this as she replaced the gadgets back into the bag.
"Are you done yet?"
"Very nearly," Sparx informed, carefully tugging the small shape on Cyborg's torso. It came off easily, as if it hadn't been welded there at all. She now had access to the place where she would give him the reboot. Slipping one glove off of her hand, she placed one finger in the gap, and focused. Sparx transmitted a surge of energy to that little battery, enough to awaken him within a minute of the power flowing through him. Quickly, for she only had a few seconds, she tore of a final piece of metal, and soldered the panel back on, before standing up and staring at him. A faint bleed preceeded the red light of his robotic eye flickering. The girl clenched her fists, unsure of what to do.
"Guh... damn Overload..." Cyborg murmured, stirring. "Gonna make him..."
His human eye snapped open, the jet black pupil focusing on Sparx. He shook his head slowly, to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, and sat up, planting both optics on her. "What are you doing here?" He demanded, glaring at her.
"Um, you fell from the sky... you were damaged, so..."
"You trashed my baby! Now we're stuck walking everywhere! Now I've got to make a new one!" The male yelled at her, Sparx's lip trembling as he grew angrier and angrier.
"But, I didn't mean..."
"Cyborg!" Starfire's cheerful voice sounded, as she and Beast Boy skittered around the corner, almost crashing into a washing machine. Upon seeing his friend, Beast Boy resumed his normal form. Sparx looked timidly at the two newcomers, her heart pounding in her chest as they turned their heads to gaze at her.
"This is the girl who ruined the car?" Starfire asked in disbelief. "But, she is so small..."
"Better call Robin," Cyborg muttered, getting up to his feet and brushing the dust off of him. "Hey... I feel weird..." He paused for a moment, and then explained. "I feel... more energetic--"
"Cyborg?" The leader asked. "Are you okay?" His face appeared on the screen built into the half-robot's left arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine man." Cyborg said bluntly, before looking over his shoulder at Beast Boy and Starfire. "What you two doing?" He queried, looking at their blank faces.
"Dude, we turned our backs for one second..." Beast Boy groaned, "and then..."
"She has disappeared, yet again," Starfire cried sadly, "oh, we are such terrible people, letting her slip away..."
Robin let out an exasperated sigh, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Beast Boy.
"What're they?" He asked, indicating to two objects on the ground. The changeling moved over to inspect them, and picked them up. In one hand he held a green back pack, in the other, a black andyellow glove.