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Epilouge

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They rode back in comfortable silence. The R-Cycle was packed up in the back of the T-Car, and neither were looking foreword to to their greeting when they returned home. Raven would probably be hailed as the conquering hero, and Robin, while not being named a traitor, would likely be avoided for a while. They sighed simultaniously, and glanced happily at eachother. The horrible events did have one good outcome though. They'd finally been able to open up to one another.

Robin was the first to break the silence. "Raven. You know- I- we. What I'm trying to say is that you or Starfire, or both of you could be- I mean- I-." He stumbled over his words and blushed furiously. "You can jump in any time you know." He looked over at her for a moment. Her black hair was tangled and dirty. A nice bruise was purpleing above her left eye, and her clothes were torn. She was also sitting in the way that told of a sore spot on her lower back. She offered him a small smile, but remained mute. He turned his eyes back to the road. Decideing to get it over with, he spoke again. "I'm afraid one of you might be...pregnant."

She shifted in her seat and let her elbow rest on the door, placing her head in her hand. "I've been thinking the same thing." She gave no further input into the conversation, letting the topic drop.

They drove the rest of the way in loving warmth tainted with fear.

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When they finally reached the tower they were greeted only by Cyborg. He grinned broadly and grabbed them both in a huge bear hug. "I'm so glad to see you both ok! I was really scared there for a moment." He let them go, and they gasped for air. "Now before you say anything, I gotta tell you something. We know it wasn't you Robin. And I been talking to the others, and they aren't bitter or anything. We don't hate'cha man." He clapped Robin on the shoulder, causing his knees to buckle. "Now you two are going to bed right now. And I don't wanna hear a peep out of you until at least noon tomorrow." He ushered them up to their rooms, acting as temporary-unofficial-nanny.

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There was a quite tap on the door, followed by a muted voice. "Hey Robin. Wake up man. I got some good news for ya."

The Boy Wonder drug himself out of bed and opened the door with a touch. It slid open, and Cyborg entered. "What news?" He yawned and scratched his head, eyes only half open.

"Dude I know what's been worrying you for the last couple days. You were all mopey and giving the girls those sideways looks, like you expected them to explode. Anyway. Don't give me that look. Of course I know what happened." The boy in question straightened, and gave Cyborg a guilty stare, but he didn't know what to say. Luckily, that aspect of the conversation was already being covered by someone else. "Do you think I'm a complete moron? Even BeastBoy knows man." He handed Robin a sheet of paper, and he stared at it, not comprehending. "I did some tests, and these are the results."

That didn't seem to help. "What tests? It can't be long enough to tell if they're-" Cyborg waved him to be quite.

"No no. That'll be in like two more weeks. What these say is that Starfire can't be pregnant, atleast not with you'r child. Tamaranians and humans aren't compatible." He smiled slightly at the relived look on his friends face. But he carried on. "Now I don't know about Raven, cuz she might be, but that's one less thing for you to worry about."

Robin nodded slowly. "I..yeah...thanks." He pushed Cyborg out of his room, then folded up the paper and put in in the drawer in his bedside table. One less thing. Sure.

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Robin paced outside the bathroom. He had been waiting for over ten minutes now, but he wasn't sure how long the test would take. His tightly wound emotions were near to snapping when the door finally opened. Raven stepped out into the dim light. Her hood was up, and she swayed ever so slightly. He put a reasureing hand on her shoulder, and tryed to meet her eyes.

"What is it?" His voice was tight, and his mouth dryer than it had ever been.

She took a deep breath, and let it out. "It's..." He clung to her words, not sure what he was hopeing she'd say. "It's negative." She stood a little taller. "I'm not pregnant." She was crying silently.

He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her to his chest, where she trembled. "Isn't this what we wanted?" He asked to noone inparticualr. "You're to young to have a baby, and it would be in so much danger." She nodded, and he felt the wet heat of tears sink through his shirt. "This is what we wanted. This is...how it should be..."

They clung to eachother, filled with a deep longing for something they never had. They had been so afraid of having a baby, that they'd excepted that it would happen. Now that was gone, neither knew what they were crying for. They couldn't have brought a baby into this world.

No. This was best. It was.

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Authors Note: I had to add an Epilouge. I couldn't leave you with so many unanswered questions. Yeah, a sequel could anwer them, but then I'd have to deal with one of the conflicts I'd left open. I thought about it, and decided that this was the best move. Sorry. So no sequel. I lied.

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