Chapter 7 – Tamaranian Awakened

Cyborg came into sickbay to check up on Robin when Starfire groaned and held her head in her hands. "Ow…"

"Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty. You took quite a hit on the R-Cycle." He held a scanning unit over her head. "Hm. Looks like you'll have to rest for the next few weeks. That means no combat. You're staying here in the tower."

"Cyborg, where is Robin?"

He jerked a thumb at the Boy Wonder's bed. "Over there."

"How is he feeling?"

"Not good. You two ran into a truck. He took most of the hit, and he's hurt a lot more than you are."

"Where were we going?"

Cyborg tapped a few buttons on the communicator screen embedded in his forearm. "You had been coming from the hills west of here."

She persisted, "What were we doing there?"

"Don't ask me, I wasn't there." Cyborg's façade quickly showed concern. He pressed a few more buttons on the screen, and said, "Raven, this is Cy. Star's awake, but she can't remember a thing from the ride…Cyborg out."

A black circle appeared from the floor, and the cloaked mystic rose from this to appear in the room. "That's symptomatic of a concussion," reported Raven. She turned to Robin's bed. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better…but my shoulder really hurts."

"Leave it alone," she advised. "You've got a separated shoulder, among other things. Your broken hip should be healed in a week, and you'll be able to walk then, but no combat. What were you doing west of town anyway?"

Robin looked away for a moment. There was an awkward silence, which Cyborg broke. "Starfire can't remember a thing."

"We were gazing at the stars…Starfire kissed me. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me…we had a wonderful time together. I think she fell asleep."

Raven grinned at Cyborg, who, a month earlier, had made a bet with Beast Boy on when Robin and Starfire would start going steady. The big man had to do the joker's laundry for the next two months. Raven took Cyborg from the room, and, making sure they were out of earshot, she said, "Looks like you owe him."

"Aw, man! Do I really have to do BB's laundry?"

The demoness nodded. "Mm-hm. A deal's a deal. Now tell him, or I will."

Cyborg was definitely not pleased. "Fine," he snorted. He tapped at his arm, and said, "BB, remember that bet? You win," he reported grudgingly.

"Sweet!" came the reply. "In your face, Cy!"

The ex-athlete frowned, his displeasure quite obvious. "Don't rub salt in the wound…Cy out."