Yeah, it's been a few days since I updated. Sorry about that, but at least I'm here now, right? This chapter was the hardest so far to get right—just yesterday I rewrote the whole second half. And I swear, this chapter should make you hate me for not updating quickly a little less—check out the title. It's called Waking. Who wants to put money on what that means?

Also, to the people who were like "What…Terra?"-- There's a little bit of explanation for that in this chapter. It's still not fully resolved, but we'll get there.

Okay, and I'm sure most of you won't even bother to read this…but the End part 1 was amazing! I was like…NO I REFUSE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS! PLAY THE SECOND PART NOW FOOLS! Of course, I read the episode discussions after the lucky Canadian people got to see the episodes last month, so I already know what happens, but still, that's not the same as seeing it. And…man, that was just awesome.

Anyway, another interesting note. I was watching one of those 20/20 or Dateline or one of those other shows were they talk about one person for the entire show, and there was this guy on it that cut his own arm off. Normally I would have run away from the TV hugging my arms, because I'm psycho about that kind of stuff, but it honor of this story and cutting off Beast Boy's arm I made myself watch it. And it was creepy. The guy…cut his own arm off! Like, he had to or he would have died, and he's like, totally brave and all that stuff, but…he cut his own arm off! I could never do that—I can only do it to fictional characters. But still…arms...

Alright, I'm done creeping myself out, so here are review responses.

lovex3spell – I know, I'm evil—I just can't help it, for some reason this kind of stuff is what I'm good at writing. And thank you so much for the comment about keeping in character. I work really hard to do that right, and sometimes it's really hard. Right now Raven's the hardest to do, because I'm trying to keep her as unemotional as possible, but at the same time she's in a situation where she has to have some emotion—it'd be impossible not to. Thanks for yet another "Make-Cop-Feel-Happy review", and I hope you like this chapter, too.

Hotaru – Your favorite? Wow, I'm honored. And feedback is very important to me; it makes all of this worth it. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Mean Titan – I work really hard to keep the characters in character (wow, that sounds kind of weird). Thanks for the review!

Chibi Scooby – I'm glad you liked the chapter. And I don't think you're crazy—I've been pretty random before, too. Thanks for the review.

Matt-Robinette – I guess you'll just have to see what I have in mind about that. Thanks for the review!

CalliopeMused – Yeah, the arm thing is creepy. Thank you for the great review—I'd been wondering if I was going too fast. I hope you like this chapter, too.

Koriat – I know what you mean—my friend got his tendon sliced through in a motorcycle accident. I felt horrible for him—he's okay now, though, because it was a while ago, but he had surgery and everything (and he still had his foot). Thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

shadow - Thanks for the review, and the compliment. And, here's an update—I hope you like it.

They-Call-Me-Orange – This story sticks with friendship only—I'm not great at writing romance, so I avoid it, unless it's entirely necessary for the plot. Thanks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter.

doc-trigger – That was a long review. And as for the starfish thing, I've realized that would totally work (or at least it should) but for the sake of the plot, and my sanity, because I do not want to rewrite this entire thing, I'm going to pretend that it wouldn't work in this story. Or maybe no one thinks of it. And about the ER thing…that is creepy. If I were you, I'd probably start freaking anytime somebody came near my arms. Of course, I freak out about my arms all the time, so that wouldn't be strange for me. And you're welcome for writing this story, I really think it's the best I've ever written, even though it totally creeps me out, and I'm glad that people enjoy it so much. I was really expecting an angry mob to hunt me down for hurting BB, not have people like…oh, poor BB, but yay, this story is awesome. And this is one of the longest review responses I've ever written, so I guess we're even. I hope you like this chapter!

lilpuppy3 – Thanks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter!

smby tht lvs rk a lttl 2 much – You're name took me a second to figure out, but I've got it now. Anyway, I guess you'll just have to see it he has to quit. Thanks for the review, and I hope you like this chapter!

VyseLegend – Thank you—I see them more as really good friends, so that's how I'm writing this story. Thanks for the review, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

dragoon-bane – No, his arm isn't growing back—that would blow my entire plot to little bitty pieces. Thanks for the review!

Wow, that was totally the most reviews I've gotten on a chapter so far. If they keep increasing like this, at this rate the review responses will be longer than the chapter. But, that'd totally be okay, because reviews make the world go round.

And before I go, the beginning part (the part in italics), is a dream. That should clear things up. So now, for you immense (hopefully) enjoyment, I give you chapter six!

Silver Wing

Chapter Six: Waking

"Terra?"

He was in a long, dark cavern, and he was alone.

"Where are you, Terra?"

No one answered. Frustrated, he kicked a rock and sent it flying down the passage. There was a strange sound as it collided with something soft, something human.

He raced ahead and found her, blonde hair soaking in a pool of blood.

"No," he whispered, dropping to his knees beside her and gathering her up in his arms. Terra's eyes flickered open.

"Beast Boy." Her voice was strained, "I'm…I'm sorry."

"Don't be. This isn't your fault." He pulled her tighter.

"Good…bye…" Terra's ragged breathing stopped, and her broken body went limp.

"No! Terra, don't do this!" He could feel the tears sliding down his face. "Don't leave me, Terra."

But she was already gone. In a flash, the cavern was, too. He found himself in a field, in the rain.

Only this time, he wasn't alone—he was being hunted. He looked down to see himself covered in blood. Blood, he realized grimly, that wasn't Terra's.

The pain hit him next. It was everywhere, like fire burning in his veins. Pain so great that every part of him wanted to explode.

Every part, except for his right arm.

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"You need to get out for a while."

It was day six, and Raven was trying to convince Cyborg to take Robin and Starfire out for the evening.

"What about you?" Cyborg was a little wary of the idea.

"I'm fine here," Raven replied firmly.

"Is this because of Starfire?" Cyborg asked suddenly.

Raven sighed. "Yes, it's partly because of her. Maybe even mostly."

"She's just worried about BB," Cyborg pointed out.

"Well, she can worry about him every five minutes someplace else for a change," Raven countered, agitated. "And besides that, the atmosphere in this tower is too tense, and that makes it almost impossible to meditate. Do you want things to start blowing up?"

"Uhm…no."

"Right," Raven continued. "So you guys just go out for pizza, and get your minds off things, and maybe this place will be somewhat peaceful for a while."

"Alright, you win," Cyborg relented. "You call if something happens, okay?"

"Of course."

Cyborg left the med bay, and within twenty minutes, Raven and Beast Boy were alone in the tower. Raven sat and watched her friend for a few minutes before she started to meditate. There had been no change in his condition for two days now, and although that meant he wasn't getting any worse, Raven wished she could have some definite sign that he was getting better.

With a sigh, Raven levitated next to the bed and began to meditate. It was the first time since the attack that she was actually successful in her meditation, and she felt infinitely more calm and sure of her self, and more in control of her feelings. For the past six days her emotions had been a train wreck, and it felt good to sort things out again. She had been meditating for almost an hour when…

"Raven?"

Raven was shaken from her trance when a small, weak voice called her name. She came to, and was surprised to see her green friend watching her with half-closed and tired eyes. She floated down to her chair.

"Beast Boy." Raven took his left hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "How do you feel?"

"Hurts…to breath…" he murmured.

"Then just rest." Raven's voice was calm and soothing. She still grasped Beast Boy's hand.

"How long have I…?" Beast Boy lost the strength to finish the sentence, and Raven frowned at him slightly. She knew that if it hurt to breath, it hurt even worse to talk.

"Six days," Raven told him, realizing that he had been waiting for an answer.

"I remember…Slade…" Beast Boy's face contorted in pain, and Raven watched him worriedly. "He hit you," Beast Boy finished when the wave had passed.

"I'm fine," Raven assured him, squeezing his hand once more.

"Guess…I'm not." Beast Boy's breaths were becoming more labored, and Raven sensed that he wouldn't be conscious for much longer.

"You will be," Raven promised. "But you need to sleep, to get your strength back."

Beast Boy, too tired now to speak, gave something like a nod, and his eyes slid shut. In a moment he was asleep, or unconscious. Raven released his hand, and stood up. Wary of waking him again, she stood in the hallway to call Cyborg.

"Cyborg." His face appeared on the screen of her communicator.

"Rae." Cyborg's voice was concerned. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," Raven assured him. "Beast Boy was awake—I talked with him."

"What? How is he?" Even on the small screen Raven could tell the Cyborg was turning the T-car around.

"He's in a lot of pain," Raven told him. "Right now he's sleeping, but can we give him something for it, for when he wakes up again?"

"I'll find something as soon as we get home." Cyborg paused, unsure of how to word his next question. "What did he say about…you know, his…?"

"I don't think he knows yet," Raven said, dropping her voice even lower. "He wasn't conscious for long, and I didn't think it would be wise to bring it up."

"Yeah, I guess it wouldn't be," Cyborg answered. "Well, we're almost home now. See you in a bit, Rae."

"See you."

Raven closed her communicator and took her usual place beside Beast Boy's bed. He had come to for a while, and he was healing, and for that Raven was very grateful. Still, a part of her realized that the worst was yet to come.

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"Hello."

Beast Boy's eyes opened slowly, and focused on the figure beside him, the one that had spoken.

"Raven. Hey."

"How are you feeling?" Her eyes were nervous, and Beast Boy could sense her anxiety. He just couldn't sense the reason for it.

"It doesn't hurt so much," he replied, "Not like…whenever I woke up last." It was true, the pain was still there, but greatly diminished.

"That was three nights ago, and Cyborg put you on pain medication," Raven explained. "Apparently it's pretty strong stuff, and you're getting a lot of it."

"What happened to me?" Beast Boy asked suddenly. "It's all fuzzy—it's all there, but I can't put it together."

"What do you remember?'" Raven asked, watching him carefully as he frowned, deep in thought.

"Slade," he whispered finally. "I fought him." He paused again, trying to sort the memories out. "I lost," he added, a little sheepishly. "I can't remember much. I got hurt, but…I'm not sure how."

"You gave us all a scare," Raven confessed. "Things were looking really bad for a while."

Beast Boy didn't say anything—memories of the fight were suddenly flooding back to him.

"A sword," he murmured. "He had a sword." He felt the bandages covering what had been a deep slash in his left side. He'd been cut, but that wasn't all. One memory stood out more clearly than the others. His right arm had been pinned, and after the sword came down, after the terrible pain, it wasn't anymore. He hadn't understood why then, but he was beginning to now. He tried to clench his fingers into a fist, but he couldn't make them move. Beast Boy shut his eyes tightly, fighting off nausea.

Raven noticed the terrified look on her friend's face. "Beast Boy?" she asked quietly. With a start, she understood what he had finally begun to realize.

"How bad is it?" he whispered, eyes still clamped shut.

"You have to see it," she answered. Her voice was quivering, and that frightened Beast Boy even more. He didn't want to see it, and be forced to realize what a part of him already knew. But he sat up anyway, slowly and carefully, and opened his eyes.

As the blanket fell away, his mind numbly registered the wound. He stared in shock at what was left of his arm, still wrapped in white bandages.

"Raven," he said, his voice trembling, "my arm is gone."

She looked at him sadly. "Beast Boy…" she began, but she couldn't make herself speak.

"That's why I got loose," he said, almost to himself. "He cut my arm off."

"Are you okay?" Raven asked quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My arm's just gone." Beast Boy was nearly shouting now, and bordering on hysteria. He winced as pain shot through his chest.

"Calm down, you'll hurt yourself." Raven gently, yet forcefully, pushed him back down. "You broke almost all of your ribs."

"I still have all of those, don't I?"

"Yes." Raven sighed. "I guess it was a stupid question.

Beast Boy didn't answer—he was finding it hard enough to comprehend what was going on, let alone talk about it. His arm was gone. How in the world could he be on a crime fighting team with one arm? Besides that, his arm was gone. And anyway—his arm was gone. The thought kept spinning around and around in his head, refusing to go away.

With a start he realized that Raven had been talking to him, and he was snapped back into reality.

"…and we almost lost you," Raven was saying. "You were sick for a long time, and for the past few days I think you were just asleep. But you scared us all, Beast Boy. I'm just glad that you're still here, and awake again." She stopped suddenly, almost surprised that she'd voiced that many of her thoughts out loud. It didn't seem to matter, though—Beast Boy wasn't paying that much attention.

Cyborg suddenly poked his head in the door, a bowl of soup in his hands.

"I don't know why you finally decided to eat something, Rae, but you'd better do it fast, because you're going to bed even if I have to drag you to your-"

"Uhm…Cyborg?" Raven interrupted. Cyborg noticed Beast Boy, awake and partially sitting up. By the shocked look on his face, and the deep frown on Raven's, Cyborg guess that Beast Boy had noticed his wounds.

"Hey BB," he said, trying to sound casual. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm not sure," Beast Boy answered, looking up at his friend. "Tired, I guess."

"Then you should sleep," Raven decided. "You need to get your strength back. But you should eat something first." She motioned to the bowl in Cyborg's hands.

"Soup?" Beast Boy asked skeptically, temporarily snapping out of his shocked state.

"It's vegetarian vegetable. You'll like it," she said, standing up. She turned to Cyborg. "Make sure he eats. I need to meditate."

Cyborg took Raven's spot as she left without another word.

"I'm not hungry." Beast Boy was eyeing the soup bowl warily.

"You haven't eaten in a week," Cyborg argued.

"So why do I have to now?"

"Because you almost bled to death, and you're not better yet," Cyborg said with a sigh. "And if I don't do what Raven says, she'll zap me. That girl's been so protective of you I had to talk her into letting Star and Robin come see you. And when they did, Rae almost blew Star's head off, because she tried to sing you some Tamaranian folk song to make your…" He trailed off suddenly, as if he'd spoken too much. Beast Boy had already gotten the message.

"Make my arm grow back?" Beast Boy asked bitterly. "Yeah, too bad that wouldn't work."

"Apparently she though it would," Cyborg said, watching Beast Boy's face carefully. "Are you okay?"

"No."

Neither one spoke for several minutes. Finally, Cyborg decided to speak up. "Maybe you should eat the soup now," Cyborg suggested timidly.

"Fine," Beast Boy sighed, not bothering to argue any more.

Raven had waited outside and listened to the entire exchange. With a bit of dread she realized that her fears were confirmed—the worst was yet to come.

TBC

Yay, vegetarian vegetable soup! I love that stuff—I'm a vegetarian (but not a vegan, BB's got me there). And you guys have to forgive me for the arm thing a little bit now—he's awake, so…woot! But, argh…such a hard chapter to write. I redid his reaction so many times. I hope it turned out okay. I'm working on editing chapter seven right now, so hopefully it'll be up in a few days. Please review!

Child of a Pineapple