Chapter ten. This is sort of a pointless little chapter that really has only one purpose, which will become quite obvious toward the end. I really like this chapter though, and am proud of myself for updating so fast. Oh, and some of you may start fretting after reading this chapter because of a certain… changing of the tables, let's say. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

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It wasn't long before the snickering started. Beast Boy stood in front of a small window on the ship that the Hive Five had… rescued him in? Had they really rescued him? In a way, yes, but that didn't seem an accurate description. He stood, looking out over the city at the lights that shined below him, all in shades of yellow and orange, punctuated every so often with the scream of a pink neon light, when all of a sudden, someone let out a giggle.

At first, Beast Boy ignored it. He was among enemies, and had no idea of their ways. But soon there was no way he could block it out. He turned and found Gizmo trying to hold his laughter in.

"What?" Beast Boy asked, annoyed. Gizmo looked around at the other Hive members, who were all smiling as well, and then turned back to Beast Boy.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Gizmo said, "it's just that you have a real nice ass!" With that, Gizmo and the other Hive members fell apart with laughter. Beast Boy blushed and reached back, holding the back of his hospital gown closed.

"This fucking blows," Beast Boy mumbled, and that only made them laugh harder.

"Don't worry, Beast Boy." Jinx was sitting somewhere off to the left from where he had been standing, looking out the window. He looked over to her and saw that she had been the only person on the small ship, besides Beast Boy of course, who had not been laughing. However, her face was sporting a trademark smirk. She stood and walked toward the front of the ship, as she passed him by, she said, "you do have a nice ass."

The ship ride was a short one, and they were soon at The Hive's base. Everyone rushed off the ship, glad to be back home. Beast Boy was already starting to miss his home. They all had their own rooms to go to, and Beast Boy felt strange and out of place. What was he going to do now that he was here? Was he going to become a member of The Hive? Why exactly did Slade want him here? And when did he get the cure that he was promised?

"You're injured." Jinx stepped out of nowhere and scared the shit out of Beast Boy. He jumped and Jinx smirked again.

"Wh… what?"

"You're injured. I can tell. Follow me."

Beast Boy did as he was asked and followed Jinx deep into the core of The Hive. It was really weird being here. He felt like he was seeing something that he wasn't supposed to. They passed Billy Numerous, then Mammoth, then Gizmo as they walked. Each acted just as they had on the ship, as if Beast Boy was nothing of incredible importance. They acted as if they hadn't been locked in battles many times before.

"I suppose we should get you into some normal clothes," Jinx said. She walked into a room and held the door open for her guest.

"Such a gentleman," he said sarcastically, but not rudely, he might as well not make this situation any more complicated.

"This is Billy's Room," Jinx told him, "I think his clothes will fit you. I'll be back to get you in a few minutes." She smirked again and then disappeared out the door the two had come in through.

"Fantastic," Beast Boy said, "I may or may not have committed multiple murders, I'm being hunted by my former teammates, I'm consorting with my former enemies, and now I have to wear someone else's clothes, could this get any worse?"

Jinx returned several minutes later just as she said she would right as Beast Boy was tying his new shoes. It really wasn't as bad as he thought it would be; Numerous actually had some decent street clothes. Beast Boy had settled on a black t-shirt and some dark blue jeans, and had even found a pair of skater shoes.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jinx asked, standing at the door. Beast Boy shook his head.

"You never feel pretty when you're wearing someone else's underwear." Jinx laughed and so did Beast Boy. Laughter felt good, it felt normal.

"Come on," Jinx said, motioning him back into the hall, "I'll get you fixed up."

"In here," Jinx instructed, waving Beast Boy into a room marked with a red cross a few minutes later. He stepped past her and into The Hive's infirmary. It was nothing like the room he had been occupying in Titan's Tower only an hour ago (had it really only been that long? It seemed like a million years had passed since he had left the comfort of his home). It was quite a bit smaller than the one at Titan's Tower, and much darker, but was not lacking in medical supplies, that was for sure. In fact, some of the machines hidden off in the dark corners of the room almost seemed menacing, as if meant to harm rather than to heal.

Jinx stepped in behind the now former Titan and shut the door behind her. She walked by him and up to an examining table covered in something like parchment paper that sat towards the center of the room. She patted it and looked over at Beast Boy, "hop up," she said, smiling. He nodded and moved toward her, jumping up onto the table, wincing as he landed. His legs swung absentmindedly forward then back, hitting the table with a soft thud.

Beast Boy nervously fidgeted with the hem of the shirt he had been given and the parchment paper that lined the table he was sitting on while Jinx hovered around him. She made him nervous for some reason. It may have been that the two of them had done battle so many times, but Beast Boy felt that it was something else. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, like she was trying to see all of him with those scorching eyes. It felt like she was trying to take him all in and know everything about him, all with her stare.

"Where does it hurt?" Jinx asked, almost in a whisper, from somewhere over Beast Boy's shoulder. He had almost jumped at the sound of her voice.

"My side," he said, reaching across his body toward his left side with his right hand, placing it on his ribs. Smaller hands than his were suddenly at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up gently. He raised his arms and let the garment be slid off of his body. Jinx stepped around to stand in front of him, placing his shirt on the table beside him. She leaned forward and studied the skin over his left ribs.

"The skin in this area looks bruised," she said, nodding as if she had expected it. Beast Boy looked down toward the area and indeed, a bruise, black on his skin, had spread across the area he had fallen on during his escape. "Be prepared for some pain," she said, happily, as if she had just told him to have a nice day. She looked up and smirked at the look of worry that crossed Beast Boy's green face. "Don't worry," she said, "I'll be gentle." He mumbled something and Jinx took it as a sign to continue.

Two thin fingers crept slowly toward dark green skin. They landed softly, eliciting a small hiss of pain. Jinx's fingers were cold and hot and tingly all at once. They probed gently, running along his side, sending a shiver down his back. Jinx felt the shiver and smiled, not looking up at her patient. Her entire hand joined her fingers, and she smoothed them up higher, feeling for anything broken.

Beast Boy would wince every so often as Jinx pushed a little harder in certain areas, but she had been true to her word and was being incredibly gentle. After a while of probing and Beast Boy's shivering, her fingers stopped moving. Her hand felt heavy and warm on his side. She tilted her head up and met his eyes. It wasn't as hard to meet her stare as it was to meet Raven's. There was a buzz between them and Beast Boy found that he wasn't able to look away.

"I… think… um…" Jinx shook her head and then seemed to find her voice. "I doubt any ribs are broken," she said, "but some of them are most likely bruised."

"Alright," Beast Boy said, smiling gently at the bad luck witch. He was a bit wary of her intentions at first, but she seemed genuinely concerned for him and he was grateful. "What's the remedy?" He asked. He was finding that it was getting easier to talk to Jinx, at least much easier than with the other member of The Hive.

"I'm going to bind your ribs," she said, opening a supply drawer that slid out from the table Beast Boy was sitting on and retrieving some supplies.

"I though they didn't do that anymore," he told her, and she nodded.

"Not for broken ribs, no, it doesn't really do anything," she said, "but since yours are only bruised, the pressure from the binding will help with the pain, I don't have any painkillers to give you." She uncoiled a long line of what looked like thick gauze and sliced off a piece with a pair of medical scissors. "Lift 'em up," she said, and Beast Boy raised his arms in compliance, placing his hands on top of his head. "Uh, sorry if it smells," Beast Boy chuckled slightly, "it's been awhile since I've had a shower."

"I live with all boys," Jinx said, "and I assure you that you smell better than all of them combined." Jinx paused for a moment, perhaps realizing that she had, in some small way, paid him the second compliment of the day, no matter how small or strange, and then set to work.

She carefully placed the beginning of the bandage on the skin at the center of his chest and then wrapped it around to his back. She reached around him, as if giving him a hug, and grabbed the bandage with her other hand, bringing it back around to his front. She repeated this several time, and whenever she leaned forward to grab the other end of the bandage behind him, Beast Boy's nose would catch a stray breeze of her scent. It was incredible and unique. She smelled of jasmine, with a hint of something peppery like patchouli.

Jinx looked up at Beast Boy and saw him smiling goofily down at her while she worked. He looked like he was caught in the middle of a day dream. "What?" She asked, blushing slightly and looking away.

"Nothing," he said softly, slowly, sexily. Jinx went back to work and within a moment she had Beast Boy wrapped from the bottom of his ribs and up about six inches.

"Are you ready?" She asked out of nowhere, and BB looked at her confusedly.

"For…?" He asked. Jinx smirked.

"This." The bad luck witch yanked hard on the bandages, and Beast Boy gritted his teeth, grunting in pain. "Sorry about that," she told him, fastening the end of the bandage with metal clasps. "The bandages have to be tight." Beast Boy let out a pained breath slowly. "Walk around, try 'em out," she said.

Beast Boy pushed himself off the table and landed on the hard cement floor, expecting the shock to go up his body and elicit pain from his ribs, but to his surprise, their was hardly any at all. The bandages wrapped around him kept the pain at a minimum, and he only felt a dull ache every so often.

"It's perfect," he said, stepping up to Jinx. She smiled at him and he smiled back. He could hear her breathing in then out, in then out, in then out. It seemed they were getting slowly closer, pulled together by some magnetic force. Beast Boy could feel the warmth of her body falling into his own. "Thanks a lot, Jinx," he said. She smiled softly and, like all the times before, it was closer to a smirk.

She began to reach her hand, the same one that had gently probed his side, up his body. He looked down at it, watching as it slowly, very slowly, so slowly, stopped over his chest. He looked back up to her face and didn't even see the thing that happened next coming. Jinx's hand shot forward and tweaked his nipple. Hard. He yelped and jumped back and his ribs gave a powerful throb of pain, which caused him to yelp again.

"What the fuck!" He yelled. Jinx was laughing so hard that she had to steady herself against the same table she had wrapped Beast Boy's ribs on. For some reason, her laughter made Beast Boy laugh, even though his nipple and ribs hurt. What she had done had been so childish, especially in such a serious moment. It had been weird, silly, unexpected, in fewer words, it had been Beast Boy. That's something he would have done to Robin or Aqualad or Speedy if one of them had started getting all mushy and thanking Beast Boy for something he had done. (Cyborg and Raven and Starfire were all immune to this particular joke for obvious reasons. Cyborg had no nipples, and if Beast Boy had tried it on one of the girls, he would be dead before he hit the ground).

"I'm sorry, Beast Boy," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "but I had to do it." She grabbed his shirt from off the table and threw it to him, "put your shirt on."