CONSUMER WARNING: This chapter contains images that are not suitable for BB/Rae, BB/Star, BB/Rob or all you lovely Cy/BB shippers...The drawings in this chapter might drive you to do something crazy...No, really it's nothing too big. Just to give you all a fair warning and to use this cool bold font.

Sunlight streamed gently into the room through the open window casting light along the thin layer of junk that was covering the floor and eventually leading up to the bunk bed. The green shape-shifter, however, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that a new day had dawned for his eyes were firmly closed, a cross between a frown and a smirk upon his lips. Terra's diary lay in the crook of his arm and upon his chest and underneath one hand was a photograph of the two of them, Terra and Beast Boy.

The changeling, though, was lost deep in sleep mingling with a dream-like state at the moment. The dream he had been having involving the colorful fruit seemed to vanish before his dream counterpart's eyes to be replaced with a semi-familiar scene.

Emerald eyes scanned the area cautiously, hands folded lazily behind his head. "I am SO not in Titans Tower anymore," Beast Boy groaned reaching for his communicator to contact the others, but found it was missing. He shrugged it off and let his arm hang limply at his side, now biting his lower lip.

"Dude, this place…it's…" He had been here before in one of many past missions. This one, though, stuck fresh in his mind from reading about it and reliving it in his brain more then a few times over the last week. This was the diamond mine the Titans had tried to protect during that first assignment with Terra, the one where she had first met Slade. "Why am I here?" Beast Boy murmured, kicking a nearby rock. "Of all places?"

"The same reason I'm here." At the sound of the irritatingly familiar voice the shape-shifter whipped around, eyes closed in an effort to keep the pent up emotion inside him.

"Look, Slade, I don't need you screwing with my life anymore!" Unconsciously Beast Boy let one eye break open to a squint and his jaw dropped slightly at what he saw. "T-terra…"

Indeed the blonde geomancer was standing across from him, arms wrapped around her frail frame and eyes averted from the changeling. "I told you that's not-" Terra gritted her teeth as if fighting with herself for a moment or two before her voice faded back to its normal state, softer then it normally would have been. "…That's me. I-I'm sorry, B-beast Boy. I…"

The shape-shifter edged forward extended a hand to her but she seemed to recoil. At that, Beast Boy let his arm fall limply to his side again, eyes staring at the ground before he brought his gaze toward Terra again. Well, now she wasn't denying who she was but she was still being weird. "It's okay," his voice was hushed but his tone held his seriousness. "It's okay," he repeated catching her disbelieving stare upon him. "I forgive you."

"…Why?" Terra closed her eyes and bit her lower lip slightly, one arm moving to rub the opposite one. "I did so much to you, Beast Boy. Why would you forgive me?"

The changeling shrugged one shoulder, his answer coming out almost instantaneously. "You're my friend. I would give you my trust again no matter what. Raven says I trust to easy. She says that after what happened I should be more cautious then anybody, but I'm not, not really." Beast Boy took a deep breath before going on. "Even if I didn't get to see your side of the story I would still trust you."

"You read my diary?" Terra's expression was blank and her voice came out in a sort of monotone that would challenge Raven's. She didn't seem mad but at the same time she didn't exactly seem happy about it, either.

"Not quite the reaction I was expecting but…" The shape-shifter sucked in air through his teeth before nodding, his eyes now fixed upon that rock again. "I just wanted to know you, Terra. Once you said 'you don't know anything about me'. I felt like I should know more about you. I was…" Beast Boy paused, eyes closing and head inclined, "The best friend you ever had…"

That sparked something deep within the geomancer's veins resurfacing old memories and emotions. "You're too good for me, Beast Boy," Terra murmured quietly, moving forward and placing a hand upon his shoulder. "Still, that was my diary."

Beast Boy felt a familiar lump in his throat forming. She was so close, she was touching him and it felt right. The shape-shifter let out a heavy sigh, though with it came a sudden burst of affection in the form of a purring sound. Blushing slightly the green teenager cleared his throat jumping to his defense. "Hey, your voice told me to read it. Plus you said if you liked the person you wouldn't kill 'em. So am I dead?" He offered her a smirk, eyes glittering with mischief.

Terra laughed for the first time within the span of a week, a real laugh not one of those fake ones, as he purred. The blonde slowly moved her hand to his cheek, gently stroking it, though paused when hearing his answer. "My voice," the geomancer murmured with a raised eyebrow. "No, you're too cute to be dead."

As she ran her hand over his cheek Beast Boy felt old emotions boiling just beneath his skin. When she stopped, he clenched his throat in an attempt to stop another of his animalistic noises from coming out, but couldn't suppress the whimper. The changeling brought his gloved hand over hers, just managing to get a string of words together. "You're not looking too bad yourself, Terra."

She offered a deep sigh which he echoed. It was almost instinctive when he brought his hand to her cheek, the other behind her head and drew her closer to him. Terra obliged arms already around his neck. The geomancer looked into Beast Boy's eyes for a split second, but on intuition closed her eyes. They were so close, inches apart. He let out a soft moan of longing; the changeling had waited so long for this…

…So a few more minutes wouldn't kill him, right? Just as Terra and Beast Boy had been about to make up for the first kiss Slade had interrupted that fateful night, something broke the pair apart forcefully sending the shape-shifter to the ground. He sprang to his feet, eyes narrowed as he glared around the cavern. "Dude, what gives?"

The 'dude' in question was what Beast Boy had thought would have been one of the H.I.V.E. graduates, but he was mistaken- or at least he thought he was. The guy turned out to be a familiar face, or rather mask. "Strong link," the villain commented with a hint of irritation in his voice. "I can't have you screwing up the plan."

"The plan? What plan?" But Beast Boy could say no more; a disk with the Slade insignia struck him squarely between the eyes sending him into oblivion. When he woke up he had no doubt he'd be either strapped to a table or near dead. The last thing he saw before blacking out was Terra's form collapsing as well. With a groan the shape-shifter's eyes fluttered closed tasting the darkness…

B&P

In the darkened house only silence could be heard for the time being, but it was soon broken by a horse moaning and the thrashing of one Tara Markov. The bedclothes were practically holding her in like a straightjacket, wrapped up around her arms and neck. When the blonde finally managed to jog herself out of her sleep, a sharp pang was issuing through her head. "So close," she grumbled blankly, now free of her restraint and sitting at the edge of her bed, gazing about the small room that was hers.

Dreams like this had been coming for a while now, ones of her in past memories, except normally Beast Boy was absent from the reverie. Tonight was different though. Most notably, her green shape-shifter had made an appearance and even weirder was that she had accepted him again. They had almost…forgiven each other.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed Tara stood arms wrapped around her frame as she, still in her pajamas, ventured out into the rest of the house. She was thirsty and it wasn't like Sebastian would care; he was the headmaster of Murakami School, and had apparently taking a liking to Tara when she had sent in an application. He even managed to twist a few rules about birth certificates in order to keep her in the school, and since she was living with him now no one could say anything about it.

Once in the kitchen Tara flopped onto a barstool and sipped away at a glass of milk, scanning the countertop for that item she needed. "Where's my diary?" She voiced her thought aloud, surprised that she got a response at all.

"Tara, what are you doing up?"

She turned her head a fraction of an inch to the side to catch sight of the graying headmaster Sebastian and forced a dull smile. "Bad dream," she answered shortly, not daring to go into detail of the dream itself. Tara offered a heavy sigh before folding her arms upon the table and resting her chin there.

"What about? Nothing too distracting I hope." Sebastian was stationed directly opposite Tara at the counter bluish eyes hiding some unseen emotion that Tara couldn't quite pinpoint. She shrugged lightly before shaking her head.

"Just your average stuff…"

"…Including the Teen Titans?" Tara inhaled sharply at this particular comment choosing to stay silent for just a millisecond too long. Her eyes were averted from his as he spoke once more. "I know who you are, Terra, probably even more then that shape-shifter does, even with that diary."

"…What do you want?" She hissed through her teeth, ceasing all movement to stare directly into those eyes. Why had she ever trusted this man in the first place? That was a story all its own. "Besides trying to get me to forget everything."

"Oh, you noticed." His voice seemed to shift ever so slightly, now holding more of a harsh tone then his caring and compassionate one. Terra wouldn't know of him because he came after she did in the Titans timeline, but just from his voice she could tell this was not somebody to mess with. "Think of it as mind-control. Apparently your mind is stronger after that encounter with Slade, though. Eventually you broke my memory shield and slowly started reliving it all. Still, though, why did you run from him, the shape-shifter?"

"I…" Terra clenched her teeth before standing, eyes sparking with emotion. "Don't have to tell you anything!" The blonde stood defiantly hands balled into fists at her sides and shaking slightly from anger. This man, whoever he was, had a hand in her revival and then tried to block out her memories. He had convinced her that the Titans wouldn't accept her back again and made her think that a normal life would be better, but now she wasn't so sure. "Who are you?"

"Call me Brother Blood, my dear." He stepped forward, cloak falling to the side. "Back and better then ever." Terra instinctively backed up a foot or two, mouth hanging slightly open. The man she had known must have been a complete lie for this man, this Blood, wasn't completely human. His body was cybernetic, like Cyborg's was, only red. Even his left eye mirrored Cyborg's. But there was something else, something more machine about this Blood that she couldn't quite point out. As the blonde backed up, though, she found herself cornered. Eyes wide she stared blankly at Blood waiting for the hit…

…But it didn't come, not yet. "No matter where you run every step brings you closer…"

"SHUT UP!" Terra felt the power surging beneath her, the power she had denied for so long. Her eyes were flashing gold as were her hands, but the geomancer couldn't handle the sudden burst get out, just what Blood had wanted.

"To him. Slade. He might not have had anything to do with your revival, but now he will use you as bait. The Titans will come, especially that green one…" Blood was taunting her, making her blood boil beneath her skin.

"Shut up," Terra panted, eyes forced closed. This much power release would not be a good thing in the least; if anything, it would bring down the entire building and kill them both. Then why was Blood urging her to let it out?

It didn't matter, though, because the geomancer couldn't hold it in any longer. She clenched her teeth together now shaking with the effort of holding the energy in, but it was no use. The bolt of yellow darted from Terra's body and straight into Blood's chest. He was absorbing her power, her energy for his own. In the release, Terra had let out all the energy she had stored up; there was nothing left. It had taken so much out of her that she had collapsed on the spot, just as Blood had planned.

There was maniacal laughter that faded after a moment or two so Blood could speak. "Such power cannot be contained in one little girl. Such power can be handled only by someone of control and strength. I have done my part and gotten my reward." He moved his bionic wrist to his mouth and contacted the base. "Blood here. Target acquired. Returning to base now." Lifting the unconscious Terra over his shoulder, Blood left the house seemingly unoccupied, but there were lookouts just in case one of those Titans decided to show up here and look around. The clues were set, the trail was simple to follow, and the game of cat and mouse had begun.

B&P

Meanwhile in Titans Tower, Beast Boy had just jolted out of his sleep by falling off the bed. Groaning slightly, the changeling dragged himself to a seated position and gave a wide yawn. He ran a hand through his hair before sighing heavily. "That was so real," he commented not noticing the diary had fallen with him. Now the shape-shifter was staring blankly at the Polaroid of himself and Terra. They had been so happy before…

Again the book seemed to find him. It had landed in his lap somehow, and for a reason unknown to Beast Boy, he opened the book to the torn page and flipped it again, finding an entry that was almost six months later. "Hey, this must be when she came back," he murmured in a hushed voice to himself as he settled himself down to read.

August 19th

I'm back. Somehow. From what I heard from the citizens of Jump City is that Raven's father made a visit while I was gone. Apparently he almost caused the end of the world, but the Titans, Raven, stopped him. I guess he petrified a load of people and when Raven stopped Trigon from destroying the earth everyone was brought back to normal, me included. I don't know what Raven would say if she knew she brought me back to life. Actually, I have no way of knowing what any of the Titans would say. I have no idea how long I've been passed out down in this cavern, but the Titans are now all over the world. I guess that's what superheroes do, though, save the world.

Terra

Beast Boy couldn't help but let his jaw drop slightly. Raven had brought Terra back? Well, that was irony. The shape-shifter shook his head slowly; if he had been there when she was revived maybe she wouldn't have gone off to the school at all. Maybe she would have come back to the Titans. The changeling gave a dull sigh before turning the page- but to his surprise there were no more entries. Why would Terra keep a diary if there were no entries? "Cliffhanger endings suck," the green boy hissed turning the book over and examining the back.

He opened it from that end and was greeted by a flurry of notebook paper. Most were drawings depicting himself, which Beast Boy grinned stupidly at. He looked really good in a lot of these pictures. As he sifted through the drawings, though, he found one of himself and Terra that was probably drawn from memory. The shape-shifter bit his lower lip as he pulled it out of the pile and stared at it. "I would have forgiven you, Terra," he murmured shaking his head slowly.

The sketch was of Terra in her apprentice uniform standing over a large ditch with Beast Boy gripping the edge. It was fully colored, and it seemed perfectly accurate. Usually when people attempted to draw Beast Boy they ended up with an entirely wrong shade of green, but this was perfect. In Terra's scrawl on the side of the picture were words that stuck in Beast Boy's mind since the moment she'd said them: 'I don't have any friends, remember?'

The green teenager flipped the piece of paper over to find something even more amazing. How she had done it was beyond him. Beast Boy had even let a small gasp escape him for this pose must have been extremely hard to draw from memory; they had been hugging at the time so it would have been hard for her to draw herself when she couldn't even see herself.

But there it was in black and white. The drawing showed Terra and Beast Boy's goodbye just before she had sacrificed herself to save the city. Her head was resting on his shoulder and there were tears upon her face; he was holding her close not wanting to let go. But they both knew it had to end…This quote struck another nerve, the one she had written in cursive just over their heads: 'You were the best friend I ever had…'

Beast Boy closed his eyes, silent sobs engulfing him for nearly five minutes. He sat there, picture in one hand and the diary in the other. She remembered it all; why had she run away from him? The changeling finally forced his eyes open to run his hand over the sketch. The way she had colored it made Beast Boy mostly white and Terra mostly black. He wondered if that was symbolism or not for roughly five seconds before shakily he opened the diary once more. The two end pages were stuck together…

Beast Boy's heartbeat was already rapid from the emotion he was feeling, but this brought upon another emotion: apprehension. What would this be another note or something else? The shape-shifter set the drawing down on the floor with the others and brought his trembling hand forward to turn the page…

Dear Beast Boy,

I don't know if you'll ever get to read this or not, but I need to get out what I've been containing in me for so long. I wrote another one of these notes when I was with Slade, but it never got finished because…he stopped me. Anyway, you were always the one that knew me best. You were my first friend in a long time and the best friend I ever had, but I always had something more for you. Beast Boy, I loved you, still do to this day. After everything we've been through, though, I just want you to be happy. I know I hurt you so much when I betrayed you…I'm sorry…for everything I've done to you. It was probably worse when I sacrificed myself to save the city, but that had to be done. When you saw me that day you probably thought I would come back and be with you just like old times…But I didn't. Why? There's this little voice in the back of my mind telling me you won't care about me anymore and will turn me away, but I don't listen to it. The real reason, Beast Boy, is because I'm punishing myself for what I did to you, to the Titans. If I could ever be happy with you I won't be. I'm forcing myself to live a normal life. But I realize that in punishing myself I'm punishing you, too. I just can't win, can I? But don't think for a minute that I'm doing this because I hate you, Beast Boy, because it's anything but that. I really and truly care about you more then anyone I ever have before…even my father, even Slade, even Brion. I just needed to say goodbye…Never change, Beast Boy. You're perfect the way you are…

Love always,

Terra

Throughout reading the note Beast Boy had paused having to start at the beginning and reread it to make sure he understood it correctly. By the time he was through with the letter, the changeling was forcing back tears again. She loved him? She loved him. By the looks of it this letter had been written recently and within the last week, too. Flipping the page of the diary the green teenager found the date inscribed on the back. "This was written three days ago," Beast Boy muttered to himself letting the book fall from his grasp and onto the floor. Shivering slightly, the shape-shifter pulled himself onto the bed sending the small pile of pictures resting upon it to the floor.

He ignored it though and for the first time since the Terra incident morphed into a puppy and curled up upon his bed, eyes falling closed. Beast Boy issued a slight whimper; if she loved him why would she make him suffer like this? And she was suffering, too, which only made it worse.

The changeling would have drifted off into an uneasy sleep hadn't a rock flown through his window. Returning to human form Beast Boy slowly made his way to the rock; there was something rolled around it, a piece of paper. Raising an eyebrow the green teenager bent down to pick it up and unrolled the note…

…the ransom note.

We Have What You Want. If You Ever Want To See Terra Again Meet Me At Pier 41 At Nine O'clock Sharp. Come Alone. Or You'll Wish You Never Came At All.