Inspiration

Well it's been a while so for this I am sorry. Thanks to all that reviewed and lets get the show on the road-Lord of the files

Isn't it odd to love some one but still love someone else? I love Catherine at this time but a part of me always loved Star…oh well…its not like Star liked or even hinted at loving me. Let's just see what time will bring huh?

-Beast boy

Beast boy looked at the journal entry and nodded his approval. He was right then. It was written right before he left to go on that eventful night. Catherine was special to him but there was always something stopping him from really loving her, and it was Starfire. He knew it was. It had to be.

'But she'll never think the time of day with me. The funeral was just today. And I don't want her to get hurt either,' Beast boy thought forlornly.

He just sat there reading his journal about Starfire and Catherine. Starfire and Catherine were wonderful, beautiful, intelligent beings of creating. Beast boy thought he didn't deserve either one. Catherine didn't deserve to die like that. She really didn't; she is, was, turning her life around. No use in thinking the dead were alive, huh? No use in thinking about the past either. The past will always haunt you unless you're looking to the future. So why does he feel so terrible?

Shaking his head he decided that he needed to do three things: shower, eat, and sleep. He proceeded to do these things with ruthless efficiency. Beast boy did them with this distant look in his eyes and did all those functions as if they were only keys to survival. Witty comments and jokes were missing from the table as the Titan's looked at their pained friend not knowing what to do. His sighs were the only things not absent from the meal. Quickly departing to the bathroom caused some of them to worry until Beast boy came out quite a while after freshly clean. If Beast boy knew he gave no indication…or did he just not care.

Beast boy laid his head on his bed and lay really still not being able to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her. He looks around and it would be her. Mocking him. Tormenting him. Prodding him making him feel a bubbling sensation build up, burning his throat. And then he had a restless, dreamless, sleep.

Beast boy woke up a few hours later and he went to the roof. Walking up those stairs was a physical burden on his soul and he had to rest at the top. Looking for a place to sit he decided for the cold hard ground. Closing his eyes feeling the icy cold wind swirl around him, he felt at ease. His breath came easier now and he sobbed slightly. Quietly. No one would hear him. He decided he would do this for a couple of weeks. Or until he felt better. Whichever came first.

His moves were becoming less mechanical over the next few months but he still refused to talk to anyone. Mostly he spent his time barricaded in his room. As if everyone was mourning they were not hit by as many attacks. Every once in a while they would but it was usual something as trivial as a bank robbery. He usually stayed home. Beast boy started to accept a part of his reality. That she was dead, she needed to be forgotten and he need to move on. Not want but needed. This was an exile from his life, from who he is. He didn't want to go around moping anymore. He's young and with his mutated genes he can live to hundreds and hundreds of years like a tortoise. Or be snuffed out with the life span of a fruit fly. With great difficulty he stood up and stretched his legs. He was out of shape.

"I'm getting fat," Beast boy joked with himself, but that brought up memories of when he had to reassure Catherine all the time. Shaking his head he dispelled those thoughts from his mind. He had a quick cry, but then was on his way towards the exercise room.

Nothing eventful happened on his way there but he decided that he would go up their one last time, in honor of her.

He made his way to the exercise room and decided to just vent up pent up rage at the punching bag. Strikes at the punching bag made it rock back and forth, and Beast boy started to put mental pictures of his enemies on the bag. A punch here and it was Slade. A punch here and it was the drunk driver. This went on for hours until his subconscious mind put up a picture of him. With a scream of fury he unleashed a combination of powerful blows that split open the bag.

And then he saw his teammates.

Shifting his eyes he put a hand behind his head and grinned.

"I'm not paying," he laughed nervously keeping his eyes closed with his hand scratching the back of his head.

Mental sighs of relief went though each of the Titan's as they smiled at their friend.

"So how you feel?" Cyborg asked gingerly.

"I feel great, you might think otherwise but I really do, thanks," Beast boy said smiling and walking past his friends.

"I'm glad he's feeling better," Robin said.

"It is a glorious occasion that requires a feast of unparalleled rivalry!" Starfire beamed happily.

Cyborg, not born yesterday, quickly suggested, "Or we could order pizza."

"Or we can do that," Starfire said disappointed.

"I don't know I think we should let him decide," Raven said.

"Fair enough, lets hold the celebration till he's ready," Robin said.

"Ok," Cyborg said "Hope he gets good soon though, I really want to try that meat lover's pizza they have at the pizzeria."

They all conversed quietly not knowing one of their members was looking at the door Beast boy left.

Beast boy went to bed extinguished and only wanted to have a dreamless sleep.

Beast boy woke up and it was night. He knew that it would be his last time going up to the roof for this reason so he decided it must be special to him and to Catherine. Peeking under the bed and retrieving a guitar that he hadn't forgotten about he went to the rooftop. So nostalgic and wanting it to end, he didn't hear her floating up behind him.

When he got to the roof it was a full moon out. All the lights were off in the city and Beast boy could see every star. Beast boy after licking his lips went to the open ground and sat down legs crossed. He knew he was no good, so embarrassing he was that he never showed anyone, and remembering what he learned from those books he bought in frustration, he played a song. It was always in his heart and he decided to let it all out in those minutes. After many minutes of playing, and with his fingers starting to hurt, he decided that was enough for her. It was time to move on.

"That was beautiful Beast boy," a soft voice said behind him.

The one this was directed to nearly had a heart attack. Holding his heart he turned slightly looking at the girl behind him.

"Don't sneak up on people…I nearly had a heart attack," Beast boy said.

"Oh, I'm sorry Beast boy, let me make it up to you," Starfire said sitting next to him.

Beast boy got a little hot when she grasped his hand, "What'ch doing?"

"I do not know the correct way to show my wanting to leave with you Beast boy, so I had hoped this would work," Starfire said letting go of his dependent hand.

Beast boy sat there for a second digesting the words and she took it as a sign to leave. She had some tears in her eyes as she got up, but Beast boy was quicker.

He sat up, looked her in the eye, "I would love to go out with you."

She then brightened as she realized what it meant, and laid her head against his shoulder.

"But first," Beast boy said clearing his throat earning him to make her look at him quizzically and worriedly "show me this isn't a dream."

Starfire smiled and made him believe and cast away his doubts.

She kissed him.

'YES! Now, now stupid, kiss back!' his mind said and it was only clear thought as he kissed her in full.

Ok, now that's the end of this story, but I have some ideas for a sequel if everyone really thinks I should. Because I have looked and they are really no BB/Star multichapter centered relationships that have a sequel. Well let's see what the response is.