A/N: in the last chapter Mage had... You know what; ask if you want me to tell you.

Disclaimer: Ditto

I could feel the sheets press against my body, a comforting warmth in the snappy autumn months. A cool breeze stirred against my face, whispering of the changes to come. My room seemed to glow; the almost full moon was sending its light to us. I rolled over and stared at the patterns of shadows on the far wall. My eyes remained open as my far too awake self begged for sleep.

Unfortunately it was a bright night, so I knew sleep wasn't coming. I have a hard enough time trying to sleep with all of the lights in the city; I can't handle a moon also. I sighed and slipped out of bed, Cyborg's shirt (that I will NEVER return) brushed against my knees. I steadily made my way to the door, and stepped out into the hallway.

My open door seemed to create a portal of light against the floor and walls of the hallway. I moved with ease in the clearly illuminated tower, eventually reaching the roof. I stepped onto the roof, smiling at the picture I made in my mind.

The moon light reflected off my pale face, making me look like I was carved from ivory. For once without my hat, my pale braids held an unearthly glow. Cyborg's shirt was a black that continued the vampire theme admirably. In soft steps I walked to the edge of the building, and lifted my face to the sky.

All around me a land of glittering lights and sharp contrasts stretched. The buildings glittered their welcome in the near silent night; wisps of clouds encased the tower. I smiled at the romantic scene, and undid my braids. Yes, I like to think of myself as the character in some romantic (not romance, romanTIC) scene, her hair blowing in the non-existent breeze.

I shook my head and felt the long silky locks (there, see, I'm not as down to earth as I like to think) tickled my neck and warmed my back. The bay was solid silver, making me feel like I was in a fantasy world. I bit my lip softly, debating with myself.

"Life only comes once," I whispered, as I ran and launched myself over the tower and towards the water. The mists whipped around me, their cool moisture tangible against my skin. Then the water neared and I automatically closed my eyes, feeling the cool liquid encase me.

Like softened silk it slipped through my fingers, grabbing my hair and slowing me down. I arched my back and used my streamlined force to race to the surface. The water slowly opened for me, a clean edge separated it from the air. With a gasp I swiped my hair from my face and started to tread water.

Sliver and white ripples spread around me as Cyborg's shirt made a black pit. My hair spread out around me, wrapping and slithering around my arms and back. Calmly I began to swim back in, alternating between strokes. When the need hit me I swam under water, feeling that timeless and spacelessness I have always associated with water.

Or I did the side stroke, my silent movement sending light swirling from me in ripples. Often times I flipped to my back and paddled that way, watching the clouds soften the moon. I dove under the surface and swam the last few feet, my outstretched hands brushing the shore.

I stepped out, excepting the unimaginable weight of my hair. An autumn breeze cut through, making me shiver. I gasped, the spell was broken, and with a self teasing grin I raced to the tower and grabbed the first towel I saw. I quickly dried off and fell into an exhausted sleep; the last thing I saw was the moon.

I woke up the next day at seven thirty, completely rested. The sunlight streamed through my windows, warming my back and contradicting last night's memories. I reached up and felt my hair, the coarse tangles made we wince. I sighed and sat up, immediately a wave of dizziness hit me. I felt an itch building in my nose; I only had time to think, "OH hell," before letting out a horrendous sneeze.

I quickly changed into my jeans, hat, and only other white shirt before heading down stairs. I decided to let my hair stay down and un-brushed, so it lay behind me like a mane. Sneezing all the way I walked into the living room, already beginning to feel drowsy.

I walked up to the couch and let out the loudest sneeze I've done so far. Cyborg walked in with the sopping wet towel I had used yesterday, "Looks like we know who went swimming last night," he commented dryly. I stuck my tongue out at him and doubled over in a fit of sneezes.

Finally I gained control of my self and sat on the arm rest of the couch. I threw myself backwards onto the couch, coughing and sneezing in a less than attractive manner. Raven looked at me darkly, "Could you please keep the sneezing down to a minimum?"

I groaned and curled up in a ball, letting out one long sustained whimper. "Dude, did we get a dog?" Beast Boy asked as he walked in. "What's wrong with you Mage?"

"I'mb sidck," I told him thickly, letting out another whimper and round of sneezes.

Beast Boy backpedaled frantically, "Dude, I'll see you later," and with that he raced from the room.

I didn't even have the energy to be angry. Now this wasn't a, I am sick and hurt all over, cold, I just felt under the weather. Everything (especially me) seemed to be fuzzy around the edges. Robin walked in, wiping up my trail of water.

"Thorry," I said apologetically, "Here led me ged thad," I said as I stood up to take the mop.

Robin didn't give it to me, "You went swimming didn't you?" he asked in a particularly ego killing way.

I pouted and went back to the couch, "Whad gives you thad idea?" I asked carefully.

Robin walked over and picked up a strand of my hair, "Smells like bay water, and your sidck," he said with a slight laugh.

"Thud up," I said wearily, "You guyths are thuper heroeths, thouldn'd you have thome cure for the common cold or thomethin?"

"Mage, a cold doesn't give you a lisp," Cyborg informed me, poking me in the side.

"I do nod have a lith..." I paused and tried again, "a liththth, a lip, a...oh you know whad id is," I informed him angrily. I hated getting colds, when I was little I used to have an evil lisp. Even now you can tell I have one by listening to how carefully I pronounce my s.' unfortunately colds make me stop being careful, and yes becomes yeth.

"A lisp?" Raven supplied.

"Yeth, thad," I agreed quickly, "I don'd have id!"

"You do to have a lithththp," Cyborg informed me, handing me a glass of something orange looking.

I took it and looked up at him wearily, "Wad ith id?" I asked warily.

"A cure for the common cold," Cyborg told me calmly.

I gave him a look and took a sip, "Orange juith?" I asked in amusement.

"With a few other ingrediendths," he teased.

I gulped it down and curled up, "I'm nether going to lith thid down!" I moaned in despair.

I spent the next half hour puttering around and trying to wake up enough to get something done. I finally gave up and headed to the couch. It was like my cold was speeding up. The symptoms you get right before getting all better were hitting me hard. I sat down on the couch, Beast Boy inching away from me. "Thud up," I snapped thickly, cradling my pounding head.

All of a sudden my stomach gave a lurch and my throat began to convulse. I snapped up and ran out of the room and towards the bathroom. I saw Raven begin to walk in and unceremoniously shoved her out of the way. I slammed the door and...well, I threw up, a lot.

It's a good thing Cyborg made me eat and drink a lot, or I would have been heavin' on an empty stomach. I finally stepped back and headed out of the bathroom, feeling oddly enough, a lot better. Raven glared at me and I didn't even care.

I walked into the living room and suddenly was hit with a fit of sneezing. For the next five minutes I blew my God damned nose. That wasn't swearing, it was a fact; my nose was damned by God. I think I began to get brains instead of buggers. Finally I stopped and threw away my...mess, instantly falling asleep on the couch.

When I awoke I was lying on the floor and the boys had taken over the couch. "Oh yeah, I am SO beating you Robin!" Cyborg yelled.

"That's what you think Cyborg," Robin told him triumphantly.

I listened to them for a couple seconds and tried to figure out how I got on the floor. I must have fallen asleep on the couch...and they shoved me off to play video games? That seems so out of character...

Still half asleep I mumbled out, "How did I get on the floor?"

The three boys glanced down at me and Cyborg chuckled, "Looks like sleeping beauty is awake," he informed us.

I let out a slight yawn, slowly sitting up. Robin glanced over at me, "When we came in you just got up and lay down on the floor in front of the TV," he said absent mindedly. He leaned violently to the left, straining to pass Cyborg's car.

"Yeah," Beast Boy put in, "You muttered something about us not 'troubling ourselves.'" With silent triumph (to every one but me) Beast Boy surged around the two boys and crossed the finish line first. He grinned and I readied myself for the noise. "OH YEAH! I So beat you!"

Robin and Cyborg were busy sulking, trying to think of come backs or excuses. Beast Boy continued, "You made one mistake, underestimating the king of all video games!"

I inwardly rolled my eyes, I sat up into an Indian style position, surprising comfortable for being sick.

Cyborg glowered then shared a look with Robin, "If there's one thing I hate more than sore losers," he put in darkly, "its sore winners."

I looked at both of them and stood up smoothly, "It looks like we have both of those today," I said smoothly. I calmly began to walk past the three of them. Then I stopped, a sound emitted from Raven. It was so quiet as to have been almost imperceptible, it was a dry chuckle. Raven chuckled, albeit darkly and dryly, but she CHUCKLED.

I turned and looked at her, knitting my eye brows together in confusion. She gave me a self possessed Look. I shook my head, and wasn't dizzy.

I stopped and blinked, admittedly my nose was still stuffed...but I didn't feel sick. I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose, sounding like a strangled elephant. I breathed in and out; I COULD breathe in and out. I began to bounce around a little, and other than a slight tiredness at the effort my body had made; I was in perfect health.

"I'm not sick..." I whispered in astonishment.

"I told you it wasn't just orange juice," Cyborg told me smugly.

I just nodded, "I forgive you for making fun of me for having a lisp," I informed him seriously.

"Thank you so much Mage," he said sarcastically.

I gave him a sweet grin and began to walk to Starfire's room, maybe I could get her to brush out my hair...

A/N: What do you think? I thought it was a nice bit of comic relief, and explanation for why the teens are never sick.

Spike TV: Why do guys generally have such a problem with girls and periods? I know this might be an awkward question, but please answer it? Please...? Anyway, how was it? Give me fairly normal stuff guys do for fun. I am fairly sure I could wing it and not mess anything up, but I still want information. I am aware that I am blowing this FAR out of proportion, sorry. So, that's it, besides the fact that you need to UPDATE!