Damnit all to hell and back! I had chapter twenty-one all typed and ready, and went to open it, and the stupid disk won't let me! This is the second damn time this has happened. I have no idea why my computer has such a grudge against me, but now, I had to rewrite this from scratch. That's why it took me so long to update. I. Hate. Technology. (Actually, I'd probably die without technology.) And, anyways, I took a large old chunk outta my foot thanks to a nail. Stupid nail. Stupid technology. (Crosses arms and curses technology and nails to the pits of hell) Oh, and, uh, sorry about the whole eye color thing dealing with Robin, but I have never read the comics or anything. I only know about the TT on Cartoon network. I just picked a purtty color and wrote. But I'll remember that one my next story and all the ones to come.

Anyone other than me notice I never put a disclaimer up? Well, all you know there is no way I own the titans, so there's no reason for me to. So…won't.


"Married? Cy, are you serious?" Beast Boy let out an incredulous breath. "Damn, Cy. Congrats." Taking in Cyborg's wide, horrified gaze, Beast Boy added, "I think."

In his scared state, Cyborg dropped Raven so suddenly that she wasn't prepared to catch herself. Thankfully, she tumbled over the couch…but still landed on the floor. Beast Boy laughed hard at her not-so-graceful fall. Raven threw her hair back and gave Beast Boy a death glare. He quieted instantly.

"What am I gonna do?" Cyborg gave a pitiful whimper, sinking down to the floor with a clank.

Raven picked herself up, only forgiving Cyborg because he was so pathetic at the moment. "First off, try calming down. Would you like some food or something?"

"Can't eat. Can't drink. Can't think."

Raven sighed, gracefully lowering herself to the ground in front of the scared cyborg. "Come on, Cyborg. Take deep, even breaths, and tell us what happened." Raven and Beast Boy bit back a smile as he took an over-exaggerated breath, and let it out the same way he had taken it in.

"Better now?" Raven asked softly.

He thought a moment, then said, "No."

Raven tilted her head. "Would you care to try meditating to help?"

Like a lost puppy, Cyborg turned pitiful eyes to her. Beast Boy couldn't help but grin. It was wrong, yes, but Cyborg look so forlorn. Leaning back on his palms, feet stretched out, Beast Boy watched as Raven tried to teach Cy how to meditate.

"Alright, Cyborg. Now, follow my movements exactly." He nodded furiously, trying to mimic her. It was not exactly working out for him. Raven placed each foot on a different calf, cracking open one eye to watch Cyborg's movements. He was trying to get only one foot like that, and it was not working. She sighed. "Just sit Indian-style, Cyborg. Now, close you're eyes and take a deep breath. That's it. Now, just…think happy thoughts." Not the way she did it, but Cyborg was one to crack jokes, and telling him to go deep within his own mind would set off non-stop cracks about how she sounded like a physiatrist.

Raven cracked open an eye. "Feel better?"

"Wow. Actually, I do." Opening his eyes, Cyborg groaned. "I still can't believe I asked Bee to marry me."

"Well, do you love her?"

"Yes, but—"

"Can you picture yourself without her?"

"No, but—"

"Do you want to be with her the rest of your life?"

"Yes, but—"

"Cyborg," Beast Boy groaned. "What's the problem?"

"It's just…think about it. When I marry her, I'll have to leave the Teen Titans. I can't live there with her if I'm going to start a new life."

Raven and Beast Boy visibly flinched. Cy was right. He would have to move out, and the famous team of five would be knocked down to four. Once, they had gone without Cyborg in fights, and had lost horribly. When things returned to normal and the White Rose Killer was behind bars, could they function without him?

"And Bee is so much more mature than I am. I mean, come on, I still watch cartoons!" Beast Boy bit back a grin. "Yeah, well, so do I."

"Beast Boy, you're the most immature guy I know. Not helping matters any." Beast Boy stiffened at Cyborg's insult and his dark green eyes narrowed.

"But Bee's the type to want…want…kids." Cyborg visibly paled. "I can't raise kids! Hell, I am still a kid!"

"Yes, well, why don't you just worry about what is going on now. Yes, she will probably want kids, but now, just worry about if you want to go through with this." Raven said calmly.

"Of course I'm gonna go through this! I love Bee more than anything, and there is nothing I would rather do than marry her. I have never met a girl that loved me back, and I want to be with her, kids or no kids. If I have to leave the titans, then so be it. I love her and that's that!" Cyborg crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff of breath.

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. "Cy, you just solved your own problems, you know."

He blinked. "I did?"

Beast Boy grinned. "You just listed off every reason why you shouldn't worry about this. It's normal to be scared, but once it happens, it'll just come naturally."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you just the voice of reason."

Beast Boy gave her a smug look. "More attractive then the stupid goofball I was, huh?"

Cyborg forgot his own problems just long enough to stare at them. "I missed something here."

"It's nothing. Just Beast Boy's imagination working up." Raven gave him a death glare. He shrugged. "Anyway, so, what are you gonna do?"

"What do you mean, what am I gonna do? About what?"

"Bumblebee."

"Oh, right."

"So, have you given her a ring yet?"

Cyborg's eyes widened. "No."

"No?" Beast Boy lifted an eyebrow. "All you did was ask her to marry you?"

"It's kinda complicated." Cyborg wringed his hands, suddenly uncomfortable. Raven and Beast Boy exchanged looks. "We have tons of time on our hands, Cyborg," Raven said with something akin to amusement lacing her monotonous voice.

He let out a puff of breath. "Well, uh, you see…uh…we

were…er…um…occupied, and…uh…"

"Occupied? How so?" Beast Boy grinned as Cyborg blushed. "That's my business, not yours. Now, are you gonna interrupt me every two seconds, or do you wanna hear?"

"Fine," Beast Boy said, pouting.

"Anyways, we were occupied, and Bee said something that I guess struck a cord in me and before I knew it, I was on one knee, proposing. It's kinda weird, 'cause I've never seen Bee cry before. I mean, she wasn't sobbing or anything, but her eyes were all watering and stuff. I told her that I didn't have a ring or anything, but she said she didn't care. She literally threw herself at me, and told me yes. It wasn't like in the movies, where they repeat yes like over and over until you just want to hit 'em, but it was, truly, the best word I have ever heard in my life. She even told me she loved me. Dude, I don't care how romantic I sound or crap, but that is the best feeling in the world, to have someone tell you that they love you."

He gave a half smile and said quietly, "I would have never thought anyone could love something like me, but Bee does. I asked her why, how, could she love something like me, and she said that there was nothing wrong with me. How could she not love me, she said. It's just, man, it's not even really something you can explain. You know, maybe this won't be so bad. Yeah, I'll leave the titans, but there's more than just fighting crime. I haven't been this happy in a while and if I have to move out, then I will. It won't be like I'm outta ya'lls life forever. Hell, knowing me, I'll build a house right next to the tower. I can still fight with ya'll and all, but it's just…time for me to grow up. We're getting older, and soon, we won't even be teenagers anymore. In a couple of years, our adolescents will be gone. Who knows if the team will still go on. For all we know, they'll find new recruits to become the Teen Titans the minute ya'll turn twenty."

Beast Boy gave a small smile at his best friend. Life without Cyborg living at the tower would be hard, but Cy was right. They were getting older and it was time to grow up. But something Cyborg said made Beast Boy's heart plummet. When they turned twenty, they actually might be replaced, which would mean the team would have to go out in the real world. Beast Boy didn't know if he could do that. Most of his life, he had always had someone there. First his parents, and then the Titans. There was a slim chance that he could make it out in Jump City on his own. What would he do? Where would he go? Would anyone want him? Yes, he was no longer green, but what of the dye wore off, and he was his unusual shade again? Would he be ridiculed because of it when he wasn't a titan any longer? He knew that Raven would forget every thing once they were back at the tower, and he knew he would have to deal with it, but could he survive in the real world, knowing that he would probably never see her again?

"Dude, you okay?" Beast Boy snapped out of his thoughts quickly when Cyborg laid a large, metal hand on his shoulder.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He cut a glance at Raven who was watching him strangely. "Er, anyways, again, you just solved your own problems. There's nothing to worry about, so…why don't you go…buy her a ring or something. It's kinda a tradition to give a girl a ring."

Cyborg's real eye lit up. "Dude, I can make her a ring. She'd love that. I'm gonna go get started in it right now. I can't wait to see her face when she sees it." Cyborg sat up with a grin. "Thanks for listening."

"No prob. See you later, Cy." He waved and was half way out the door when he turned. "Dude, what are you doing in Raven's apartment with your pj's on?"

Beast Boy cheeks flushed red, as did Raven's, who was busy picking invisible lint off her shirt. "Er…see you later, Cyborg." Beats Boy slammed the door, Cyborg's laughter following him.


Starfire closed her eyes as Christian splashed his bathwater. He giggled, slapping his palms against the water. She was already drenched completely, but she could care less.

"After this, do you want to go see your mommy?"

Christian turned bright gray eyes to her. "Really? We can go see mommy?"

Starfire smiled, brushing back a wet strand of hair from the boy's forehead. She had been careful not to get his bandage wet, but with all his splashing, it had been futile. Since they were going to the hospital, it didn't really matter. The doctor's there could change it easily.

Soaping up her hands with Christian's shampoo, Starfire ran it through his hair. He grabbed a toy and started to splash again. Starfire closed one eye and continued her work. Being with Christian was…so easy. Everything just seemed to come natural to her. Which, now, was a very good thing, seeing as she would probably end up with Christian longer than had been planned.

"Why did that man try to kill us?" Starfire's hand froze for a second before she resumed washing his thick hair.

"That is a very good question."

"Did you make him mad?"

Starfire let out a breath. "I do not know."

Christian suddenly stopped splashing, looking over her shoulder. "Is he da one who hurted you?"

Starfire raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Him." Christian pointed over her shoulder. Knowing full and well that Robin was somewhere behind her, Starfire asked, "Why do you ask?"

Christian grabbed a toy boat and floated it around, but he had lost all excitement and now seemed depressed. "'Cause you get the same look mommy gets when she talks about my daddy."

This time, her hands did freeze as she looked down at the little boy. "What look would that be?"

Christian laid his hands on the rim of the tub, turning his little body so he faced her and laid his chin on his hands. "Granny says it's 'cause mommy hurts so bad 'cause my daddy didn't want her. Mommy tries to act happy and all, but Granny says that she'll always hurt. You's got the same look she has when she tries to be happy around me. Dat's what I asked."

Starfire's heart plummeted. Was her pain that obvious that a child could tell? She thought she had hid it well, yet a toddler could see it. Great. It didn't help that Robin was still in the doorway, or hallway, or wherever Christian had spotted him.

Starfire swallowed hard. She didn't say anything to the little boy, just continued to wash his hair. Christian gazed up at her with sad gray eyes. "I hate it when mommy hurts. It makes me hurt too. I don't like it when you hurt, either."

This little boy was so sweet. "You're old for you age, you know that?"

"Dat's what mommy says, too, when I tell 'er that she be better off without 'em."

Starfire blinked back sudden tears. "Maybe she would be."

"Dat's what I tell her. She tell me she don't want him anymore, but she still cries over him. But I don't understand why dat man didn't want 'er. He seemded sad when he was at da hospital wit me."

"Wyatt? Is that who you are talking about?"

"I guess. He said he was my daddy. I hated him for a wong time, 'cause he hurted my mommy so much, but he was kinda cool. He let me play wit his bracelet."

Starfire reached up and grabbed the showerhead, flicking on the water. "Lean your head back." He did as he was told, still talking. Thankfully, he switched topics.

"You gots any kids?"

Starfire smiled. "No."

"You act like a mommy."

"How so?"

"I dunno. I'm not a mommy. But you do the same things my mommy does. She don't ever get mad, and she always plays with me, and gives me treats, and read me stories at night, and sings me to sleep, and stuff. You'd be a good mommy. If I didn't love my mommy so much, I'd say I'd want you to be my mommy, but my mommy's the bestest mommy in the whole world. I guess you can be my second mommy if you want. I won't call you mommy or anyting, but…hey, what am I supposeded to call you?"

Flattered beyond anything she had felt, Starfire smiled softly. "Whatever you want."

"Mommy says I gotsta call people by Mr. or Mrs. or whatever." Christian cut his eyes to her. "You look like someone I know."

Starfire raised an eyebrow. "Who would that be?"

"I dunno. Kinda like the girl from da Teen Titans. Da one with da cool powers that flies and has green light comin' from her eyes and hands. 'Cept you look purrtier that her."

Starfire blinked. Great again. This amazing little boy had already found out who she was, though he just thought she looked like…herself. "And he look like Robin. I like Robin. Robin's cool. So's Beast Boy and Cyborg and Raven. I gotsta big, big, big picture of 'em that mommy bought me for my birfday."

Christian eye's narrowed. "Are you sure you ain't da Teen Titans?"

Starfire quickly glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Robin's. He was leaning against the doorframe, eyebrows scrunched together, arms folded over his muscled chest.

"What do we do", she mouthed, and he shrugged. "Guess we tell him. He's just a little boy. I mean, he won't endanger us or anything."

Starfire looked back at the little boy, who had his arms crossed over his little chest, eyes narrowed, waiting for an answer. Robin walked into the bathroom, and crouched down next to Starfire. He extended his large hand to Christian. "I'm Robin, from the Teen Titans."

Christian stared ay his hand, then at Starfire, before returning to look at Robin. Christian slowly put his hand in Robin's. His hand was so tiny that when he put his hand against Robin's, it was smaller than Robin's palm. Robin shook it gently.

"Whoa," Christian muttered, staring at Robin like he would a hero.

"And I am Starfire." Christian moved his gaze from Robin to Starfire. "I knew it."

Starfire grinned. "Ready to get out and go see your mom?" Christian nodded, still in a shocked daze. Robin grabbed the large white towel from the counter, stood up, and picked the little boy up out of the tub. Wrapping him in a cocoon of terry cloth, Robin picked him up effortlessly. Christian laughed, wrapping his arms around Robin's neck.

Going to Starfire's room, he gently tossed Christian onto the bed. Christian squealed.

Starfire laughed softly, grabbing the toddler's clothes from his bag. Sine Mallory had miraculously potty trained him at such a young age, there was no need for a diaper. Starfire picked the warmest outfit she could; A white undershirt, underwear, a superman sweatshirt, jeans, a heavy jacket, thick socks, boots, and an adorable blue beanie.

As Starfire worked the clothes on the boy, Robin was busy having a who-makes-the-weirdest-face contest with Christian. Starfire laughed at the funny faces both of them made, shaking her head.

Completely bundled up, Starfire worked his boots on his feet. "Robin, would you tie them while I change? I am soak through." Robin glanced up from their game to give her an once-over. She was indeed wet, from her hair, to her shirt, to her jeans. "Alright."

Starfire grabbed clothes from her drawer and disappeared into the bathroom. Christian snatched up his beanie and shoved it on his head. "Why did you hurted her?"

"Who, Starfire?"

Christian nodded, picking at his bandage. "Yeah. Why did you do it?"

Robin's eyebrows drew together. "Kid, that's none of your business."

"Yes it is," Christian argued, his lips protruding into a pout.

Robin couldn't help but chuckle. "You wouldn't understand."

"Wanna bet?"

Robin raised an eyebrow. This little boy was smart. Maybe too smart. "Alright."

Glancing at the door to make sure it was still shut and Starfire was no where around, Robin said, "I'm just afraid I'll end up loving her and losing her." Like my parents. "I just…easier this way."

"Nuh-uh."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'Nuh-uh'?"

"I mean dat—" The door opened and Starfire walked out, all dry and…breathtakingly beautiful. She had left her hair down and it flowed around her shoulders in a riot of soft curls.

Though she wore simple jeans, a formfitting white shirt, and a long, tan trench coat, she was the most beautiful creature he had laid eyes on…and the one most off limits.

"Ready to see you're mother?" She asked Christian, who watched her with love-sick eyes. "Uh-uh."

She grinned, walking to the door to grab her high-heeled brown boots. Robin glared at the little boy and said quietly, "That better not be drool, little man."


Hannah let out a content moan as hot water beat against her back. Oh, how she had missed this. There was nothing better than a nice, hot shower, even if half of you was wrapped in a trash bag to keep the casts from getting wet. Still, she wasn't dirty anymore!

"Jeez, Hannah," Ethan complained from the room. "You've been in there for half an hour. Aren't you pruny yet?"

"None of you business."

She heard him grunt and grinned to herself. Ethan was so darned adorable. She had gotten used to him being around and, believe it or not, he wasn't the prep she had pegged him as. He was, well, more like she was. Depressed with life and waiting to be on their own. Well, she had her wish now. There was no way she was going back to that place, where her no-good mother and abusive step-father resided. But, question was, where was she to go?

For the third time since she had been in the shower, Hannah rubbed the Dove soap that Ethan had brought her over her skin. "Oh, to be clean again!"

"Did you say something?" Ethan called from the room.

"Nope." Though her knee and shoulder were throbbing, nothing could rob her of her happiness of being clean.

When there was no possible way she could get any cleaner, Hannah turned off the water and cautiously stepped out. Assaulted but the Dove-scented steam, Hannah grinned, and towel-dried her skin. Taking off the stupid trash bags, she slipped on her silk blue pajamas (which had belonged to Ethan and still smelled like him). Hannah brushed her teeth, grabbed a brush, and walked out…or rather wheeled out, seeing as she had to use a god-forbidden wheelchair, else she would fall and add another injury to her never-ending list.

Ethan glanced up as she wheeled in. "How long does it take you to take a shower?"

"Very long, seeing as I was not allowed to bathe when the White Rose Killer had me. The only way to wash off was if he did it, so I chose to stay dirty. I would of taken a bath but—wow, I've never seen you look so angry."

"Well, that little comment of yours kinda pissed me off."

She raised an eyebrow, pulling herself up and sitting on the edge of her bed. Now, all she had to do was figure out a way to brush her hair with one hand without dropping the brush. "About me taking long showers?"

"You are such a blonde. I was mad about you being taken, and that jerk-off coming anywhere near you" He watched as she tried futilely to brush her hair. With a sigh, he stood up, snatched the brush from her good hand, sat behind her, and ran the bush softly through her long, gold hair.

He heard her intake of breath, and paused. "Did I hurt you? Sorry. I don't even brush my own hair, so I might not do this right."

"N-no. You're doing fine."

"Good." Eyes on his work, Ethan ran his fingers through the soft mass. "So…did the White Rose Killer…uh…"

"Rape me?"

"Yeah."

She shook her head. "He threatened it, but…never actually did. He almost did…the night before I escaped, but someone called on his cell-phone, and, well…he never got a chance after that."

"Thank God," he muttered, lifting her thick hair off her back, and sliding it over one shoulder. Not thinking anything of his movement, Hannah slid her good leg under her injured one.

"I guess I just got really lucky."

"Yeah, guess you did." She jerked when she felt his hot mouth against her neck. "What are you—"

"Shut up, Hannah." He said softly, leaning her head back and kissing her softly.


Not adventurous (I'm always saying that, so…I'm gonna stop. Yeah) but then again, a lot of them won't be, because if they were, you'd probably lose interest fast. Anyways, the last couple of chapter will be so adventurous, it'll make up for the non-exciting stuff. Now, it's all about the romance. Hey, it's whatcha get when you read a hopeless romantic's stories. Well, again, sorry 'bout the delay, but my no-good computer has turned to the evil side. So…until next time!