Hello! Sorry for the week long delay, I A) had state testing, B) had my school dance to go to, and C) had a major case of writer's block. But now I'm back! And I wrote 2,000 words! Yay me! I'm so proud of myself. But enough with my life's struggles and let's get on with the story. Please read and review! Also, I hope you guys like the change in perspective this time. Just as a heads up, it's from the perspective of Robin. I hope I captured his personality okay. I do not own Teen Titans. Happy reading!

-lilicat

Also, I told one of my friends about this, so Jackson, if you're reading this... don't. ;D

"Beast Boy!" I called after my green teammate, who had just fled his hospital bed. "All right team, let's split up and find him. Cyborg, you're with me; we can use your scanners to look for his tracker. Starfire and Raven, you two check outside, okay?"

"Yes, Robin!" Starfire responded with a happy chirp. "We will find the Beast Boy. Right, Raven?"

Raven replied with a mere "hmph". Well, that's probably the closest thing we'll get to a yes. I looked around at the team. They all stared back expectantly. What are they waiting for? Oh, right- "Titans, go!"

Raven teleported her and Starfire away to who knows where, as Cyborg and I dashed into the hallway. It was silent, desolate, and barren of life. A light towards the end of the hall had burned out. The darkness was luring me, yet mocking me. It was if it was saying "you hurt him. You lost him. It's all your fault". But on the upside, the darkness and shadows would be good hiding place for Beast Boy. So until Cyborg found the changeling's location, the darkness is where I would search.

Turning to Cyborg, I murmured absentmindedly. "Cyborg? Fix that light tomorrow."

But my metallic friend appeared to have not heard me. He was fiddling around with the screen built into his arm, humming to himself quietly. Suddenly, his face brightened. "I found him! His tracker says he's in his room. And his communicator is there also. Ya know, like if he took off his belt to throw us off, he probably wouldn't have thought about us finding him with his communicator."

"I get it Cyborg. No need to explain." Turning on my heels, I marched straight to Beast Boy's room. And like a lonely puppy, Cyborg followed close behind. Right as I approached Beast Boy's bedroom door though, Cyborg spoke up.

"Uh, Robin, do you think we should let the girls know we found him? I can call them quickly, if you want."

Everything went silent for a moment as I contemplated his offer. "Sure, why not. Keep Starfire from worrying."

So, as I brought my hand up to knock on the door, Cyborg made a call to the two female members of our team. I knocked on the door.

"Beast Boy! I know you're in there!" No answer. "Don't make me break down this door!" Again, my calls were met by silence. "Alright then, I'm coming in!"

Looking back at Cyborg, I jerked my head in the direction of the door. "You're gonna have to break it down."

He nodded, knowing that we needed to rescue our friend. "The girls said they would meet us in his room. Fly through his window, I think they said. Although I don't have to break down the door. I can just override the system." Looking down at his arm for the millionth time that day, he pressed a few things and the door to Beast Boy's room opened.

His room was decently messy, but not as bad as I had expected. It seemed dark, despite the sunny day and open window, almost as if a black hole had sucked up all the light and joy. The walls were a muted grassy green; the floors a continuation of the hallway. His bunk bed stood in the corner near his closet. I assumed it was stuffed full of junk, and that was the reason his clothes were all over the floor. The bed, both of them (why did we give him an extra chore to make two beds?), were unmade. He must either just switch beds every night or he switches in the middle of the night. Most of his decoration were modest, one might call the appearance of decor in his room scarce. But everything was covered in dust, save for his bed, clothes, and a picture sitting on his nightstand.

I walked towards it, wondering what could be so special that he felt the need to clean it more often than anything else in his room. But I was stopped by Cyborg.

"Dude! We're here to look for our friend. Not snoop through his stuff." He said. A bit curt for him, I thought. Though it makes sense considering his best friend is missing.

"So, do your sensors get any more specific than the room?" I asked, still gathering in as much as I could about Beast Boy's room. Surprisingly, as open as Beast Boy was, I couldn't think of a time I had actually been in his room. Except for the whole "beast" incident, but I didn't really count that.

His reply was a simple "no". So after a moment, I added, "Do you think Raven could use her powers to locate Beast Boy? Like before?"

A voice came from the window. "No. For some reason he's always blocked me out. I guess he's stronger than he seems. And the only reason it worked the time with the cave was because he opened himself up to me. Let down his guard, you know? So, to answer your question Robin, no. I won't be able to locate him any further than Cyborg's sensors."

Raven. She sat on the windowsill, Starfire hovering behind her.

"But friends, Beast Boy's room is not one of a large size, no? So it should be easier to lo-cate him?" Starfire questioned, saying locate in two parts.

There was a pregnant pause as we deciphered what she was saying. Duh! We should all be searching right now! We all nodded and simultaneously started searching. We tackled the piles of clothes on the ground first. After going through one to no avail, I decided to check the closet, which was suspiciously jammed. But I, being the wonder boy I was, just so happened to be good at getting past locked doors.

The door was tougher to get through than I thought. Either this thing's hella full of junk, or Beast Boy's got some serious skeletons in his closet… really, puns? You're better than that, Robin. I sighed, but went back to pull on the door. But my attempts were cut short as a gasp was heard.

"No…" Raven stood off to the side of the room, next to a large pile of overturned clothes, holding something. Or rather, two somethings. And one, was a very recognizable yellow.

"Beastie's tracker and communicator?! Well, I guess he's smarter than he seems. But now how are we going to find him?" Cyborg shrieked as he internally flipped out.

"Relax, Cyborg. We'll find him. We just need to continue our plan from earlier; splitting up. But now we've lost time and have a ton of ground to cover. So, no more partners. Titans, split up and search!"

Raven silently disappeared as a black orb enveloped her body before vanishing. Starfire also left, per my instructions, though she left the way she had come: through the window. Cyborg, with no wings or teleporting powers, simply ran out the door, shouting, "I'll be in the common room!". Which left me.

For the first time since Slade, I was unsure. I didn't know where to search, where to begin.

Something was bugging me; bothering me from the back of my mind. The picture. It was one of the few things in the room that actually showed signs of someone handling it daily.

I admit, it did feel a little wrong. To invade another's privacy was something that was frowned upon. But it was so strange. Beast Boy had never talked about anything other than video games, tofu, missions, and of course: jokes. He had always felt so open, but in reality, he's the one we know the least about. So what was he hiding?

Since I was leader, I deemed it okay for me to snoop a bit. I mean, if something's up with a Titan, I need to know. Besides, the others were searching. It couldn't hurt to postpone my search until a little later, right? Right.

After conferring with myself on what to do, I walked walked over to the picture.

It was faded, most likely due to sitting in the sun, and you could tell it was loved. The picture had been taken out of the frame many times and the sides were slightly creased, although you could tell that someone had tried to smooth it back out. But even though the photo was slightly blurry, you could still make out what the subject was. It was a family.

A smiling blonde headed kid with bright blue eyes stood front and center, with a man and a woman on either side, both sharing his blonde hair. The three of them were holding hands and seemed to be standing in a village of sorts. In the background, you could see more people, but they had dark skin; a great contrast of the family the picture was of. Where was this picture taken? It seemed to be taken in… Africa?

I shook my head, confused. Why would Beast Boy have a picture of a random family in Africa? And why Africa of all places? Unless… no… what if…? Could Beast Boy be the boy in the picture?

But that didn't make sense. Beast Boy had never gone anywhere out of the country, much less Africa. I mean, that was on the other side of the world! Although, I suppose we don't actually know his past. I guess he could have been Africa. But why was he there?

"He has a file, you know. Just go look at that. It's not invading privacy, well, technically it is, but it's for a good reason." I reasoned with myself. "Oh, come on, Robin. He wouldn't mind… much. Oh, fine, self. I'll go look through his file."

Abandoning the photo, I set it back down like no one had ever touched it. "There."

Quietly, I left his room, although I don't know why I did it quietly. I had all the right to be there. And a good excuse, too. I crept towards the basement inconspicuously and down the stairs.

Now in most movies (at least from the one's I've seen, which are usually horror, per Beast Boy's choice) the stairs leading down to a shadowy basement will be silent until that one loud, creaky one. And honestly, I was half expecting that to happen. But our tower, thanks to Cyborg, was sturdy as hell, and so (a bit to my disappointment) there were no creaky stairs.

Half leaping down the last step, I was a man on a mission after all, I bounded over to where I store all the files. My files are a fine collection, a very wide assortment. From past villains to teammate history to how many chromosomes are in the human body, I had it all. So there would have to be something on Beast Boy's past.

Surprisingly, I had never looked into his past before. Starfire, yes. Raven, yes. Cyborg, yes. But Beast Boy? No. Not once, not ever.

Heading over to the B section, the first thing I that caught my eye was the word "beast". Only two things were kept in this section: Beast Boy's file and my file on his other, more primal form as the Beast. The file on the Beast was very thin, and I didn't know much about it. Beast Boy had refused to talk about it and so all I could put down was what I, Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven had seen.

Sighing as I remembered my lack of knowledge in that area, I pulled out a file marked "Beast Boy". This file, the one in my green gloved hands, held all the answers I would need. A strange form of energy, seemingly excitement, was building up in me, presumably due to the suspense. I set the file down, grabbed a chair, and turned on my desk lamp. Sitting down, I reached out my hand tentatively, almost as if I was scared of the secrets I was about to unleash.

And with that, I opened his file.

Author's Note: Okay, I know I made Robin not as serious, formal, and calculating, but personally, I feel he's like this when he's on his own or in his head. I mean, come on! Robin TOTALLY talks to himself when he thinks no one is watching.