I update a lot. Whatever will you do with me? This chapter isn't as short as the others, and I feel very good about it. Most of this story I had written before I signed up to publish it here. That is why I can add chapters so often. Please review, if you don't this story won't go on much longer. I will accept flames, constructive criticism never hurt anyone.

Almost a week later, the Titans were sitting in the common room engaged in various activities. Robin was listening to his music and deafeningly loud volumes. Beast Boy and Cyborg were attempting to kill each other in a video game, Raven was reading and Starfire was trying to make a friendship bracelet.

It was late in the evening and it was storming outside. They were about to go to bed, when the television screen turned into a video doorbell, showing Thyme standing outside the entrance to the tower.

"Can I come in?" She said, leaning on the door. Cyborg quickly opened the door and told her how to get to the elevator.

When the elevator reached the common room they were all waiting anxiously for the door to open. When it finally opened they saw her, leaning against the wall, give a half hearted wave and grin.

"Hello, again." She tried to walk out into the hallway, but succeeded in falling forward into Robin's arms.

"Let me help you." He said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder so that he could support her weight. They walked over to the couch, where she proceeded to collapse in a muddy heap.

"Dude, are you gunna be ok?" Beast Boy asked, looking her up and down.

"I will be."

"You wanna clean up? The bathroom is down the hall, I can show you…" Ty didn't hear the rest of what he was saying, her world had gone black.

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She woke up in what reminded her of a very dark hospital room. It was clean, sterile, and smelled funny. But it wasn't painted white; the walls were a dark green.

She was clean, she realized, and her ankle had been wrapped. Then she remembered where she was, and gave a small groan.

"You're awake." Robin was sitting in a chair next to her bed, reading a magazine.

"How long was I out?" She asked, rubbing her head, and tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Not long, you came here last night. It's now," He looked at the clock on the wall. "4 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Friend Thyme! You have regained consciousness!" Starfire ran into the room and hugged Thy hard enough that she thought her eyes would pop out.

"Thyme," Robin hesitated. "Raven and I wanted to talk with you about something."

She saw Raven hovering in the doorway, her hood up.

"Oh, yes, I shall leave the three of you to converse on private matters." Starfire left the room, and Ty thought she saw her floating.

As soon as she was gone, Raven closed the door (without touching it) and walked over to where Robin was sitting. "I wanted to talk to you about some of the injuries I found while I was examining you. They were over a week old, and they looked like signs of, well, of…" Raven didn't want to say the awful word.

"I know. Look, I was in trouble a while back. I got stuck with some bad people. I'm away from it now, and I don't plan on going back." Ty interrupted, not wanting to remember where the injuries had actually come from.

"Are you sure you are going to be ok?" Robin asked.

"Yes, I promise, I'm not going back there as long as I live." Ty crossed her heart with her finger and grinned.

"Good." He stood up. "Now if Raven says it's ok for you to leave the infirmary, I'll show you around."

"Fine with me." Raven waved her hand and walked out of the room. Thyme swung her legs onto the floor and attempted to get up, failing miserably when she attempted to put weight on her wrapped ankle.

"You sprained it, pretty bad too." Robin came over and helped her up. "You'll need these." He handed her a pair of crutches. "B wanted to paint them your favorite color, but we didn't know what that was, so we left them alone." He opened the door for her and led her down the hallway.

"For future reference, it's green." She smiled as he led her into the common room.

"I'll remember that." He waved his hand at the scope of the room. "This is, well, pretty much everything. The Kitchen is over there, the living room is down there, and everything else isn't really that important." He took her down another hallway, only a few feet, to a door. "This is your room; we didn't want you to have to walk very far to get to anything. The bathroom is right across the hall."

He opened the door to a large bedroom, with a bed on one wall and a couch on another. There was a floor to ceiling window on the wall facing the door, which had a view of the city. The walls were painted a buttery yellow color, and the bed and couch were a dark purple.

"Thank you." Was all she could say, no one had ever shown her this much kindness in her lifetime. Slade had asked for something in return for his "kindness".

"You can stay as long as you want. We don't mind. If you need anything just ask." Robin left the room and her in it.

"But can I leave if I want to?" She wondered aloud. She looked down at the bracelet on her left wrist. "You have caused more trouble than you are worth, did you know that?" She asked it, shaking her wrist in a vain attempt to remove it.

There was a knock at her door. "Come in." she yelled, flopping down on her couch.

"Hey, felling better?" Beast Boy said as he took a seat next to her.

"Eh, could be worse." She looked down at her ankle, and sighed. "I guess I won't be able to walk for a while."

"Kinda obvious." He said, looking down at the floor. "I was wondering, do you know anything about video games?" He blushed and looked at her.

"Like what?"

"I dunno, what about galactic racer 3000?"

"I love that game!" She turned towards him, and began to perk up. "I reek at it, but it's so much fun."

"Cool, you wanna go play a few rounds?" He gestured towards the hallway, and began to stand up.

"Sure, but I think I'll need help getting off this couch." She giggled and took his outstretched hand. "Thanks, now, lead me to the games!"

A few rounds of racing turned into several hours. It was the first time Robin, or any of the other Titans, had ever seen Beast Boy skip a meal. The two of them barely came up for air. All the Titans heard were the yelps and screams from the joy and sorrows of racing games.

Raven walked by and pointed out to Thyme that she should probably elevate her foot. Thime put her feet on the coffee table and mumbled and "Ok."

After both of them had worn their hands raw at the controllers, Beast Boy stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "You hungry?" He asked, opening the fridge.

"Sure, whacha got?"

"I could whip up some tofu." He grinned, expecting her to "eww" at him.

"Vegetarian?"

"Yup."

"My foster mom was a vegetarian." She grinned, "But she never ate tofu. Hated the stuff, wouldn't touch it."

"Really, I like it." He took a bite the size of his head and walked back to the couch. "Besides, what would you eat if you didn't like tofu?" He brought her some popcorn and a glass of soda.

"Wanna make a bet?" She asked, "I bet you that I could make ten, totally vegetarian meals, without using tofu."

"It can't be done."

"Give me a list of the things you won't eat, and I will feed you ten meals that follow it, without using tofu."

"If you can't?" He raised and eyebrow at her and didn't see Robin and the others walk in the room.

"I will eat ten tofu meals, cooked to your specifications. But," It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "If I can, I get carte blanche."

"Wha?" He asked, completely confused.

"She gets what she wants, when she wants it. Carte Blanche is a blank check." Robin crossed his arms and sat down next to Beast Boy. "So I take it you are staying for a while, if you plan on cooking for a bet."

"I guess," She blushed. "I need to let my ankle heal before I go anywhere."

"Speaking of," Raven cut in. "You should probably get some real rest. Like sleep."

"Can I at least help clean up?" Thyme didn't want to sleep. In sleep there were dreams, and dreams brought nightmares, and nightmares meant him.

"Clean what?" Cyborg asked. "All you two did was plug in an extra controller, big whoop."

"Raven's right Ty. You should probably get some sleep." Beast Boy stood up and yawned. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your room, mine is right down the hall anyway."

"Thanks." She said, standing up from the couch and grabbing her crutches. She wasn't ready to face the dreams she would enter when sleep finally overcame her.

When they reached her bedroom door she turned to go in, two fears fighting with each other. The fear of her dreams, and the fear of a man in her bedroom were deciding which had more control over her next actions.

The fear of sleep won. "Beast Boy," She called down the hall at his diminishing figure.

"Yeah?"

"Would you… Come talk with me for a while… I don't want to go to sleep just yet." She looked down at her feet, and thought He must think I'm afraid of the dark or something.

"Uh, sure." He walked back, and came into her room.

You will learn, I know how to ruin fluff very well. BWAHAHAHAHA!