Terra Beastboy...

Mesa back on a brand new mission. So, stop collaborate and listen! Naw, not really. I just wanted to say... er... type that. Well, anyone who thinks my work is any good, take a look at LegendMaker. Her stories are the reason I'm any good. Nightlark helped out a LOT when I first got started. Pickles12 spurred me on to finish my stories. So, this whole story? Dedicated to the three greatest gals on fanfiction. (Don't kill me for that...)

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Terra's Cave...

The girl in the statue stood silently. What the green boy at her feet, weeping, didn't know, was that it was a torrent in her supposedly frozen mind. All he could do was repeatedly say sorry and how he loved her.

"All I wish is to see you come back... with your memory... it hurts without you now...," he sobbed.

Garfield, I wish I could come back too. I'm stuck in limbo. I want to leave here... if only to see you one more time. What I would give to be with you, if only for a moment.

"I just wish I could've stopped Slade before you had to gamble your life and lose it... It's all MY FAULT!" Garfield shouted, picking up the nearest rock and chucking it at a stalactite. The sound echoed through the cave, going on forever, it seemed, til it finally hollowed out.

Please... Gar... I hate seeing you like this. Your anger... for something I should've been able to do. For what I didn't do. Please...

"But... when it comes down to it, we all screwed up. I want you to know, though, that I didn't tell Robin. But I'm sorry that I couldn't stop you. You wouldn't 've ended up with Slade," he said, tears welling up again.

Even if you did... I wouldn't care anymore. All I want is you.

"I know most of the team has forgiven you. Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, of course. Raven... I haven't asked her. But I have a feeling she has," Beastboy said, smiling slightly.

The whole team could want me to burn in hell for all I care. I probably don't deserve their liking me. I know I don't deserve your love.

"I'll always love you, Terra. Whether the team does or not. I do. I would die... if only just to see you... alive once more," Garfield said, leaning against a pillar, his eyes puffy and red.

As I did for you. But I am still alive, if only barely, in your heart. I don't care how corny that sounded, it's the truth.

"I've looked everything to find out how to revive you. I've stolen several of Raven's spellbooks. I've hacked in Cy's computer. Hell, I borrowed a couple of Starfire's books. All for nothing. Not one of them gave me anything!" Gar said, angrily.

Don't waste your life on me! I'm not worth your time. I hate that you're doing this to yourself. Find another girl! Leave me to stay here... Just don't forget to live.

"Lately, though, the team's been raggin' on me about my behavior. Raven's more irate then usual around me. Starfire always seems sad when she sees me. Cy's almost scared to be around me. Robin... well... is Robin. You can figure his reaction," Beastboy said with a sarcastic chuckle.

Blind fury, I take it? Threats of being kicked off the team? What?

"But I don't care anymore. I just care about you," Beastboy said.

No! You have to remember all the things that were important to you. Remember your family! Remember your friends. Please... don't do this to yourself!

"Ah... Beastboy... back at Terra's grave, are we?" A cold voice echoed out.

Run!

"What do you want, Slade?" Garfield demanded.

To kill you and the Titans! So RUN!

"To merely forewarn you. I intend to initiate a Titan's hunt, and I want my prey to be aware of me. But, with your seeming mental relapse, I doubt that the others will believe you. So, why not make it more fun? Torment you, and then take out the Titans. How is that idea?" Slade replied, his lone eye peering into Beastboy's very soul.

You bastard! I'll bring you down again!

With Terra's overwhelming anger, powers began to reawaken. But it would take time for her to be able to focus.

"I'll put you back in hell!" Beastboy roared, turning into a tiger.

Slade pulled out something he had never used with the Titans before. His broadsword. A weapon he had often used in his mercenary days. Now, he felt it necessary to bring it out once more.

If I myself am reduced to rubble, it will be a small price to pay for what you're doing!

Slade slashed across BB's chest as he soared above him. Did the Changeling care? Hell no. He turned into a Grizzly Bear and swiped at Slade Wilson. Slade replied with a punch straight to the face. Beastboy staggered back, then changed into mouse. He darted under Slade and turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex, catapaulting Slade into the rockface.

I'm giving it my all!

Then, as soon as the merc hit the rockface, it began to shake. And shake. And shake. Beastboy whirled around and saw it. The golden glow. It surrounded Terra's being. The entire cave began shaking horribly.

"What is this?" Slade asked himself. Then he, too, saw the glow, "so Terra has awakened. This is Operation: Market Garden all over again."

Beastboy barely noticed Slade leaving. He was focused on Terra. Tara Markov was awakening from her catatonic state.

Then he noticed that the shaking was only increasing. He turned into a dragon (its possible for him, he just can't shoot fire), and darted through the cave, the statue on his back. But soon, he noticed that rocks were crumbling. Yet he felt the same amount of mass on top of him, just different weight.

He finally managed to stop outside the now collapsed cave. Something, or someone, slid down his back. He turned around and changed back.

"Terra!" he shouted.

"Can't stand..." she moaned, falling over.

He darted under her, cushioning the fall as a Polar Bear. She chuckled lightly, then fell asleep.

So, Garfield Logan lay under the stars, thank whatever force deemed it right for Terra to come back. Terra's gentle heartbeat against his, the smell of her hair, even the feel of her skin, now rough due to having stayed so long in a rock prison, was pleasing to him. Just so long as he had her.

Many say that 'til death do us part' is true. Me? I say that death, real or seemed, can't stop love. It only delays it for a while.