Sorry, sorry, sorry, I wanted to update LONG ago but…my computer broke and I couldn't send and plus I had no idea about what to write next. I also wanted to reply but at where I work the computer just was too out of date and it took forever for it to even upload.

And this just hit me….perhaps this story should have been placed under comics. Well, to tell you the truth. This is how I really wanted the TV show to be like. But this is all fiction right? I can right what ever I want and how ever I want it. So this might not be a problem…but even if it was I just wouldn't care.

Many thanks to Dark Rebel 777, she knows what she did.

Ok same routine Teen Titans and Oliver Queen © of DC Comics. Sandy © of well…I claim her.

Enjoy and please forgive.

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Roy shut the car door behind him and walked to a policeman as he was looking at a green Chevy Impala literally wrapped around a telephone pole. It took him a while to figure out just where he saw that car from before…then it hit him. Sandy's car. He started to get nervous and the officer turned, "Is there something wrong, Son?"

"How did this happen?! Where's the driver….is she ok?"

"We don't interlay know but she had to have been driven pretty fast. But you don't have to be to worry."

"Yeah I have to worry. What hospital?"

"Son, I don't think you can do anything…"

"Dammit, would you shut up! What hospital she's my….mom."

The officer looked a bit shocked, "St. Thomas Moore."

Roy didn't even thank the man he just ran to his car and straight to the hospital.

When he got to the E.R. he walked to the nurse in the office. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah, did a woman just come in…she was in a car accident."

"Yes, are you a relative? We couldn't get any information from her."

"Yeah, I'm her son. Is she going to be alright?"

The nurse didn't say anything…she looked at him in a way that he didn't need her to answer. He knew it didn't look good.

"Do you have a payphone or something?" his voice was quiet.

"Right over there." She pointed down the hall.

"Thanks."

He placed a few quarters into the phone and dialed his home number. Ollie answered.

"Hey, Ol, it's me."

"Roy, are you ok? Where are you?"

"Yeah, I'm at St. Thomas Moore. Sandy got into a wreck."

"What? Is she ok?"

"Don't know…her car's pretty much totaled."

"I'm on my way down there." Oliver said.

Roy hung up and sat in a chair in the corner placing his elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

The same thought went over and over again in his head, 'It's all my fault.'

He didn't know why he was feeling this way. He felt so guilty. He'd felt guilt before, like every one else, but nothing like this. This was beyond words guilt, the guilt that drives most people to drink their lives away, the guilt that drives people to do serious harm to themselves. It wasn't a good feeling.

"Roy!" his head shot straight up and stood up from his chair.

Before he knew it Donna had wrapped her arms around his neck and was hugging him. Usually he would have hugged her back but his arms just stayed at his sides. Her hug wasn't unwelcome; he just really didn't feel very loving.

"Hey, Donna." He said in a quiet voice.

"I was so worried about you, Roy."

He couldn't help but smile; "Now why would you go do a thing like that?"

She stepped back and blushed a little, but didn't answer luckily she didn't have to because Oliver and the others were there now.

"Roy what happened." was the first thing that Oliver said.

"I don't know. I wasn't there when it happened."

"Are you sure?" asked Wally, " Cuz dude you look horrible, course you always do."

Roy balled his hand onto a fist, "For once in your life could not act like a retarded asshole!"

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood!"

"Well, you're not helping!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Oliver had stepped in-between. "This is not the time for you arguing."

Roy walked away to his corner. No one followed.

An hour later a nurse walked into the waiting, "Is a Roy Harper here?"

Roy stood up, "Right here, so is she ok."

The nurse had a distressed look on her face. She barely knew the boy but he was aware that it was hard for her to say the words needed, "I'm afraid not. We've done all we could. We don't think she'll make it through the night, but she wants to speak with you."

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OOOOH, cliff hanger…for the moment. I wanted to finish this story on Mother's day….it seemed fitting.
But O well. I forget to say it but I'd like to thank my mother for believe it or not, helping me with this chapter and giving me ideas for the next.

Review please….o and if your curious about why I'm ending chapters short…I'm just evil like that.