I have decided that Physical Geography is simply not worth the attention, and to read fanfiction in this Tuesday-Thursday class, heh. And during student work, too! And you know what? I found it to be more fulfilling this way.

Edit: That's why you didn't have a 4.0, you lazy twit.

I guess I should tell you about my delay, but later.

So, for lunch today I – Wait, I'm getting the feeling this is like, my personal...lunch diary, now. Oh well. =3= I had steamed rice and cake, anyways. Nothing special, but oh so very delicious. And there are the untold wonders of dinner I am yet to discover…

Also!

Thank you all so much for the great reviews. They're extremely helpful!

Edit: Yes, they are. They're helping me through these miniature edits. Also, I am so sorry about the commas and overusing the same words to start my sentences. To the 27k viewers of this fic, I apologize.

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Robin looked around, moving his head only a little. He was certain the log had been Beast Boy, since it had changed in his hands. Now, to find him. The Boy Wonder felt awesome after free-falling fifty-some feet, diving into a perfect-temperature, natural pool. He hadn't felt this... Passionate, he supposed, since the last time he worked for Slade. But this passion wasn't malicious – it was delicious. He felt good – really good – from that huge adrenal rush. Maybe giddy was the name for this bubbling, free sensation. A smile crept onto his face, and stuck, as he continued looking around. Finally, he saw a round head of matted-down, wet hair, and a pair of green eyes. He waggled his fingers at his teammate.

"Did I scare you?" he teased lightly.

Beast Boy glared at him, but only softly. "No."

Robin turned in the water, kicking underneath his body and swaying his arms to stay afloat. He gave the green boy a quirky look. "You suure?"

Beast Boy splashed at him, playfully. "Yeah!" Robin splashed back, fanning his arm out to make a big, but slow, splash-wave. The changeling morphed into a dolphin. With a loud, 'thwack-sh!', a big splash nearly got Robin in the face, but he dove under the water. Beast Boy returned to a human state, and yanked up his loose shorts. He looked around for his teammate, laughing eyes glinting in the moonlight. Suddenly, a hand wrapped halfway around his calf, near the knee, and yanked him under. He yelped in surprise, but didn't change forms this time. Before he went under, he sucked in a half-lungful of air.

He loosened up, and let Robin drag him deeper into the water, holding his breath. Due to extensive self-training, he could hold his breath practically as long as David Blaine. Robin pulled him down, grabbing his shoulders until they were face to face. Robin might've had his eyes shut, but Beast Boy could keep his eyes open underwater without any problems. He stared at his leader, and almost lost his partially held-breath at the face.

Robin's eyes were squinted, and he could probably kind of see in the water. But, his cheeks were puffed up – like a squirrel with a full mouth. His chin was only a tiny stub, and Beast Boy's face lit up in a huge grin. Some bubbles escaped from his mouth, but he'd still be good for another minute or three. When he noticed the red tinge on the other boy's cheeks, Beast Boy wished he had a camera. There would never be a funnier face made by the usually tight-lipped leader.

For a few moments, the green boy patiently stared at his puffy-faced leader. The Boy Wonder could not take it, and swam to the surface, bubbles blubbing and trailing out in large quantities. Beast Boy followed, swimming almost lazily in the water. It felt warm now. As Robin gasped for breath, Beast Boy chuckled, and a fish darted by. They had been moving slowly for only a few moments, and the fish felt safe enough already to start swimming around them again. Very obviously, it was a low-trafficked area.

"Phew!" Robin exclaimed, after a few lungfuls of air. "How long can you hold your breath, Beast Boy?" He used his hand to cut through the water and turn, feet kicking under him. They were near the middle, and the waterfall roared heavily in their ears. Robin swam closer to the shore, where Beast Boy was already headed.

"Dunno, six or seven minutes, sometimes eight with a good breath." Robin's eyebrows went up, impressed. He could hold his for maybe four, on a good, deep breath. With no prior activity. At all. BeastBoy was about five strokes ahead, and the black-haired boy paused his strokes for a moment, watching the younger one. He hadn't realize BeastBoy was in such good shape.

Such soft skin, he recalled, and watched a slim, strong arm rise from the water. Eagle-sharp eyes noted the discoloration, even in the darkness and wetness. Even though he hadn't...seen… The boy in quite a while in a tee shirt or any short sleeves, now that he considered it, he knew for fact that in his human form, Beast Boy did not have stripes. Of any kind. Nor was the hair on his arms thick enough for such a strong discoloration.

He started swimming again picking up the pace. Robin had the memory of an elephant, and quickly, his brain pulled up as many images and memories as possible, trying to refute the thought that BeastBoy didn't have stripes. It couldn't. All the memories had the same picture – a clean, unmarred sheet of green skin. Stripeless.

Robin watched his friend carefully, trying to see the stripes again. There! - Just for a moment. He was certain of it now. Maybe Beast Boy's powers had changed? The stripes could mean he was sick, perhaps? Maybe it was a rash, from being outside. Robin had some cream antidote for the plants of the island, some homemade from the natives, and some from the mainland, tucked in small vials in his backpack.

Beast Boy stopped, close enough to the bank that he could stand on a slippery, algae-and-pondgrass covered stone near the edge. Robin stood on it, and his pale, white shoulders began to dry above the water. With a cock-eyed stare, he asked Beast Boy why he'd stopped.

"Eh," Beast Boy fumbled. He couldn't get out of the water here. Suddenly, a blackish-brown glump burst through his pale yellow feelings, and spattered everywhere. He couldn't let Robin see his ritualistic markings. That would be more than slightly shameful. "I'm gonna swim around some and stuff."

Robin's pleasant mood dimmed. Just a few moments ago, the teenager had been laughing and smiling and whatnot. Now he seemed dull and lackluster and depressed.

"Hey now," Robin said, taking a tone he'd heard Bruce use tons of times when he was younger. When he'd get depressed about his parents. "C'mon, you were happy just a minute ago. Let's go back to camp and eat some of those sweet berries you found earlier."

"Nah," Beast Boy said. He couldn't think of what to say next.

Robin reached out for the changeling, but the other boy didn't see him coming under the water. BeastBoy winced at his touch, even though it wasn't strong. Instinctively, he flinched away, and Robin's fingers clamped down, out of pure reaction, around the forearm.

"Hey!" BeastBoy exclaimed, trying to work his way out of his leader's grasp, too frantic to change forms. Unlike during a fight, his privacy was at stake. The possibility of his personal life being invaded panicked his mind, and the psychotic self-loathing side of him went crazy with fear. Irrationality took hold, and he just kind of swatted and flailed at the taller adolescent.

Robin, surprised by the sudden, huge jump in defense almost made him let go, but he didn't. Because Bruce told him once about something, like how when someone who has full capability to get away and can't... Well, there's something wrong. If you let it go, they might never confront it, and that could be dangerous – for you and them. He remembered that small speech had taken place after Alfred's nephew died.

So he held on, and when BeastBoy realized he wasn't going to let go, he yanked away, hard. Robin simply went with the yank, and used an almost childish 'hug' technique that was more useful for briefly holding a villain (Usually while Raven bound them in a cocoon of energy). His feet slipped along the bottom of the rock, and squeezed, his arms wrapped tightly around the green boy's torso. BeastBoy's arms were unmovable beneath the stony arms, because he was bounded now at the elbow.

"LEMME GO! STOP!" the smaller boy shouted angrily, and a slaught of birds that had been roosting shrieked and fluttered away. Robin stepped to higher parts of the rock, until he was only hip-deep in the water. "Lemme GO!" The water seemed darker, BeastBoy's feet kicking furiously in an attempt to be freed.

Robin had a nervous anger in his stomach, because something had gone wrong, and he knew it had gone wrong, and he had to know now. On the other hand, the thought of what his mentor had once said flashed through his mind and worried him. Damn his curious mind.

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Anyways, so here's a rundown of my week last week (and my lateness excuse. =C)

Edit: Excuses are for wimps. You'll learn.

-Firebreathing, mind-controlling algae

Okay, those were hard.

-The basic history and interpretation of modern philosophy, including regions of various religious and educational text

-Chemistry

fffffff- Three exams and four quizzes in these alone this week. My brain is friiiiiiiieeeeddddd. On the bright side, my grandma sent me a box of candy and CrackerJack, and... Then my favorite (and only happy part of my week, besides reading [anawesomereviewers'] freakyprincess' RedXxRobin fanfiction... Well, I'll tell you in the next chapter, and you won't be nearly as happy as I was. :)

Edit: Ooh. I'll have to read them again. And I miss care packages. I should make one for my stepdaughter.