Zomg, it has to have been at least a month. Two months. Three? Wait. No. Seven. I miss this story. ;-; Working 40 hours a week and maintaining As is harder than I remember.. *misses summer and living on campus* On the...flip side, I do have all As at the moment, and I have somewhere to live until March 8th, at the very least, so, uh. I just really hope I can get back into the... the mojo? Jojo? Of this fic. On the bright side...I have all As, yay?

Edit: Deleted the previous chapter, you're welcome, it was stupid.

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Raven stared out of the jet window absently, clouds flying past her eyes as fast as thoughts flitting in her head. Her hood was down, and red hair was splayed in a wide semicircle from her shoulder to her breast. The Tamaranian breathed softly as she napped. After much persuasion, Raven had made the alien sit next to her, insisting that BeastBoy sitting with Robin would be more appropriate for many random, ill-thought out reasons. The purple-haired girl sighed, using her free arm to pinch the bridge of her nose. She had no idea what to do. Starfire seemed hopelessly clueless as to where she stood with Robin, and even more jealous that "that little green hoofenstil!" was spending so much time with him.

Oh, and Raven knew way too much about BeastBoy, and secondarily, Robin. Well, she couldn't exactly tell him she'd invaded his mind, even if it was for a possible greater good - because it was only a possibility. In the end, she'd ended up less knowing what she should do, rather than having a better idea of what needed to be done. She shuddered, remembering vaguely the illness the memories had given her, and felt a searing, quick pain explode in lines all over her. She clenched her fists. As an independent, smart woman, social science wasn't a strong point, and she was feeling helpless outside of a stupid love… Unfinished triangle with broken lines and gnarled edges. She looked over her shoulder, towards the back.

Green fingers were intertwined with pale white ones, and a calloused green thumb gently stroked the white thumb. BeastBoy stared out of a small window near his seat. Robin's cheek was squashed on an ungloved hand, staring at the lower corner of the seat in front of him. He was dressed in a set of scrubs that were kept for emergencies on the plane. He was semi-coherent since they'd left, but wouldn't talk more than four or five words at a time, and usually only to the shapeshifter. Indigo eyes studied him for a moment. He looked up, and her head flicked front and center.

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Cyborg yawned as the jet sailed smoothly into the hangar. He'd spent the last few hours in a locked cockpit, webchatting with his girlfriend. Even though he'd been a little occupied the last date-time, she'd totally understood, and agreed to go on a date with him this week. She'd even given him a little show promising what he might see later that week. He grinned at the memory, as the cockpit door unlocked and slid open. He frowned at the sleeping crowd of people, and proceeded to leave the jet. And then rock it as best he could without damaging it – which was actually pretty hard, since the custom-made jet was made of only the finest materials in the world.

Not fifty seconds later, four well-shaken, ruffled-looking teenagers tumbled out of the jet. Cyborg, feeling his job was done, dialed Titans East and clunked off. He could use a good recharge, and maybe a round of Call of Booty: Modern Whorefare before he hit the sack. Maybe Speedy and Aqualad would join his team and they could get higher Pimp-stige...

Starfire looked out of the corner of her eye enviously as Raven pulled her into the tower. BeastBoy was getting something out of the cargo compartment, and Robin was waiting on him. Robin used to wait on her. Her ears flushed with emotion, and then the door cut off her line of sight.

"Come on," Raven said, tugging the orange arm lightly.

"It's not fair!"

Raven's face didn't change, and she tugged Starfire to the hallways. "Come on. We'll sort all that out later, okay?"

"What do you mean?" Starfire asked, annoyed, "I want to know now. Why is he so... Sticky to that little green booger? Why did he sit with him? Why won't he see me? Why will he talk to him and not me!" A green bolt shot from her hand into the wall.

Cyborg immediately poked his head out of the gaping, smoking hall. He opened his mouth to shout, but glowing, angry eyes snapped the jaws shut and he retreated.

Raven spun and looked at her.

"You need to calm down and sort out your thoughts. Look," Raven said, staring firmly at the redhead. The other girl turned her head, and the glow left them. "Look," Raven reiterated.

"If you sort everything out, and try to come up with an argument instead of," Raven looked at the still-smoking, brand-new doorway, "Instead of arguing with all this extra rage, it will be more effective."

The glow faded, but Starfire's angry expression did not.

Raven pulled her along, towards their wing of the tower. "It'll be easier to think it all out. Plus, Robin's probably beyond embarrassed – you know he can't handle looking weak, and that spiderbite pushed him to rock bottom. He couldn't feed himself, communicate, and for the first day, couldn't even walk."

Starfire frowned deeply, and solemnly replied, "You're right, friend Raven. As usual."

"Do you want to meditate with me?" the violet-haired girl offered earnestly. "I think it'll help." The floating alien nodded, but glanced back towards the boys' wing longingly. "Yes," she said lowly, sadly. "I think it will help."

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Robin walked silently next to BeastBoy towards their rooms. They hadn't talked more than maybe 20 words since Robin had been better, and the silence was tense instead of relaxing. BeastBoy stopped at his room, because he had more bags than Robin, and set one down so he could open the door. He walked into the dark room, and set some of the bags down. Robin followed him. Neither of the boys heard the soft, nearly inaudible clicking of two SladeBots as they skittered into the room and hid. BeastBoy turned on a couple of lava lamps, and Robin dropped the bags he was carrying, and stuffed his hands into his pockets. The black-haired boy looked around the room, and the awkward silence... Well, it was awkward. Stiflingly so.

"I, uh," BeastBoy started, "M'sorry." His voice was quiet, and scratchy. He itched at his nose, a nervous habit.

Robin coughed. "Yep."

There was more silence, and BeastBoy sat on his bed, and kicked off his shoes. The Boy Wonder stared thoughtlessly at a lava lamp, hands in his pockets.

"Do you mean what you said? Before you ran off?" he finally asked, turning his head to the shapeshifter.

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Uwahh~~, the end.

Edit: Oh you bloody twat. That was mean. Tweaked! Hope it's enjoyed.