EW! You dirty perverts! I bet as soon as you saw this chapter, you grinned at your nasty little perverted thoughts. You disgust me.

Just kidding. Though, I must admit, there will be a LOT of sweat in this chapter . . . And it's not one of my best chapter names . . .

Ah well, gives you something to day-dream about. Although, I must admit, it's not exactly going to be the cleanest chapters I've ever written *Giggles and watches you perves light up with happiness again*

Seriously people, pull your head out of your dirty pictured books to read the story!

Chapter 16
"Sweat It Off"

"Room," Someone with a clipboard was scanning a paper with the list of prisoners and their cell numbers on it. "43B, on the other side of the-."

"I KNOW WHERE IT IS!" She shouted, suddenly furious because she was know somewhat drowsy. She shook it off, "I know where it is," She repeated more calmly before shoving more people aside, one hand on a slightly aching head, and hurrying towards the other side of the building, where Prisoner Number Four was being kept.

As she drifted farther away from the changeling, she remembered she'd forgotten to tell the idiots to clean him up. Despite his best efforts of trying not to, she was sure (for he would not intentionally hurt himself, he wasn't the type) he was drenched in sweat (Me: Not the sweat part I'm planning . . .*evil grin*) and probably had quite a few bruises around his wrists. She'd forgotten to check for tenderness, but she smelled some sort of flesh rot in the air, however minimal. If a normal human could detect that, it was bound to be bad.

As she thought over these dilemmas, she decided to just let the girl fix him while he was asleep. Number One was sure she'd enjoy being able to do something for the worthless boy until he woke up and they convinced each other that joining the bad side was good for them, and that they would be with their friends. Yes, that is what would happen.

As Number One reassured herself these things, a figure in the shadows that was planting the thoughts in her head smiled.

"Arrogant little brat, you have never been more wrong . . ." The sweet and melody-like voice said from the darkness before it shrugged back into the thickest of shadows and disappeared, it's job done for now.

Number One never doubted herself. It was both strength and weakness within her. Then again, that's what her whole existence was made of.

Meanwhile, Raven had been staring at a wall, with nothing better to do, for the majority of two hours that felt like an eternity as she thought of past encounters she'd had. Mainly, her thought were of green.

Not the color, so to speak, but the person who wore it so well. She smiled slightly at a memory, not caring whether or not her powers blew anything up for once as tears of sadness and joy of having the memories at all fell down her cheeks.

It seemed forever ago, that they were so safe and happy. And within one anothers company.

Raven, feeling like she had nothing better to do, was sitting in the common room reading a book. It was such a thing she always did, and so routine people could almost always find her doing such. Today was a rather different day.

"Yo, Raven?" Cyborg shouted from the kitchen. He only did this because she tended to get absorbed in her books and would have otherwise been unable to hear him.

The witch glanced up from her book, "Yes?"

Cyborg was cooking lunch. Robin and Starfire had gone out, something about patrolling. Yeah, right.

"You mind telling soy-lover I lunch should be ready in about twenty minutes or so? And yes, I did cook his tofu crap, so he doesn't start yelling at me when he comes in here?" Cyborg asked, never taking his eyes of the multiple pans and things that were on the stove.

Raven knew better then to suggest she watch the food while Cyborg got his friend. Everyone knew that even Starfire was a better cook then Raven. The girl (and Beast Boy had never let this go, although he snorted every once in a while when she got bowls from the counter, receiving glares from the dark princess) had even burnt cereal once, for crying out loud!

"Alright, but why should I tell him twenty minutes before rather then-?" Raven began.

Cyborg gave a wave of his hand. "Dunno, just told me to tell him ahead of time. Could you please, though? Kind of got my hands full over here."

Raven stood, closing the book in hand. She already knew what page she was on, her need for bookmarks had been discarded long ago. "Sure, but may I ask why you cooked tofu for him? Didn't you swear you'd, and I quote 'rather die a thousand deaths then eat one bite of that crap'?" Her brow rose.

He gave her a glare. "He's been busy, and the guy's my best friend. Now stop stalling and go!"

Normally Raven wouldn't have been pleased with him for shouting at her and then ignoring her as he continued cooking. But for some reason Cyborg had been agitated lately (it could be because Starfire had gotten some Tamaranian food in his car . . .) but she decided if he wanted to talk, he would. So she shrugged it off and headed for the room she found Beast Boy's essence in. Anyone watching would have seen her appear confused.

"What's he doing in the weight room?" She muttered to herself. As she approached, opening the door, she felt like that was a dumb question. That did nothing for the shock she felt after seeing what he was doing. Not to mention the condition he was doing it in.

Everyone knew Beast Boy's favorite thing was to fly. Second was to run. Third was playing video games and such. Well, at least Raven did. She wasn't sure about everyone else. He was currently doing his second favorite on the treadmill. Raven had normally seen Beast Boy in animal form while running, since he couldn't run as fast as human. She'd never really seen him work out without being in some sort of animal form. She couldn't help but stare in surprise.

Beast Boy was just Beast Boy, running at a surprisingly high rate that was far exceeding anything Robin or any of the other Titans (whose powers weren't running a.k.a Kid Flash/ Mas y Menos) could ever achieve. That, though odd in itself, was not what had shocked her. No, not in the least. Her friends ran on that thing all the time when training. No, the thing that made her stare was entirely different.

Beast Boy wasn't wearing a shirt.

Thankfully, he hadn't noticed her yet, and she pulled her hood up quickly with her powers. "Uh," was all she managed out. Beast Boy though, having seemed to be thinking about something, turned in surprise.

"Oh, hey Rae, what're you doing in here?" He asked, still running. The sweat from his probably long work out (since he hadn't been seen for hours) was not glistening off his also surprisingly well-toned upper-body. But it wasn't overly done, for Raven thought it unattractive when people tried way too hard to show off huge muscles they loved more then anything else (Me: *Cough* *Cough* ADONIS!!!! *GAG*). Beast Boy was . . . oddly attractive. She forced her eyes not to widen again and was glad that she'd had the sense to put her hood on before speaking.

"Uh, C-Cyborg sent me to tell you that lunch would be ready in about twenty minutes, and yes, before you yell at him, he cooked your vegetarian items as well." Raven repeated the message stoically, praying her stutter went unnoticed.

Beast Boy's brow rose, "Seriously?"

Raven shrugged in response. "I'm just the messenger."

Beast Boy grinned at her joke and hit the off button on the tread-mill, and it slowed to a stop. The half-naked boy threw grabbed a fresh towel from the arm of the machine, wiping most of the sweat off his face. He began heading towards the shower-room that was just used to rinse until you could take a real shower. Raven stood awkwardly, unsure if she should leave or not. She heard the sounds of running water and had decided upon leaving when-.

"Oh Rae, forgot to ask you." He said after a few minutes. The water squeaked off, and Raven could vaguely, and with a slight blush on her face, hear the sounds of Beast Boy redressing himself. Raven waited impatiently as Beast Boy came out, a new towel running through his hair. Raven noted he still didn't have a shirt on.

"What, Beast Boy?" Raven demanded, watching with mild discomfort.

The boy grinned up at her, approaching until he was only a few feet from her, the towel dropping to the floor before saying, "Am I really that hard not to stare at, or were you just quiet for like, five minutes because you didn't want to interrupt my training session?"

Raven's eyes visibly widened before narrowing. "I was not!"

"Was too!" He accused, laughing at her outburst. "I heard the door open Rae, then I started counting seconds. It wasn't Cyborg, he's too loud. Only you. I counted three hundred and twenty seven seconds so like, five and a half minutes actually!" He shouted, his grin broadening at the new revelation. "Geez Rae, never took you as the type."

Raven's eyes were narrowed, and under her hood, Beast Boy could not see the blush covering her face. She flicked her hand forward and black energy knocked a still laughing Beast Boy into the wall before stomping out of the room. Cyborg, through out lunch, had noticed Beast Boy watching Raven with a smirk on his face the whole time, and any time the empath glanced up from her book, his smirk widened, and he occasionally winked at her before eventually, having no idea what was going on, Cyborg watched Raven shove herself to her feet, proclaim herself no longer hungry, and left the room.

"What was that about?" She'd heard Cyborg ask, trying to recollect herself outside the door.

"Nothing. Just Raven trying not to be excited again," he answered. Raven knew Cyborg probably didn't get it, but she did, and with a growl, she headed towards her room in a fluster, the image of Beast Boy shirtless still imprinted inside her mind.

Raven shook the memory off. Beast Boy, to her surprise, had not told a soul about Raven's obvious staring, as she'd expected him too. In fact, he hadn't said a word about the whole incident since, which in itself was shocking. That kind of blackmail . . . she shivered at the things he could've done with it.

And yet he'd done not a thing. The memory had taken an hour to recollect perfectly.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open, and her body turned in the direction of it. She said nothing to the intrude, looking at them blankly at without so much as the slightest bit of hatred in them at all. No, it was . . . it was more like compassion. The intruder bared their teeth at her from the obvious look.

"Your idiot," She practically spat the word, "has been having a tantrum for the past three hours. And he won't shut up about you!" Ella reached down and grabbed Raven's arm tightly, forcing the purple-haired female onto her feet. "He's been sedated for about an hour now, it shall be your job to clean him up." The child snapped, pulling her towards the door and leading the profoundly confused empath down the hallway.

"C-Clean him?" Raven stuttered, "What do you mean 'clean him'?"

Ella paused, giving her a dry look that said 'Wow, you really need me to tell you?'. "The sedatives have not done much to calm his body, so to speak. He's still been fidgeting and moving around constantly. So, he's sweating and bloody. Bloody because he hurt himself with those handcuffs we had to take off. I'll supply you with things to clean him up in sleep, but otherwise, you're on your own with the boy." They began walking again, Ella with a very painful grip on Raven's arm so as to keep the girl from trying to escape. "It'll also be your job to stop him from further harming himself. Or, in your terms, calming the shape-shifter. He has had to have been moved to a bigger cell as well."

"By bloody you mean . . . is Beast Boy okay?" Raven asked worriedly, trying to gain a hold on what was happening. It was all happening way too fast. And that 'it' that was happening, she wasn't even sure what it was!"

"For the most part," Raven then noticed numbers on the door. She began hearing muffled cries and rustling, then noticed a group of people rapidly approaching as Ella sped up. 52A. 53A. 54A. 55A. 56A-. "Ah, here we are."

The door was closed, and upon approaching, a man opened it for them. Raven stared at the darkness, her eyes adjusting, before she saw a man injected something into somebody with a lithe, but muscular form. Her eyes widened as she saw a single fang in that person's mouth.

"Beast Boy!" Raven shouted, trying to run towards him and get that man away from her friend. The man with the needle eyed her warily before releasing the rest of the medication inside of Beast Boy and then heading towards Ella. Currently, she was the only thing stopping Raven from getting to Beast Boy as she had a vice-like and extremely and unimaginably painful grip on Raven's wrist. But she hardly noticed. All she saw was how still he was.

"Here," Ella said, bringing her over and throwing her down to the floor. Raven groaned as a bruise on her rib flared up, but otherwise made no protest as she began rubbing her wrist, trying to get the circulation back in it. Ella pointed to a closet-looking door. "Any supplies you'll need are in there." She said, and to Raven's surprise, she saw her handcuffs disappear and that Beast Boy (despite claims of movement) had not been restrained to begin with. "Scream if you need anything."

And then she left, leaving an utterly confused Raven alone with Beast Boy. After a moment to compose herself, Raven carefully crawled over to her friend and placed a hand on his head, instantly snatching it away and heading to the supply closet. She opened it and found many wash-clothes, a few towels, bandages, gauze, two pitchers of water, a bowl, and other multiple items that she didn't care for. She grabbed the wash-cloth at once though, wiping Beast Boy's sweat off of it.

She looked back at him, frowning. "If I had my powers, I could just heal you," She muttered, unhappy with their situation. But, with a sigh, she threw some wash-clothes on the floor next to him, the bowl, and the pitcher. She then shut the door and went back to her friend, who, to her surprise, was now muttering in his sleep. But she had no hope of understanding him, and so did not attempt to.

Raven touched the pitcher, putting a finger in it to see if it was hot or cold. It was steaming. She guessed the other one had cold water. Raven went back to the cabinet and her suspicions were confirmed. Cold. She picked it up and proceeded to dump that in the bowl before dipping the cloth in, squeezing it to get the extra water out. Gently, she began dabbing Beast Boy's forehead with it, getting the sticky and dried sweat off. Her friend was still moving slightly, twitching and fidgeting everyone in a while. Raven paused, trying to think of how she could calm her friend. His fidgeting was a difficult task in itself.

"Beast Boy," She said quietly, stroking a hand through his moist hair. "Beast Boy, come on, you're okay. Ssh."

Very gradually, he began to calm himself. Raven could even see a small smile on his face as he drifted off into a better form of sleep. She allowed herself a smile of her own. "That's a good boy," she murmured, picking the small towel back up and running it over his hair to get the sweat off of their too. She was surprised to see it only along his face and head area.

Raven then, wrapped up in her thoughts as she 'cleaned' him, had a bit of a flashback as she thought over Ella's hurried words on the way here.

"Your idiot has been having a tantrum for the past three hours. And he won't shut up about you!"

'My idiot?' Raven thought, pausing once again as she examined the sleeping boy who she'd become very close to over the past year. "What would you want so badly with me, Beast Boy?" Raven asked, more to herself then him since he wasn't exactly in any condition to be talking. Another thought ran through her head.

"So, he's sweating and bloody. Bloody because he hurt himself with those handcuffs we had to take off."

"Handcuffs?" Raven gently picked up her friends wrist in her own, nervous as to what she might see. She did see a few tears in his costume, but . . . Beast Boy wouldn't mind if she took a look, right? She lightly touched his sleeve, getting ready to pull it up. He began fidgeting again.

"Ssh. It's alright Beast Boy," Raven answered calmly, as if routinely now. He stopped as she began pulling up his sleeve and she gasped at what she saw.

"Y-You're hurt." She whimpered in disbelief, shocked. He already had purple and blue bruises starting up along a perfect line of where handcuffs would have been on him. But it looked like there had been other attempts to restrain him, because there were handcuff-lines on his forearms as well (she'd pulled the sleeve up to his shoulders). Raven felt weird almost undressing her friend, but she had to see where all the cuts were so she could at least clean them up and bandage them.

"Okay Beast Boy, hold still," she whispered, beginning to lift his pant legs. Thankfully, the bruises didn't go anywhere past his ankles, and she quickly pulled his pants back down to his knees rather then his thighs.

"I am so glad you're asleep," She muttered, truly relieved that he didn't know what she'd been doing. She took a step back and frowned worriedly at all the injuries he had. "Gee, you were busy."

Raven headed back over to the cupboard, grabbing the gauze for some of his cuts, the bandage wrap to keep the bruises from hurting too much, tape, the hot water, and another bowl. Everything took two trips to get. She pushed the tools she'd been formally using away so she wouldn't get them mixed up but kept the bowl within reach in case Beast Boy started sweating again.

"This is easily the weirdest thing I've ever done," Raven told him as she began cleaning his cut. He flinched and began groaning, moving again. Raven felt very sorry for him, he'd probably been punched with enough drugs to keep an elephant down for days. And it was only going to last a couple hours on him? That was something to think about.

As she finished on his ankles, she began wrapping the bruises up, taping the bandages on so they wouldn't fall off. Then she rolled his pants back down and began working on his arms.

"I just wish you'd wake up so you could tell me you're okay," She said, stopping to look around the room for a clock. Raven found none. "How long have I been doing this anyway?"

Answer: Two hours.

A loud groan pulled her attention back to him. This was not that, 'I'm-in-pain' groan she'd gotten earlier. This was a 'ow-what-happened-and-why-do-I-hurt' groan,

"Beast Boy?" Raven placed a hand on the side of his face, not realizing she was on her knees in between his legs. Her hood was down, at the moment. It'd fallen off in the run she'd made to get here (Me: Run, dragged, what's the difference?) and she hadn't bothered to put it back on. She had no urge to do so at the moment anyways. She stretched out and snatched the warm cloth, lightly dabbing at his face with it. "Come on Beast Boy, wake up. Beast Boy?"

She received another groan and some movement of his head, as if he wanted to go back to sleep. Raven frowned at her idea. But he had wanted her.

"Beast Boy," this time her voice was less hurried, more relaxed. "Beast Boy, it's Raven, come on, wake up."

This time, she got more of a response and placed her hands on the side of his face, angling it towards her. His eyes fluttered open very slowly. "That's it Beast Boy, stay awake for me."

"That's it Beast Boy," Raven's sweet voice was saying into his ear. Everything was so fuzzy it was hard to tell where it came from. "Stay awake for me."

For her? He'd do anything for her. Staying awake would be easy! But as he struggled to get his vision straight, he found that it was not so easy.

"Ow," he moaned out, feeling the pain from his arm and torso. But it wasn't as painful a wake-up as Raven had expected.

Raven sighed in relief, "Oh geez Beast Boy, you scared me. Alright, come on, stay up, I don't want you getting a concussion now."

Beast Boy's vision allowed to him to realize Raven was walking away from him, and allowed his eyes to lazily follow her. "Ra . . . ven?"

She smiled at him, or so it seemed, for she kept blurring in and out. "Yep, it's me," She replied, turning away and grabbing some supplies from some sort of shelf. Her voice became a little more serious. And, what was that, sadness? Regret? "You've been drugged with a lot of stuff that puts you to sleep for a while. You should feel a little drowsy, I expect but," She'd been headed over to him. Now she was kneeling next to him again, some sort of cup in hand. "Here, drink this. I put some sort of 'energy pills' that were in the cupboard in it. Come on, open up. I won't drown you." She assured him, and so he did.

The cool liquid that washed inside his mouth was very soothing, and he soon tasted the dissolved pills sweet-bitter tasted. He apparently made some sort of face at them, and heard Raven sigh.

"Yeah, I guess they aren't exactly tasty but, you should feel better soon." Then, more hesitantly she added, "Uh, how are you physically? I mean, you had a lot of bruises for the struggling . . . and I'm guessing your shouting must have hurt your voice a little . . ."

His eyes snapped open at that and he stared at her. "Y-You heard me?"

Raven shook her head before holding the cup in front of his mouth again. "No, now open up again." More funny tasting water washed into his mouth again, but it wasn't as strong this time. "I didn't hear. But Ella . . . Ella told me you were, um, looking for me. Or something like that."

"S-She did?" Beast Boy stuttered, after swallowing. Raven nodded, look away from him for a moment. Then he realized he was oddly cold and had sores around his ribs. He flinched, and she looked back at him.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked at once, examining his face carefully so he would be unable to lie to her.

"Uh, just my arms . . . and my ribs. They hurt a little."

"But nowhere else?" She asked hurriedly. He shook his head, and she very looked relieved. "Oh, okay, well, uh, I guess I can see why your arms would hurt." Her eyes averted back to the space he'd been looking at and he followed. His eyes widened. So that's why he was so cold.

"Uh, I had to . . . they put me in charge of you, so yeah, I, um, did the best I could but since I couldn't heal you, um, yeah." Raven was now looking at her lap, sitting cross-legged next to him.

"Oh, well . . ." He looked at his arm. His wrists were patched up, and even his ankles, he could feel, had bandages upon them. He also felt really clean around his neck and such. Raven had been . . . oddly thorough, as she normally was. But for him?

'And she'd of had to undress him a little to find all the bruises . . . oh my god.' He thought, trying to keep his face cool. He saw Raven had a hint of red in her cheeks. 'She's blushing . . . holy crap, what did she mean by 'looking for me'? She knows I was screaming for her! Oh god, what did she think of him now-?'

"Uh, do you need help with your other bruises or . . .?" She left the question for him to finish, still looking away. Her hood still wasn't up.

'She still wants to help me?' Beast Boy thought, surprised. "Sure! Since, well, you did such a good job on my other ones Rae. I mean, I can hardly feel 'em! Heh heh."

"Oh, well . . . okay."

Raven began wrapping his arms, already free of the blood since she'd finished that process earlier. "So, you're okay though, right?" He asked. "I mean, well, I am obviously pretty banged up but I don't know what happened to you so-."

"I'm fine, really. Just a little tired." She replied, moving so she was on his other side and beginning to wrap that arm. She eyed him disapprovingly. "Why did you do this?"

"I . . . I needed to make sure you were all okay." He answered, coming up with something that wouldn't embarrass him and proud of it.

"And me? Why did you want me?"

Oh, and there went that whole 'no-embarrassment' thing. He took a deep breath, "Well, I care about you. I figured the others could take care of themselves. And don't get me wrong, you can to I just . . . wanted to make sure and all."

Raven inwardly froze at his answer, not sure what to make of it. He cared about her? How much did he care? Did he-?

"Thanks Rae," He said, interrupting her panic attack. Raven had realized she'd just finished putting the tape on.

"Sure," She replied. Then her eyes narrowed again. "What do you mean you hurt your ribs? Doing what?"

"Uh-."

"Let me see."

"How very dramatic of you, Robin," the owner of the eyes that pierced the darkness replied as they came out of the shadows that had now been, for the most part, doused, but it was as if they knew where they would remain and stood just at that spot for their own dramatic effect.

"Please, who are you?" Starfire questioned, looking them over as her tears evaporated, the only emotion to replace it was wonder. "Why do you come to seek us?"

"We've been trying to help you," the second, a male said. "And, well, do you want or names or the whole-?"

"We don't have time," The female sighed, looking up from her watch. "Look, we're friends of Ella's. Normal Ella's. From the future."

"We're the Teen Titan's successors," the male added, looking at the shocked faces of the partial team. "We came to help you."

"Someone messed up the time-frame, after stealing Tamaranian and Earth technology-."

"-Combining the two-."

"-And Ella sensed it because she's already been in the past-."

"-But whoever messed with the time frame messed her up too-."

"-So her powers have changed, and her mind went blank when we came here."

"She doesn't even remember her name!"

"So, without further ado," the girl said, kindly. "We shall reveal to you that you have messed up out time-frame as well."

"Apparently," The male said, frowning. "Where Ella originally came from, before coming back to you all for help, she was the only Titan kid."

"But, well, apparently she made you all a bit . . . subconsciously anxious," the female said, with a flinch. "Ugh, this is so nasty."

"But anyways, there are about five of us now, if Lucy decides to join," the male replied, giving a dirty look to the female, who was now snickering. "So, including Ella, we only have five people in your time dimension."

"I'm-."

"Yours," The boy interrupted, pointing at Robin and Starfire. "She's yours."

They were silent. Robin looked like he was going to pass out. First Beast Boy and Raven, now them too? Cyborg looked like he wanted to laugh though. And really laugh too.

"W-What is you name?" Starfire asked, staring with her emerald eyes. They could not deny the similarities within the girl's features. Starfire's hair but a mix of the red and black, making a sort of burgundy coloring. Robin's skin color, Starfire's odd coloring of green in her eyes that seemed to have hints of blue inside of them. She also had that arrogance Robin had about him. There was no way of getting around it. She was theirs.

"Whitefire," The girl replied, smiling. "Well, in human translation at least. I can't pronounce it in Tamaranian."

"Oh," Starfire said simply. Then Cyborg cut in.

"And you are?" Cyborg asked, looking at the boy.

"The name is Hex," The red-haired boy replied, with a grin. "Can you take a guess whose I am?" They were silent. They had no idea. "Aw come on, who hexes things and who has red hair?"

Robin's brow rose, "Jinx and Kid Flash?"

"Bingo!" Hex replied, grinning. "And, well, we have other friends here, as I'm sure you're aware of." The boy began counting on his fingers. "Let's see, the blond one you saw is named Lucinda, or, well Annalexia. It translates into two things on this planet, her name is very unique. And that black haired boy, his name is Mason. And you already know Ella so, yeah, that's our team."

"Mason is Aqualad's, by the way." Whitefire added. "And, Starfire, please don't get mad, Lucy is Blackfire's."

They flinched, waiting for her to scream. She did not.

"But, Blackfire doesn't have blond hair," Cyborg said, remembering the black haired and not pale girl. "And, she's not that discolored."

"Plus, Starfire exiled Blackfire from Tamaran, so, how is Lucinda from it?" Robin asked, getting confused.

"Okay, so obviously, the person who Blackfire banged-," Hex began.

"Hex!" Whitefire hissed, glaring at him. "Please, can you for once not be nasty? Once?"

"You don't have Starfire's accent," Cyborg said. "No offense Starfire."

"None has been received, friend. The statement is true."

"Well, I was born on Earth, so I never picked it up," Whitefire explained. "But, anyways, back to Lucy's birth. I'll tell it, since Hex can't be appropriate." She snapped, glaring at the boy who simply grinned in response. "Lucy's father, who is in fact married to Blackfire, though, she hasn't mentioned his name, is blond. And pale, like her. And his planet, which is not Earth, by the way, is kind of far from Tamaran. But anyways, Lucy asked that she be able to come back to Tamaran after running away, don't ask why though, we don't know either, and Starfire's er, well, you remember your nanny, right Starfire?"

"Do you mean my k'norfka?" Starfire asked.

Whitefire nodded. "Yeah, him. He's still large and in charge. I've got to visit him before too, if you want to know. But anyways, he allowed it. Lucy was kept away from any technology though, to contact her parents and such. And she easily stood out from everyone cause she totally, like Blackfire, did not stand in with the crowd. But she was okay with that, and never let it bother her, really. Then, she was put to training in war and stuff, and she was really good at it. So, when that guy stole the technology to make the time travel device, even though she was an outside, people accepted her cause she can fight real well."

"So now she's here," Hex interrupted, having looked really bored throughout Whitefire's explanation. "She joined up with us to get our Earth technology back."

"And Hex is hoping she joins us cause he's got a crush on her," Whitefire added with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, sure- WAIT!" He shrieked, realizing what she said. "I do not like her! She's like, freaking albino!"

"Ah, so you're just racist?"

"Shut up, Whitefire." He grumbled, plopping to the floor. "So yeah, that's what happened. And now, we've got to destroy this place, get the technology back in one piece from both of our planets, and get Ella back to her normal state without getting caught."

"Sounds fun," Robin commented. "And who would be the leader of your team, exactly?" He questioned, wondering who he'd picked.

"That would be Ella, cause her and Mason are smarter then us," Hex replied lazily. "And Whitefire's second in command, Mason third, and I'm the last resort if we can't find anyone else." He said, almost proudly.

There was a long silence.

Starfire coughed, "Please, I am unfamiliar with his time of traveling, what technology has this thief stolen from my home planet?"

"That's a long list."

Haha, oh shit. I didn' realize how long this freaking chapter was. I'm sick, and my laptop is evil, so I was momentarily locked out of the internet. So, I just wrote it all on word and then pasted it into a document on fanfiction. I was like, oh, okay, maybe, eh, five thousand words. At most? Yeah, no. Try 6,131.