Garfield gazed out of the window forlornly, wishing his parents were with him. The private jet was currently crossing over the Atlantic, above cloud level. There wasn't really anything to see, but the boy didn't care.

"You alright, Gar?"

The eight-year-old turned to see the co-pilot, a close family friend nicknamed Radar, glancing at him through the opening in the cockpit. Marie and called in every favor she could to get Radar and his buddy to take him across.

"Please Radar!" Marie pushed Garfield forward, like the deal was already set. "I'm sorry I can't explain, I'm sorry this is so demanding and sudden, but you need to get my son to the states."

"Marie, what is going on, nothing ever shakes you!" Radar pointed an incredulous finger at him. "And… and he's green!"

Garfield could hear how much it was killing his mom to plea, to beg like this. "Radar, he's in danger and I can't… I can't protect him."

"I'm fine, Radar." Garfield sunk in his seat, self-conscious now that Radar was staring at him. "I'm just… thinking about mom and dad."

Radar nodded sympathetically, knowing how close the family was, unlike his own divorced version. "Don't worry, that boat ride will only put them a day or so behind you. And your mom's old actress friend's picking you up, Rita Farr, right?"

"Yeah." Garfield couldn't really be excited. He had no clue who Rita was, though he'd seen a picture, and his mom always told him stories about them when she was an actress. But he didn't want Rita whoever, he wanted Marie and Rick. He wanted his toys, Monkey. He wanted his home.

He thought back again, just like he had been for the last three hours, to his parents right before they left him with Radar.

"But I wanna stay with you!" Garfield clutched his dad's shirt. He didn't cry, he was eight after all, and he'd cried too much already, but something in him was breaking, telling him he needed to stay with his parents. He didn't want to let them go away, not after seeing that scary scientist after them. And what if they got caught? What if he couldn't protect them? What if he got caught, and his mom and dad couldn't save him? "I'm supposed to go on the boat ride with you!"

"We're just being cautious Garfield." Rick knelt down to his son's level, looking him firmly in the eyes. "The fact is, you're our son, and these people know where we're going. They want you, not us. So as your parents, we want to protect you, Gar. You need to take this flight over, and then we'll meet up with you as soon as possible."

"What if I hid in the trunk? Could you take me then?"

Rick smiled, loving his son's innovativeness. "It'll only be a day more, much sooner than when I make my big safari trips, eh?"

Garfield bit his lip, looking down. He knew he couldn't change their minds, they were his parents after all, they were always right. Still… "I'll miss you, I-I don't want to leave you guys!"

Gar heard a strange sound and looked up, freezing at the sight. His dad was crying. Dads… dads don't cry, they are never supposed to cry. His dad never cried, even when they lost an animal or when Marie had had a miscarriage two years back. "Garfield…" The green boy thought it strange that, though he could see his dad's tears, he didn't sound like he was crying. "Garfield, I'm sorry this is happening. We don't want to leave you either." He wrapped his son in a huge bear hug; it felt so strong, so safe. "I promise, we'll be back with you as soon as possible."

He pulled up and stood back, not looking his son in the face as tears continued to stream. Still Garfield refused to cry, he couldn't cry, he had to be strong. His mommy and daddy needed him to be strong. And suddenly Marie was there too, and she was crying even harder than his dad. "We love you Garfield." Her voice broke at the end. "We love you so, so much. I'm sorry we need to leave you, I'm so sorry…"

"I-Its okay mom…" Garfield hugged her as tight as his dad did him. "I know you don't want to leave, but-but you'll come get me as soon as you can, I know that."

His mom was sobbing. His mom was sobbing and his father was crying too. She pulled away and kissed him on the forehead, tears still leaking. "We love you Garfield, you know we love you, don't you? No matter where you are, no matter what you are, we love you."

"Y-Yeah," Gar couldn't see his them anymore, his vision had gone blurry. "I love you guys too."

Marie stood shakily, gently turning and pushing Garfield towards Radar, who was waiting at the base of the jet. "Alright, hurry on. The sooner we go, the sooner we'll see one another again."

Garfield sighed wearily, wishing he had something else to think about. No doubt about it, this had been a horrible day. But maybe… Garfield glanced over to the pilots, who were contacting the Fawcett City airport command center. Maybe after Rita picks me up… and mom and dad come… He smiled, seeing the first silver lining of the day. Maybe I can go see Miss Martian and Kid Flash and Robin again! Yeah! I bet if anyone can help us, they can! With this resolve, he turned back to the window, patiently waiting until they would pass over land, and eventually land in Fawcett International Aiport.

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Marie was dreaming, she hadn't dreamed in a very long time. In the dream, she saw Garfield, surrounded on all sides by dark shadows that seemed to come out of a giant stream of light. She called out silently as her boy ran from the figments, shouting where he should run and trying to get to him so she could protect him. But in the end, a shadow grabbed him, a huge dark claw wrapping around his waist and dragging her baby towards the giant stream of light. She couldn't cry out to him, no matter how hard she tried, but she could hear him. "Mommy!" He started to cry in the shadow's grip, eyes both helplessly pleading and accusing to her very soul. "Mommy! Save me! Mommy!" The shadows started to chuckle, slamming their fists against the ground to produce loud bangs that startled her baby all the more. Reaching out a hand to him, she realized that her hands were now being wrapt with shadows, shadows that continued to drag her away. "Mommy!" He cried out again. "Mommy, mommy, MOMMY!"

"GARFIELD!" Marie started from her miserable sleep, gasping for air. A dream, a nightmare. She could still hear his desperate cries, the banging of the shadow fists… wait. She got up, realizing that banging was real. And she paled as she realized just what the banging was; above deck, there were shouts and gunfire.

Gunfire.

They'd been found.

"Rick!" She called frantically, realizing her husband wasn't in the small cabin with her. Rushing to the door, she found it blockaded from the outside. Someone wanted to keep her in, wanted to keep her away from the fighting. Protect her. "Rick, answer me!" She banged against the door, fighting to open the flimsy doorway blocked by several boat tools. "Rick!"

The gunfire was slowing down, and within a few seconds more, ceasing all together. Marie stopped pounding against the door, suddenly filled with foreboding.

Calm, calculated steps began to grow steadily closer. Marie backed away from the door, eyes scanning for anything within that could be used as a weapon. A sudden, pulsating blast slammed against the doorway, and the veterinarian had to shield her face from the sudden onslaught of debris. When she finally took her arms away, she found Bialian soldiers coming towards her, rifles at ready.

In all honesty, it would take more than guns to scare the woman who married Rick Logan, but before she could retaliate, they had brought her down, holding her arms in a vice like grip that demanded she move where they wanted her too, else the pressure would snap her ulna.

Thrusting her in front of them, they marched her up to the deck, where she had to turn away at the blinding sunlight. As one they knocked her off balance, throwing her to the boat floor. Vaguely she heard a muffled call of 'Marie!'.

"Ah, Mrs. Logan. So good of you to… join us."

The woman looked up, defensive anger hardening her features. Before her stood a pasty white man, the hood and strong sunlight obscuring most of his features. Turning away from the slight form, her eyes scoured the deck, searching for Hutchison, the captain, her husband. There were at least three bodies lying deathly still on the deck, only one of them Bialian. There were bullet holes on the ground, in the walls and rails, not to mention the telltale scorch marks made it look like something had begun burning but had been put out on the far side of the deck. At last she found the remains of the crew, all encircled by various Bialian soldiers, guns trained on their panicked forms. Admist them, one of the men was clutching his leg, blood dripping out despite the effort to stop it. "Rick!" She called out, horror struck.

"Mrs. Logan, now really isn't the time for dramatics."

She turned to face the pasty man again, seeing as he was the only one acknowledging her. "I won't even try to be cute with you, just tell me where Hutchison is so I can cut him a new one." The man chucked quietly, the action irking her on even more. "Is the coward hiding? The scum won't even make an appearance as he tries to tear my family apart?"

The man came closer, and with a start Marie noticed a strange pink texture hiding under his hood. She had a brief thought to what it could be but… it couldn't be. "You misunderstand me, my dear. Hutchison is no longer apart of this. I have taken over management of locating your son."

Marie glared fiercely at him. "I'll tell you nothing."

His grin turned into a smirk. "I expected as much, but you needn't worry. For you see, I already know."

She turned towards her husband, horrified.

"Oh no no no. I have much less blasé means of gaining such information." He turned away, walking towards the military boat that was anchored to theirs. "I believe we have a plane set for Fawcett City to apprehend. Move out."

As one, almost eerily in sync, the soldiers withdrew back to their own vessel.

XXX

P'Simon turned to the final soldier to cross. "Is it done?"

"Yes, sir." The man stared at him with an unusually blank expression, nothing more than a puppet.

"Good." He glanced back to the boat, watching the woman who was making her way to her husband. "Let's not take any chances, hmm? Once we're out of range, fire our missiles at it."

"Yes, sir."

XXX

The moment they were free, Marie rushed back to her husband. "Rick! Rick, are you hurt, what happened?"

"Marie, I heard what he said to you. But I swear I never told him!"

Marie frowned back towards the receding boat, the still able crew helping up the injured. The strange pink substance she saw atop his cranium causing a sick shiver to run through her. "I think I know, but it doesn't matter, we have to get to Garfield!"

The captain came over, his eyes looking a little wild. "Mr. Logan, you and your wife must get to the life preserves immediately!"

Rick turned to him, eyes wide. "What's going on now?"

"They've jammed the transmitter, and broken our navigation system! I can't control the vessel! It's heading us down the wrong course; we'll be swept over in rapids in a matter of minutes!"

"Captain!" A shorter man looked at him wildly, panic stricken. "They've cut off our life boats!"

Rick clutched his wife to him, feeling her tremble as they thought the same thing: they weren't going to make it to Garfield.

"Captain! The military is firing at us from the rear!"

The Logans turned to see that he spoke the truth, the captain let out a string of profanities, trying to get his terrified crew under control. From aboard the deck, they watched as a heavy artillery was positioned towards their ship, locking on them.

Marie watched, numb with shock, as the missile shot towards them. All she could think of was her beautiful, little green boy. Whom she and Rick only wanted to protect. And now, they wouldn't be able to protect him any longer. She clung to her husband, her sons smiling and carefree face echoing through her mind. "Garfield…"

Then the missile hit.

XXX

P'Simon smiled in satisfaction as the boat exploded, the remains heading for the unforgiving rapids that would surely chew up everything beyond recognition. Turning back to the pale faced captain, he focused back on their goal. "Get your commander on the line, we need to set up a welcoming party for Garfield Logan."

Guys… I swear I'm not normally this angsty. But, in Wikipedia, BB's parents really do die via boating accident, so I just took boating accident to a whole new level… you might want to read some fluff after this, just to feel better.

Now that Beast Boy's a character, hopefully I can tag this story with him soon.

:D Please review! I wanna know what you think!