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Today I think about the first time he kissed me. It runs on rewind in the back of my mind. We had been sitting alone and I had been healing some wound of his when he leaned over and kissed me. It felt good and it was easy. So instead of killing him when he had pulled away, I had pulled him back. I surprised us both by doing that.

I'm in the mood to do something good and easy right now. It's mid-afternoon, he should be free; I knock on his door. He doesn't answer.

But a perky brunette does.

"Hi!" She grins at me like we've been friends for years.

"…Hi…is Beast Boy home?"

She giggles, "Nope! Garfield went to get some water."

Garfield? I look her over. She's wearing one of his shirts, and not much else.

"Okay." I turn and walk away.

She calls after me, whoever she is, to ask if she should tell 'Garfield' that I'm looking for him. I don't answer.

I go straight to the garage. Cyborg will be there, but he already knows, so I can act however I please. I get there and see he's working on his baby. There are parts all over the floor. Perfect.

"Anything in here I can break?" I ask.

He looks up from the engine, "Um…that carburetor's shot."

Without another word, I crush it with my powers. It's not enough. I pull it apart, piece by piece and crush them all individually. I crunch them all together until they form a ball of ruined carburetor. That's better.

"Something wrong?" Cyborg asks.

He's nice enough to give me something to destroy. He gets the truth.

"There's a girl in Beast Boy's room." I tell him.

I almost add the fact that she's in his shirt and she has the gall to call him Garfield. It took years of living together and working as a team before any of us knew his real name. This little harlot uses it like it's her right. My anger reaches out and throws the ruined carburetor ball against the far wall.

"He cheated on you?" Cyborg sounds angry too. I appreciate the brotherly concern, but I set him straight.

"You can't cheat on someone you never dated." I say.

My anger fades and reason starts to return. I'm not Beast Boy's girlfriend. He hasn't made any commitment to me. He should be able to do what he wants.

"So he's cheating on this other girl with you?" Cyborg ventures.

I hadn't even considered that.

My anger flares. Tools start to hover above their boxes. Cyborg puts his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. It doesn't work very well.

"Hey Cy! Have you seen…" Beast Boy appears at the door and notices me, "Rae! Just the person I'm looking for! We've gotta-"

As he steps into the garage the tools go flying and stop just short of his green neck. I feel like screaming, so I do.

"HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN THE OTHER WOMAN?"

Beast Boy looks confused, "How long have you been what?"

I make a screwdriver press against his throat. "How long have you been using me to cheat on that girl I found in your room?"

"You think I'm cheating on Shannon with you?" He asks wide-eyed. "We went out to lunch, today, that's it."

All of my internal organs drop along with all the levitated tools. I have no idea what to think.

"She was wearing one of your shirts."

"She's what?" Apparently this was news to him.

"Nevermind," I say. "You aren't dating her?"

"No," He says, and despite being threatened by me a few seconds ago, he reaches forward and grabs my hand. "And I won't date her, if you don't want me to. That's why I was looking for you."

For whatever reason, I do not want him to date her.

"She's waiting for you." I tell him instead.

"I know. I gave her some lame excuse about water so I could come find you." I hate how serious he is. "She kissed me and while it's nice to have a girl want to kiss you, I knew I had to talk to you about it. So, say the word and I'll send her home."

I wanted her gone the instant I saw her. "Do you like her?"

"Yeah," He admits while fighting a grin, "I like her."

I decide that he should always have a grin on his face. I squeeze his hand and let go.

"You should go bring her that water." I turn my attention to putting the tools back in their cases. I refuse to look at him.

"Are you sure?" Beast Boy asks.

"I'm sure you'll get lucky, based on what she was wearing when I saw her."

"Okay."

My back is turned and I hear him leave the garage. I stare at the cement floor.

"You alright?" Cyborg asks.

I forgot he was there. I blush and reach for my hood, but all I touch is air. I left my cloak in my room. One less thing for Beast Boy to pull off.

"No."

He looks at me with concern, "Wanna talk about it?"

What's to talk about, I wonder, you saw it all, "No."

We stand awkwardly, until Cyborg reaches for one of his newly returned wrenches. He holds it out for me.

"Wanna help me fix-up the T-Car then go eat our weight in waffles?"

"Yes, please." I take the wrench and we get to work.