[I don't own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story besides Billy Numerous' family]

Elliot Matthew Knight sat alone on a bench in Paris, France. After running for awhile he realized he had nowhere to go without teleporting, and subconsciously chose the one place that felt like home to him.

Elliot sat in a garden, struggling against tears. He felt like he'd been crying forever. He looked up at the abandoned mansion in front of the garden, all worn down and empty. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on his shoulders before sighing deeply. What was he supposed to do now? He had made Billy a promise, and Elliot was never one to go back on his word. Either way, Billy was his best friend. Even if Billy hated him now, he had to go back for him. He had just had to get his thoughts in order first.

He loved William Strayer, loved him more than he'd ever loved anything or anyone before. It was scary to say the least, to be so connected with someone to know that if you lost them you'd fall apart. He knew Billy could do better though. He wanted Billy to be happy much more than he wanted his own happiness. Not to mention the fact that he was pretty sure Billy only liked him out of pity. He couldn't deny he felt...something, in the barn with him, but Billy was simple minded. He was probably fooling himself into thinking he liked Kyd.

Kyd was torn between sinking into the ground or just flat out screaming as he saw some happy generic couple walk by the bench he was on. Kyd reached into the inside of his shirt, pulling out the pendant necklace he kept hidden beneath. It was Billy Numerous' symbol that he wore on his chest, Billy gave it to him a long time ago as a promise. He had to go back, knowing Will he was probably worried sick. Elliot stood up, mouthing a quick goodbye to his old home one last time before teleporting back into Alabama, America.

When Kyd opened his eyes, he was in Billy's room again. Everything about it was now haunting though. The whole room screamed William Strayer, and he couldn't do anything but lie on the bed and cry into the sheets. Why...Why couldn't he be like everyone else? Why did he have to be him? Why couldn't he be straight?...or born a girl?...or just not exist at all? Kyd cried until he felt like he couldn't cry anymore, all the tears had drained away what little emotional energy he had left as he eventually cried himself to sleep.

Meanwhile William was downstairs scheming away. They only had three days until Christmas, and in that time Billy was going to show Kyd just how much he loved him. He was never one for words, so his actions would have to do. Billy refused to just leave things as is, he couldn't take all this pining and fear and worry anymore! He'd gathered his siblings into the living room, all of them laughing and giggling and making fun of the poor boy. Finally, Billy had had enough.

"Now ya'll listen up!" he yelled seriously, everyone immediately stopping their teasing. Billy only ever yelled or got serious when something big was happening.

"I know ya'll think that this something to be funny about, but it's not! I...I love Elliot, okay? I wanna make him happy, wanna show him I can be everything he wants...And I need your help. Ya'll don't gotta help me but...I'd sure appreciate it...I-" Billy said, more serious that anyone had ever seen him. All seventeen of his younger and older siblings, cousins, and other teenage and child family members immediately paid all their attentions to him. Finally one of the young twins spoke up above everyone else's silence.

"Oh shush up and just tell us the plan already ya dingus!" She yelled rudely, reminding Billy way too much of Gizmo.

Billy smiled widely as everyone else agreed to helping him. After telling them his plan, he set on his search to actually find Wykkyd. The family helped him, hunting up and down the outside and inside of the house until Billy finally entered his room. He found Wykkyd sleeping with tear tracks still drying on his cheeks, breathing shallow and empty. Billy had never felt so terrible in his life, but Billy wasn't one to pity his feelings and instead made them better. But Wykkyd at least deserved an apology, even if he was sleeping.

Billy made his way over to the still unmade bed and sat down next to wear Eliot lay on his side, facing the wall. Billy raked his hands through his hair one last time from nervous habit, trying to gather what to say.

"Wyk...Ellie...I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry...You and I both know I'm no good with words unless I'm positive ya ain't listening to 'em...I love you Kyd-kat...I really do...Your my best friend, ya been there for me in my worst times and made 'em better...I wish you could just see that...I wish you could open your eyes and see what I see. I think it's that dang hair of yours actually. You're...you're beautiful, and talented, and smart...way smarter than me...you can light up a room when ya smile so pretty...ya know I used to think you weren't half demon at all. I thought you were really just some angel tossed out of heaven, you was just too scared to admit it...Ellie...I couldn't ever imagine my life without you, or with someone else...You mean the world to me...I just...I just want to make ya happy...I want ya to feel loved, 'cause that's what ya are...Loved so much. I'm sorry I did this to ya...I just seem to screw everything up don't I…? I guess I'll let ya sleep Ellie...just...I'm sorry….I really am." Billy said quietly, his voice more articulate than it'd been in ages. His voice wavered from up and down, joking to morbid. After a few minutes of watching Elliot's chest slowly rise and fall, he stood up and left the room to let him be.

Little did Billy know Elliot wasn't asleep at all, he was always a terribly light sleeper. He was woken up by the creak of the door when Billy entered. He still felt terrible, but listening to Billy had slowly made him feel better. This time he knew Billy wasn't in love with him out of pity or remorse, Billy had no idea he was listening to him so what he said was completely truthful. Slowly as Billy spoke, Elliot's smile grew more prominent as a single tear rolled down his chalky cheek. Not out of sadness, not even close, but out of relief and happiness. A while after Billy had left, Elliot finally lifted himself up off of the bed and pulled himself down the stairs. Knowing Billy, he probably had some elaborate stunt planned to make up for what he'd done.

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