The minute her mother fainted, Coriander jumped up, only to get dizzy. She pressed her palm to her forehead and sat back down, her knees giving out under her. Why was she so tired and sore? The dizziness faded, only to be replaced with a pounding headache. She would have preferred the dizziness to the headache, but beggars can't be choosers.
She gave a deep sigh and winced. She felt sore all over. Glancing up, she spotted Logan and glared. Oh, she still remembered what he had said to her and planned on making his life hell. But she got a good look at his face. He looked so sad, so drained and vulnerable. She had never seen him like this before. Was it because he felt guilty? Something had gone on that she couldn't remember. After the fight with Apollo, her mind was a blank. When Apollo hit her over the head with that damn candlestick, it must have messed with her brain or something.
Her head was still pounding but not as bad as it had before. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead and started to massage them. "Why do I get the feeling I missed something? And, why did my mother pass out?"
Corrie glanced at Rhea, waiting for a reply. Rhea cleared her throat once. Twice. Then swallowed hard. "Coriander…you died." She didn't know how else to say it.
Corrie chuckled. "Yeah, right. If I would have died, then I would be dead now…" Her eyebrows drew together when everyone around her turned tear-filled eyes to hers. "Your serious. I died? But…why am I here?" She groaned. Her head hurt from thinking too much.
"Corrie, child, Rhea and I used every ounce of power we had to bring you back. We could not bear to see you leave us." Kern blinked back tears, surprised. He had not cried since 14 B.C. when his mother died. He had found tears useless, but now, as he watched Corrie, tears seemed to flow. He didn't know what to do, so he just let them fall.
"I brought you back, Coriander, but only you. I could not manage to bring your baby back. I am sorry." Corrie closed her eyes, her head bowed as her fingers pushed harder into her forehead. Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. Her nose wrinkled as the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Yuck.
It would be hard, knowing she would be alone. The fact that Logan would not be there with her was hard, but it had helped that she had his child. And now…now she had nothing. Whoever says life is fair is a maniac. Life was far from fair and right now, the only good thing was…her family.
Her mother's eyes fluttered open and Robin helped her sit up, his eyes worried. "Star, are you o—"
"Coriander?" Her eyes darted to the spot her daughter had been laying and she blinked, rubbing her eyes when she saw Corrie. When she pinched herself to see of it were a dream and found she was awake, she jumped up fast and ran to her daughter, enveloping her in a huge hug that left Corrie fighting for breath. "Mother," Corrie gasped. "I. Can't. Breathe."
Star pulled back, her eyes flooding clear tears. "Oh, Coriander. I thought I had lost you." The minute her mother started to sob, her dad started to cry. And when her dad cried, Starlight started, then Rhea, Kern, Caitlin, Raven, Beast Boy, and Cyborg. Soon she was in the middle of sobbing bodies, and all were hugging her. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic. But immediately, she noticed the only one not affected by the fact that she had died was Logan. He just stood and watched, his face emotionless, arms dangled at his side.
She had thought that her heart could not shatter anymore, but boy had she been wrong. She wanted to be numb, to not feel the agony of heartbreak. She didn't ever want to feel again. So she built a brick wall around her heart, the pain becoming numb as she froze all feeling in her heart. She would become Raven. Well, before she had lost her powers in the wreck that had changed her life forever. No, she wouldn't be like Raven had been. She would be worse.
"I think I'm going to go to my room." Her mother stopped in mid sob at the dullness of Coriander's words. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This could not happen. Her daughter was here, but gone was her personality. And she knew why her daughter had become a young version of Raven. Logan.
Starfire pulled back, running into Robin's back. As the group separated, Corrie made her way through the small space and headed for her room, her steps slow, as if she could care less where she went.
"Corrie, wait." Logan said. No, she wouldn't wait, not matter how his hoarse voice tore at her heartstrings. Damn, if she wasn't careful, he could knock that brick wall down.
She knew he followed, but she would not stop nor look back. She wouldn't even speak to him. God they needed some light in the hallway.
"Coriander, please." His voice broke and she had to stop. Her eyes filled with tears that she couldn't stop. "Logan, don't do this. Please. I can't handle it right now."
Slowly she walked to her room, biting her bottom lip hard as tears fell.
"Corrie." Why was he doing this to her? Why was he making it so hard to walk away?
"Logan-"
"I love you." His voice was weak, strained.
Her steps faltered and she was afraid she would trip over her own feet. Did she hear wrong? Maybe he had said something else, and she had just substituted his words with the ones she died to hear. That had to be it. There was no way Logan loved her.
"Coriander, I do love you, more than I though possible." Okay, so maybe she had heard it right.
"Logan, don't lie to me. If you did love me, you would have never said that you didn't want me."
"God, Corrie, I was scared—"
She whirled on him, noticing how he winced. "And I wasn't? I would have had to raise the kid by myself, without you helping me. I would have had to throw away my future and you were scared? Well, don't worry. You don't have to worry about me, or a baby that you were so worried would ruin your life."
He closed his eyes, pressing his palms to his burning eyes. "I know, Corrie. I know. I also know that you'll never forgive me, and…I just wanted you to know. I never meant what I said, Corrie. I-I wasn't thinking. Well, I was, but only about myself. I wish I never said it. I wish I was there when Apollo attacked you and I wish I would have been the one to die, not you. I was so scared when I found you. God, when I found you, I though I was going to die. Then it hit me how much I loved you and how I couldn't live without you and," he swatted at his tears, wishing he didn't look like a wimp in front of her. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him, just to know what he felt. He knew she would never forgive him, but she had to known what was going through his head.
"I know it sounds like a cheesy romance thing, but I'm dead serious. If …I could change one thing, it would be what I said to you."
Her jaw hurt from clenching her teeth. Damn him for making her cry and damn him for making her hurt so badly. Damn him for crying and damn him because she loved him so much. That stupid wall had already crumbled to nothing more that dust. This none-having-feelings-things was really hard.
"Logan…"
"I am so sorry I put you through all this. I hate myself for it. And—"
"Shut up, just…shut up." She rubbed her head, massaging her temples. She glanced at him and wished she hadn't. He looked as of he was going to cry again.
"Logan, "She said more softly. She panicked when he walked away. Why was he holding his right arm like that? "Logan, wait. Don't you dare walk away from me. Damn you, wait up!" He stopped suddenly and she hit his back. The smell of blood was choking, but before she could say anything, he turned and righted her, his eyes sad.
With a huff, she slapped his arm and he winced again. "Don't do that. You're going to make me cry again. Now, just listen to me." She opened her mouth, and then snapped it shut when she heard someone shush someone else behind the door. She held up a hand and lowered each finger, counting down to one. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. She opened the door and stood back as nine adults crashed to the floor.
Logan watched the grin Corrie tried to hide behind a glare, and his heart melted. He had missed that smile so much that it hurt.
"Come on. I need to talk to you in private." She snatched his hand, dragging him to the laundry room. God his shoulder was killing him. She rammed a fist into the dryer so it rumbled. She glanced at him, then the door and said, "They won't be able to hear us over the dryer."
He said nothing. Why did he have to do that? Now she felt all self-conscious. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
She glared at him. "I swear, if you are feeling sorry for yourself then…" She cut off her sentence with a sigh. "Look, Logan, I'm tired and I don't want to have to stand here and watch you give me those heartbreaking looks. I'm going to bed." She was being a little cruel to him, but after what he put her through, this was a walk in the park.
He grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his left shoulder rather roughly. Her knee made contact with his right shoulder and she could have sworn he stumbled, as if his knees almost buckled. "Hey! Put me down! Logan, where the hell—no, let me rephrase that. What the hell are you doing?! Ugh! One minute your all puppy-dog eyes and now you treating me like a damn sack! And they say women are overly emotional."
"I'm going to make you listen to me whether you like it or not." She sighed. At least she brought out some emotion. But not exactly the one she had planned.
"I've told you that I loved you, and you tell me that you don't want pity." They passed the adults and she threw them 'help me' looks. "I told you how sorry I was, and you tell me you're tired. I have tried almost everything I can think of, and all you do I complain. And I'm sick of it. I'm telling you things that I have never told anyone in my entire life, and your practically making fun of me." He stormed into his room and threw her backwards on his bed. She bounced twice, watching him the whole time with a glare.
He started to pace and she watched until she went cross-eyed. "Logan stop."
"This is my room and I can pace all I want to." He raked all then fingers through his hair, making it stand on end. He was so cute. "What am I supposed to do to make you believe me?" He stopped pacing to kneel in front of her, taking her hands. He started to play with her fingers. "Corrie, I don't know what else to do to prove to you that I do love you. Maybe…there isn't a way. I know you don't believe me and…" Logan made a sound of disgust. "I'm just messing things up."
She sighed. "Logan…are you sure you love me? I mean, think about it. When we were younger, you hated me."
"I never hated you," he said quietly.
"Then why were you always making fun of me, saying that I followed you around like a lovesick puppy?"
"Because I was young and stupid and I was scared, scared because I didn't know what I was feeling towards you, and believe me, it was no brotherly feelings. I thought that if I somehow made you believe that I did hate you, I could somehow get rid of what I was feeling. But that didn't happen, so I just started to ignore you and going to other girls. Problem was, I usually pictured them as you."
She raised an eyebrow. "Me, huh?"
"Yeah. I lost most of them because I called them Corrie."
He sighed. This was going nowhere and he didn't want to keep her up. Was this what he made Corrie feel like when he rejected her? No wonder she had run. It hurt more than any physical pain. But, at the moment, his shoulder was burning as if set on fire.
He stood up. "I'll take you back to your room."
"No, that's okay." He chewed the inside of his lip. Hurt mixed with humiliation. Jeez, he had just told her his secrets and she just plain out said no at him even taking her to her room. But he deserved it. Whew. He was starting to get dizzy.
"I think I would rather stay here."
"What?" Did he hear her right?
"I like it in here. I love the way it smells."
He raised an eyebrow. "You love the smell of dirty gym socks?"
She rolled her eyes. "No. It smells like you."
"And I thought I sounded cheesy." He chuckled when she threw a pillow at him. At least she was here, breathing and acting like she used to before…before he lost her. Maybe he could live with that, just knowing she was there, living and breathing. He might not be the main one in her life, but he would always be there, in the background.
She gave him a mock glare. "I'm serious. It's…comforting."
"Good to know."
She bit her lip, finally noticing his bloodied shoulder and side. "You're hurt."
He glanced down and gave a careless shrug. "No big deal. It just stings, but nothing to worry 'bout."
She slapped his arm and he winced. "Baby."
"Corrie, compared to the wounds you received, this is nothing." Uncomfortable, she tore his ripped shirt and grimaced. "I think I'm going to be sick." Dried blood caked his side but the wound in his shoulder was still bleeding freely.
He said nothing, watching her wrinkle her nose. He needed to get away from her before he passed out. He was starting to see black dots, which was never a good sign.
"I need to get Rhea, maybe…Logan, what's wrong. Why do you look like that? Are you…okay? Logan, are you going to pass out? Whoa, Logan, don't you dare. You're going to make me cry. My God, you're still bleeding. Uh, I'm going to, uh, go get Rhea."
"Your worse than I am about blood." He jerked away from her and disappeared into the bathroom, which Cyborg had just installed last year.
She watched him, helpless, a shard of his bloodied shirt clutched in her hand. She had never seen him look so weak. She then realized her hands were shaking. Suddenly, she heard glass break and the sound of a body hitting the floor and she ran to the bathroom, only to see Logan on his knees, clutching his shoulder.
He glanced up at her with a wan smile. "Damn this hurts," and before he could collapse, face first, she was there, holding him up, the pressure of his body bringing her to her knees. She screamed his name, sobs catching in her throat. She laid him back, searching desperately for a rag to press against his shoulder. Why had she not done something earlier? Oh God, when he threw her over his shoulder, it was this shoulder she kicked. It was her fault. This would have never happened if she had just listened to him, paid attention to his body language, which, she now noticed, had been screaming that he was in pain.
She called for Rhea, her voice frantic. Over and over she screamed for someone to help, ripping the hem of her white robe. With trembling hands, she pressed the cloth to his bleeding shoulder. "Come on, Logan, don't d-do this. Please. Why do you always have to be s-so stubborn? Why couldn't you h-have just told me? Damnit, Rhea!"
She heard someone running into the room, pulling her away and rocking her back and forth, but all she could concentrate on was the thought of losing him.
Starfire smoothed her daughter's hair, holding Coriander tight against her while sobs wracked her body. Cyborg picked up the boy's limp body as Robin ran to call the hospital. A scream sound from Grayson's room and Starfire was torn between her children. Raven took the hint and ran to Grayson's room, trying desperately to fight back the tears the threatened to flow. Grayson's scream obviously awoke the other children in and cries could be heard throughout the tower. Caitlin groaned and ran to her kid's room, trying to calm them. Beast Boy collided with Robin, who was trying to get to his frantic daughter. Without helping him up, Beast Boy ran, trying to find his son.
Kern stayed back, watching the chaos that blossomed in under three minutes. Children screamed, women sobbed, and the men screamed at on another. When the ambulance arrived, the blaring sirens and flashing light were enough to make Kern ground his teeth.
When the gurney arrived with two young paramedics pushing it, they carried the unconscious teen to the ambulance waiting outside, pressing an oxygen mask against Logan's face. With each bump the gurney hit, Raven and Coriander's sobs grew. After a brief argument, Raven was the one who rode with her son, holding his hand while the paramedics inserted an IV.
The minute the ambulance roared away, Corrie burst, catching Rhea under the chin with a fist.
"Why the hell did you allow this? You could've helped him. Healed him. Damnit this is your fault!" After the shock wore off, Rhea rubbed her chin. Corrie came again, fist clenched. Robin blinked, the grabbed his daughter around the waist.
"Coriander, what is the matter with—" She rammed a elbow into his midsection. He hit his knees, gasping. "I knew Kern should have never taught her how to fight." Starfire kneeled down to make sure he was fine, then glanced at her daughter. Corrie launched another hit at Rhea, but she managed to dodge just in time. Corrie's fist hit the side of the tower, and she pulled it out of the handmade crater with a wince. But the pain didn't keep her from following Rhea with fury-clouded eyes.
"You could have helped him."
Rhea ducked as Corrie kicked up at her head. She felt air rush past her head as Corrie's foot skimmed the top.
"Corrie, I never knew he was bleeding."
"You're dead. You're supposed to know when people are hurt. You had fucking magical powers. Healing powers, no less."
"Corrie, I was trying my best to make sure I could bring you back. He didn't act hurt. When we found him, he was fine, just worried about you. No one noticed the he was bleeding. All he could do was talk about you. Then he broke down and cried. No one could tell, magical or otherwise, that he was hurt. He only want you"
Corrie froze, her eyes bright with tears. Her clenched fist dropped loosely to her sides. Head bowed, shoulder's shaking, Coriander cried. Starfire lightly touched her daughter's shoulder, and managed to stay upright when Coriander whirled and cried against her shoulder. "Don't worry, honey. He'll be just fine." Starfire leaned her head against her daughter's dark head. "He'll be just fine."
With a groan, Logan opened his eyes, and then shut them as the morning light burned his eyes. Then, slower, he cracked them open until he could bare the light. Dreary white walls and the smell of cleaning supplies and sickness created him. He immediately knew he was in a hospital. He turned his head to the left with a scowl, only to be greeted with the sight of Coriander curled in a recliner, fast asleep. A green blanket covered her, strand of her hair falling over the arm of the chair.
He smiled slowly, the tried to sit up only to gasp as pain tore through his shoulder. Coriander bolted up, her eyes snapping to him in record speed. They widened, the filled with tears.
"Hey, Coriander, I brought coffee and—" His mother's voice drifted off as she watched him. The coffee and bag she held dropped to the floor as she ran to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried, mumbling incoherent words against him.
"Whoa, mom. What's with all the water works?"
She pulled back and whacked him over the head. "I swear, Logan Dwayne," he winced as his mother said his middle name, "if you ever pull something like that on me again, I will murder you." She hugged him again, careful of his shoulder, then pulled back.
"You were out for an two month, Logan. The doctors said that you lost way too much blood for a human to survive. If you didn't have animal blood running in your veins, you wouldn't be here right now," Corrie said, who was now sitting up in the red chair.
Logan hid his surprise. "Well, I guess now you can't complain about my manners." His mother made a sound between a sob and laugh before hugging him again.
"I'm going to go tell your father." Logan nodded, noticing his mother's stomach. "Someone needs to cut back on the junk food." Raven glared at him, crossing her arms so they rested atop her stomach. "I'll let that slid, Logan. And I'm only big because I have another human inside me."
"You mean instead of dad?" Raven managed to slap the side of her son's head in her shock. "Watch it, Logan. I cannot believe you said that." She walked out of the room, her face bright with a grin. Her son was here, being his normal self.
An uncomfortable silence filled the air when Corrie and Logan were left alone. Coriander cleared her throat, sliding her clasped hands between her knees. "No one can find Aries."
Logan glanced up. "What?"
"After…after Apollo was destroyed, Aries disappeared. Police are searching everywhere, and I was a main suspect for awhile."
"Why?"
"Because I was the last one who talked to him. But, they left me alone after a while when my alibi worked out. I think that…Aries was Apollo. And Thane never remembered touching me. It was as if he was…being controlled. He said that he never even remembered me, much less trying to beat me. It was weird. His sister thought he was delusional and said it was my fault he didn't remember anything. I guess Apollo knew every move we made…he must have had people constantly keeping an eye one us. No wonder I was always on the defensive." She gave him a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. "We missed you at school. You have probably noticed at the balloons and teddy bears. We took home most of them, and now they fill you're entire room and most of mine. You're really loved, Logan."
He gave a crooked smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah. But by the wrong people."
She looked away, towards the window, and watched the rain coat the glass in thin streams. "How do you feel?"
He watched her profile before he answered. "Fine. A little stiff and sore, but other than that, I'm fine."
She was quiet, still watching the storm from the chair. "I didn't tell you earlier."
His eyebrows drew together. "Tell me what?"
"I couldn't…at least not why Raven was here. Her emotions are a little easier to push. She cries constantly. But I don't know if it is the pregnancy that sets her off. Logan…we lost you. Only for about 90 seconds, but your heart stopped on us. The doctors were about to write down the time, but your heart started to beat again. Rhea disappeared on us the minute you…I think she had something to do with brining you back. Logan…Starlight, Rhea, and Kern are gone. We searched everywhere…but nothing. Mom said that when everything was right again, they would return to where they belong. Rhea and Starlight were not allowed to be where they belong until the death of Apollo. Him being here was why they couldn't go on. They were the reason Mom and Raven defeated, well, thought they defeated Apollo. Without them, mom and Raven wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here…you wouldn't be here." She took a deep, shaking breath, still watching outside.
"When they ambulance took you away, I just…snapped. I hit Rhea, hard. Hard enough to knock her backwards. I blamed her for what happened." Her tears started to flow and he just sat there, not knowing what to do.
"I blamed her because I knew that it was my fault. I was the one who asked you to sleep with me; I was the one who threw all sane reason out the door because you had finally noticed I was there. I was the one who fell in love with you when I knew nothing could happen between us and I was the one who let your words get to me. It was because of me that you were hurt. If I had never ran off like a child, none of this would have happened." She glanced down at her hands, clenched so tightly that herscarredknuckles were white.
She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. Finally, she turned her eyes to him. "I'll go call my parents and tell them to pick me up. I haven't been home in weeks and I would love to finally take a bath instead of a shower." She stood up, and stretched her stiff muscles.
"Coriander, I wasn't your fault." She gave him a small, sad smile. "In your eyes, maybe not. But in mine, it is my fault." She sighed and started to fold the blanket.
"Coriander…"
She cleared her throat again and placed the blanket in the wooden closet across from his bed. "I'm really sorry, Logan. This is all my fault and I guess I'll see you later."
"Corrie, please, just," he tried to sit up but ended up in major pain. He fell back, his breathing heavy and his shoulder burning.
"Jesus, Logan, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She was next to him in record time, glaring while she fluffed his pillow so he could sit up the best he could.
"You would think my shoulder would be healed by now." He muttered as she tucked a stray hair behind his ear.
"They had to do two surgeries, Logan. The last one was only two weeks ago. Now, please, don't hurt yourself more than you already have."
He grunted. "So now this is my fault."
"The fact that you rode in on your white steed in shining armor to save the damsel in distress is your fault. If you would have stayed home and brooded, then this would have never happened and—"
"And I would have lost you." She glanced up at him with shocked eyes then lowered them quickly to smooth out his covers.
"Since when do you hide from me?" He asked, amused. Corrie backed up when a nurse came to change his bandages and make sure he didn't pull the stitches in his side. The nurse, no more than 25, blushed when he grinned at her. Corrie's eyes narrowed dangerously. "He's only 17. Don't get too attached." The nurse glanced at him, then at Corrie, and lowered her head, finishing her job. She scattered as fast as she could, trying her best not to touch Corrie as if she was a plague.
Amused, Logan raised his eyebrows high. "Green is not your best color, though I have to admit that it goes well with your eyes."
She turned the glare on him. "Shut up, Logan."
"Can I ask a question?"
She tucked her hands into the pockets of her hooded sweatshirt. "What?"
"Where do we stand?" Corrie bit her lip, rubbing her scarred wrist.
"I…I don't know. After everything…I just didn't know what to think. I still don't."
He sat up slowly, wincing, but managed to sit straight. She raised an eyebrow. "Why not just use the remote. It would have adjusted the bed so you could have sat up."
He looked so sheepish she had to laugh. "Guess my brain cells are still trying to wake up."
Coriander sobered immediately, picking at the cuticle of her nail.
"I still love you." She kept her eyes lowered. Jeez, she was not a weakling. She could, and would, fight this head on…though she had no idea what she was fighting.
"I know. My problem is…I'd be so afraid that I would let myself free to be hurt again. I'm not strong, Logan. You may never see my cry, but I do. I might seem like some…alien or something, but I feel like everyone else. I …can't take much more, Logan. It's not just about what happened before. My pain goes way back. I've never said this before but… Remember when you forgot my birthday? I think I was…14 maybe? I remember. It had hurt so badly and your mother, God bless her, made it look as if you bought me something. She tried to forge you handwriting, but not even the great Raven could manage it. Do you remember that stupid paper cutter thing my mother loved with the wolf carved in the hilt? Well, I was stupid and snuck off to the bathroom with that stupid thing in my hand, and I just…I don't know. I panicked the minute I slashed my wrist. I grabbed a towel and sat there sobbing, wondering how I could be so weak. It hurt… You know, I didn't even want to die, it was just…bad thinking. I though maybe, if I did something really stupid and rash, you would notice that I was there. Whew, boy, that was the stupidest thing I have ever done… And Raven was the one who found me. I made her promise she would never tell. She was so torn. She wanted to tell my parents, but I swore that I didn't mean to. I told her everything. That was why she gave you that lecture.
"God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. I just…don't want to be hurt again." She grabbed a elastic band from inside the pocket of her sweatpants and pulled her thick hair into a low ponytail.
"I need to go."
"I wouldn't hurt you again, Corrie, not after I know what it's like to not have you. I don't want to lose you again, Coriander. It was hard enough knowing that you would never forgive me after I said all that and I never had a chance to say I was sorry. You were dying and I couldn't help you. I couldn't make the bleeding stop, and you wouldn't answer me. You were dying on me and you thought that I didn't want you. You died thinking that I didn't love you." He didn't even bother to try and stop the tears.
She sunk down in the chair, pulling her legs to her chest and laying her head against her upraised knees. She watched him through watery eyes as memories flashed through her head like a silent movie. "I remember now. I remember thinking I was going to die alone. I just wanted you there. That was all I wanted. I just want you to hold me and tell me everything was going to be just fine. Apollo thought I was dead when I collapsed, but I heard you come in. I couldn't see you, but I felt you. And the pain, God, it was so strong. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even move. But then you pulled me against you and I felt better. The pain was still there, but it didn't matter. Because you came for me, fought for me, almost died for me. And the first thing I did was scream at you." She pressed her hand to her mouth as the tears flowed.
"Corrie." She walked over to him and crawled on the small bed, laying her head against his good shoulder. It was a tight fit, even with her laying on her side, but they managed. She draped an arm across his stomach, relaxing as he stroked her hair. She sniffed, moving as close to him as possible, and for the first time in two months, finally managed to sleep.
Logan glanced down at her sleeping form and smiled. Kissing her temple, he rested his head against hers and drifted off into a comfortable slumber.
Raven glared at her husband as they made their way to their son's hospital room, the rest of the gang not far behind.
"Jeez, Raven, it was just once. I'll never do it again, I swear. It was just so…tempting."
"You ate an entire gallon of ice cream. Do you know how bad that is for an old man like you?"
"I wouldn't talk much, Rae. You're two months older than I." She elbowed him lightly.
"Shut up, Beast Boy. I'm carrying your kid."
He grinned and slowly opened the door. "Speaking of kids, better see how mines…" He froze, glancing at the bed. "Raven, you have to see this." He raised his arm so his wife could get a good look.
Tears filled her eyes. "Oh, Beast Boy. They are so sweet."
"I guess they made up."
After everyone saw the pair, Beast Boy gave one last look at his son with tear filled eyes. His little boy wasn't so little now. He kissed his wife gently and closed the door.
Hope you enjoyed Is This The End. I know I might have jumped in a little soon, but I think it worked out for the best. Well, I will do an Epilogue and I'm working on a brand new story that is a little different from the rest of my stories. And I'm sorry everything has taken so long, but this is the worst Christmas's I have ever had. My second cousin, who is only 6 months old (I'm really close to her) spent her first Christmas in the hospital with RSV, my grandmother got sick on Christmas Eve, followed by my cousin, then me, and my great-great-grandmother died on the 28th and my grandmother was torn, along with the rest of us. It has just been really, really rough and I was just sidetracked. I'll try and work on my stories more. Anyways, till the next time!