Beastboy woke back up with a groan. He had been grateful when his body finally let him sleep, but quickly was starting to regret it when he tried to move his arms and legs, only to find that they had went numb in his awkward, imprisoned position.

He tried not to think as he rolled his shoulders and moved his toes to try and get some feeling back. Normally he was very good at that, the not thinking. Just hand him a controller or a remote and he was all but gone from the world.

But he had no controller. No remote. Not even friends.

He gritted his teeth.

No don't think. Don't think. Don't think.

You sold them out. You told him everything. They are going to be captured--or worse, all because of you.

Don'--

Do you think she'd be happy you did this for her?

Beastboy looked up to see Raven still imprisoned in that glass cylinder across the room. Impossibly, she still had the energy to beat her body against the walls. But he knew it wasn't her. He had seen those red eyes of hers before. Something must have driven her over the edge.

And what do you think she will do to you when she finds out what you did?

"Don't think..." Beastboy moaned. His throat was still sore after spending hours crying before finally falling asleep. "Don't..."

"Aw, man. I think we took a wrong turn somewhere."

"I think you might be correct."

Beastboy jumped at the sudden, but slightly familiar voices. He looked around the room, but all he could see was darkness. He didn't have to wonder long, however, because the figures of Fixit and See-More suddenly stepped into the light that surrounded his cell.

"Well, what do we have here," Fixit mused as he looked down on Beastboy. 

See-More, meanwhile, was moving his head back and forth. "Where?" he asked out loud. Beastboy noticed with a grimace that See-More's large eye seemed to be missing from his face.

"Turn around," Fixit assisted. See-More did so and Beastboy physically flinched when See-More's eyes suddenly became visible again, only it was on the back of his head now.

"Oh, man! Both of the Titan's we captured are here!"

"So it seems," Fixit said before kneeling down so that he and Beastboy were eye level. "Tell me, Beastboy, have any of the Tameranians spoken to you? Specifically, this one?" He then indicated the unconscious body that he had strapped on his back. Beastboy instantly recognized the flowing red hair and then immediately had to force the image of the alien kissing him out of his head.

"No," Beastboy muttered, turning his head away from Fixit. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you guys."

"Beastboy, there really is no need for the chivalry. We both know I can get the truth out of you one way or another."

Beastboy let out another groan, this time of frustration. "Well, if you're going to mess with my head, than just do it already! I don't have all day!" Beastboy shouted, staring straight into Fixit's blank eyes. 

Fixit stared back at him without speaking. Seconds seemed to stretch on like eternities.

"I do not believe I need to," Fixit finally said, standing back up to his full height. "It would be in our best interest that we work together--"

"Work together?!" Beastboy repeated venomously. "It's all because of you guys that me and Raven are trapped here! Because of you guys, I..."

DON'T THINK.

"Ah. So it seems they wanted information out of you after all," Fixit mused as Beastboy's head fell. "Beastboy. tell me what you told them. The damage has been done, but, perhaps--"

"The damage has been done," Beastboy muttered, head still down.

"Just as I said. But if you would let me continue--"

Fixit stopped himself when See-More placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, man," the teen whispered, nodding the back of his head towards the Titan. Fixit looked from See-More back to Beastboy, just in time to see his green head rise back up, tears streaming down his face.

"I killed them," Beastboy whispered, fighting for control over his voice. His wet, green eyes fixed on the figure across the room. "I couldn't save Rae, and I killed them."

"What are you saying?" Fixit questioned, red eyes never leaving the figure. "What did you tell them?"

"I told them where our Tower was!" Beastboy shouted suddenly, looking from Fixit to the alien strapped to his back, a sudden fierceness broke through the sadness. "He gave me a choice. Either he killed Rae, or I told them where the Tower was. And I told him. I told him! And he said...He said they would..."

"What did he say?" Fixit pressed.

See-More stood still and silent behind him, his hand slowly falling from Fixit's shoulder. He could see. Even using his broken x-ray vision to peer through his own head, he could see the Titan. See his eyes, thick with tears.

He could see the anger, the hatred. But underneath, he could see more.

The sadness, the hopelessness, but, most of all, he could see the complete consumption of loss.

...

"I cannot begin to thank you for allowing me an audience, my king," Blackfire greeted, bending on her knee before the very large Tamaranian man sitting on the throne.

"Blackfire, I only grant you this audience because you proclaim that our planet is in grave danger. Do not waste my, nor my people's, time any longer."

Blackfire stared at the heavy braces that bound her hands, doing her best to ignore the thousands of hated eyes that glared at her in that throne room. She remembered the day her sister was dragged from this very room in these very cuffs oh so long ago. She was arrested for such a horrid crime, but still managed to escape. And how easy did her care taker forgive her, how easy the people of Tamaran forgave her. Granted it wasn't really her fault, but still.

"As you wish, great king," Blackfire replied, looking up so that she and the king's eyes were locked. She could feel the presence of the two guards on either side, her guards. She had to fight back a smile. 

So much was already under her control, right under the great fool's nose. He was not fit to lead their people, not if he would be this easy to over throw.

"Citizens of Tamaran," Blackfire announced, looking around the room without looking at any of their faces. "I come before all of you, kneeled and humbled. I know I do not deserve your attention, let alone your forgiveness, but it has come to my attention that we are being attacked."

A disturbed rumble went through the crowd of Tamaranians. The king remained silent, his small eyes never leaving Blackfire. How she always hated that demeaning look of his, ever since she was a child.

"Who is attacking us?" a few cried from the crowd.

"Should we prepare defenses?" Cried another.

"It is already too late for any of that!" Blackfire declared, rising from her kneeled position, purple eyes glaring straight up to the throne. "For our great king has delayed hearing me out-!"

"Blackfire," the great Tamaranian warned, the guards placeing a hand on either shoulder. 

She had to hold back another smile; it was all just for appearances.

"Do you all wish to know who is attacking us? What damage they have already done?" she questioned in a loud voice, though it was apparent in her eyes who she was really talking to.

"Yes, tell us!" cried many of the Tameranians.

"Why tell," Blackfire said, nodding to a guard who stood near the large throne room doors, "when I can show you."

Immediately, a large image suddenly appeared in the middle of a room. It was a virtual screen with a building, smoldering and crumbled on a small island. Blackfire remembered the stories her dear sister shared with their care giver about Earth. About the wonderful home she had. She watched as the great king's mouth fell open in horror.

"To many of you, this will not look familiar," Blackfire continued, looking around the room, every Tamaranian eye was on the screen. "This, my fellow Tamarans, was the home of the illustrious Teen Titans. Or, more importantly, the home of our dear princess, and my beloved sister, Starfire!"

A louder, more hectic disturbance rang through the crowd. But the king's voice drowned out all others. "What is the meaning of this, Blackfire?!" he shouted, standing up from his throne, looking ever larger. "What has happened to my...to Starfire?"

Blackfire looked back at him. Her face unfazed by his outburst. She could finally see the look in his eyes, the demeaning gaze replaced by one of fear.

"She is dead, my king." Blackfire answered solemnly. 

The great king fell to his massive knees and the Tameranians went into an immediate uproar. Shouting, crying, wailing. They cried out for justice, they cried out for those that did this. Blackfire did not, could not, answer for the sound of their sadness and anger consumed the palace room.

It was not until the king raised one giant hand that the Tamarans fell silent.

"Blackfire," the king said, his once loud and commanding voice now soft, weak. Blackfire saw tears in his eyes, though the look in them was fierce. "Tell us who did this to Starfire."

This time Blackfire smiled. "My king. If you would only allow me to lead you, I have already taken the liberty in capturing but a few of the murderers."

The king's eyes widened as he stood up. "Who?" he demanded, already making his way down the steps of the throne room. "Who did this to her?"

"You might remember a few of them, my king," Blackfire answered as he watched his approach. "You allowed a few of them, even their leader, to accompany Starfire in her marriage that had so unjustly been ruined.

The king stopped in his approach, his anger overclouded by a stronger emotion.

"You don't mean..."

"But I do," Blackfire hissed, hiding a final smile behind a mask of anger. "The very same people who killed our beloved princess are the ones you let her leave Tamaran with, the Teen Titans!"