AN: If you just follow this story or if you are a fan of my work in general, I ask that you look at my profile for why I haven't been updating lately and why I might go silent again for months. Basically, shit happens to people that don't deserve it and when it happens to someone you care about you gotta stick with them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, obviously.

What is man without the beasts? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit - Chief Seattle

There was an incident. Some chemicals spilt on Beast Boy and Adonis and turned them into . . . well, into something. I'm not quite sure what I should call it. Whatever it is, it's not like Beast Boy's other transformations. He doesn't have control over this one, and though he never said it out loud, I could tell through my empathic powers that the process was excruciating. In that form Beast Boy runs completely on instincts. He didn't seem to recognize the other Titans, they even had a fight, but he recognized me. He . . . protected me.

When we first fought Adonis, he made some unwanted advances towards me, made my skin crawl. I put him in his place, but I guess the mind of his . . . beast saw it as an insult and wanted to get me back. He even broke into the Tower. That drove Cyborg up the wall when he found out and he's been upgrading the security since.

Adonis . . . he hurt me pretty bad, I had to go into a healing trance. In my defence, I wasn't really expecting an attack within the Tower, and in the dark I at first thought it was Beast Boy, who was being rude earlier but not dangerous. I let Adonis get close thinking he was Beast Boy . . .

He took me from the Tower. Beast Boy saved me but the others didn't know. They thought he had hurt me. It wasn't until I woke up and told them about Adonis that they understood. Robin was even going to lock up Beast Boy.

After Beast Boy and I returned from his rock and he went to bed after, I made sure to tear the others to shreds. At eleven, Cyborg said I made him feel all of two inches tall, so I kept them until one so that they would understand how Beast Boy felt when they accused him of hurting me. Only when I was sure they had learnt their lesson did I send them of to their rooms, all of them hanging their heads in shame. Starfire even walked, too down to float.

I didn't want them to be sad, but I had to explain to them that Beast Boy would never, ever hurt one of us. Not for all the power, wealth, or tofu in the world. Not even to save his own life. That's just the kind of person Beast Boy was. And even after I comforted him, I could still feel something inside of him had shattered due to the team's lack of trust in him. I don't know if it will ever become whole again, but I know that fixing it will take a lot more than just super glue and duct tape.

Perhaps, though, something good will come of this. Perhaps we will all come closer as a result. Perhaps Robin will stop jumping to conclusions. Perhaps Cyborg will become a more supportive friend. Perhaps Starfire will learn to tell her friends what she really thinks, even if it's not what they want to hear. Perhaps I will take a more active role in the team.

And perhaps . . . perhaps Beast Boy will actually become Beast Man.