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His Final Question	By : Evilevergreen Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 6645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: Pollo Frito

It was after noon as Aqualad yawned and stretched in a foreign bed. He smiled at he turned to the boy next to him and rested on his side, but his smile soon faded as he reached out and stroked the sleeping boy's face. He was nothing more than a dirty, rotten hypocrite, and he knew it, because the boy next to him, was just that – a boy. He had tired putting onto Bumblebee, what he feared about himself, knowing how sensitive she was about the subject. And though she had eventually forgiven him, it was still out there, floating in the air around them.

“Beastboy?” Aqualad whispered gently. He loved this sweet fifteen year old boy, who was his junior by four years, he did. He was the reason Aqualad had willingly lied to his best friend. She was under the impression that he was in love with Cyborg and though she never said it out loud, he knew she couldn't stand him. It was apparent whenever she they spoke about him, how she always fought with everything she had to convince him that Cyborg wasn't the one for him. He had never bothered to correct her about Cyborg. He was too afraid to tell her about his relationship with the young changeling, because he knew, that once she knew, she would never look at him the same away again. But he didn't want to think about that right now, he just wanted to enjoy his small time away from home. “Beastboy,” he called again.

Beastboy sighed contently as he opened his big green eyes and placed his hand on top of Aqualad's, which still resided on his cheek. “Good morning,” he greeted him softly.

“A very good morning,” Aqualad responded making the changeling grin widely before Aqualad leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“I- I'm sorry about last night,” Beastboy told him timidly.

“I told you then,” Aqualad began. “I wasn't expecting anything. I know you're not ready and that's okay, believe me. Besides, you know I'll wait as long as you need me too,” he reassured him. The two had rented a hotel, the night before, on the far outstretches of Jump City. Beastboy had been nervous and bumbling throughout the whole trip.

It was the first time they had seen each other since their last encounter when Beastboy had accidentally let slip how he felt for the Atlantian, but his words had came out wrong. The way he has said it, made it sound as if were gay, and that was last thing he wanted to do. Beastboy's entire face had gone red as he tired to cover up his slip of the tongue, when Aqualad took him by surprise and lent him his own.

Beastboy's eyes had grown wide and his whole body had tensed up. He knew he wasn't gay, he knew he liked girls, but still he couldn't find it in himself to pull away and so as the kiss continued the more Beastboy started to question himself, until finally his eyes closed and his body relaxed and he threw his arms around Aqualad, who in returned held him even closer.

“I know, it's just I didn't want you to feel as if came out here for nothing,” Beastboy told him.

Aqualad chuckled lightly at the statement. “Since when have you been the negative one?” he asked. “Besides, you know that just being with you makes me happy,” he told him before rolling over and to pick his shirt off the floor. “Come on, let's go find something to eat,” he suggested.

Aqualad then felt Beastboy take a hold of him, before feeling the other's lips against the back of his neck. “You make me happy too,” he whispered before going back to trail kisses along Aqualad neck and shoulder.

Aqualad closed his eyes, willing his mind not to forget these moments. “Well, I guess we could always hold off on brunch,” he said jokingly as he turned back around to face the other.

Beastboy loving ran his fingers through Aqualad's long, soft black hair. “I don't want to leave his room,” he began. “Until you've made me your lover.”

Aqualad sighed as he shook his head, “Beast-”

“Please,” he begged, looking back and forth between his eyes. He was serious. “Please,” he begged again, closing the distance between them. “I'll be anything you want me to be. I'll do anything you ask of me.” He lightly kissed his forehead, his nose, and his lips. “Anything.”

His words made the dark eyed boy frown. “Tell me Beastboy. . . do you still think of Terra?” he asked.

Beastboy blinked a few times in confusion at the unexpected question. “The Terra I knew, is only a memory in my past,” he explained. “I've accepted that.”

“But the Terra you know, still walks the streets of Jump City everyday.”

“Her name isn't Terra. I don't know who she is,” he stated sadly.

“Do you still love her?” Aqualad asked.

“I love you,” Beastboy responded.

Aqualad shook his head. “That wasn't the question.”

“Dude,” Beastboy sat up, “what's with the third degree?” he wondered. “What does Terra have to do with anything?”

Aqualad reached up for Beastboy and pulled him back down. “Nothing,” he finally told him. “Nothing at all,” he repeated as he pushed Beastboy onto his back before climbing on top of him. “I'm sorry for bring it up,” he settled himself in between the younger one's legs. “I didn't mean for you to be upset. I'll make it up to you, alright?” Beastboy nodded with the question.

Just then they heard a beeping sound come from somewhere on the floor. Beastboy groaned. “Let's pretend we don't hear it,” he suggested.

“It could be an emergency,” Aqualad said pulling away. “Is that mine or yours?” he wondered out loud as he search for the communicator going off.

“It's yours,” Beastboy said simply, placing his hands behind his head as he watched Aqualad.

Aqualad finally found his communicator under some clothes. Before opening it he looked to Beastboy and brought his index fingers to his lips. Beastboy nodded. “Hello?”

“Aqualad, tenemos un problema,” Mas told him while Menos stood over his shoulder, each still in their pajamas. “Usted necesita volver a casa. La policía tomó Speedy lejos. Bee nos dijo llamarle mientras ella fue a obtener un abogado.”

“What!” Aqualad yelled in disbelief. “What the hell did he do?”

Mas y Menos spoke at the same time, “Nosotros no sabemos.”

“Alright,” he nodded his head before closing the communicator and turning to Beastboy. The changling didn't know a lick of Spanish, but he knew bad news when heard it. “I'm sorry,” was all Aqualad could manage to say.

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Speedy's head was pounding as he woke up on the floor in the common area of the Tower. He opened up his mask covered eyes to find the twins standing over him, Mas with a staff in his hands as he tried to hide the pole, which was twice his height, behind his back.

“Usted huele,” Menos spoke as he pinched his nose and waved his hand around.

“What do you want?” he asked with a yawn as he sat up and scratched his head.

“Tenemos hambre,” they told him.

“What? Hambre?” he said a bit disoriented as he was every time he woke up. “What time is it?” He looked at the clock on the wall. “Eight?” he spoke loudly, causing his head to pulse. “Oh, hell no,” he grabbed a cushion off the couch and settled back on the floor. “There's cereal in the pantry,” he told them, his eyes already closed. “You know I don't do breakfast.”

“Nosotros no queremos cereal,” Speedy couldn't tell who was speaking as he tired to go back to sleep.

“Quiero pollo frito,” spoke the other.

“Hmmm, pollo,” one drooled over the thought. “Sí, quiero pollo también.”

“Pollo?” Speedy's brow creased as he tired to remember what the word meant. “Pollo, pollo. Chicken?” He opened his eyes again. “No, no chicken. Cereal,” he stressed.

“Speedy,” he heard his voice being called softly from behind him. He turned around to see Bumblebee.

He looked up at her and said, trying not to sound hurt, “What do you want?”

“Can I please see you out in the hall,” she asked of him, eerily tensed.

“I'm busy,” he stood up. “The boys are hungry and they want chicken-”

“Pollo frito,” Menos piped up.

“Fried chicken,” Speedy corrected himself.

“Con papas fritas,” Mas added.

“With French fries,” Speedy continued.

“Y un pastel de manzana!” Menos yelled excitedly.

“And a apple pi-” Speedy then turned to them. “Yeah right, keep dreaming,” he told them.

“The boys can have cereal,” Bumblebee told him and Mas y Menos' shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Now follow me.” She then turned around and walked out of the common area.

Speedy rolled his eyes, the nerve she had to be ordering him around after the way she had treated him last night. “Now again, what do you want?” he asked when they reached the hallway.

Bumblebee placed her hand over her mouth and nose. “My God,” she whispered. “You reek of cigarettes and booze,” she told him angrily. “What the hell did you do last night?”

“That ain't none of your business,” he told her rudely.

“Go take a shower and hurry up,” she told him ignoring his rudeness as she turned around. “I'll stall them.”

“Stall who?” he asked curiously.

“Officer Candace March is here. . . to arrest you. Now please go take a shower.”

“What?” Speedy took a step towards her. “For what?”

“Don't play stupid. Candace already told me what you are being charged with.”

“Well, you could fill me in,” he told her growing hysterical. “That would very nice.”

Bumblebee crossed her arms over her chest looking at Speedy disappointingly. “How pissed did you get last night?”

“Well, after finding you were screwing Aqualad - pretty damn pissed. In fact," he lowered his head and ran his fingers through his hair, "most of the night is a blur.”

“I told you before that wasn't what it looked-” Bumblebee stopped, she didn't have time explain this to him. “Just do what I've told you and then meet me at the front entrance. Don't resist, you're already in enough trouble.” She began to walk away again.

“Come on, Bee, what am I trouble for, underage drinking? After all I've done for this city, I won't get more than a slap on the wrist,” Speedy told her confidently. “They didn't have to come all way to the Tower for that. I mean, what did I do, run around the city in my birthday suit?”

“I wish it was that simple, Speedy,” she told him with her back still to him, holding herself.

“Then what?” he was growing impatient. “What am I being charged with?”

Bumblebee finally turned around, took a deep breath and said, “Statutory rape.”

Then, for the second time that day, Speedy blinked in confusion. “Excuse me? Come again.”

“Just do what I told you, Speedy,” she told him forcibly before walking away. He stood there a moment, hoping she would turn around and tell him she was just playing, but as she disappeared around the corner, he she was being real with him.

Speedy going to his room, taking a shower, and coming back down, all went by in a daze. His mind refused to absorb what he had just been told and before long he found himself walking towards the front entrance; it was the longest walk in his life as he saw Bumblebee standing with several officers waiting for him. “There's no reason to handcuff him, right?” Bumblebee asked Candace.

Before Candace could answer Mas y Menos stood with them, big smile on their faces as they looked at everyone. “¿Damos una fiesta nosotros?” Menos asked.

“Espero hay pollo, porque yo no comeré cereal frío,” Mas declared, crossing his arms over his chest, as if the decision was final.

“No, there's no party,” Bumblebee addressed them. She honestly didn't want them to see this. They were only twelve years old and though they fought crime on a daily basis, she didn't want them to witness a fellow teammate being escorted away by the police. But they were already here and she couldn't lie to them now. “Speedy may have done something wrong,” she tired to explain. “And Officer March just wants to question him down at the station.”

The smiles fell from their faces. “El es detenido,” Menos said plainly. Bumblebee nodded her head.

“¿Para qué?” they both asked.

Bumblebee shook her head. “Don't worry about that,” she told them before making her way over to Speedy. Then, to the archer's amazement, she threw her arms around him before kissing him gently. Now Speedy knew he was losing it. Public display of affection was not Bumblebee's style. Speedy inwardly laughed, private displays of affection were barely her style. “Don't say anything,” she began whispering in his ear. “Not until, I contact Miller,” who was the Titan's lawyer, “and Aqualad.”

Speedy pulled away abruptly. “A lawyer?” He looked at her angrily. “I don't need Miller. All I have to do is tell the truth,” he whispered back.

“You don't remember the truth. And what you don't remember could hang you! So keep quiet,” she ordered.

“Bumblebee,” Officer Candace spoke. “I'm sorry, but it's time for him to come with us.”

“I understand,” she told her before Speedy pulled her back to him and capture her mouth with his own.

“I may not remember, but I know I didn't do it. . . I love you too much.” He then felt an officer take a hold of him before escorting him away. Once on the police boat, that would take them to the main land of the city, Speedy turned around to find Bumblebee still standing at the open entrance door with Mas y Menos, each on one side clinging to her legs.

When the boat was long out of site, Bumblebee looked down to Mas y Menos. “I'm going to go get Miller. I need you guys to call Aqualad for me and tell him what happened. I want him home and if you have to, tell him it's an order.” She had them pull away as she stretched her wings and lifted herself from the ground. “Understood?” she asked of them.

“Sí,” they confirmed.

“Good. Make sure you set the alarms when I'm gone.” With their last instruction given to them Bumblebee took off towards the city at top speed.

To Be Continued. . .

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A/N: Sorry, Crimson-Eyed Nocture, the chicken thing was just too funny to past up.

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