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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 Eleven: Guilty Until Proven Innocent

“I didn't rape that girl!” Speedy protested his innocence angrily to Miller, his unconvinced lawyer, as he watched the door close behind him. “At least,” he whispered to himself as he sighed. “I don't think I did.” He then groaned as his head hit the table in the small private room within the police station. It had been two days and he had desperately tried to clear his mine so that he could remember that night, but something was wrong, something seemed to be blocking it all together. What he could remember was walking into the bar, sitting down, and drinking, what he now knows, was way too much.

Speedy hated trying to remember, because every time he did, he had to relive why he was there in the first place. Why couldn't he have forgotten that, he wondered. Why did he have to remember how low and how used he felt by her? Speedy rose his head back up as he noticed that his hand was trembling, but it was not out of fear or frustration. He knew what this was and it was the least of his worries. . . at least for now it was. So he squeezed his hand in a poor attempt to make it stop, but he couldn't control it and it continued to shake.

He was in so much trouble, in so many ways as he found out the girl in the bar was only sixteen years old. “What the hell have I gotten myself into,” he thought out as the door buzzed and an officer stepped through.

Speedy stood, thinking he was coming to lead him back to his cell, but the officer shook his head and gestured for him to sit back down. “You have another visitor,” he informed the prisoner. Speedy made a face as he wondered who it was, in the pass two days only Miller had come to see him.

He then softly smiled as he saw Bumblebee behind the officer, but as quickly as he saw her she disappeared from his sight. “I want another room,” he heard her tell the officer.

The officer slightly closed the door, his hand still on the knob. “I checked the books,” he began. “You had no problems with this room the last time you came to visit a prisoner. Speedy blinked in surprised, wondering what reason Bumblebee would have to visit a prisoner. . . other than him, of course.

“It doesn't matter about the last time I visited. Just find me another room,” she demanded.

“Sorry, can't. The others are occupied,” he explained. “So you either visit him now or you can come back tomorrow,” he was getting rather snippy with her.

There was a moment of silence before Speedy heard her voice again. “Fine,” she replied. “Now get out the way.” Bumblebee than pushed opened the door and stepped into the room, but the first thing she did, did not involve looking at Speedy. Instead, she eyed the room warily before wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold. Then slowly she sat down in front of her teammate. She gave him a small smile as she spoke. “Hey, how they treating you in here?” she asked.

Speedy crossed his fingers as he rested them on his lap. Bumblebee watched as he nodded his head. “Quite well, I suppose, considering the circumstances,” he replied with a shrug.

“You don't look too good, Speedy,” she told him and for most part it was true. His skin looked pale and he looked tired as he leaned on the table.

“It's nothing,” he told her. “It's just they wake you up so early in this place,” he said with a smile. “And you know how I need my beauty sleep,” he told her, feeling the strong need to straighten out his hair and so he did. Bumblebee looked at him in aw as she finally realized that playing with his hair was a nervous reaction, that he probably couldn't help.

She then cocked an eyebrow as she noticed his shaking hand. “Speedy, it's going to be alright,” she told him words of comfort as she did something out of character, she reached out and took his hand. She then gasped in surprised as Speedy snatched it away from her.

“Don't,” he whispered. They then stared into each other's eyes for a moment.

Funny, when did our roles reverse? Bumblebee couldn't help but wonder. “What is it that you're not telling me,” she asked of him. Speedy lowered his head. “And don't tell me, it's nothing,” she warned. “I can tell there's something more than a lack of sleep going on.”

The redheaded archer couldn't look at her. “Do you trust me?” he asked her, but she didn't answer. “I need you to do something for me.”

Bumblebee blinked rapidly. “Need me?” she said to herself. “What do you need of me?” she asked as an automatic response, done without thinking.

“What I'm about to ask of you,” he began. “I trust no one else to handle this but you. . .”

Suddenly, Bumblebee was no longer sitting across from Speedy, but standing in front of Brother Blood as a fourteen year old girl attending the H.I.V.E Academy as she was having an actual private study session with him. “Straighten up, Bumblebee!” Brother Blood ordered as he walked in a circle around her. They stood in a large room on one of the lower levels of the school, where training usually took place. “Alpha position!” he barked.

“Yes, Headmaster!” Bumblebee replied back. She then put her right leg in front of her and had it bent at the knee. The other leg was behind her angled with the floor, but stayed straight. Both of her hands held a gift she had received from her instructor. Bee Stingers is what he called them. The one in her right hand was placed parallel with her bent leg, while the other was raised high behind her.

“Wrong!” Brother Blood yelled. When it came to teaching combat skills he liked to carry a long and heavy stick, that almost looked like a cane. He whacked Bumblebee's right wrist with it. “Palm up,” he corrected. His young student made a slight face of pain, but pushed it aside as she turned her hand. “Good,” he nodded approvingly as he took a step back. “Now, sequence four.”

Bumblebee gasped as she turned her head. “But Headmaster-” she protested.

“Sequence four!” he bellowed, not wanting to hear her whining. Bumblebee frowned as she got back into Alpha position. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she began the sequence. She put the majority of her weight on her right foot as she swept the other gracefully across the smooth floor. Her left Bee Stinger was lowered as both began to charge up. “Slow and steady,” she heard Brother Blood say off to the side. The rest of her movements were calculated and precise, as came with practice. A smirk came to her face, as she knew Brother Blood would be impressed, but as she went to finish the sequence, she suddenly heard, “Bumblebee, stop!”

But his warning came to late as Bumblebee brought her Bee Stingers together. Their energy tangling with each other causing them to force each other apart. There was a large discharge and an explosion. Bumblebee screamed as she went flying back. Brother Blood dropped his cane and lunged towards Bumblebee, who was soaring towards the back wall at a dangerous speed. He caught her at the last possible moment, causing him to slam into the wall instead of her. “Stupid, girl,” he whispered as he breathed heavily. Bumblebee said nothing, bring her hands close to her chest. Brother Blood sighed. “How many times have I told you that a constant and equal flow is needed from both Stingers before you are able to finish the sequence, huh?”

“I'm sorry, Headmaster,” she finally spoke softly. “I thought I had it,” she tried to explain. “You trusted me with the use of the Stingers and I have failed to produce any positive results from them.”

“Show me your hands,” he instructed her as she had them balled up into little fist. He took them into his hold as she slowly loosened them. Brother Blood smiled in relief as he saw they had not been brunt as he had feared when the explosion occurred, but they were a little scratched up along with parts of her face. “There, there, my little Honeybee,” he soothed, as he guided her head against his chest. “It's only been a few weeks, you have plenty of time to master your Stingers.” He stroked her face gently. “On the other hand, your sequence was perfect. I'm proud of you.”

She beamed. “Thank you, Headmaster,” she responded sweetly. She then stood up, pumping her fist to get more feeling back into them before shaking them out. “Maybe now, you'll let me perform it at full speed.” She was determined to move on to the fifth and last sequence. She had finals coming up and wanted nothing more to be at the top of her class as she always was.

Brother Blood picked himself off the floor as he inspected the damage to the room. It was nothing that a day's work wouldn't be able to patch up. “No, let's call it a day,” he told her as he headed towards the door. “Come to my quarters and I'll see to your wounds.”

“Ow,” Bumblebee cried softly as she bent down to pick up her Stingers. They were a little warm to the touch. “I'll be fine,” she began. “I have a class in thirty I should be preparing for anyway,” she informed him.

Brother Blood stood with the door opened. “It wasn't a suggestion,” he told her, all sources of warmth gone from his voice.

“Yes, sir.” She passed him quickly as she made her way down the hall and he followed her to his quarters.

Within his room, Bumblebee sat on his bed. Her legs were crossed at her ankles and her hands rested fold on her lap. “Head up,” was her instruction and so she obeyed. Brother Blood stood over her as he applied medication to her face. “How are you from last night?” he asked casually.

Bumblebee frowned. “Sore,” she answered softly as he straighten himself and put the medication down on the nightstand.

“Well then,” he began as he started to take off his robes. “Let's see then.”

The young girl looked to her Headmaster. “But, sir-” she was cut off.

“What have I told you to call me when we were in my quarters?” he asked as he continued to undress.

“But, daddy,” she felt odd calling him that. “It's the middle of the day. I have classes and I don't want to fall behind, besides. . .” she trailed off not really knowing how to voice what she wanted to say. The night before had been her first time with Blood and it hurt more than she thought it would. When she woke up that day, it continued to hurt as skimmed her fingers over her thighs that morning when she went to take a shower. She had bruises in the shape of fingers. She didn't like them there, she didn't want them there, and she just wanted to stop hurting, but as she looked at the expecting Brother Blood, she said nothing and so stood up as she begin to take off her own clothes.

He watched with a smile as she did so. “Good girl,” he cooed before easing her back on to the bed where he placed himself on top of her.

Bumblebee shut her eyes tightly and held on to him as she waited to feel the sharp pain that would once again attack her small body. She tried to block out the the sounds of her protecting mind as it screamed at her, No. No! NO!

But it didn't help as it was accompanied by the voice of the man on top of her. “Honeybee. . . Honeybee. . .”

“NO!” Bumblebee yelled out, now able to hear the sound of her own voice. “No!” she cried.

“Bee!” she heard her name yelled. “Bee, what's wrong?” But it was wasn't Brother Blood's voice, which only frightened her more as she felt someone take a hold of her.

“No!” she screamed as she fought against the person. “No!”

“Bee, stop! Bee, it's me!” the voice tried to get through to her. “It's me – Speedy. Just- just stop!”

At the sound of the name, the young Titan opened her eyes to find that she was back in the small room within the prison. She stopped screaming as she breathed heavily. Her eyes frantically searched around the room as tears came to her eyes. She then noticed that she was no longer sitting at the table, but on the floor in the corner of the room.

Suddenly, there came the buzz of the door opening and several officers came through it. “Hands up!” one demanded as they pointed their weapons.

Speedy turned to them, but didn't get up from his position in front of Bumblebee. “I didn't do anything!” he yelled back. “She just started freaking out!”

“Out of my way!” Speedy heard a strong voice behind the officers and they parted for him. Aqualad then entered into the room. He looked with concern over at Bumblebee, who seemed to be completely out of it. “What did you say to her?” he asked angrily of Speedy as he made his way over.

“Nothing,” he told him, but his words went in one ear and out the other as Aqualad pushed him out the way to get to his friend.

“Bee?” he spoke softly as he reached out and took her face. Her eyes looked clouded over as tears ran down her cheeks. “Bee?”

She then slowly started to shake her head. “I'm not strong,” her words were barely audible as she slowly began to cling onto Aqualad. “I'll never be whole. I'll never be whole,” she repeated to herself over and over.

“It's alright,” Aqualad reassured her as he picked her up off the floor and stood. “I'm here. It's okay now.” He then looked to the officers. “You never saw this,” he warned them sternly. “Mas! Menos!” he yelled out and the two appeared before him a moment later. They looked confused as the situation before them.

“Mas, think you're up for a little running?” he asked of the recovering Titan.

“Si,” he confirmed.

“Good, I need you two to go to the Tower and prepare the Med lab for Bee, alright?” The two saluted him before taking each other's hand and going to complete the task given to them. Aqualad, who was anything but pleased, then turned his sights on Speedy. His expression of disgust towards the redhead said it all as Aqualad shifted Bumblebee in his hold. He then started towards the door, the officers once again parted for him and then he was gone.

Speedy said nothing as he was slammed up against the wall as an officer forced his hands behind him to put on handcuffs. “Attacking your own teammate?” he asked. “I can't believe I once considered you a hero.”

Speedy kept his head down as the officer guided down the hall among the other prisoners. “My, my, my,” Speedy heard an all too familiar voice. He turned his head, but was not surprised as he saw none other than Brother Blood. “How the mighty have fallen,” he snickered.

To Be Continued. . .

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