A little thing I thought up when I remembered the fate of Terra's butterfly clip after Beast Boy tossed it into the lake…and of course, it's angst and maybe a little bit symbolic…well, what else did you expect? Oh, feel free to interpret the last line as you wish as there isn't really a wrong or right answer.

The chill of icy transparency seeps through the skin when he plunges into those gloomy depths that serve the protective purpose of isolating the titan's tower from those inflicted with curiosity or violent tendencies. His eyes instinctively narrow against the gnawing cold, already changing their shape as he flicks off his human form changing into that of a fish, a matinee, a dolphin…anything that will enable him to survive underwater.

He has done this thousands of times before, casting his body into a different shape each and every time his fingers reach out into the yawning darkness below…they change, rapidly transforming into fins, flippers, streamlined muscles…and with each individial metamorphosis comes a relit flicker of hope, shinning in the corner of his eye and thrashing back against the decrease in temperature. Because surely this time or the next time he'll find it…

But he never does.

Sometimes he fancies that something has caught his eyes with a twinge of silvery light, breaking free from that eternal blue to dance and sparkle freely within his eyesight. He darts forward then, hope stretched out in childish eagerness and wild bubbles being furiously issued from his swift movements. Yet the outcome is always the same…the burst of silver light dies away into nothingness as soon as he reaches his destination. Hope crumbles and the hunter eventually returns home empty-handed.

And always, in a far, unchecked corner of the lake a shoal of fish playfully gambler among the cleverly concealed crevices in a vast rock, aqueous vegetation and basic life such as starfish hooked over their various winding entrances. And maybe, not everyday, but sometimes one fish will encounter a strange object, crafted by human hand and wedged in tight, giving off a sheen of bright light. The creature will nibble on the finely-tuned points and rub along the butterfly shaped ridge, curiosity prompting it along. Then it stares, transfixed, as it gazes at the surface of the comb through a rounded eye. It sees the crying girl in it's own reflection, blonde hair billowing like seaweed, tears crawling down tired cheeks that are turning blue with suffocation…trapped and contained. Her pleading stare hold the eyes of all who find her…

Everyday Beast Boy goes into the lake to seek out the comb that he threw away all those months ago when she forgot to say goodbye not only to him but to the carefree girl she was before Slade dragged his own twisted version of her horoscope through her. He owes it to Terra, he thinks maybe finding the only things she left behind in her destructive wake will bring him one step closer to peace of mind…at least until air from the sky is blown back into her lungs again. One day he will free her…but first he has to find her…

But for some reason he never saw her.