Sad Songs

A/N: Okay, here you go. It's the forth fic in my BB/Ter miniseries and likely the last one for a short while. I hope you've enjoyed yourself up to this point and continue to enjoy yourself up to the end of this posting.

Sad Songs and Waltzes

The tower was silent. It had been this way for quite some time—ever since Beast Boy had returned after meeting that girl. With Beast Boy's mood in such a slump, it wasn't long before all the others found themselves following him into the pit of depression.

Theirs, of course, was mild in comparison to his.

But, he still didn't want them to hurt. As such, he knew that he had to find a way not to hurt.

So, he came up with a plan.

"Anybody here ever heard of Cake?"

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The final class of the day ended and students of various ages began to emerge from the building. Very few of them noticed the small group of odd looking teens on one of the nearby rooftops. One of these such people was Tamra; the African American(woo political correctness!) friend of Tara Marcov—recently amnesiac blond and self-proclaimed torture victim of one of the Titans.

What kind of friend would Tamra have been had she not pointed out her discovery to Tara and the redhead; Ashley?

The answer to that question; a much better one.

"Oh crap—he isn't—" was all Tara could get out before the short green boy on the roof began to strum a guitar and the positively shiny girl began to belt an uncharacteristically tune on some strange sort of horn.

She didn't know much about musical instruments, but she could easily assume that it wasn't from this country—or this planet for that matter.

By this point, everybody except for the most thick headed had realized that something was going on and had turned their attention to the roof. There was an instant of loud muttering before everybody fell silent, curiosity overruling their natural needs to be loud.

Tara, however, wished that everybody could just keep talking. She knew this song—she'd realized the tune from the first three notes. She didn't know why she knew this song, but knew it had something to do with before the amnesia.

There was then a single instant in which the horns cut out and the green boy began to sing.

I'm writing a song all about you;

A true song as real as my tears.

But you've no need to fear it,

'Cause noone will hear it.

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.

But, she did fear it—though not because everybody was hearing it. She could see very clearly that, to a deep pain beyond her conscious recognition, that there were tears in the boy's eyes.

And, as if that weren't enough, there were tears in her eyes as well.

I'll tell all about how you cheated.

I'd like for the whole world to hear.

I'd like to get even

With you 'cause you're leavin',

But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.

Maybe it would have been less painful for the her had the boy's singing voice been as unpleasant to the ear as his speaking one. But, to her ever growing displeasure, it wasn't half bad. At the least, it hadn't cracked once.

Her slowly waning attention was drawn back as a second voice and guitar joined in for the next verse. The voice belonged to an eerily familiar boy in painfully bright spandex; the guitar to a girl cloaked in darkness.

It's a good thing I'm not a star.

You don't know how lucky you are.

The song returned, then, to only the lone green boy singing his song and strumming his guitar.

My record may say it,

But noone will play it.

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.

With a noticeably faded "Alright" from the lead singer, the song entered an instrumental section, consisting solely of the green boy's guitar, the bright girl's horn—now slightly more prominent, and the newly added light drum tapping from a large metallic man. Tara was personally startled to see such a hulking being playing an instrument so softly.

This surprise was only a passing jolt in her generally melancholy emotions. She wanted to hide; she wanted to run away. It's always what she wanted to do when something scared her in anyway—it just felt natural.

But, she was in the middle of a very large crowd. She had nowhere to run.

As the words were about to come back, the horn cut out and the drumline continued. The lead singer/guitarist was joined, once again, by the traffic light and the walking shadow's guitar.

It's a good thing that I'm not a star.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Once more, all but one voice, one guitar and a light drum tapping faded away as the verse continued and both the green boy and the blond girl's tears were flowing freely.

Though my record my say it,

Noone will play it,

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.

And, even with all those tears, the singer's voice only cracked with the final utterance of "Alright…" as he continued to strum his guitar and the drum was replaced by the melancholy horns of another planet.

The song faded as somberly yet powerfully as it had begun and the green boy—no—the bravest boy Tara had ever met—stood up and began to walk away.

"I can't be who you want me to be!" Tara shouted to the boy's retreating back. "But, maybe I can be the next best thing!"

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A/N: I had originally had a much longer ending, but I really didn't like it, so I just cut it down to two lines. I felt that this would be a bit of a pleasant remedy for all the depressing stories that have led up to this point. I'd just like to state that I am not at all sorry for any BB/Ter haters out there. I am, however, sorry to all those who saw that I updated and expected to find some more BB/Rae fiction as I'm so well known for.

My deepest apologies for always keeping you waiting and only updating very sparcely. My love for Teen Titans has been in a strange sort of jeopardy as of late. My love for the series as a whole became a love for a specific character and that greatly hampered my ability to enjoy what I write. And, if I can't enjoy it, I can't write it. I think I may have at least partially remedied the situation. Here's to hoping!

Signed, once again,

The Cheese!