Ok, so this is when they're a little older, so they're gonna act a little differently. I plan on making this sort of like a series of stories. I'm not sure if it will work or not though, but you never know until you try! So please review!

Against the Pale Blue Sky

She jerked awake, in a cold sweat. That laugh, she heard it again. It haunted her during the night. Was it just a dream? She wasn't so sure. She heard it even when she was awake. Tea, that's what she needed. She threw back the sheets and put her feet on the cold, soft carpet. There were two little dips in it from where she had so many times placed her troubled feet. She pushed herself up, reluctant to leave the warmth and comfort of her own bed.

The halls were dark, shadows still and quiet. She brushed some of the deep-colored hair out of her face. She had let it grow out a little and she hadn't quite gotten used to it yet. She could see the elevator now. For some reason, she didn't want to go around the corner to reach it. Invisible eyes stared at her, watching her, lusting for her. Slowly, she melted into the floor, finding herself in the kitchen. She flipped the switch in an upward motion, washing the colorless kitchen in pale yellow light. Pulling out a cup, black magic wrapped itself around the kettle.

The tea calmed her nerves. This was what? Her third cup? Tea was a drug to her. It wasn't a complete day without her daily fix. Leaning against the counter, she took another sip. Then she heard it again. She spun around, tea splashing onto the floor. "Who's there?" Her voice wavered, though she tried to keep it steady. "Show yourself!"

A small figure ran across the shadows, the little excess light showing her outline and she ran. "A ghost..." She uttered, attempting to follow it. She could hear the giggles and it scared her, enough to back her into a shadow. And before she could run back upstairs, She felt two, large arms wrap around her. One snaked across her waist, the other over her mouth, and a familiar voice muttered in her ear, "Gotcha."

The redhead pranced toward Raven's door, surprised to see the door slightly ajar. "Friend Raven, do you care to join us in the feast of morning?" She pushed the door open and turned the light on.

A scream.

That night, Beast Boy couldn't sleep. No, it wasn't because he wasn't tired; it was because of a little someone who finally came to her senses. He woke up, the thin, blonde hair tickling his face. He sat up slowly, trying not to wake her. He covered her bare shoulder. She was shaking. He pulled the covers back with his eyes, imagining the frail, thin body under it. What had caused him to do this? He climbed down the bunk bed, which he could just jump down from now, that he was taller. He pulled his clothes back on. He felt dirty now. He needed a shower. He thought after last night that the feeling would be stronger now, like she had said and how he had thought so many times before when he was younger. But no, it wasn't stronger. If anything, it was gone. Yes, that's it. It had diminished completely. Now he could focus all his attention on finally on Raven. He had liked her from the start, but then Terra...

How could he have liked her? After last night, he didn't find her so attractive anymore. No, she was hideous. It was lust. He was young and she dressed and acted in such a way that it excited him. Especially when they were alone.

He remembered the day before well. It was about ten and he was playing some video games, trying to beat Cyborg's high score that he had left behind for a going away present. The doorbell rang and BB was the only one still awake to answer it. So he opened it, casual enough. Behind it was a wet, blonde girl with clothes sticking to her body like skin from all the rain. Said an apology, fell into his arms, then kissed him all the way upstairs to his bedroom and on his bed until it was almost morning again. It was like a fairytale almost. But it wasn't.

He turned the knobs for the hot and cold water. The water hit him like a prayer. The boy had grown bolder within the last six months. Or maybe he was just hornier. Either way, he had pictures of Raven and Starfire in the shower and getting undressed. He hid these in a shoe box that he kept in his closet. The thought of Raven made him relax. His shoulders slumped, his eyes closed. It felt good. But then a scream brought him out of his concentration.

Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around himself and ran out of the bathroom. He found himself sitting on the floor, holding the stripped, dark-haired girl in his arms. Tears ran down his face as he called her name and she didn't answer. Scrapes covered her pale body, scrapes and smeared blood. Starfire, where had she gone to? Oh yeah, that's right. She was going for help. Whom did this to her? Robin? No, silly idea. Robin wouldn't do this. Wait, what was that– a scent! But who's? He leaned in closer. It was familiar. He sniffed some more. Eyes widened, he realized who had done it. That anger, the anger he hadn't felt in such a long time, began to rise again. He felt his jaw begin to grow, his muscles and bones stretch.

"Raven!" The voice, it made him go back to normal. It was Robin and Starfire, who had her communicator out. Must be talking to Cyborg. She could barely talk, her sobs taking control of her words.

"What happened?" Robin glanced back and forth between the pale figure in a lump on the floor and Beast Boy.

"She was..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentenced, as if it would change everything. Robin swallowed hard. He knew, he could look and tell. Beast Boy could hear Cyborg's booming voice yell. He was threatening death on whoever done it to her. Too bad, Beast Boy thought. He would kill Adonis first.

I know, it's not the greatest. I tried to make it a little more interesting so I added a part of the second chapter to the first. Oh, and this is after the last episode, so this is the "new" Terra. Didn't want any confusion there. And if I should make the rating on this higher, please tell me. Well, please review!