This is one of those 'why not?' fics that I decided to do while I wait for the 23 total reviews needed to update FD. This one is also based on another fic that I saw a chapter of one time, but I decided to take it a different way and run. I can't think of that other fic's name or else I would give a shout-out here. This will undoubtedly turn explicit and violent, but for now it gets to enjoy a harmless T-rating.

"The only way to realize you were sleeping is to wake up."

Chapter One

It was the sunlight moving into the room that woke her up. Her room was usually completely dark, and it was startling to wake up to so much light. What struck her next was that she wasn't in her bedroom. But she also wasn't in the main room, which she had seldom woken up to, and she also wasn't trapped in a bad guy's cave which she had rarely woken up to.

She was in a nice room, elegant, but at the same time dark around the edges. It was something that she could approve of, at least, even if she wouldn't have chosen it herself. She was on a king-size bed, blankets she didn't own, twisted around her. Then she took note of what she was wearing and was embarrassed to discover nothing.

Raven didn't notice the shower running until it turned off. She had only a moment to locate the bathroom itself before the door opened and Robin-maskless-stepped out. Raven instantly hugged the blanket to her chest while simultaneously staring.

The hell?

"We're running late," he said while rubbing his hair and giving her a quick smile, "and all of my clothes are dirty, so I'll be back."

Raven reached instantly with her powers to drag him back, to make him explain where the hell they were and what the hell he was doing, but it didn't work. She tried again. No darkness flew from her, no essence reaching up. Her soul remained intact.

Raven stared for only a moment before the need to become clothed was overwhelming enough that she dragged the blanket with her to the dresser where she found some jeans and a dark, long-sleeved shirt. She yanked them on, all the while staring nervously at the door, wondering who else would come wandering through.

It wasn't until she passed by the mirror on the wall that she froze and did a double take. Black hair. She had short, black hair. Her skin was certainly pale but it wasn't gray. And her chakra was gone. She reached for it immediately, and the space beneath her fingers felt effortlessly empty, as though it had always been that way. Raven felt a tremor run through her and she turned to examine the mirror further. Was anything familiar?

Her eyes. They were still that odd color that she hadn't cared about until now. Thank god for her eyes.

There was a quick, light knock on the door. "Yeah?" Raven managed, tearing her eyes from the mirror to look at the door again.

"Are you decent?" The voice was familiar, but the words weren't right…

"I'm clothed," Raven said.

The door swung open to reveal Starfire.

But not.

She still had long, red hair but it didn't glomp together. Her eyes were still green, but the color didn't fill the whites. Her face wasn't so round. She was dressed in a simple skirt and top. And she wasn't floating.

Dear god, she wasn't floating.

"Are you okay?" Raven said. "What happened to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Star replied. "Do I look terrible?"

No accent. No disorganized syntax. Perfect English.

"...No. You…you look great," Raven said slowly.

What's going on?

"Aw, thanks Rachel," Star said smiling. "I'm trying to make sure you come down to eat on time. You never eat enough."

It was on the way down the unfamiliar hallways that Raven felt the ring on her fourth finger. She lifted her left hand to see the bright flash of silver and diamonds. Raven knew nothing about earth jewelry, but she had a suspicion that it was expensive.

"Why am I wearing this?" she muttered aloud.

Star looked back and laughed. "I warned you about getting married so young."

"Married?" Raven choked.

That earned her a weird look from Star, who decided to ignore the remark.

"Morning ladies," a cheerful voice chirped, and Raven looked over at the tall black man cooking at the stove.

Cyborg, totally whole.

"Morning, Victor. What do you have for us this morning?" Star said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Only my world-famous sausage, a la Brazil. The spice on this baby will make your teeth ache."

"In the morning?" Star asked.

"Better than coffee," Cyborg…Victor promised. He looked over at Raven. "Sit."

She sat. He loaded two plates with sausage links and placed one before each of them. "Enjoy!"

Right then a boy with blond, shaggy hair came strolling into the room and began chopping up some vegetables. "Hey guys," he greeted and Raven jumped at the voice.

Beast Boy.

But he wasn't green. And he wasn't short. He was a taller, paler version of himself and he was calmly adding diced vegetables into a blender not three feet from where Cyborg hummed happily over his sausages.

Robin entered the room then, at a brisk pace and still shaking the water from his hair. "Listen," he said flatly. "All of you need to do your laundry before it comes to life and eats this place."

Instantly Cyborg, BB, and Star chimed in protests that drowned each other out. Robin glanced over at Raven and smiled in such a way that she wanted to blush. She picked up her fork and rearranged the sausages on her plate. But she felt Robin sit next to her a moment later and then she felt his lips on her cheek and she froze once again.

BB sat across from her with a tall glass full of a rancid-looking drink that he appeared to be enjoying immensely. "If you don't want any of that you could have some of my shake," he offered, gesturing with his cup at her uneaten food.

That, of course, brought everyone's attention to Raven. "I brought you down so that you would eat, Rachel," Star groaned.

"It's really good," Cyborg promised, "You'll love it."

"Are you feeling okay?" Robin asked, his face the picture of concern.

"Why is everyone talking about this?" Raven said suddenly, interrupting everyone.

They were startled into a momentary silence. The others looked at Robin, with the exception of BB who stared directly at his shake.

"We-I…You," Robin said carefully, "need to eat well."

There was a strange silence after that. Then Cyborg glanced at the clock and cursed. "Gar, you don't have class until 11, will you clean this for me?" he said, hastily untying his apron and magically producing a bookbag.

"Me not having anything to do with your meat, or its by-products, was part of our arrangement," BB said, shaking his head.

"I'll take care of it," Robin sighed. "Kori, you and Rachel better get going."

Star gave a quick nod, showing that it meant something more than what was said and she took Raven's hand and pulled her along to the living room where there was a maelstrom of book-gathering and Raven found herself with a bag stuffed with books and notebooks around her shoulder, walking down a sidewalk towards a university.

Classes were okay. Well, she was lost as far as where she was supposed to be, but once she got there she discovered that she was excellent in classes. Spending weeks on end reading was something that significantly helped the situation.

Strangest though had been opening the notebooks to find them full of her handwriting. She had dated all of the entries and she discovered notes from months back. So she just sat through the classes, taking notes when she remembered to pay attention and otherwise just wondered what was going on.

She almost had a meltdown during her second class as she tried to levitate the chair ahead of her and again nothing happened. No magic. Her magic had been a part of her soul since she was born. How could she not have magic?

And that led to the question of what was going on. How could Star, BB, Cyborg, and Robin all…be like this? No accents, no odd colorings, no mechanical adherents, no masks. And her ring…she was married. And she was in a college! And the people around her, her professors, everyone seemed completely fine with all of this. She didn't even recognize the city.

The shock was wearing thin, and the terror and confusion was beginning to fester. How could all of this be happening?

Star had found her after Raven's second class was over and led her to the student center cafeteria where they met up with friends that Raven didn't recognize. All of them recognized her though and she did her best to wing it, with little success.

"Are you sick?" a guy named either Michael or Matthew asked as he reached across the table and put a hand on her forehead. "No fever," he said with a grin, "Are you just having an off day?"

"I'm fine," Raven said as she moved away from his hand.

"You have been acting strange all day," Star said as she studied Raven. "Perhaps you should go home? Should I call Richard?"

Star had her cell phone out before Raven could protest. "Oh right," a girl named…Vicki? said teasingly, "Richard to the rescue. Must be nice."

"No way," Michael/Matthew said, "Rich totally got the better end of the bargain," he smiled flirtatiously, "My offer for the three-way still stands."

Raven's eyes widened. Did her alter-ego actually hang out with people like this? And furthermore what was she expected to say in such situations?

"Okay," Star said as she snapped her phone shut, "I'm taking you home."

Michael/Matthew, Vicki and two others were staring at Raven. "What's up, Rach?" Vicki said, "You're just ignoring that?"

"I-" Raven stopped. She had no idea what to say. Suddenly the contours of the room drifted in and out of focus and she wavered in her seat.

"Whoa," Vicki said as she grabbed onto Raven's shoulder. "There really is something wrong with you."

Raven felt someone behind her take hold of her arms and gently pull her up out of her chair. She couldn't support her weight correctly with the room spinning so much and she fell against whoever was behind her. "Geez," a voice in her ear murmured. "Let's get you home."

She felt herself being lifted and held against the chest of whoever had been behind her. It was Michael/Matthew. When had he crossed the table to help her? Her eyes shut.

Richard met them partway to their home and had a rather displeased expression on his face as he saw Rachel being cradled in Michael's arms. Kori shrugged helplessly and Richard forced the expression off of his face. "I've got her," he said as he pulled her against him.

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She was in a bed, she could tell that much. And there were arms around her. She groaned as she opened her eyes. "I thought it was a dream," she said unhappily.

"Rachel?" Robin asked his voice groggy.

Raven pulled away from him and sat up. It was then that she realized that she was wearing different clothing, namely a large shirt of Robin's. Her face flushed. "You changed me," she said in a rather constricted voice.

"To something more comfortable," he said as he sat up, "and then I joined you. What's wrong?"

He had seen her naked, that's what was wrong.

"How old am I?" Raven asked.

Robin stared. "What?"

"Nineteen? Twenty? Twenty-one?" she ventured.

He grabbed her arm and moved closer to her. She tried to pull away but he held her steady as he peered into her eyes and then ran hands through her silky hair carefully feeling for any swelling or cuts. "Is this a joke?" he asked as he continued his search for an injury.

Raven was doing her best to wrest herself from his grip. "No!" she said on the verge of hysteria. "How old am I?"

"We're both twenty," he said firmly as he looked straight into her eyes.

"Are we married?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

Robin's grip became much rougher. "Why are you asking me this?" he demanded.

"Are we?" she repeated.

"Why are you asking me this?" he insisted.

"I don't know!" Raven answered.

"Yes," he said as a painful expression overtook his face. "For a year. Yesterday."

She stared at him. "Why did we get married?"

He let go of her arms and moved back in one motion. His eyes swiftly searched her expression. "Tell me this is a joke," he said in a slightly choked voice. "This is just a bad joke."

Raven was silent.

"We love each other," he said blankly while staring at her. "That's why we got married."

She could tell this was upsetting him, but she needed to know. What happened? What was going on? How could she wake up and be trapped in a world that she didn't know or experience?

Raven looked away. "What am I studying?"

"Triple major in Languages, History, and Pre-med." Robin's voice was thick.

"How long have we been together?"

"Four years."

Raven hesitated and then looked away. "We've been sleeping together?"

Robin's breath caught in his throat. "For two years."

She shut her eyes as a strange expression passed over her face.

"You don't remember any of it?" Robin's voice broke.

Raven shut her eyes. "This is all just a dream. Isn't it, Robin?"

"You remember that name?"

"I know that you're Robin and I know that I'm Raven."

He slowly moved forward. "Anything more?"

"Your parents are dead. You were raised by Bruce Wayne."

His eyes had a strange look in them. "And yours?"

"I lived with my mother for awhile. My father…wasn't a part of my home."

Robin hesitated and then spoke carefully. "Your parents are both dead, Rachel."

She just looked at him. There was a strange feeling in her stomach. "What more?" she asked as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

His expression showed his internal battle of whether or not to tell her. "Are you sure you want to know this?" he said quietly.

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Chapter 2 (and 3 and 4) are already written so updates should be pretty quick for awhile.

-Liz