A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic ever so please do me a favor and be gentle! I appreciate all comments, but please no super harsh flames! Medium to small flames will do just fine! Thanks! P.S. I don't own the Teen Titans.

Prologue

Raven's POV

He….hurt me. Me. I didn't know that was possible anymore. I thought we had something together, but now I see that my judgment was clouded. When I looked back with a clear head, I realized just how suspicious and unreasonable he really was. The worst part was I let him and for what? Some fake compliments and empty promises that led to my epic failure and embarrassment.

But I made up for it; I banished him back into his book where he belongs. I took control and fixed my mistakes, like I always do. But this was something I only wanted to happen once. With a troubled mind, I used my powers to fix the roof before sinking through the roof into my room. I knew I didn't have to tell the others to leave me alone.

I gazed at the scene around me. Books and scrolls; some intact and others faintly smoking, littered the room and covered every available surface. I sighed and picked up my mirror, I needed a trip to Nevermore. I needed their council to find a solution to my problems.

Later, back in my room, I was cleaning up when there was a knock on my door. "Raven?" I clutched the book I was holding to my chest. I knew that voice. I also knew I didn't want to see him, or anyone else, just yet. I remained silent as he continued.

"It's me. Look, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

Confused, I questioned. "For what? You weren't the one who-"

He interrupted me. "No, I'm sorry that he broke your heart."

"I know it was all a lie, but he was the only person who ever made me feel like I wasn't….creepy, and don't try to tell me that I'm not." Because I knew he did, he already told me so.

"Ok, fine, you're way creepy." That stung a little. "But that doesn't mean you have to stay locked in your room. You think you're alone Raven, but you're not."

His odd little pep talk touched me. I opened my door to see his surprised face before reaching foreword and pulling him into a hug. I tried to put all of my unsaid-gratitude into the very un-me-like gesture as he remained stiff in my arms. After a moment, he pulled away and I let him.

He stared at me for a moment in what I think was shock, before the tension was broken by Cyborg throwing a stank ball at Beast Boy's face. "Booyah!" I sent a silent thank you to Azar, I did not want to talk or think about my feelings anymore that night-or ever again for that matter. I made my decision, plucking the wad of dirty clothes up from Beast Boy's face; I enveloped the clothes in my dark magic before turning to Cyborg. For the finishing touch, I added a little grin.

"Now hold on Raven! Agh!"

I threw it at him with a well practiced aim and hit him squarely in the face. A small giggle arose before I could stop it, which caused both boys to glance at each other. I held up the ball again in a threatening manner before they turned tail and disappeared down the hall. Once they were gone, I felt my grin slip and I dropped the filthy wad of clothes next to Cyborg's room. My doors slid shut behind me and I continued to place items back where they belonged. I didn't need the others to help me with my problem. I had already addressed and found an adequate solution. I just needed a little time to move in from this, just the night. In the morning, I could deal with anything again, but right now, I needed to rest and meditate. After all, I had already made absolutely sure that this kind of thing could never happen again.

"I still think you should stop this," An intelligent, warning voice murmured. "You don't know the consequences will come of what you have done."

"Neither do you," I countered. "Don't you see," I thought back. "It was the only way to protect us, to protect them. What damage could we cause if this happened again?" I reasoned.

The voice huffed in an annoyed voice. "I thought Beast Boy was supposed to be the child, Raven. Not you."

I crawled onto bed and tucked myself in, too tired to be surprised at her cracking a joke. "It shouldn't matter to you anyway. What I…thought I felt, you never would have anyway, it had nothing to do with you." I received no answer so I tried to sleep, ending up drifting for a while. Just as I was finally closing my eyes, I heard her sigh.

"And now, neither of us will." She said in a tired, resigned voice.

I pushed her comment away and forced myself to believe I had made the right decision, because if this ever happened again, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for putting my team in danger.

A snort echoed in my head and a different, rougher voice answered. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. Admit it; this whole thing is a result of your cowardice."

I glared at the ceiling and shoved her away before effectively closing my mind against any further intrusions, but her words gave me a sliver of a doubt. Was I wrong? …No I knew I wasn't. Hardening my heart, I slipped into a dreamless, healing sleep.

I was awoken the next morning by the singing of birds and the first few rays of dawn. The air was pleasantly cool and the clear sky ensured a sunny day, a sure promise of a new beginning. The slightest hint of a smile worked itself onto my relieved, if tired, face. I felt totally at peace as I dressed for the day and left my room in search of my morning tea.

Upon my arrival, I noted that I, as per usual, was the first one up. That was fine by me; more meditation was probably needed before I would be able to properly appear "normal" or "over it". "I am absolutely fine and will restore my image as the stoic, controlled, emotionless teammate." I reassured myself as I took the kettle of the stove, pleased with the smell that emanated from the tea when I steeped it. Using my powers, I summoned a cup and saucer from the cabinet and proceeded to pour a generous amount into the cup-

"Emotionless? I think not Miss Raven," Interrupted the gruff voice. I froze as she continued. "In fact, I say this whole thing is a result of you overreacting." The cup began to shake. "If anything, this experience shows you are the most emotional one of all." I could practically feel her smirk as she finished. "You know I speak the truth, don't deny it. We all know what happens when you do. That being said, what are you going to do about it?"

The cup shattered. I stood silent, looking at, but not quite seeing the broken remains of my beverage, reduced to pieces again because I couldn't control myself. Shaking myself of the thought and her words, I stooped down and cleaned the mess before pouring a fresh cup, and heading for the roof. I needed some deep meditation, if just to ease my conflicted mind.