I am stuck in the middle of my other story, and this one popped into my head. It is post-Birthmark. Or maybe happening sorta during Birthmark. See what you think!

She shut her door quietly. The light was hurting her eyes and the sounds of laughter and talk made her head pound. She closed her eyes and leaned against the door, resting in the familiar dark stillness. Why was it that always felt the loneliest when people surrounded her?

It isn't a crime to want
A little space to breathe.
But you will be fine,
The sun again will shine
On you, whatever you do.

He watched her disappear into her room with her customary reserve. How could she find it so easy to walk away from them? Her silences had been long and dark lately; few sarcastic remarks escaped her lips. Did she not know that she was admired and accepted and loved?

Take your sweet, sweet time.
'Cause I will be here,
When you change your mind.
Take your sweet, sweet time.
And I will be here
For you baby, anytime.

Her fears of the future seemed to be keeping her at arms length from everyone else. Or maybe it was her own melancholy mood. Misery loves company. The company she had seemed intent on Video Game Tournaments and fueled up on tofu and zorka berries. She took a deep breath and let it out. Blaming her feeling of dislocation on her friends instead of her terror was not reasonable. They might have been able to help her, be she had solve the problem herself.

I'm feeling you pull away,
'Cause letting go isn't easy for me.
But you'll never fly
With someone else's wings
I know wherever you go,

He wanted to knock on her door and demand to know what was going on. Order her to reveal her fear and worry. He wanted to comfort her with reassurances. She would never believe him. A wry smile twitched his mouth. A lecture on common sense would do her more good than sympathy. Telling her that would do no good; she had to learn herself. But maybe he could give her a little hint.

Take your sweet, sweet time.
'Cause I will be here,
When you change your mind.
Take your sweet, sweet time.
And I will be here
For you baby, anytime.

Slowly settled on the floor and she lit a candle. She needed to think logically. What was she afraid of? The future possibilities. Why did that scare her? The idea of the destruction she was somehow doomed to commit . . . . . she shuddered and closed her eyes. Was it avoidable? She did not know. The power was certainly within her . . . . . . The sound of a paper being shoved under the door made her open her eyes. She brought the note close to her candle to read.

I will never stand in your way,
Wherever your heart may lead you
I will love you the same.
And I will be your comfort every day.
Do you hear the words I say?

The words were crisp and succinct. They were a simple reminder of her friend's visit to the future. Twenty years in the future the destruction had not taken place. And she herself had been alive. She had forgotten.

Take your sweet, sweet time.
'Cause I will be here,
When you change your mind.
Take your sweet, sweet time.
And I will be here
For you baby, anytime.

It made her breath catch in her throat. It was another possibility of the future. One that did not picture her reeking destruction the world. Was doom avoidable? She breathed calmly and looked at the light seeping under her door. There was still a chance. She still had a choice.

I will be here for you.
I will be here.

Her door opened and he watched anxiously. She looked as self-contained as before, but she was not ignoring the cheerful discussion going on around her. She met his eyes, and he grinned.

Alright. This a Jesse McCartney song. Usually I don't like the Disney pop idols, but I fell in live with the song "Beautiful Soul" and had to buy the CD. Then I realized that most of the songs somehow described Robin and Raven's relationship. I started with this song, but if you like it I can write more for the rest of the songs!