The transmission had come early that morning in a strange looking pod while she was meditating on the roof of the Titan Tower. Raven had given it to Robin immediately because Robin was the boss and hated it when his authority was undermined. It was just a pod and she had felt no emotion towards it at the time.

She didn't care until the message in that small pod shook the foundation of her world.

On the large screen that was now being ignored by her arguing teammates, were two average looking adults. They were average minus the fact that they were the same shade of green as the youngest of the Teen Titans, Beast Boy. The transmission told the tale of a civil war on a faraway planet and the pleading for the "lost son" to return home to save their people. Near the end of the transmission, there had been explosions and yelling. The two adults had looked into each other's eyes and nodded. Then the pod containing the video launched into space towards earth. The last few seconds of the video captured the two nameless adults morphing into strange creatures and fighting indistinguishable enemies.

They were obviously the same species as her friend. They were in distress and yet Raven could not feel anything for them. They were not the Titan's problem. The Titan's had enough to deal with here on their own planet. The Brotherhood of Evil had been taken down as a collective, but there were fragments of the members causing trouble across the globe. Robin was determined to put each one of them away and was yelling above the others that we needed everyone to be successful. Nobody could leave until peace was restored.

But one of the Titans did not agree with Robin and his logic.

Beast Boy was yelling right back about how this was his responsibility. There were people out there who knew who he really was, what he really was and that they were looking for him. Not the Titans, they needed Beast Boy.

Raven knew Beast Boy. He was constantly underestimated. This was his time to prove that he was not just the goofy kid with the lame jokes. He was just a goofy kid, but he always showed determination and was always loyal to a good cause. It was also in his nature to be stubborn when he was trying to prove someone wrong.

Raven sighed. She felt like her head was about to split. All of the yelling in combination with suppressing her emotions made her want to hide and find somewhere quiet to think about this dilemma. Instead, she focused on the arguments.

Cyborg and Robin were dead set against Beast Boy leaving. He was too young to go off by his own and the Titans couldn't afford to go with him at this critical stage in the war against the Brotherhood of Evil. If they wanted to end the league permanently, they needed ALL of the help they could get.

Beast Boy and Starfire were on the same side. Beast Boy countered with, "If I'm too young, how would I be able to help with the Brotherhood of Evil anyway?! If I can fight them, I can go help whoever needs me out there!" Starfire, as princess of Tamaran, knew what it was like to have loyalties to her people and sided with Beast Boy for this reason.

Robin finally shouted," Alright! It's an even tie," he turned to Raven," and since we can't come to a decision, Raven will be the tie breaker."

Everyone stopped talking to turn to her. Raven looked at Beast Boy, then at Robin and said in her flat monotone voice," As far as I'm concerned, this is Beast Boys choice. He should do what he feels is right."

A moment of silence, then chaos broke it. Beast Boy was cheering with Starfire and Robin was stalking away. Cyborg looked shocked for a moment then accepted what had happened to join in celebrating. Raven stayed back away from them. She was breathing deeply to help her suppress the new emotion that had surfaced.

Regret

She meant what she had said, but she wished she hadn't. Her little world consisted of the four people who were fighting. Robin wouldn't forgive her for not siding with him and now Beast Boy was going to be leaving, possibly forever. That last thought made her chest tighten and made it difficult to breathe. Robin couldn't stay mad at her, but Beast Boy was leaving. The one who was always there is just going to be gone, for people he didn't even know or love.

We're his family, she thought, not them. Raven processed emotions differently than other people because of the nature of her powers. She still felt them like normal people. They were still there. Instead of truly feeling them, however, she stood away from them like a stranger. She looked at them from a distance. She could see them and recognize them, but she never let those emotions get too close.

But now, there was so much emotion that it was getting crowded in her heart and there was nowhere for her to hide from them, nowhere to stand away from them. Every time she backed away from one, she would bump into another. Raven was becoming overwhelmed and soon her powers would start to act up in accordance. She shut her eyes tightly as if in pain.

As Raven was trying to control herself, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Every emotion was shocked into submission and she had control again. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Beast Boy in front of her a few inches away. She stepped back out of his arms. He let her go.

He took a deep breath," Raven, I'd just like to say thanks. Robin only ever listens to you and it means a lot to me that you were on my team this time."

He smiled his toothy grin and folded his hands behind his head like he always did. I'm going to miss him she thought with surprise.

Her arms wrapped around him against her will. Before he could react, she whispered," Be safe," and then she used her magic to flee to the solitude of her room.

Now, three years later, Raven woke up with a start. She was shaking from the vividness of her dream. When Beast Boy failed to return a year after he left, the Titans had launched on a deep space expedition and searched for this mystery planet. After six months of looking, the Titans gave up. Beast Boy was lost or dead. At least if he was lost, he might be able to find a way home. If he was dead… Well, everyone had already mourned for him.

Raven never quite got over his loss.

This dream left her shaken to the core and things were flying around the room from her powers reacting to her distress. She tried to calm herself down and got all of her possessions to stop scattering across the room. She got out of bed and put on her cloak. She looked out of her window and realized that it was the middle of the night. Not that it mattered, she needed to fly.

She teleported herself outside and flew into the night. She eventually came to her favorite meditating spot. It wasn't more than an outcropping of rock, but it was hers. She crossed her legs and started chanting azarath metrion zynthos. She soon became lost in the simple phrase and found her inner balance.

Not more than a few minutes passed when her extended awareness picked up a large object hurtling towards her. She snappedto attention and prepared to impede the flying object. She raced up to it and surrounded it with her magic. It was large, but manageable. When she tried to pull back on it to slow it down, it broke her magic. Raven's vision went dark for a moment, but she focused on her target again. She was a little more delicate with it and got the thing to slow down enough so that she could steer it towards her little island. She and the object crashed into the sand at the edge of the island.

When she regained her senses, Raven sat up to investigate the thing she felt so compelled to save. It looked like a primitive space ship. There were patches of metal sheets welded onto the shell of another ship that looked vaguely familiar. The front glass looked more like obsidian and she could not see through it. She used her telepathy to find out if there was anything alive in it. She sensed a heartbeat and immediately got to work.

Raven used her magic to break the glass and clear the way. She then climbed in and released the man driving the ancient ship from his harness. Using her magic again, she lifted him out as gently as she could onto the sand. His head was in a wooden helmet with more of the obsidian glass for a face mask.

She used her power to look into his chest for internal bleeding and broken bones, which she found a lot of. This man's body has been through a lot of trauma she thought. She set to work healing as much as she could. Four ribs and a punctured lung later, the man was breathing normally. She checked his spinal cord for damage there, but there was none. Finally she cut open his shirt to heal any minor wounds.

There were lacerations all over the man. That much she could tell by the light that the stars gave off. She began to stitch them closed, using her magic as the thread that pulled his muscles together. Finally, with the last reserves of her strength, she closed the last cut that was right over his heart. After a final scan with her magic, Raven decided that he was going to live, if he ever woke up.

She put her hands down on his chest in exhaustion. Her fingers picked out the outline of a thick scar that ran from his collarbone down to the bottom of his ribcage. Raven's brows furrowed in confusion. This was an old wound that had healed badly. She investigated further and found similar scars all over his chest and abdomen. As she was investigating the last of his scars, the moon came out from behind the clouds.

Raven gasped out loud. Not because of the horrifying sight of this man's many scars, but because of the color of the skin.

It was green.