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BBRae fan fiction!

No flaming please!

This story is dedicated to ShadeyMike.

Here is some basic stuff:

1. Starfire is Kori Anders!

2. Beast Boy is Garfield Logan!

3. Raven Roth is Rachel Roth!

4. Cyborg is Victor Stone!

5. Robin is Richard Grayson!

Chapter One: First Meetings!

Rachel Roth groaned, as the early morning light flew through the curtains. A soft line of luminosity came in contact with her sleeping eyelids, and she pulled herself out of the soft haven. The silence of dawn welcomed her senses, while the warmth of the day comforted her. Her roommate, Kori; was snoring softly in a cot. They were both sophomore's at college, struggling and fighting to gain what they strived for.

"I better get going." Rachel muttered, pulling a hood over her lavender hair. The wind was howling in the distance, screaming out Rachel's name. Exiting the dorm room, Rachel encountered the intense scent of alcohol and marijuana. Many young adults were scattered across the hallway because they had drunken themselves in a frenzy the night before. The few that had begun to stir from their sleep, immediately flung themselves onto the floor to vomit.

"Disgusting." Rachel hissed, as the man sleeping by the door began to gurgle. Sympathy did not exist in Rachael's heart. Picking her way around the highly-hung over group, Rachel rushed through the doorway. The air in the hallway reeked with unpleasant scents, that choked Rachel's body. The moment the door had swung open, Rachel chugged a gulp of fresh air. 'Oh, God.'

Birds chirped in the air, feeling the earth with a heavenly song. Rachel strolled towards the library, where she had a part-time job. Usually, she did simple things like put books away and get coffee for the older librarians; but she had a problem, a big problem. It was her boss, and there was only one word that could effectively describe him: Asshole. Garfield Logan didn't know the difference between a book and a orange. Yet, he trumped around the library like a freaking king.

"Shit!" Rachel scowled, accidentally burling into a man with boiling hot coffee. The contents of heated liquid poured all over Rachel's body, scolding her. Staring upward, Rachel encountered the eyes of the man who she was just thinking about. She hated him with the utmost passion.

"Morning, Rachel." Garfield greeted,frowning apologeticallyat Rachel's coffee-covered body. A bubble of anger drifted into her throat, but she diminished it. Garfield Logan was lucky that he was in charge of her pay check because if he wasn't, then Rachel would have smashed him like a bug. Running his fingers through his messy hair, Garfield hesitantly began to hand Rachel some napkins.

"Great, real great." Rachel muttered, scowling as she excepted the napkins form Garfield's grasp. 'This is just my luck,' Rachel thought. Today was Saturday; Garfield Logan never came to the library before noon on Saturday's, but yet here he was. It was so, incredibly typical. Today was going to be a bad day, a extremely bad day.

"Are you alright, Rachel?" Garfield questioned, noticing Rachel's deepening grimace. A severe urge to hurt somebody coursed through Rachel's veins, but she merely continued to scowl. Rachel wrinkled her nose, doing her best not to chew off Mr. Logan's head. It wasn't like Garfield Logan was a bad person, he was pretty much nice to everyone. That's precisely why Rachel hated him. The many girl's he constantly flirted with were constantly jamming the library phone lines. She wouldn't be surprised, if Garfield had slept with every woman Jump City. Half the woman he had dated, only liked him because he was filthy rich.

"I'm just peachy." Rachel growled, a strong, sour flavor tinged her mouth. A passing car forced a large tidal wave from the sewer onto the street, drenching Rachel's shoes. The wetness seeped through Rachel's shoes, making her feet become instantly numb. Scowling, Rachel lifted up her drenched shoes. Yet another aspect of her extremely bad day.

"Your late for work! I'll take you back to your house, so you can wash up." Garfield offered, pointing towards his shimmering, black Porsche. Another bubble of detestation attacked Rachel's throat, making kind words momentarily impossible. Mr. Logan hadwon thirty-five million dollars in the lottery, but he had gotten bored with living at home.So, he took up a job at the library.That brings us to the second reason, why she despised Garfield Logan. Instead of working his way to the top like a normal person, he used his money to bring himself to the peak.

"No." Rachel said, shaking her head. Shivering, Rachel wrapped her arms around herself. The coffee had quickly turned from hot to cold, in the arctic winter weather. Giving Rachel a curious glance, Garfield shrugged his athletic shoulders. A gust of wind blew Rachel's tendrils of lavender hair into the wind, blinding Rachel fleetingly.

"Are you sure?" Garfield protested, staring at Rachel's pale complexion. Nodding in reply, Rachel marched off in the opposite direction. Another gust of wind made Rachel's hair go flailing, but she merely flipped back into its normal position. Staring after the girl, Garfield sighed sadly. A sense of insecurity entered his stomach, while watching Ms. Roth leave. 'Why does she hate me? Maybe, I smell funny. It probably didn't help that I hit on her during her first day of work,' Garfield groaned.

"At least, I have Game Station games with Victor to look forward to." Garfield cheered, unlocking his sleek auto. The soft, ebony leather excepted his body without any groans of unhappiness. Victor Stone was his best buddy, and his highest competitor. They had met back in college, during their freshman year in the local university. The engine purred, as Garfield drove the car down the street. Victor's car outwitted Garfield's own, and Victor was utterly obsessed with it. Don't get me wrong, Victor was not rich. But, he lived in a small apartment; so, he could afford the luxury of having the best car in Jump City.

"I hope, Vic doesn't mind that I'm a bit late." Garfield said, pulling his amazing car into the apartment complex. The sound of a crying woman could be heard upon the steps, and Gar sadly looked her. The women his staring eyes, and she turned away. Well, it was obvious the girl did not need his help. Garfield did know, what it was like to be poor. Most of his life, he survived where the money was scarce. His parent's died in a boating accident when he was small, so he got transferred into many different Foster Home's. Trucking up the remainder of the steps, Garfield pounded on his friends door.

"Yo', dawg.'" Victor greeted, smiling at his green friend. Victor Stone was a extremely tall, muscular man. He had prosthetic leg because he suffered a horrific incident, when he was a child. Stepping into Victor's apartment, Garfield took in the smells. The ruff scent of metal filled Garfield's nostrils, like a kid fills hi stomach full of ice cream.

"Sorry, I'm late." Garfield apologized, bowing his head in apology. Nodding, Cyborg simply began to turn on the television. Victor knew that Gar had a hard time arriving on time; that's why he always told Garfield to arrive one hour earlier, than he normal would. It was just a simple trick. However; Garfield had just set a all time high for his lateness. Unlike most of Garfield's other friends, Victor called Garfield by a nickname. The name had been given to him at high school, but it had stuck with him for many years. Now, Victor called Garfield, Beast Boy.

"It's cool, B.B. Just be glad that I get Saturday's off from work." Cyborg said, booting up the Game station system. With jealousy, Garfield glanced around the room. Victor's house was full of life and spirit. The mess that had spread through Garfield's old apartment could have eaten the entire city whole. After he got rich, his maids made his entire household spotless. Lifting a finger to clean was not necessary in Mr. Logan's life. Apart of him missed the heaps of horrible, disgusting clutter that came with a fulfilling life. Looking around at Victor's home, apart of Garfield began to feel incredibly empty.

Meanwhile...

"The red one." Richard stated, as his assistant held out several different colored tie's. Handing Richard Grayson the red tie, his young assistant hurried out of the room. Richard Grayson was in a extremely bad mood. Bruce Richard's uncle, had told him the Mason Pact had not gone through efficiently. His occupation was Richard's life; he breathed, lived, and dreamed the job. Every moment of his life consisted of work, work, and more work. Therefore; Richard was currently lacking a social life.

"I need to call, Bruce." Richard scowled, picking up his black, handheld cellular phone. Beyond Bruce, Richard had two friends; Garfield Logan and Victor Stone. They had been college buddies that had never split up. Lately, he hadn't had much time to visit them. It wasn't like he was missing much, though. They pretty much were set on playing never-ending battles on their game station. He could easily kick their butts without much effort. A busy signal entered Richard ear, making Richard throw the cellular phone onto the desk. It shattered, sending the pieces everywhere. It didn't matter. Richard had more cell phones, than a candy shop had pieces of candy.

"That's the fourth cell phone, I broke this week." Richard said, eyeing the pieces. Carefully, he swept the cell phone pieces into his hand. Depositing the junk into the trash can, Robin tilted his head backwards in stress. It looked like, he was going to have to use his desk phone for the rest of the day. Silently cursing, Richard stared at the telephone on his desk. The phone was constantly overrun with noisy, piercing static that harmed his ears.

"I think, I need a vacation." Richard stated, focusing his eyes upon his laptop computer screen. His work was waiting; he didn't have time to waste. After several minutes of typing, his eyes began to defocus. 'Not again,' Richard thought.

"Why can't I concentrate?" Richard growled, glaring at his laptop computer. The thing's that had once fascinated Richard Grayson, now seemed dull and pores. Bruce said that Richard needed a break, but that wasn't it. Even after his paid vacation to some tropical islands, Richard still felt completely and utterly dysfunctional.

"Mr. Grayson, there is a telephone call on line one." His assistant blared the words through his intercom, permanently damaging his ears. Sighing, Richard picked up the work telephone. A familiar voice echoed through his head, as he picked up the telephone. Even Victor's deep voice sounded weak behind the wall of static. He could pretty much make out his words through the distracting, irritating noises. 'Great, my office is the only place in Jump city with bad telephone service,' Richard contemplation.

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Authors Note:

I'm sorry, if this chapter was dull! It was basically a introduction to all the characters! The next couple of chapters will be longer and more interesting! (: You guys rock!

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Ravenmasteroftele!