Disclaimer: If I did own this the show would still be on the air -_-

A Favour

She didn't know what she was doing there. Sitting in the tiny, uncomfortable, wire chair next to the bed in the medical bay long after everyone else decided to turn in. Just sitting, staring at the green boy who'd been the bane of her existence for the past few months. The one whose room she'd snuck into every night since they first kissed almost seven months back, just to talk and play stupid games and sleep… just the things she wasn't ready to let the rest of their housemates know she liked doing—with him—yet. Just the things she'd love to be able to do with him all the time, but was too afraid to. The things she wasn't quite ready for.

But here she was, sat with her legs curled under her body staring at his sleeping form, eyeing the bandages around his ribs and chest, the cast on his right leg and listening to his steady breathing and the incessant ticking of all the monitors and machines he was hooked up to. Vic had said that most of them weren't as daunting as they looked and he wasn't hurt that badly, that it was mostly just precautionary, but still. How did this happen?- she thought, tears unconsciously slipping down her cheeks as she hugged her body against the steady flow of warm air that wafted through the vents. Perhaps it was just her body that had gone cold.

It was just like any other day, a chill, perfectly fine day; Star and Cyborg were lifting weights in the gym some floors down, Gar and Robin were sparring on the course outside and Raven had been meditating. That's right, perfectly chill until the alarm rang out and they had to suit up again because H.I.V.E initiated another attack on one of the smaller banks in Jump City. It seemed easy enough as they'd taken out Mammoth, Jinx and Gizmo countless times before, but this time, the pink-haired sorceress had gotten the better of Raven and collapsed a building—a soon-to-be-demolished, skeletal frame of a building -on top of her. Only it hadn't crushed her like it was intended to. Out of nowhere, Beast Boy had pushed her out of the way, taking the entire brunt of the attack, concrete and steel beams crashing down on top of him, while she escaped with minor bruises and cuts.

It was hard for her not to cry in front of them because the last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt—it was hard for her to cry period, despite Trigon's influence being practically non-existent, she still had problems with that- so instead she took care of Jinx and cursed his unconscious form in the dead of night when they got back to the tower. Why? How could he be so stupid? But she was stupid for asking why because she already knew. He'd told her. Now she just sat there, counting the seconds between the rise and fall of his chest and silently crying and stopping herself alternatively when she couldn't remember if that was what crying was supposed to sound like.

Sometime later, after her eyes were done with their pathetic little show and her nose was runny and numb, she peeled herself off the small chair; her arms wrapped around herself for warmth and prepared to leave the medical bay when he spoke up.

"Wait…please. D-don't go." And she froze, the light from the moon outside framing her silhouette through the pale curtains, chills moving up her spine as she fought with herself not to turn around, not to look him in the eye, because he'd see the fresh tears that threatened to make a girl out of her. But she was too weak, too desperate. She turned around slowly and looked down at him; the dull lights that flickered on the monitors he was connected to illuminated his face, his chiselled jaw and pale white fang. His eyes were half lidded and focused on her and then she was suddenly conscious of what she was wearing—nothing.

Well... it felt like nothing. A worn sweatshirt, probably one of his if she really thought about it, that slipped off her shoulder and barely got past her hips and a pair of black lace underwear with cotton socks that got up just slightly above her knees. In hindsight, she should have taken the time to at least put on sweatpants before sneaking out. But she was too eager to see him, too eager to see just his face, waiting until her other teammates had gotten into their beds- Star and Robin out on patrol- and were snuggly tucked in, dreaming.

"Come here," he whispered, his voice slightly raspy and chill-inspiring as he eased into the corner, wincing in pain as he tried to move on his own. He hurt like a bitch, but he wanted her next to him. Wanted to smell the jasmine in her hair and the faint smell of soap on her neck; her pale skin that lingered after she showered. The tea on her breath and the warmth of her body next to his. He didn't want her to leave, he'd woken up because he'd smelt her and heard her sobbing silently every now and then. She catapulted to his side to help him while scolding him.

"You idiot, you'll hurt yourself," she reprimanded in a hushed tone and pouting at the small smile he gave her in defiance or triumph at getting her next to him. But she couldn't help it. She wanted to hug him and slap him while telling him that he was so stupid for doing what he did for the thousandth time, but she wanted to help him and ease his pain at the same time. He wrapped his usable arm around her and pulled her down slowly to his side and she placed her head on his shoulder after she helped him move. She was careful of his injuries and resigned to lying next to him for a while.

"You're suffering, aren't you?" she asked after she'd been next to him for some time. His breathing was slightly laboured so she tried not to put too much of her weight on him, but he was still beat up pretty bad.

"Nah. This is nothing. I-I'm fine," he lied, squeezing her hip and trying not to drift off so he could just hold her next to him and feel her soft curves and dips.

"Don't lie to me." She sat up, her hair tumbling into her face, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks, sparkling like ice in the dark. He reached up and brushed one of them away, unable to do anything but that while she beat herself up about what happened to him.

"I'm sorry. But you know I'd do it again if I had a choice right?"

"Don't say things like that." She chided, moving out of his reach, unable to handle the emotions that were stirring inside of her when he said things like that to her. Like she was unable to handle any of the feelings he gave her and she hated the control he had over her when it came to her emotions. She felt the same; she couldn't deny that… she just couldn't say it. Couldn't express it as well as the indifference or annoyance she was used to and so perfected.

"Why? Because it's true?" he tried to sit up and she wanted to scream at him.

"Stop it!" and she did, gently pushing him down and unable to attempt to keep a lid on her tears, her small hands light, but firm on the part of his chest not covered in bandages. "Stop trying to move, you absolute idiot! Why!? Why are you doing this to me? What was I supposed to do if something happened to you, Garfield? Worse than this!? What am I supposed to do without you?! You can't make me watch you hurt!" she dug her fingernails into her knees after pulling her hands away from him and lowered her head, the pain in her head and chest almost unbearable, compared to the emptiness, the void that was there before, just to think about how much worse his injuries could've been.

"I won't," he whispered and she wiped her eyes.

"I won't do it either." She replied, the resolve set firmly in her head and heart, almost frightening to them both. She folded her legs underneath her and closed her eyes, concentrating on the task she'd been contemplating for the last few hours.

She'd never done what she was about to do before—well that one time with Robin didn't really count, she'd only borrowed his eyes and had healed herself multiple times, but the magnitude of the injury wasn't as great- and could only fathom the skill and technique required to pull such powerful magic off. She had to try… she had to. She couldn't watch his pain knowing that it was supposed to be her. Even despite the green boy's remarkable resilience, she just couldn't sit there and do nothing. She hardly cared at the moment that it was dangerous, especially since he was conscious and she'd never tried this on anyone besides herself before.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…"

The green boy watched as her eyes glowed and her hair whipped around her face, her body floating off the bed a few inches as she entered into whatever state this was he'd seen before. And he knew she was extremely powerful… as well as dangerous now. Her dark energy or aura, whatever it was, stretched its clawed, raven-like fingers and wrapped itself around him, seeping into his consciousness, his nerves and muscles and all of him, every part of him coated in her energy.

What had to be done now was extremely meticulous and dangerous. She started healing him; repairing his broken tissues and sewing them back together from the inside out. He felt light and wet and stiff and extremely cold, like someone was running ice under his skin- all at the same time. But he was beginning to feel better, his eyes locked on hers. She was everywhere and nowhere all at once, racing through and under his bones and muscles and repairing the damage done to his body, taking considerable care not to change anything and only fix.

Stitch.

It was tempting to take a peek inside his head… but she resisted, focused on sewing his muscles sinews and gelling his bones back to their original positions.

It was invigorating; heat and ice raced through his bones and crawled under his skin, licking his nerves and setting his body on edge. It was taking a lot out of her, he knew, but it felt so good to be touched by her—her soul-self- on such a deep and intimate level. He felt his muscles ripple from her dark touches and smoothed massages. Raven felt her limbs go numb; her hair fell against her neck as she retracted her soul-self from the green changeling, her legs making contact with the sheets on the tiny cot again. She could barely hold up her own weight, she was so tired. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes fell shut, she felt so light. She wobbled and her head felt too heavy to hold up any longer—she jerked backwards, her body unable to keep itself upright.

She wasn't used to this. The drain that came afterwards. She'd only ever healed extensive damage on herself, and even then, it had taken hours. Days of concentration in her meditative state and not… how long had it been? She was so tired, her body felt like mush and the sound of sleep humming in her ears sounded welcoming and irresistible.

"Raven." The newly rejuvenated shape shifter caught her before she fell over the edge of the small cot, his hand- that had just been too fractured and bruised up to move- plastered on her wrist and he yanked her forward, her body slumping on top of his.

Her eyes were barely open and she breathed slowly. That had taken a toll on her quite obviously. Beast Boy held her face in his hands on top of him and sat up, her body limp and he almost panicked before she moved, placing her hands on his biceps to steady herself—suddenly very aware of how little he was wearing, the thick corded muscles beneath his skin, the strength they possessed and she had to stop herself from mumbling something embarrassing in front of him.

She pulled back and sat on her legs, still very exhausted as he just stared at her, examining her tired features; full parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.

"Why did you do that?" he whispered, stroking her pale smooth skin with his thumb where her now dried tears would be, staring dreamily at her lips. She was going to choke if he didn't stop staring at her like that; like she was see-through and the only person in the world he wanted to hold right then.

"You know I'd do it again if I had a choice, right?" she tried to smirk, throwing his line back in his face and then he couldn't stop himself. He closed the space between them and drew her supple lips to his slowly, giving her sufficient time to pull away.

But she didn't. She was too busy drowning in him. And he was too. Left heady and dazed by just her smell and feeling an overwhelming closeness and intimacy from what she'd just done for him, he couldn't help himself. The first peck was light and testing. Teasing. To see if that was really what the other wanted, gently nipping at her lower lip as she reminded herself not to fall apart from just that little bit of contact. He pulled back and stared into her luminous indigo eyes, questioning.

There was no doubt there, no hesitation and so he leaned in again, his hands soft and calloused all at once on her neck and cheeks and his breath hot on her cold skin. She closed the space between them with the little strength she had left and pressed her lips to his. His eyes shot open from the shock and the sweet taste on her lips, but he relaxed and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned, her body slumping into his bare chest, unable to draw up the strength to try to move another part of her body and only enjoyed his kiss. The feel of his soft, full lips against hers, his hands on her skin as she tried to refrain from asking for more.

From taking more.

She parted her lips languidly and he slipped his tongue inside and deepened the kiss, her soft whimpers lost but not forgotten on his ears as he teased her. He pulled her nearer, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her down on top of him, his lips still fastened, tasting the tea on her tongue briefly, questioning and massaging hers with his. Soft and endearing like a caress. They'd kissed before, when their affair first started; small pecks, fleeting touches and such, but nothing that felt like what they were doing now. Nothing that felt so right.

A low, unexpectedly sultry moan echoed from her and he smiled against her lips, taking her soft cry as compliance and pulled her body closer, the sweater separating her perfect skin from his touch suddenly felt like a massive wall, thick and unnecessary.

What are you doing?!

What are you doing, Raven!? You have to stop this before it goes any further than this…

But I want it to…

Even admitting it to herself, inside her head was a feat and the battle would go on for a while until she made a choice. She didn't want to pull away. He was so warm against the previous cold and the shivers that moved down her spine had nothing to do with the cool air conditioning. His hands on her lit fires inside her stomach and she no longer wanted to hit or scold him. She mustered up some energy and brought her hands up to rest on his bare chest, their tongues slowly caressing the others, languidly. Sensually. His muscles tensed and his arms around her tightened, but he pulled away slowly, pulling on her lower lip in a manner that sent firecrackers pelting along the route to Raven's stomach and heat between her legs, his eyes dazed and focused thoroughly on her.

"We can stop if you want Rae." He was breathless and a slight rasp laced his gentle words and something pulled on her core. Something about his voice and the way he said her name then. She clasped her fingers behind his neck and slowly, lazily straddled her secret boyfriend, their entire torsos glued together, fully aware of how much weight she was putting on him and the sheer lack of clothing both of them had. She didn't want to think too much, she was so tired.

"I'm cold… and you're so hot." And now she wasn't making any sense, but it wasn't her fault she reason. What was that!? He'd never kissed me like that before… The green boy smiled boyishly, a blush forming in the darkness on his cheeks and pulled her closer, letting her go briefly to pull the covers up around her shoulders, regrettably blocking a lot of her from his view, her legs… her thighs, that seared at his sides. She was exhausted and she needed to rest. As much as Beast Boy wanted to do a lot of things to the girl who possibly just saved his life, he knew that and he cared more about her wellbeing than anything else.

"Close your eyes Rae. Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when it's early so you can go back to your room before Cy comes to check on me," he whispered, tickling the hair near her ear and making her shiver. Despite herself, she leaned in to kiss him chastely once more and snuggled into him, curling her arms and legs around him and inhaling his scent.

"Don't wake me up."

"But-," he began, slightly confused and wondering if she'd somehow lost her memory. She didn't want the team to know about them yet. He might just have to take her back himself when he was sure she'd fallen asleep. But her fingernails brushed across his lips absently.

"I said don't wake me up." I'm staying. And Beast Boy couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips and the heat that spread through his chest. He pulled her closer to him and his grip tightened around her and prepared to drift off with her in his arms and the possibility that maybe she didn't mind that their teammates would find out about them and their secret relationship when he caught sight of something. He took her hand in his, the one she'd used to shush him and turned it over in his, annoyance already seeping into him.

There, on her wrist he could make out, even in the dim light, bright purple and slightly swollen was a bruise. One she'd probably gotten from that fight with H.I.V.E. She was sound asleep by now, so she wouldn't see the frown that morphed onto his lips.

Ta-da! I tried a thing again. I didn't want to do these one-shots all separately... but I have no idea how to add another part to the first one. Anyway; enjoy and lemme know what you think.