So It Goes.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans

A/N: These are mostly meant for me to flesh out my own personal BBRae head cannons. Feel free to review to let me know if you spot any errors, have any writing advice, or if you for some reason enjoy my writing. :)

Edit: Though each of these stories will be based on a different prompt/word/phrase, they all exist within the same plot line.

The following occurs a few weeks after Trigon's defeat. I'm putting both Raven and Beast Boy at around 16 years old at this point.


Chapter 1: Cat out of the Bag

Raven let out an exasperated sigh. Her clock read 2am. Only ten minutes had passed since she last looked, but it felt like an eternity had passed in the suffocating heat of her bedroom. After resigning herself to the fact that she would not be falling back asleep anytime soon, Raven grabbed her cloak, slung it over her white cotton tee and pajama shorts, and headed for the roof. Perhaps some nighttime meditation in the fresh cool air would do her good.

Raven had been meditating for roughly twenty minutes when it began to pour without warning. With a frustrated growl, she lowered herself from the lotus position and prepared herself to phase back inside when she felt it: a feeling of distress and annoyance, not unlike her own. The feeling lightly caressed her emphatic senses and she was able to pinpoint its location to the base of the tower. Curious, and acknowledging that she couldn't possibly get any wetter; Raven put up her emotional shields and peered over the tower's edge.

Barely visible by the tower's entrance sat a black cat, looking equally as miserable and drenched as the empath. Raven, understanding the cat's feelings and unable to leave it wet and alone, phased to the base of the tower, scooped the cat up in her cloak and teleported to her bedroom.

Once back in her room, the cat began to thrash about in Raven's arms until it escaped onto her bed. Raven wondered just what she was thinking when she tried to shelter the little thing from the storm. The two stared at each other in tense silence. Raven had never seen a cat quite like the one starring daggers at her from her bed. It was entirely black, other than its piercing orange eyes, and its nose and round cheeks seemed squished against its broad oval head. Its mouth was set in a constant frown and its small rounded ears were pressed backwards in a pitiful display of aggression.

Enveloping a creature in dark magic and teleporting it to a place it's never seen before was probably one of her poorer ideas.

Raven attempted to soothe the cat with her words as she subtly crept closer, only for the cat to bolt. The soaked black mass of fur leapt gracefully through the air and clung to the curtains at Raven's window. Raven froze. Maybe if she showed the cat she wasn't trying to hurt it, it would calm down and they could both dry off and wait out the storm.

She began backing away slowly when she heard the telltale sound of ripping fabric. Both she and the cat looked terrified as the shorthaired beast slowly descended to the floor, claws making angry marks in the curtain on its way down. Determined to capture the little rascal before it caused any more damage to her sanctuary, Raven used her powers to summon her cloak from the floor, wrap it around the troublesome feline, and bring it securely into her arms where it hissed and struggled in vain.

Raven grudgingly realized there was only one more thing to do. She had to ask Beast Boy for help.

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Beast Boy shot upwards when he heard a soft knock on his door. He cringed and prepared to hit his head against his top bunk when he remembered he upgraded to a full bed weeks ago and let out a sigh of relief. He listened again and heard shuffling coming from the other side of his door. Figuring it was Robin coming to lecture him about god knows what, Beast Boy sighed and flung himself from his bed, quickly putting a spare pair of sweatpants over his bare body and not bothering with a shirt. He was not prepared for the sight that awaited him.

Raven stood outside his door, completely soaked and holding her cloak in a bundle at her chest. Her hair was plastered to her neck, her white tee shirt was completely see-through (thank the heavens she had a dark camisole underneath or Beastboy may have fainted right then and there), and she looked furious. He panicked.

"Whatever is going on, Rae, I swear I didn't do it," he said quickly, his voice raspy with sleep. Raven blamed the heat that rushed to her face on embarrassment and the chill that rain down her spine on the fact she was wet and freezing.

After composing herself, Raven raised her arms to reveal the cause of her distress and spoke in her classic monotone, "I was meditating outside. I found this cat. I wanted to help it but now we're both soaked and miserable. I think it's afraid of me. I don't know what to do. Also, it's Raven, not Rae."

Beast Boy couldn't help it. The sight before him was equally the cutest and most hilarious thing he had ever seen. He started laughing.

Raven, eyes wide, pushed them into his room and shut the door.

"Are you insane? Be quiet or you'll wake up Robin," she hissed.

There was no telling what Robin would do if he found a cat other than Beast Boy in the tower. If Robin hated anything more than Slade, it was cats.

Beast Boy shut his mouth immediately and reached for the bundle in Raven's arms.

"I'm warning you, it's really aggressive." Raven carefully handed Beast Boy the cat. The instant it was in his arms, the little feline began to purr and Beast Boy directed his haughtiest smirk at Raven.

"You've got to be kidding me," Raven deadpanned.

Beast Boy ruffled Raven's wet hair with his free hand, "This little guy's just like you, Rae, all tough on the outside but gooey on the inside!"

Raven rolled her eyes, "Can you just watch him for a few minutes while I go dry off?"

Beast Boy chuckled and gave her a genuine smile, "Sure thing, Rae."

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Ten minutes later, Raven returned to Beast Boy's room. Her hair was messily piled into a bun and she had changed into a dry set of pajamas. Beast Boy, who now also wore a sweatshirt, motioned her in happily.

"Come on in, little Gar's been waiting for you."

"You named him after yourself?" Raven looked up at him skeptically.

He looked at her as seriously as he could, "Well, what else would you name such a good looking guy?"

She rolled her eyes.

Beast Boy plopped down on his bed and little Gar, who was now as dry as could be, came bounding into his lap. Raven approached slowly, only to be greeted by little Gar with a hiss.

Raven sighed dejectedly, "I told you he was afraid of me. Even cats think I'm creepy."

"That's not true, Rae! He's just shy."

"He likes you though," Raven grumbled childishly.

"Hey, it's in my genes!" he said as he patted the spot across from him on the bed.

Raven, after navigating through the piles of clothes and comic books on the floor, sat carefully, looking at Beast Boy for direction. He scooped the little cat off his lap and motioned for Raven to hold out her arms. She shivered, still cold from her excursion outside, and began to reach her arms out. The cat swiped at her arms with its claws and Raven gave Beast Boy a skeptical look.

"Okay, new plan!" Beast Boy rushed out as he placed the cat back in his lap.

He shrugged out of his sweatshirt and tossed it to Raven. "Put that on."

"What? Why?"

Beast Boy feigned exasperation, "Just trust me, okay?"

"Fine," Raven grumbled as she put Beast Boy's sweatshirt on over her shirt. A small sigh escaped her lips as she instantly felt warmer, Beast Boy's residual body heat embracing her like an oversized heated blanket.

Beast Boy, before he could dwell on how attractive and small Raven looked in his hoodie, thrust the cat into her arms. The little black ball of fur purred and snuggled against Raven's chest, much to her surprise.

"You were cold," Beast Boy stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, so?"

Beast Boy grinned triumphantly, "That's why he didn't want you to hold him; you were too cold!"

As the realization hit Raven, she sighed in relief and smiled gratefully up at Beast Boy.

Beast Boy's swore his heart stopped. She was too beautiful for her own good. "O-okay now you two go get some rest! Big day tomorrow! Thanks for stopping by!" he practically shouted as he rushed the girl and her new companion out of his room before he did anything stupid.

After shutting the door behind them, Beast Boy waited until he heard a soft "Goodnight, Gar" and the quiet padding of feet before he released the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

Beast Boy's face flushed, whether she had been talking to him or the cat didn't matter. "Night, Rae," he whispered.

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Raven dozed off peacefully on her side while little Gar, who she renamed Edgar to avoid confusion, slept warmly nestled in the hood of Beast Boy's sweatshirt.

Beast Boy, however, was still awake and evaluating recent events.

It had been several weeks since Trigon's defeat, and Jump City was experiencing a lull in criminal activity, allowing a certain young empath to explore the lengths of her newfound emotional freedom. Though her powers were still influenced by her emotions, after severing the link to her father, Raven was able to exhibit more control over her powers and thus began to experiment with her emotional limits.

It started with simple things like returning Starfire's hugs and sitting close with her teammates during the movie nights she began to frequent more often. She trained more often with Robin, she participated in more of "the girl talk" with Starfire, she helped Cyborg more often with the T-car, and she spent time watching nature documentaries with Beast Boy and listening attentively to his insight.

Raven still enjoyed her alone time, meditation, and books, but she was less inclined to throw anyone that dared disturb her, namely Beast Boy, into the bay. Her sarcasm and wit remained sharp as ever but her jabs and quick remarks were more light hearted rather than scathing.

As for Beast Boy, though his mental maturity remained for the most part unchanged, he finally hit the growth spurt he had been hoping for since he joined the team. He was now proudly the second tallest on the team, dwarfed only by his robotic best friend. However, he now had to shave twice a day and although his voice had significantly deepened, it hadn't stopped it from cracking during his attempts at flirting, much to his chagrin.

Beast Boy sighed. He had a bit of a crush on Raven ever since the day he first saw her. Knowing she'd never feel the same, he tried to let it slip to the back of his mind where he'd eventually forget all about it. The fact that Raven was now trying to open up more and spend more time with the team was certainly not helping Beast Boy achieve this.

If the way he felt when Raven, clad in his favorite sweatshirt, smiled warmly up at him was any indication, his feelings for Raven wouldn't be leaving anytime soon...

"Shit."

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