This is where I'm going to dump a bunch of one shots (they will vary in length).

If I were you though, I would pay attention to the year at the top of each one shot because some of them will link into each other.

All one shots are based on the many lives the Titan's have lead - from the Perspectives of Garfield Logan and Raven Roth - it basically follows all the times they have fallen in love but never actually gotten together.

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He was running. His heart pounding wild in his chest, tears streaming down his face. His legs couldn't seem to pull him away fast enough. The wind roared in his ears and the rain was pelting down, and it still didn't stop him. They had told him the cared. Told him he meant something to them. Yet it had all been lies. Lies. They had promised to look after him after the death of his mother and father, and yet they treated him like he meant nothing to anybody.

He was done with it. He didn't want their money. He didn't need it. He didn't want it. Just like he didn't want or need them. He could be whatever he wanted to be given the chance. And a business man was not what he wanted to be.

Then again, neither was a bounty hunter.

Or an adventurer.

That had been a surprise. But he was good at what he did. It meant adventure. It meant living on the open road. Taking jobs from the city guards, arrests, battles... It was somewhat freeing. It reminded him of some of the stories his mother used to tell him when he was a kid. Sometimes, he when he didn't have a job, he would go off and do his own thing.

He had made two friends – Vincent and Robert. The three of them often worked together, they would go on adventures together; swords and pistols at the ready. They would hunt out treasure and just explore, because they could do that. They had made quite a name for themselves. And somehow, caught the attention of a strange young woman from a foreign land. She had very tanned skin and wild red hair, with the brightest green eyes he had ever seen.

She joined them. Her name was Kalifa, and she was one hell of a warrior. She fought valiantly along with them, thoroughly enjoying the time she spent alongside them. She struggled to pick up the language, and so often made mistakes, making her sound far more naïve than he knew she was. She was accustom to their way of life as well, but it didn't seem to bother her, not in the slightest.

And one day he met her. They were helping out at a temple, asked to save them from the 'Shadow Worshippers' who were trying to destroy their temple. They had saved them and she thanked them. She with the most amazing blue eyes and purple-ish black hair. The kind smile and terrified eyes. There was just something about her that drew him too her...

But she was a monk. She had duties. She lead a spiritual life. A life of semi-solitary.

While he loved adventure. He was a fighter. A hero according to some children he met. He loved people and despised solitude.

But that didn't stop him from taking as many jobs as possible that were close to that particular temple, simply so he could drop in and say hello. He spent as much time there as possible. Dedicating whatever free time he possibly could to spend with the beautiful and wonderful and just oh-so-wonderful Rachel.

He fell in love and he fell hard. He didn't stand a chance. Yet he would take all he could get.

That's what he always did when he met her.

He would take all he could get.

Because he needed her.

And one day, he would find her, and he would make her his.

It just wasn't then.