Okay, I had an idea for a story and I had to write it, so this is it. This is Robin/Raven, don't like it, don't read it, blah, blah, blah. The rating may change in future chapters. And I am still going to update my other story as well as this one. So here you go, chapter one, and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

(I should mention that this story is written in Raven's perspective)

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Darkness surrounded me. The black swirled and spun, it was extremely disorienting. I felt lightheaded and had to shut my eyes. I stumbled on wobbly legs; it was incredibly hard to stand. The dizziness hurt. And I wanted it to stop. I raised my hands to my head and held it steady, hoping it would stop the dizziness. It didn't. It just got worse.

An aching pain started to form in the back of my head and I wanted to scream, it hurt so badly. But I didn't. I wouldn't give in.

It was now impossible to stand, so I sunk to my knees, the throbbing pain just kept getting stronger and stronger and stronger. I kicked, clawed at the ground, bit my lip so hard it bled; I did anything to make the pain end. But it wouldn't, this pain was relentless.

Then suddenly as if some miracle, it disappeared. I gasped and opened my eyes. It was still pitch black, but there was no pain, no dizziness, nothing. There was only silence. Uncomfortable silence. Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? Hours? It sure felt like hours. I ran my tongue across my bottom lip and tasted blood; it was a cold metallic flavour. I didn't like it.

And for some reason, I had this strange feeling that I was being watched. But looking around I saw no one, well I saw nothing, but it sure as hell felt like someone was out there, watching me. There could be hundreds of pairs of eyes boring into me, or there could be no one. I would never know in this darkness. I am blind in this darkness, this black. I hate being blind. I hate not knowing. I hate it. I hate this place. I want out. But how could I get out? Was there even an out? If there were, I would find it. I took off running. I ran and I ran. I had to get away. I would get away, wouldn't I? I ran until I had almost collapsed from lack of air. I slowed to a stop, completely breathless, and gulped in air even though my throat felt dry and parched, and every breath I breathed in felt like fire.

Still breathing heavily I looked up, and I still had no idea where I was. That darkness had never left; it still hung around me, making everything look exactly the same. It was rather annoying actually. Still, I had to keep going, I had to get out. So I stumbled forward. And after a few clumsy steps I felt water splash up my bare leg. I was confused at first, but then I finally realized that I was standing ankle deep in water, water that happened to be freezing cold.

My boots were already soaked and my toes were going numb. If I could just find my way back to the dry ground I was just standing on . . . But I couldn't find it. I just splashed around hopelessly in the icy water, getting colder and colder.

Then I noticed the water was rising. Moments before, the water had been a harmless ankle deep, now it had risen past my shins and up to my knees, goose bumps started to appear all over my skin. I could barely see the water's dim shine, and it's murky blackness. My fingertips skimmed across the water's surface, and I shivered as it rose up past my thighs, the water was just so cold.

Then the dizziness hit me full force. Just like the last time, I had to shut my eyes. The pain had begun throbbing in the back of my head again and was now getting worse. I couldn't focus, I felt extremely dizzy. I waded a few steps backwards in the water that was now up to my waist level, it was so hard to stand, for my legs were not only numb from the ice water but they also felt extremely weak. Now the pain was getting really bad, so unbearably bad. I felt my legs slip out from under me and I clawed desperately at the air, trying to find something –anything- to hold onto, but there was nothing. I was able to take in one last breath before I crashed into the water and was engulfed in cold. I tried to resurface, but the icy water seemed to drag me down deeper into this bottomless pool of black. The surface seemed to grow further and further away. I tried to swim closer, but that just wasted precious oxygen. Now I really needed air; my lungs were going to burst.

Then another wave of dizzying pain ran through me, and all of the air I had left in my lungs escaped from my mouth. I wanted air, and before I could stop myself I gulped in a mouthful of cold water, and I started to choke and cough uncontrollably. My hands clung to my neck. It felt like someone was ripping my chest apart and shredding my lungs into bloody ribbons. It burned like fire.

I couldn't fight it anymore; I was too weak. The pain in my head and in my chest was too strong. The need for air was killer. The cold water had turned my body numb. All I could do was give up. So just as a fresh wave of dizzy pain attacked my mind I let my body go limp, and sunk deeper into the darkness, and then the pain took over.

I shot up straight on in my bed. My forehead was glistened with sweat, and my sheets were damp. Horrible dreams. No, not dreams, nightmares. That nightmare was the third one this week, and also the worst one this week. Each one was different, each one was terrifying.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I was breathing heavily. Even though it was a dream, I felt as if I was badly winded, deprived of air, like my dream had actually happened. I looked down at my arms, goose bumps. Raven, of course you have goose bumps; you were just freaked out of your mind. That is just the result of being scared. I told myself, but I felt so cold. Why was I cold, huh? Explain that, common sense.

I shook my head and looked at time. It was four twenty in the morning. First time it was five, and the time after that had been four forty, and now four twenty. I kept waking up earlier and earlier, getting less and less sleep.

I sighed and fell back onto the bed. I lay there, wide-awake, for a long time. Sleep just wouldn't come, so I watched the clock, minutes slowly ticked by. Hours passed without my noticing. Five o'clock, six o'clock, seven. Then, I figured that I should get up, because lying in bed for two and a half more hours would do nothing. And because of my wise decision, about nine minutes later I was walking into the kitchen.

Barely seconds after I entered the room, Robin walked in. "Hey Raven." He greeted.

I turned and nodded my head. "Rob-" was all I could get out before a dizzying pain appeared in my head. I winced, my eyes closed and I stumbled forward. My legs grew weak and I was falling, but someone caught me. The pain started to fade and I opened my eyes.

"Raven? Are you okay?" Robin asked sounding concerned. He studied my face, and after thoroughly checking it over he stared deep into my eyes. "Answer me, Raven."

I blinked. "I'm fine." I lied. That dizzy spell had left me with a terrible headache. I grimaced. Okay, maybe it was more of a migraine. Robin's face began to get blurry, so I blinked a few times. When his face refocused, I saw that he was frowning at me. He didn't believe me. Smart guy.

Robin raised his hand and placed it on my forehead to check my temperature. I knocked his hand away and frowned at him. "What are you? My mother?" I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge.

"Raven," He stared at me hard.

I sighed. Go away, Robin! "I really am fine." I assured him and waved my hand, pushing him away with black energy. I stood up and tried to walk away, but Robin lunged forward and grabbed my shoulder. If I didn't tell him something he'd never leave me alone. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

He gave me one last stare. "Alright," Robin said. "I know you aren't telling me something, but, whatever." He shook his head and sat down at the table. I would tell him I was having nightmares, just not right now.

Hours later, Beast Boy and Cyborg had begun to argue over what to have for breakfast.

"We are not having tofu." Cyborg firmly stated.

"Yes we are." Beast Boy informed him.

The robotic teen shook his head, "No way. We are having bacon." A dreamy expression appeared on his face.

"Nope. No bacon." Cyborg's meat fantasy shattered. "I am going to get the tofu." Beast Boy started walking toward the fridge, but Cyborg tackled him before he could reach it.

"No! We are not having that crap ass excuse for food. I will personally gouge my eyes out before I eat that stuff." Cyborg said.

Beast Boy shrugged. "I guess somebody's going blind. Tofu."

"Bacon." Cyborg narrowed his eyes.

"To-" Cyborg pushed Beast Boy into the ground, cutting him off. Beast Boy tried to squirm out of the headlock Cyborg had on him.

"Help!" The changeling exclaimed in a rather desperate fashion. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I'm being repressed! He's repressing me!" Beast Boy shouted, then morphed into a mouse and scurried away. He changed back to his somewhat human form when he got close to Robin and grabbed the team leader's shoulders. "You saw him repressing me, didn't you? Didn't you?" Beast Boy asked him, violently shaking the teen's shoulders.

"Stop it!" Robin knocked the green boy's hands away.

Beast Boy smiled triumphantly. "Ha! I have a witness! He saw me being repressed!" He gave a happy dance.

Starfire gave a loud and noticeable sneeze. "What if this 'repressing'?" She asked confused.

"He's not being repressed." I told her, pointing to Beast Boy, who was singing, 'we're gonna eat some tofu, I'm gonna have some tofu for breakfaaaaaaast!' I finished, "He's just being Beast Boy, the idiot we all hate."

Beast Boy gave me an angry stare. "Not everyone hates me. Only you hate me, everyone else thinks I'm awesome. Right?" Robin raised an eyebrow and then looked back down at the newspaper he was reading; Cyborg just shook his head and looked away; Starfire coughed, and then got up to get a Kleenex so she could blow her runny nose; and I held my cup of tea to my lips so it would hide my grin. The changeling hung his head in shame. He sniffled and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. "That's harsh you guys. Really harsh."

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I shut my eyes, my migraine getting worse. I stumbled into the back of the couch and placed my hands on it using it as a support to keep me standing up.

"Friend Raven," Starfire paused to sneeze. "Are you okay?" She coughed.

Still feeling dizzy, I managed to shake my head. "I-I just have a headache that's all." I stuttered.

Starfire nodded her head. "So, you are also feeling ill?" She looked at me, concerned. First Robin, now Starfire. Would they stop worrying about my health? "Would you like to have some of the aspirin? I have plenty to spare," She stopped and began coughing, she cleared her throat and continued, "It does the wonders." Starfire handed me the bottle of aspirin. "I have to go do the laying down, I feel quite," She sneezed again. "Sick." The tamaran finished weakly and flew, with some difficulty, to her room.

I sighed. Looks like even super strong aliens with a great immune system are no match for the common cold. I thought about what she said, she was going to go lay down. Not a bad idea. I gave a small shrug; I'm a little tired, a nap sounded pretty good about now.

So, I started to walk towards my room to take a nice, long nap. Completely unaware that as soon as I would shut my eyes to go to sleep I would suffer from another nightmare.

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