Agg! Okay, This and the next two are based on Final Exam. I wanted to make it one big one, but it just wouldn't flow. And the length was becoming ridiculous. So this one is a possibility, and the other two are going to be based on scenes from the actual episode. *exhales with relief* Merry Christmas!

I don't own the Titans. Sadness!

He really should have left weeks ago.

There were places to go, villains to fight. As far as he knew, there wasn't any rule that kept him from just being a traveling hero. If he had kept going, he'd probably be somewhere in Quebec, fighting evil maple syrup monsters. But he hadn't just left.

Jump needed heroes. He had never been able to turn his back on someone. Not when he could do something to help. So he had stayed in Jump for a night. That night ended up becoming a week, which turned into two and so on until he had spent much longer in Jump than he had ever intended to. He got comfortable. Wrong idea.

A pizza between the five of them, and Robin playfulliy suggesting teaming up blurred into arguing with the mayor and the city council which somehow lead to building their Tower. And just like that, in 8 months, he had gone from one team to another. He had been running away from his dysfunctional "family". The goal had been escape, not diving into a new group that could barely hold itself together.

He may have been stuck in a new group, but he wasn't about to give up on them. While a small part of him regretted the shortness of his independence, he was relieved to have found a new home, no matter how strained things were. They were all trying, but it was difficult. Between the huge culture differences, personalities, and habits, it was a miracle they were able to work together as well as they did. Cyborg and Robin had fought, nearly ripping the fledgling group apart. But the two had reconciled, and things had gotten better. Heh, Raven hadn't attempted to kill him in at least five days.

But then the Hive students had shown up. They had pulled carefully practiced teamwork apart with a surgeon's precision. Cyborg flew away on a rocket, and Starfire chased after him. Then the pavement had opened up like giant mouth beneath their feet. It was chaotic in that sewer. Water and thing he didn't want to think about splashing everywhere. Rubble was crashing in from above, sending waves of dirty water over his heads.

The smell was incredible. Of course it was bad, but to his heightened senses, it was torture. It was so intense, every breath made him want to gag. But that would have involved opening his mouth. The risk of tasting the sewer's contents wasn't worth it. His eyes hadn't known what to do, the light streaming in from above giving the surrounding darkness greater depth.

Worse than the smell and more unnerving than the sight had been the sound. The crashing of pavement into the rushing water had echoed round and round until it was the roar of a thousand avalanches. He had been so overwhelmed; he had misjudged the timing of a rock. His cry of pain had blended into the tumult as the sharp edge smashed into his leg. Limping, he had pulled himself away from the opening that led to the street above. Or at least he had been trying.

Then he had heard it. A clear sound that cut through the cacophony of his mind like a blade. It was simple. His name.

"Beast Boy!"

Raven.

Injury forgotten, he had darted back into the storm of rock and water toward the sound. Panic had began to fill his mind as agonizing minutes seemed to slip by as he searched for her. He couldn't lose a teammate. Not this soon, it had barely been a month since they had all started really getting along.

Not Raven, please, not Raven. She had nearly almost sorta looked like she was thinking about smiling earlier. And Starfire would kill him with that sad face if he didn't find Robin. The sewer was threatening to collapse, he could hear it creaking and groaning from the stress of standing. But he couldn't leave. Not until he found his teammates.

What if she was hurt? What if she had hit her head and had fallen underwater, and now she was trapped? His mind started to cloud again with horrible possibilities until he saw a darkness that was just a little darker than anything else in the sewer.

Raven.

It wasn't fair that she still managed to look pretty. Dark energy swirled in shields around her, deflecting water and rubble away. She stood alone, like the eye of a hurricane. Her cloak was stained from the splashing water around her knees. She had turned toward him, and their eyes had locked.

The relief was incredible, like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. He had seen her mouth form words, but he had stopped caring enough to listen. Raven was okay. Suddenly, his leg ached and he couldn't think for the noise inside his own head. With the very last of his strength, he ran to her side. Then the roof above them gave a loud crack, and the world went dark.

Every sort of noise disappeared, except for the sound of his own breathing. It was cold. Then he found himself standing on solid dry ground, half blinded in bright sunlight. Panting, he looked around.

They were back at the Tower. She had saved him again. He tried to walk away, and prove that he wasn't completely helpless. Only to almost fall flat on his face. Almost, except for the fact that she was there to save him again. This was embarrassing. He couldn't even walk properly without her intervening.

He would just have to put a little more effort into everything whenever he was around her. Of course, just so that she wouldn't think he was completely helpless. It would also keep the carefully guarded look of concern from her face. He hated that expression.

She shouldn't have to be worried. She should be able to smile. He would have to make sure to put a little more effort into seeing she smiled. Anything would be better than the neutral face she liked so much.