Annnd I'm back! I'm here with chapter 4! I don't know what I was thinking of when I wrote this but I thought it would be cool for anyone wondering about how they fell in love in their past life together. And for those who are wondering(I know you're out there!), there's a little more about Rita as well. When she talks about his past self she calls him Mark(which is his middle name).

Flashbacks/Dreams/
Thoughts
Texts

Allen Blaster came close to guessing who Rita was. FoamsAtMouth got it two-thirds right. The special dedication goes to the two of them. You will find out in the story just who Rita is and what's so special about her :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS, THE SONG, OR ANYTHING ASIDE FROM MY PLOT!

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Chapter 3: Step in the Right Direction

Gar wasn't sure how he had somehow magically gathered the courage to ask the dark haired beauty to come over to hang out with him at his house, but he had. And by an even bigger miracle, she had said yes! It was only the day after he'd met Raven and for some reason he couldn't place, the girl wouldn't leave his mind. Each time he closed his eyes. Every thought that passed through his head. It didn't matter what was going on with him on the outside but on the inside, he couldn't push her from his mind.

There was something so familiar about her. He couldn't place it but he felt as though he'd known her for far longer than he actually had.

"Hey, Raven?" He said suddenly, turning his attention from the TV set in front of him. The girl looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever fallen in love?" He asked after a short period of silence. His face suddenly turned deep red. "Oh my goodness! I.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mea-…"

Raven's eyes widened a tad before her head turned downward. "It's alright.."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want.. I wasn't trying to invade your business or anything.. I was just honestly wondering if you ever fell in love and if you have, where is he?"

The violet haired woman turned her head slightly, looking at him with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"I'll tell you." She said softly. He nodded. "Okay."

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Flashback/ Raven telling Gar

My mother and his aunt had grown up together all of their lives. My mother was his aunt's best friend. She adopted Mark when he was only 2 years old, which was around the time I was only a year. His mother had died of illnesses that we had no cures for. His father had been killed in a war our country, Azarath, had been in with another country just months before he was born. When he'd been born, his mother was living with his aunt and her husband. It wasn't completely uncommon for her to get sick. She was just an ill young woman for as long as anyone could remember. Her sister being a medic, took care of her. Once she had him though, her health took a worse turn. A couple years later, Mark's aunt came into her room to give her medication to her and found her cold as ice, arms draped over her two-year-old son, who was crying got his mother and shivering because of her corpse.

His aunt managed to remove her nephew from her sister's arms and enveloped him in her warmth as he cried. He remained in her care from that time on.

We became the best of friends growing up. We had our lessons together, played together, basically anything we did, the other was there. When we got older, about 12 and 13 years old, we both started to feel something more than friendship towards one another. Everyone around used to tease us… They would tease us about how we were "in love". We denied it of course. At least in front of everyone we did.

No one knew about our secret meadow in the woods we had found not terribly far from the edge of our homes. We would sit and talk for hours. I sometimes sung.. When we would be alone in our meadow, he would beg me to sing for him. I would always say no but it wouldn't take long for me to cave in and sing for him. He would stay quiet, listening as if it was the only sound in the world. I guess to him it was.

We continued to meet like that until we were 14 and 15 years old. Then he went to my father and mother and begged for their blessing to court me and one day marry me. My father denied his request. My mother pleaded with him, demanding to know why he would deny our love for one another.

My father told him, if he could prove himself, that he could marry me. So, Mark accepted his challenge without a second thought. My father, one of the best soldiers in our country, challenged him to a fight in the center of our small country.

Mark wasn't a fighter. My father knew that. He knew that Mark knew nothing about fighting. Despite our family rankings, Mark spent his time, caring for the animals and elders of Azarath. He had denied the lessons of a warrior that every Azarathian male started by the age of eight.

But he did it anyway. He fought. He pushed himself to fight. It wasn't the normal challenge involving weapons, because Azar knows, he probably would have been dead within moments of their battle. Mark took so many hits. At some point, I swore that he was dead when he hit the ground from all of the injuries he had received.

He wasn't. He didn't stay down. No matter how many times my father mocked him, calling him stupid and useless and unworthy of his family's name. He would get up after every knock down, smiling through his pain. He hadn't managed to land a single hit on my father but it didn't stop him from trying.

During the last round of what seemed like an infinite amount of rounds, he had finally managed to land a strike under my father's eye, scratching it just deep enough to leave a small scar. You'd better believe that my father was startled. He dropped his hands to his side and watched as Mark dropped to his knees, holding his stomach. My father stepped back as Mark heaved and emptied the contents of his stomach at my father's feet.

I don't know what possessed my father but he let out a laugh. As Mark fell back and laid on the ground, my father told him that despite the beating he'd taken and how poorly he was of a soldier, he had my family's blessing to court me and eventually marry me.

It was the best day I had ever hoped to have. That was until the day he actually proposed. I had been in our meadow by myself, looking at the necklace he had given me. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid my eyes on. He had made it himself. He came into the meadow with a strange expression on his face. He ran his hand through his dark blond hair, bright eyes resting on me. He had smiled and reached his hand out to pull me to my feet. He pulled me close to him and spoke softly to me, whispering in my ear.

"My beautiful bird." He'd said softly. "I've missed you so."

I had giggled in response. "We seen each other not even that long ago. You told me to meet you here!"

He had grinned. "I know but I missed you still."

I'd smiled, rolling my eyes. "What was so important you demanded I meet with you so late?"

His grinned had turned into the most excited but nervous smile. He had gathered my hands into his and let out a breath. "We have known one another for sixteen years now."

"Yes I know." I had interrupted, amusement was laced in my tone. He rolled his eyes. "May I finish?"

I'd smiled. "Yes." He had smiled again and continued.

"From the time we had turned 12/13 years old, I started feeling things for you that, at the time, I didn't understand. It was weird at first. The butterflies I felt when I was around you. That constant need to be near you. It didn't take much longer to realize when I didn't get those feelings around any other females we knew but you, that I was madly in love with you, my best friend."

"As stupid as people thought I was for accepting your father's challenge, I was eager to show him I wouldn't bow out like he expected me to. I kept getting up and trying. When I finally landed that hit, I was happy. I had, in my eyes, won that fight. Then he laughed and gave me his blessing. That only made my victory that much sweeter." He paused and pushed hair behind my ear. He gave me the biggest smile ever. "Raven Angela Roth*, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And the rest of our afterlife together. The rest of time together! Marry me, Raven Angela Roth. Marry me and let us raise the biggest family we can!" He said softly. I felt the tears in my eyes when he spoke.

I think in that moment, that was the biggest smile I had ever had. "Yes! I would be honored to become your wife."

He had swept me off my feet, quite literally, and spun me around. I could only laugh as he did that. He had set me down after a few spins and took my hand, pulling along. He had ran all the way back to his aunt's home, bursting into their sitting room. It had startled my mother and his aunt. My father, who had been speaking with his uncle just turned, both with their eyebrows arched.

"We're getting married!" He had announced as though they didn't already know. My mother and his aunt had gotten up and hugged us both. My father and his uncle, had simply smiled.

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Gar looked at her with wide eyes. "What ever happened to him?"

She frowned. "Do you believe in magic, Garfield?" She asked him softly.

He shrugged. "My mom always says magic is real even if you can't always see it." He mused. She smiled.

"That is true. Well, a dark warlock came to me and wanted my hand. He had heard of me and decided to try and make me his queen. I denied him. He grew angry and swore his revenge. He had left and I hadn't seen him for a long time. Then one day he was there again.." She whispered softly, tears suddenly filling her eyes. "I found him standing over Mark's dying body…"

Gar gasped. "He killed Mark?!" Raven nodded. "I held him until his final breath.." Her fist clenched. "He took my love from me…" She choked back an oncoming sob. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall.

"You don't need to finish.." Gar whispered, holding back from gathering her and holding her tightly. Raven brushed her fingers under her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She said sadly, smiling softly at him. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry for making you recall something so horrible.."

"Sometimes remembering is a good thing." She whispered. He bit his lip, nodding. Raven stood up, reaching for her coat. Gar jumped to his feet. Raven pushed her hair behind her, the light catching a chain around her neck. The male tilted his head a bit. "Is that.."

She looked up at him. "Is this the necklace?" She paused. "Yes. It is."

"Could.. Could I see it?" He asked cautiously. She gave him a small smile. Raven reached up and took the necklace off of her neck. She pulled it out of her shirt and Gar gasped. It was the same necklace from his dream. Gar reached out, fingers brushing it as the dream passed through his head. Raven watched him as he took the necklace into his hand.

Before either could speak, Gar's mom called out to Raven. "Raven, your mother is here!" Raven turned and moved out the door, Gar close behind. The pair walked into the living room, finding Arella and Rita talking together. Raven smiled at the women. What surprised Gar was how the two of them spoke as if they had known each other for years. They got along so well. Arella looked at the two teens as they entered, her eyes softened.

She stood, taking his hands, startling the boy. "It's so good to see you."

Gar looked at her blankly, smile plastered to his confused face. Raven giggled softly, smiling at Rita. Gar's eyes flickered towards his mom and Raven. The pair were looking at each other with a strange look as though they shared a secret.

"Mom, we have places to go." Raven said, amusingly. Arella smiled and nodded. "I hope to see you again, Garfield."

Gar nodded, scratching his head. He watched as the pair left before turning to his mom. Rita smiled at her son. "Are you hungry?" She asked. "You didn't eat when you came home."

He hummed thoughtfully. "Yes, mom…"

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Outside with Raven and Arella

Arella looked at her daughter, expectantly. "Did he remember?"

Raven looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. "No." She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. "I think he remembers the necklace though."

Arella nodded, sighing softly. "It's a step in the right direction."

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There it was. The third chapter! Hope you all enjoyed it! I am thinking of having Raven sing something in one of the upcoming chapters. Maybe. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Later!

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