Sorry it took so long but we had to unplug my computer so we could pull our nasty ass carpet up.

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Raven let out a sigh as she closed her eyes, already in meditating position. The scratches on her face were not bad, and would heal in a couple of days, so all she had to do was pull her hood up for a while. Thankfully, they would not create scars, but the gashes on her arms and legs were a different matter. But, no one would see them, ever, so she was okay there.

As she was about to chant her famous incantation, someone knocked on her door. The sound that had once been calm came out in a growl, and she pulled her hood up with a jerk of her wrist.

"Hold on," she mumbled, loud enough for the person behind the door to hear. She walked to the door and cracked it, just enough to see the person following it. She jerked back, the door slamming, when she got a good look. It was Beast Boy. She cleared her throat, and said, calmly, dully, "Beast Boy, go away."

"No," came the fast reply. Her violet eyes narrowed at the door. "Yes."

"No. I will not leave." Eyes, now merely slits, rolled.

"Then I hope you are comfortable in the cold, dark, hallway."

"Raven, let me in."

"No."

"Fine." With a victorious lift of her chin, Raven turned back, facing the window, and closed her eyes. Deep in concentration, she never heard the whoosh of the door.

"Azarath metrione zentho-"The rest ended in a squeal as she was tackled down to the ground. The breath was knocked out of her, hands pinned above her head, and Beast Boy, oh was he dead, straddled her hips.

"Told you I would get in."

Her eyes narrowed. "Get. Off." Her voice was deadly, but Beast Boy was not the least bit intimidated.

"Look Raven, I wanted—"

Her eyes flashed as he was lifted up, and thrown back, brutally, and Raven scrambled up, heading for the door. But Beast Boy, sore, was not through with her. He morphed into an octopus, and a green tentacle shot out, wrapping around the dark teen's waist, pulling her back. He morphed back into his human form just as Raven was pulled against him. With her back pressed against him, fully, she was too shocked to do much. But that shock did not last long. She pushed her body back, slamming him into the wall, and books tumbled down at the force. He grunted, one eye closed in pain, and did not have time to defend himself when Raven picked him up by his collar.

"Beast Boy, "her voice was calm, but her eyes darkened with anger, and he noticed the tiny cuts on her face. Her hood had fallen down around her shoulders when she had rammed him against the wall, leaving her face bare. "Get out of my room. Now."

"Raven, I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier, 'cause I didn't mean any of it, I was just hurt when you said that it had meant nothing and I just wanted to pay you back for hurting me and that was just the first thing that came to mind and I'm really, really sorry," he said in one breath, and when he was through, he dragged in deep gulps of air.

Raven blinked, her eyes emotionless, and her hold on his collar loosened, and he feel to his feet awkwardly.

She lifted her chin. "I do not care if you are sorry or not. What you said had no effect on me, so there is nothing to apologize for."

His eyes narrowed, and turned a violent red, before he calmed down. "Raven," he bit out, "I know it affected you, for if it hadn't, you would have never left the tower, and would have never screamed."

"I did not scream."

"Damnit Raven! Why won't you just admit it? You're not fooling anyone, and the least you can fucking do is show some sort of emotion! I don't care if it does cause your powers to go haywire, just fucking show something!" Anger boiled up inside him and he tried to calm himself but to no avail. That same line snapped again, and, he knew, that something inside him was unleashed, and it was going to go after Raven. He just knew. He felt his claws and fangs lengthen, and the human inside him fisted his hands as if it would stop this transformation. Blood dripped from his hands were his claws had dug into the tender skin, but nothing seemed to stop what was happening to him.

Confusion, mixed with raw fear, filled Raven as she watched Beast Boy. His head was bowed, but his hair was longer, much longer, shoulder length, and he was tall, towering over her even with his head bowed. She watched with horror as blood dripped from his hands, and she gently probe into his mind.

Inside his head, he was screaming, pleading, for it to all end. He couldn't control it, and she felt the desperation, the helplessness, he felt. And, in all the confusion in his head, she heard her name. He was screaming for her to run, to get away from him before he attacked, but even if her legs weren't paralyzed with fear, she could never leave him like this.

"Beast Boy." She said quietly, swallowing the break of fear that entwined with her voice.

"Raven, I—"The door slid open, revealing Star, and she froze in mid-sentence, when she caught sight of Beast Boy. "Star, get out of here!" Raven yelled, but it was too late. Beast Boy pounced, and Star barely dodged it. She jumped to the side just as Beast Boy's claws swooped down, meaning to tear flesh.

She reacted instantly. She rammed her shoulder into his midsection, throwing him back in Raven's room. He landed on the ground, rendering him defenseless for a short time.

"Raven, you need to get out of here!" Starfire tried to pull Raven out, but Raven refused.

"No. You go, but I'm staying."

Beast Boy growled, pushing himself up slowly. "Raven—"

"Go! And please, don't tell anyone!" Raven yelled, and a black light threw Star out of her room, and she made sure no one could get in by locking the door with her powers.

Raven glanced back at Beast Boy, who was now standing tall, eyes red and lips curled in a snarl.

"Beast Boy, calm down." Her voice was desperate, and she could not hold the fear in. She was never scared when they came up against villains, but she was terrified of what the beast inside Beast Boy would do. And she didn't know how to stop it.

He slowly walked toward her, and with each step forward, she took steps back, until she was pressed against the wall. She heard the low growl in his throat and, breathing ragged, watched him approach her.

When he lunged for her, she tried to run, but he grabbed her arm and slammed her into the wall, the pain jarring through her bones, and pined her hands above her head, this time painfully, his grip bruising and his claws digging into her flesh.

He pressed himself so close to her that there was not a space between them and he slid both of his legs in between hers. She glanced up, watching his eyes. Red eyes bore into hers, and, mixed in with rage, was desire.

She swallowed as he lowered his head to the side of her neck and scrapped his fangs lightly over her skin. He licked the drop of blood off her neck, and she shivered, not from fear, but at the feeling it caused.

I need to fight him...but I can't. It's as if I want him to do this. But, I'm supposed to be mad at him. Yes, I will think about that and then I can fight him off. He should not be allowed to do this.

Her thoughts of fighting him were stalled as he tore the cape off her, slicing it so it fell to the floor. He moved so that he was pinning both her hands with one arm, and the other fell to her waist, and he slowly moved his hand up, then down again, his thumb caressing everything in its path. Now, even if she wanted to, she couldn't push him off. Something held her back, and she had a feeling it was Lust. Damn her! God, this would be so much better if this were Beast Boy and not the animal inside him! But, no, Lust wouldn't care. Even if this would be considered rape, she would still allow it.

He stopped the assault on her neck and moved his way up. He pulled back slightly, looking her in the eye, as if challenging her to stop him, and she noticed the red was slashed with dark green. Beast Boy was fighting it, and hard.

Beast Boy slammed his mouth against hers, hard, bruising, and he bit her lips lightly, and, she let him slid his tongue into her mouth. She closed her eyes she probed into his mind yet again, letting this beast inside Beast Boy have his fill, especially since this was all the stupid animal was going to get.

Raven could feel him pulling the beast back, as if he was on a leash, and she felt the pressure of his lips soften. The grip on her wrist was losing, and she could slowly fell the blood resuming its flow, which had been cut off. She felt him jerk back and her eyes snapped open to see Beast Boy's eyes a dark green. The only thing was, his hair was still long, he was much taller, and his fangs and claws were still long, though not as long as before.

He let go of her fully, and she slowly sunk down the wall. She had not noticed, but when he had held her wrist, her feet had been dangling above the ground, so when he let her go, she fell. Afraid to look up, she tucked her feet under her and rubbed her left bruised and bloodied wrist with her right hand, and her hands were not as numb as before.

She licked her raw lips, and made herself look up at him. Self-loathing filled his eyes. He kneeled down in front of her. "My God, Raven...I'm so sorry...I...I don't know what happened. I just got mad and..." Oh. He thought that she had no idea about what was going on. He thought that she thought that the man who attacked her was the real Beast Boy, not the creature inside him. Was he afraid to tell her? Or was he still trying to figure out what was going on? Should she tell him that she knew? Would it help?

"Beast Boy...you could not prevent it, could you?" Dumb question. But she knew that if she asked it, he would know, and maybe want to talk about it. But wait...earlier; when he had attacked Dr. Light, he had wanted to talk to her about it. Or was he just trying to get her alone? No, no, that could not have been the case. This was all too confusing.

His eyes snapped up to hers and held. "No." He said quietly, and he traced her bruised lip with his finger without thinking. She didn't pull back, just watched him. He had yet to realized what he was doing.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked slowly, afraid of the answer.

He sat down, pressing a hand to his mouth. "I...Raven, you know as well as I do that I can't stay here. Even the smallest things set me off. I can't put you and the rest of the team in that sort of danger."

"And what are you going to do when someone or something makes you mad in the real world? You won't be able to stop it, and when someone else, as in the police, tries to stop you, you might end up killing them. And I would rather...you stay here so I can try to help you get through it."

He hadn't thought of that. But if he stayed, he could kill his whole team. And they had a right to know what was going on, so when he did snap, they knew to get away.

"I think I have an idea." Beast Boy muttered.

"What?"

"I think it best of we told the others and...maybe, until we know the cause...you could put me behind bars."

"...Are you sure you would like to be chained?" She didn't like that idea.

"Yeah. If it will protect the team, then I'll do anything."

She could just chain him up in a dark room with no one to...wait a minute. Maybe, if he was up to it, she could chain him up in her room, giving her ample time to figure out the cause of his transformation.

"Beast Boy..." Oh, how to say this without embarrassing herself even more?

He raised an eyebrow. He seemed fascinated with the tiny cut across her cheek. Beast Boy traced the minor pain with his thumb, and she wondered if he was even paying attention to her idea.

"What if...I...I mean, we...umm..." Oh come on Raven. Since when have you ever stuttered? "What of we chain you in my room so I could try to find the cause of what bring the beast out. You would not be alone, nor would you be able to harm me. It's a win-win situation. And, I might not mind the company as long as you don't try to make jokes." She was teasing him, he realized. So, she did have a sense of humor, even of it was sometime morbid.

He though it over, and could not find any fault in the idea. "All right. But we need to tell the team first." He picked up her torn cape, fingered it, and went in search for another. Finding her stash of dark cloaks, he put it across her shoulders, snapped it at her neck, and couldn't resist rubbing the red mark on her neck.

"Damn."

"What?"

"I wasn't the first guy to give you a hickey." She elbowed him lightly, ignoring his soft chuckle. "Come on. Let's get this over with." She said, her eyes narrowed. He watched her leave. God, he had come so close to raping her. And she didn't seem the least bit angry. Nor did she seem to despise him, or, for that matter, despise spending time with him. He was right all along. There was a Raven he had yet to bring out.