I'm thinking this is the pace I'm gonna work at from now on. I'll post new chapters every two to three weeks. Thank you for all the reveiws! I'd also like to thank the anonymous reviewer for your comment. I welsome the criticism! And to every other reveiwer, I can't express my gratitude! This is self-edited so of course there's always going to be the tid bit my eyes couldn't pick out. If you see any easily fixed and annoying problems let me know.

Obviously I don't own Teen Titans.

Beeping. That was all Raven was aware of for the first seconds of consciousness. Beeping and rustling and loud, urgent voices. They were saying things that sounded important but she couldn't concentrate. Her attention fluttered in and out.

"Raven! Raven, we need you to tell us . . ."

"Dear friend! What happened?!"

"Why is Beast Boy still a lion? Whenever he gets hit. . ."

A jolt. Something deep in her woke up and started clawing its way up. A steady beating filled her and with it came her curiosity. What had happened? Why couldn't she feel anything? Why was it so dark? And what was everybody yelling about?

Slowly all the memories came back. The exhaustion, the lack of sleep and slipping reasoning, diving into the smoke to find and protect her friend and his defending her.

Light flooded her senses as she bolted upright. Beast Boy! Was he alright?! What happened after she blacked out?! Where the hell was he?! The lamp beside her bed exploded outward, scattering sharp glass over the floor. The lights started to blink and the covers on her bed ripped. She heard a soft hissing noise and looked for its source, realizing too late she should have ripped the needle in her arm out.

Darkness took her again.

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When Raven woke a second time it was slow and tilting, the world slipping in and out of focus as her drugged haze crept off. Struggling to keep her heart rate steady she looked around her, trying to place the objects around the room.

She recognized the shape and color of the room, the odd doors with no handles and long metal walls. She was in Titan's Tower, in the medical lab to be precise. But something was different. The room was trashed, as if the infirmary had been hastily abandoned. The curtains hanging from the ceiling around her bed were badly ripped and there was no piece of furniture that was left un-turned other than the bed she rested on. There were stray papers scattered over the floor, all of which seemed ripped and crumpled under fleeing feet. She noticed that the bed to her left had been knocked over and its mattress gutted, all the cotton on the inside ripped out, its blankets shredded and dragged across the floor. Following the clear path with her eyes Raven saw a heap of slashed fabrics and crumpled papers stuffed in the corner. Occupying this odd nest was a great green beast; in fact, as her eyes adjusted to the light she realized it was the Beast.

She watched the slow rise and fall of the animal's chest from across the room and tried to piece together what might have happened between the time she blacked out and now. She remembered vague colors and shapes, concerned voices talking loudly, lots of white noise stuffing her head like cotton. She breathed deeply and tried to sort it all out, untangling the memories like a ball of thread.

She remembered getting shot and falling to the ground in a half-conscious daze. The figure that surprised her walked over and she felt him fiddling with her arm, a sharp prick and a moment where it held, as thought pinching her skin inward, then a withdraw and the shadow move over to Beast Boy. Raven remembered feeling a slow, drunken panic pool in her stomach as she watched the man approach the changling and a small zap as the thick emotion left her.

She saw the figure make a sharp movement and laugh slightly, muttering something along the lines of stupid children. He turned and held a rag up to her nose and mouth, and Raven started to drift again.

The next memory was of running footsteps and familiar auras surrounding her. Her daze wore off slightly at the warm feel of her friends, and she felt herself being picked up and then the sensation of flying. There were worried voices that slid in and out of her mind, never staying very long and sharper pricks, and then another bought of sleep took her.

A few more strands, none of them very recognizable. A green blur and roaring, moist breath on her face and fur tickling her neck, waking up shivering and warm fur pressing against her side until her trembling subsided.

It was all a bit shadowy and distorted, but Raven figured she had been picked up by her friends and brought to the Tower with Beast Boy. When they were put in the infirmary together BB must have changed into the Beast, his half-conscious mind running on instinct, and chased the team away, protecting Raven until she could heal herself.

Raven sighed after piecing the story together, her mind still mulling over the shadowy man. She dragged the needle out of her arm so she couldn't be drugged anymore and gingerly sat up in bed, trying to stretch her sore muscles. Once her body figured out what was up and down she attempted to hobble over to the small sink in the corner. Turning on the faucet she cupped her hands under the water to take a drink. Once she had had enough she turned off the tap and almost jumped out of her skin when she looked at the mirror and saw The Beast behind her.

Turning sharply she braced herself against the sink and leaned back, trying to read the animal's emotions. The green monster just reached out a paw and brushed her hair away from her face, as he turned back into Beast Boy and promptly fainted.

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