Beast Boy couldn't sleep. He kept having nightmares about Terra, when she sacrificed herself to save everyone from the volcano. Her body had been transformed to stone, the one thing she was supposed to have control over.

Her own powers betrayed her. He kept seeing her face, the stone creeping up to her beautiful golden hair. One single tear had leaked out before she was turned completely and irrevocably to stone.

Staring up at the ceiling, he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep right now. Not with his thoughts running rampant around in his head like they were. Hmm. Maybe a snack will help me sleep, he thought groggily.

Padding softly into the Ops room, he turned towards the fridge without bothering to turn the lights on. He could see well enough thanks to his animal DNA. The green changeling rummaged in the refrigerator to a few minuets, looking for some chips to eat. Then it hit him. Dude, he groaned to himself. Chips are in the cabinet, NOT the fridge.

He didn't function well with lack of sleep. He could practically hear Raven sarcastically saying that he didn't function well even WITH sleep. Shut up, he mumbled sleepily to the fictional Raven in his mind.

He finally found what he was looking for, then spotted the TV sitting there looking very inviting. Hmm. Maybe a few minuets of Ace Racer wouldn't hurt, he mused. He walked over to the huge green, U-shaped couch and plopped down with the bag of chips in his lap. After picking up the controller and booting up the Game System, he settled down for some serious gamming time.

He was so into the game that he didn't hear someone come in the doors. Raven looked over at Beast Boy in slight amusement. Using the TV's light and moving as quietly as possible, she started making herself some tea.

She didn't know why she was trying to keep quiet. She just thought it was kind of cute, him slouched down on the couch, totally absorbed by that monstrosity they called a game. At least until he ruined it.

"YES!" he suddenly yelled out, startlingly her enough to make her drop her tea. She jumped back, not quit managing to keep the contents from splashing her. Beast Boy heard the small crash, and turned around.

"Rae! What...err...what are you doing here?" he asked her. She glared back at him in the semi-darkness. "Being scared half to death, apparently," she replied sarcastically. He just grinned at her, that annoyingly cute little fang poking out, then jumped up and ran over to help her clean up. Grabbing a nearby dishtowel, he started wiping up the mess the spilled tea had made.

He looked up to find her staring at him with an odd look on her face. "What?" he asked. She jumped, brought out of her thoughts. "Nothing, I was just thinking, that's all," she replied in her husky monotone. Picking up another dishtowel, she proceeded to wipe the tea off her legs.

He grinned again, and said, "About me? Come on Rae, you know you can't resist me! It's these ears. No lady can resist the power of my pointy, green ears." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I think I'm over the influence of your elf ears," she replied dryly. He winked at her. "Of course Rae. Whatever you say." He stood up, having finished wiping up the tea in the floor, and found himself nose to nose with Raven.

They both jumped back, blushing furiously. Raven quickly pulled her hood up, so that her flaming cheeks couldn't be seen. When she looked back up, Beast Boy was staring at her, a small frown on his face.

"What?" she snapped half-heartedly. He reached out his hand hesitantly, and pushed her hood back down, and she stiffened slightly. "You don't have to hide from me, Rae," he whispered softly. They stared at one another, neither one blinking. Surprisingly, Raven was the first to look away.

"I'm not hiding from anyone," she replied, her voice carefully free of any pesky emotions. He just smiled at her, a sad look in his eyes. Beast Boy then shook his head and walked past her slowly, heading back to his room. She stared at his back, unable to say a word.

For a minuet, she had thought he was going to kiss her. If she was being truthful with herself, she would say that she had hoped that he would, and was slightly disappointed that he hadn't.

But that could never happen. Not unless she wanted something bad to happen. Nothing could come of this. No emotion, she reminded herself. No emotion...


Ohhh! An almost kiss! What do you think will happen next? You might be surprised. Hopefully it won't be to cliché heh.