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Last time:

Beastboy morphed and flew away

After Beastboy took off Cyborg's wails of pain slowly came to a halt. His rage gradually grew, and his face darkened and his eyes screamed murder.

"He didn't even say sorry." he growled through his teeth.

"I'LL KILL THE GRASS STAIN."

He started towards the tower off in the distance. Starfire intervened, holding him to her best ability.

A black ring appeared around his ankle and he was torn from her grip. Raven levitated him upside down and shook him violently for a while. It took a while for him to visibly calmed down. When at last he stopped repeating "Let me down!" in spite, the empath lifted him so that his head was floating at her eye-level.

"Cyborg. Something is wrong with Beastboy." Raven urged.

"He's a dead man walkin'! That's what's wrong." Cyborg retorted in a matter-of-factly contained herself.

"No. Listen. Did you not see him? He looked like he'd been crying."

Cyborg's anger was, much to Raven's relief, replaced with shock.

"Wha-?"

The disc around his ankle dissappeared and he unceremoniously fell to the ground.

"Does anyone know why Beastboy was crying?" Raven asked, directing her voice at Robin and Starfire.

"So you noticed too." answered Robin. Then he continued, deep in thought: "I might have an idea why. Let's get out of here."

The journey home was a short one, as Starfire ignored Robin's pleas and ferried him back like a sack of potatoes. Raven, considering the state of the T-Car, conjured a disc of energy for Cyborg to ride on.

The Titans, barring Beastboy and Raven, gathered on the couch in the common room. Their faces were all grim and serious, and no one spoke. A lot of things had happened.

The door swished open and Raven returned from her scouting to join the others.

"Anything?" Robin inquired.

"He's crying. And rather loudly at that. The outside lock on his room is clawed off and the door is shut."

"This is dire news. What has happened to Friend Beastboy to make him act this way? Does he not know that Friend Cyborg will forgive him?"

"That's probably not it, Starfire." Robin answered, looking unusually stiff. Not that the boy wonder was ever the relaxed and laid-back type, he only let his guard down on rare occasion. It was a subtle change, but enough for a half-demon empath to know something was up.

"You know something." Raven remarked.

"Yes." Robin began explaining.

"Beastboy was stalking a girl he thought was Terra."

Starfire's eyes lit up in question, but she was silenced with a hand motion from the team leader. Cyborg was shocked, but Raven didn't even twitch. It didn't seem that surprising to her. Beastboy was capable of doing it, and given his happy-go-lucky, naive outlook, he might not even know he was doing something bad.

"He followed her around a lot. He took notes of her schedule and often quote, unquote accidentally, bumped into her in the street."

"Who told ya this? Did you believe 'em?" Cyborg tried to defend his friend, but it was half-hearted. He knew it was not as out of the question as he'd like to admit.

"I... Figured it out."

"Whadda ya mean? How?"

"I was looking through our communicators' tracking data. Mostly to see if our deployment routes were predictable, and to monitor crime location statistics, et cetera. That's when I saw a thick trace of Beastboy's recorded locations linking two buildings. Jump North High and an apartment complex a fifteen minute walk away. This wasn't patrol data, of that I was sure. Interestingly enough, the times were consistent to within a few minutes. To make sure nothing was wrong I then followed him and found the girl he was targeting. I thought a lot about the matter. A lot of things were going on, and at the time, pressing the matter seemed like a bad idea. I didn't want to lose his trust."

"Uncharacteristically nice of you, Robin." Raven doubtfully intervened, maintaining a sceptical stare. Tears filled Starfire's eyes.

"There's no telling what he'd do in that state."

"Why didn't you contact the girl?"

"I tried. She's a ghost, though. No phone number or record. That's a story for another time. When she wasn't at school or at home, Beastboy was on her tail."

"Fair enough..." Cyborg commented, completely shocked at what his best friend had been doing all this time.

"Now what?" Raven asked, her voice slightly frustrated. Beastboy had been a major part of her life ever since the Titans teamed up, as was everyone else. Whenever someone's position on the team was compromised and whenever they argued, things would always swing around and blow up in their faces if they didn't stick together.

But this seemed a little different. What he had done was restriction order material. The Titans didn't think much of the law system, however. They had their sense of justice to rely on and a need to do what's right. Which is what made Beastboy's offence that much more serious in the eyes of his team.

Despite all of this, Raven understood his actions well. The shapeshifter did not have vile intentions behind his stalking and, if anything, he was a lovestruck teenager with little to no self-control. This didn't excuse his actions, but it was a good explanation that convinced her that Beastboy, at heart, was not being a bad person, just terrible at conveying his feelings and admitting defeat.

"I think..." Starfire finally regained her voice. Tears were streaking down her face at this point. "I think we should try to help our dear Friend Beastboy."

The rest of the team admired her bravery. Sometimes, Starfire really pulled through for the others. Whenever someone on the team was in question, she'd be the first to quell the others' doubts and offer them a hand. This made her fit extremely well with Robin, who was a strict and critical leader who approached his teammates with discipline and scrutiny. Starfire, on the flipside, had unwaning trust in her comrades and wasn't afraid that taking their side would compromise her values. This is not to say that she was naive. Not in that sense, anyway.

"But I am also very upset at him." the princess continued. "Shall we decide the matter tomorrow?"

"He'll be sulking in his room anyway. It'd do us good to lay this off for a short while." Cyborg agreed with the alien princess.

"Yes, let's not do anything rash." Robin had the urge to have the final word.

The Titans folded for the day, going to bed.

Raven had a weird dream that night. She was walking down a dark tower hallway, wearing nothing but a towel. A chill ran down her spine. She could feel a pair of eyes digging into her exposed back. She felt like running but something cold and fabric-like was wrapped around her ankles, slowing her to a mere crawl. She was desparately trying to free her legs when she heard a noise. Raven looked over her shoulder slowly, hyperventilating, her ragged breath condensing in the cold air.

A pair of blood red eyes glowed from around a corner above a grinning mouth. The terrifying smile had pointy fangs arranged in straight rows, ready to devour her. And then - it started to growl.

Raven awoke with a gasp, instantly sitting up in her bed. A few books fell out of the shelves and the edges of her covers were levitating. It had been a while since her last nightmare, so this one caught her off guard. Its contents left a rather bitter aftertaste, too.

The morning planning ended up with lacking results, and two days passed by.

The door to Beastboy's room stayed shut. The Titans brought him food one by one, but the trays were left outside untouched and he never answered. Robin suggested he might have left, but a quick thermal scan revealed that he was still in his room.

Everyone returned to their daily business. Cyborg was grimly praying at the T-Car altar and, when the towing service brought it back, grimly repairing the T-Car.

Robin grimly sipped his coffee while he grimly worked on crime documents. Starfire grimly fed a grim silkie, cooking grimey pudding of sadness, which melted the iron pot, the stove, the floor, another floor, and was then poured in with cement after it piled up.

"Beastboy would've called it the Elephant's foot and made an attraction out of it." Raven, who was grimly being creepy in the common room, thought.

The four non-green Titans were gathered together, seemingly stuck in place by the thick silence.

"We're the worst friends." Cyborg admitted. No one said anything, but they all felt that way.

"Shall we write Friend Beastboy a letter? He might change his mind about the "shutting in" if he knew we were not upset."

"Maybe I should talk to him." said Robin. "I'd make him see sense in the situation and offer to give him training. Working out and a tight routine are the best way to overcome emotional turmoil."

"Maybe I ought to give him some advice. He's obviously bummed our, so it could do him good to play some video games and eat some chips. We could go to the beach, cheer him up?" Cyborg suggested.

"Wow..." Raven barked, barely maintaining her monotone. These guys did not have a clue.

"Robin, seriously? Do you think that going full Batman on Beastboy would help? Don't you think he'll just stuff it up inside of himself? He doesn't need your advice, he needs to talk about his problems.

Same with you, Cyborg. He won't be able to recover by just forcing himself to be happy. He needs to overcome this. At this point, the best suggestion is Starfire's!"

Nobody expected Raven's outburst, least of all Raven herself. She chalked it up to the book she was reading, which talked about the common mistakes people made while attempting to help someone. The stressful atmosphere in the tower which to her, as an empath, was unbearable, was also to blame. The team members were surrounded by clouds of gloomyness, and especially walking past Beastboy's room was a feat for her.

"Well, Raven." said Robin bitterly, "You're the one to talk." he paused, but continued when no one chirped in.

"Since you're the shut-in expert, and keen on shooting down our ideas, we'll entrust the bulk of this task to you."

Raven tried to open her mouth in protest, but stopped. Maybe it was for the best. It was true that, as a person who'd often spend a lot of time in her room, she could seem like a shut-in at times. Totally different in reality, but similar to an uneducated observer. Raven meditated and worked on controlling her emotions. She solely did this so she could talk to other people without things exploding (as well as to prevent an apocalypse). She also usually liked to read in a quiet, secluded place, but as she grew accustomed to the background noises the others made, she felt comfortable around them, which is why she started reading in the common room.

There was an even better reason, though. Raven had a very critical view of the situation their team was in. Robin had often considered what the team would do if one of them were to go missing, or get KIA. But what he usually limited himself to was thinking about the strategic disadvantages this would leave them at, rather than the psychological impact this would leave on the team. Raven, being an empath, had thought about it.

Beastboy was a key addition to the team, not because of his light-hearted nature, but because of how stubbornly happy he could be. At their worst, he would adamantly spew out terrible jokes. When everything was nearly lost, he'd be determined to go out with a "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

No one appreciated that as much as Raven did. And that's why it wasn't a simple matter of getting Beastboy out of his room. He had to rehabilitate completely and return to his former self. Otherwise, the Titans were in for a lot of trouble.

There she goes! What kind of elaborate plan will our favorite empath come up with to solve this conundrum?

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A/N:

Thanks to anyone keeping up with the story and the wonderful reviews, you guys are awesome. I hope you didn't mind a bit of a chapter that explores the social relations between the guys, I thought it was important to clear up what's going on and why they'd want to help him, so that it's not just the "he's our friend!" treatment. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, but you get me.

I probably won't be updating up until Tuesday because of the holidays, just a heads-up for that.

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