Logan Identity

Written by: Thowell3 & V.K.

Disclaimer: We do not Own Teen Titans or The Bourn Series this is just us having fun.

Chapter 5 : Best be Known

"What?" Cyborg sounded annoyed.

"I just found out something disturbing about Garfield," Raven panted slightly.

"What?" he seemed to be limited to that one word.

"He had a dream," she explained.

"A dream?" Cyborg all but exploded. "That's it?"

"Not just a dream," Raven frowned at the phone. "A memory." There was silence on the other end of the phone. "He remembers something that happened a little over eight years ago."

"And I care?" he challenged. "The guy killed my best friend Raven!"

"What?" Raven was startled. "How did you know?"

"Nightwing told me," Cyborg replied.

"I don't believe that Gar killed Beast Boy," Raven defended the young man.

"What?" Cyborg roared again. Raven rolled her eyes. "But Nightwing told me that he told him that he killed Beast Boy."

"I don't think he did," Raven repeated firmly.

"Raven, just the fact that I know he's alive and that you're hiding him is bad news for us," Cyborg spluttered. "But the fact that you don't believe that he killed Beast Boy after what he did to Nightwing? You must be nuts!" Raven drew in a long breath.

"He remembered being the Beast Cyborg," she spoke slowly.

"What, that's impossible!" Cyborg exclaimed. "He killed Beast Boy!"

"Did he?" she challenged. "None of us actually saw him there."

"But from what I have been told, this guy isn't green and doesn't change into animals," Cyborg replied.

"True," Raven sighed. There was silence. Abruptly it was shattered by a scream of pure agony.

"Raven!" she dropped the receiver at the sound of Garfield's anguished voice. Quickly she phased back into his room. He was doubled over on his bed, clutching at his stomach.

"What?" she asked.

"I need my medication!" he gasped through gritted teeth. Raven quickly phased back into her room and grabbed the vial of pills that she had taken from him. When she returned to his room, he was lying on the floor thrashing violently.

"Hold still!" she barked. He looked up at her, and the pain in his eyes took her breath away. Quickly she put one of the pills into his mouth. He swallowed. She waited anxiously. He let out another scream.

"It's not working!" he looked up at her, tears rolling down his face. Raven took him in her arms, and phased out of the room. There was only one place she could think of going, she just hoped that they would be welcome.

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Cyborg stared down at the phone in his arm. Feeling somewhat numb, he pressed a button on his arm, and ended the dial-tone. He turned around and jumped to see Raven standing there with a young man in her arms. He was convulsing violently.

"It seems you have visitors Mr. Stone," House mused.

"Raven!" Cyborg exclaimed, ignoring House. "What are you doing here?" The young man in her arms let out a pained cry.

"He needs help," she replied.

"What's wrong with him?" Cyborg questioned.

"I don't know," Raven admitted. The young man in her arms let out another shriek.

"It burns," he clenched his fists tightly on her costume, burying his head into her shoulder.

"Easy Garfield," Raven murmured, running her fingers through his hair. The young man let out an agonized whimper, and clutched her tightly. Cyborg felt his blood begin to boil. This was the man who had killed his best friend.

"The pain!" the young man screamed into Raven's shoulder. "It's killing me!" He panted. His breath was hot against her neck. "I've never felt pain like this before!"

"Well good," Cyborg growled. "Because you'll be feeling a familiar pain soon enough." He took in a deep breath. "When I kill you." He crossed over to where Raven was holding the young man, and grasped him around the neck. He thrashed feebly.

"Put him down," Raven snarled. She could not quite understand why she was feeling so protective over the young man.

"Why?" Cyborg bellowed again. "He killed our friend!" There were angry tears threatening to roll down his cheek.

"There's," now she really had to think. Why did she want to save this man? "Something familiar about him." She realised. Cyborg let out a bitter laugh.

"And when you pull my other leg I play Jingle Bells," he muttered, glaring at the young man.

"Listen to him," Raven pleaded. "Just look at him!" Cyborg studied the young man in his grasp. He did seem to be familiar, but the robotic Titan couldn't quite place where he knew him from.

"So?" he asked stubbornly. "I see people every day that look familiar."

"Dude!' Garfield bellowed. "I can't breathe!" Cyborg nearly dropped him in shock. The voice was painfully familiar.

"No!" his voice was anguished. "It can't! This is some sick joke!"

"Cyborg please," Raven's voice was soft. "Just let him go."

"Fine," the robotic Titan grumbled. "But give me one reason why I should help him."

"The Hippocratic Oath," Raven replied.

"He still killed my friend," Cyborg glared at her. "What is stopping me from calling Nightwing?" Garfield took in a ragged breath.

"Would it help if I told you that I," here he let out another cry of pain, "don't remember killing this guy, Beast Boy?"

"Doesn't change how I feel," Cyborg retorted.

"Slade always told me I did it," Garfield frowned. "But I don't remember."

"Please Cyborg," Raven pleaded. "Help him. For me." Cyborg groaned. He had always thought of Raven as a sister, and of course he would do anything for her.

"Fine," he consented. "I'll help him, but I want to talk to him more when he's better, and I may not be responsible for my actions."

"Fair enough," Raven nodded. Cyborg let Garfield go, and the young man landed in a heap on the ground.

"Lay him down on the couch," Cyborg instructed her. "I'll go get my medical gear."

"Please hurry," Raven prompted.

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Garfield's eyes were closed, and he looked almost peaceful. Raven gazed at him and could feel the warring emotions in her mind. She did her best to block them out, they were just confusing her anyway. She also wasn't sure she wanted to understand how she felt for this man that she barely knew. He seemed so familiar. He reminded her of Beast Boy she realised.

"I have given him a sedative," Cyborg interrupted her thoughts. "So he should be okay. I'm going to take some blood and test it." He glanced at her. "Raven you should try and get some sleep."

"I'm fine," she replied. "I think I am going to watch over him."

"I still don't see why you want to help him," Cyborg grumbled.

"He," she took in a deep breath, "reminds me of Beast Boy."

"So?" he countered. "A lot of people remind me of BB."

"He remembered being the Beast Cyborg," she reminded him softly.

"That doesn't mean much," Cyborg sighed. "For all we know, he could've been Slade's apprentice during that whole ordeal and watched."

"Well why don't I take a look inside his mind and find out while you tell me what's in those pills that Slade's been pumping into him," she snapped angrily.

"If it makes you feel any better," Cyborg shrugged. Raven stalked over to where the young man was lying unconscious on the bed. She held her hands over his forehead, ready to see what was inside of his mind. Then she looked at him. She felt her heart pulling at her chest, and a lump rose up in her throat.

"I," she gulped. "I can't."

"Why not?" Cyborg demanded. Raven rounded on him, her eyes flaming.

"Just tell me what's in the stupid pills!" there was a hint of another tone to her voice. Rage was acting up.

"Fine," Cyborg raised his hands. "I will, but it's going to take a while." Raven took in a breath, calming herself. "I give it a good three hours before we get any answers."

Oooooo Cliff Hanger. How will this turn out. You'll just have to wait and see.