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Falling
~The changeling looked at me with enormous eyes and his mouth gaped. "Oh, Raven, this is bad."
~That was an understatement. "No, really? We only have an estranged occult on the rise and have to worry about them trying to resurrect my father."
~"Well... At least we know what we're up against..." He shrugged.
~That was all I hoped they were planning unless... My eyes widened considerably. "Gar... I think they're trying to take over the world by means of interdemensional travel... I know it sounds absurd but..." A pause. "Gar, I need you to get me to these village people."
~He giggled. "The Village People, Rae?"
~I rolled my eyes at the lightening of the mood. "Oh, do shut up and get me out of here." I motioned at my tethers.
~He leaped out of his straight backed chair and unhooked the wires and tubes confining me to the table. I sat bolt upright and stretched a moment before bounding off the bed and confidently to the Common Room. Gar walked by my side warily watching me in case I happened to faint or get dizzy, which I did get dizzy but wasn't going to tell him that. I threw a glance at the puckered skin on my wrist and sighed in desperation. I knew, at this point, the whole Tower knew of my 'problem.' However, I walked on down the corridors strong and tall, despite my short stature. Gar seemed to notice my change in mood from determined to slightly concerned.
~"Rae, we still love you no matter what."
~"And I to you all as well... Particularly you, Garfield," I was taken aback by my response as much as he seemed to be.
~We fell into an awkward silence as our footfalls on the carpet and breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes until we reached the great Common Room doors. I punched in the code and all chatter on the other side quieted somewhat. The doors slid open and revealed Star and Bee conversing in hushed tones while Richard and Cy seemed to be having a vehement discussion including grand hand gestures. All conversations came to a complete halt as we entered the gathering room.
~"Nice to see you up and about," commented a quiet and calm Robin.
~"Oh, friend Raven! You have awakened from your slumber! We have missed you and have wanted to see if you were feeling well yet!" Her eyes had returned to their bright, vivid green and her skin seemed less strained. Her hand now held an ever present bottle of mustard.
~"Yo, Rae! What was goin' on?" boomed Cy's identifiable voice.
~Bee merely grunted in agreement to all of the questions and comments.
~"I'd love to tell you guys all about everything was over a steaming cup of tea, but there's something we need to take care of. We have some bad, evil business to take care of."
~Gar piped up. "Mostly my fault."
~I slapped him on the back of the head and a giggle escaped from Star. "Shut up."
~"At least let me tell them what we're up against," he looked down at me with an urresistable grin.
~I shrugged in compliance.
~The others had gathered around us by this time, and Gar told his tale and suspicions. By the time he finished, Cyborg was holding Karen while she cried her eyes out, Starfire nearly crushed the bottle of mustard to a dust with her alien death grip, and Robin gritted his teeth and a very masculine look dominated his features.
~Cy looked up from a sobbing Bee and asked, "So we're getting involved in some tribal ritual because Gar was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Trigon is dead."
~I shrugged again looking around the room. "Pretty much."
~"Not to mention the fact that we're all still recovering from something whether it's been not eating, manic depression," Bee sobbed harder and blubbered something no one could understand. "a cross dressing leader, a drunk, and a cutter. Oh, joy. Looks like I'm the only normal one."
~Gar tensed up beside me. "There's nothing wrong with a little stress relief. Raven's just happened to be harmful to herself and is on the road to recovery."
~Cy, still holding onto his fiancee, pointed acusationally at Gar. "YOU don't need to worry about it. Kay? You know she has fresh cuts, and they've been since you two have been around eachother."
~Starfire began to look uncomfortable and Richard shirted towards her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Good sign. Then, I turned my attention back to the arguing half robot and changeling.
~"Would you two-" I began quietly.
~"Stay out of this, tin man."
~"Stop fighting-" My voice rose a little.
~"Make me grass stain!"
~Now would be a good time to-" I was near about yelling now.
~They cut me off again and I exploded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP OK?"
~The toaster blew up to high heaven as my dark energy attacked it. Why was it always the toaster?
~I was fuming at this point and a black veil covered my eyes as my voice had a double over it. "We need to stay together and work this out. This is no time to have a pointless argument."
~Everyone took a step back, and Bee, who was only sniffling before my volatile explosion, was crying yet again.
~Gar was the first to speak, "You're right, Rae... This is pretty pointless..."
~Dizziness swept over me and I attempted to keep composed. "My skin hurts..."
~My knees grew pained as well as my elbows and hips, and just as I thought I was going to fall, strong arms wrapped around me in protection and held me up. Gar's warmth filled me and rejuvenated my very soul. I had never felt such a kind, sincere soul in my life; just feeling the strong vibe made me strong and determined to live... determined to quit... The air around us was tense, but I didn't care. He held me in his arms like I belonged there, like he wanted me there in this little world- little universe- between us and the rest of reality. We were our own little bubble in existence. The strong hand on my back began shaking, however, and the pain in my limbs subsided.
~He soon let me go and propped himself on his knees with his hands. "Damn, Rae. You've gotten yourself into some serious shit."
~"Not as serious a shit as the rest of the world is in right now. One cutting teen is nothing compared to the tribe in the African jungles trying to conjure up a demon and rip the fabric of space and time..."
~The others just looked at us astounded how we managed to escape in our little bubble of space and air. He ignored them all, straightened and stooped down to my level.
~I just glared into the depths of his eyes. "You owe me a blade, Mr. Logan." My voice could only be heard by the animal senses of my changeling friend.
~His ears drooped considerably and he grabbed my arms and shook me lightly. "Raven... Please quit... If that's the pain you're in every time you cut, please stop... I can't take it..."
~"I'll get it myself then..." I shighed before turning to the other Titans.
~They simply stared at Gar and me with mouths agape. "Well, guys, we've got work to do..."
