-9 AHA! After a super long wait was being fishy), I finally update! Sorry on the shortness but second semester is winding down and my English class is demanding the essays! Man, so much work. College is stressful. Also, I thought that if I added to much, it would take from the story. I'd rather have you guys asking for more than boring you. But please, lemme know if anything gets dry! Nothing I'm afraid of more than a lame story. Anyway, I also have a little one shot up (BBxRae naturally) about Beast Boy snooping in Rae's diary. Check it out if you haven't already! Love yas!
On with the story!
A strangled voice breathed again, "Where… am I?" This time, the faint sound fell softer, seeming as though the speaker had started to slip. The sound dissipated entirely as the lids of the telepath drew closed, lips parting justly in hurt contentment.
"Raven!" Beast Boy yelled frantically. He held the weak demon in his arms clutched against his beaten chest as droplets of blood and sweat combined and descended slowly onto Raven's sullen face. They were alone now; any trace of the others had vanished leaving the two in anguished solitude. Beast Boy ran a trembling finger across the placid skin, dewy from sweat. "Rae." Her name escaped so effortlessly from his lips.
Her eyes suddenly opened and, straining from the adjustment to the light, warily fixated on the changeling, the one who had been holding her. She said nothing, only waited. Waited for an answer, explanation, anything.
Remembering the girl's query from before, Beast Boy spoke, though tried to hide his overwhelming joy of seeing Raven awake. She was still a sight. Beautiful. Though her leotard was tattered, shredded really, from Rage's fierce attack. Her arms lay limply against Beast Boy's heaving torso, mangled with cuts and already showing signs of bruising. But her face. Though scraped and sliced, was beautiful. "We are in your mind." He thanked himself for reporting this calmly.
His eyes darted to a cut on her temple; blood was still escaping from it, trickling teasingly down her troubled face. Without a word, the changeling ungloved a hand and brought a warm thumb against her forehead, pressing gently until the wound surrendered. The chakra that set beside the garnet trail gave a faint glow.
There was a silence. It was neither awkward nor rushed.
"My mind?" It was obvious the telepath was not in the best of states. Possibly delirious from blood loss. Her eyes flew from side to side examining her whereabouts. Not exactly the best place to find yourself lost in. There were still endless winding paths seemingly leading to nowhere, and shriveled trees still littered the ground. The eerie crows had left though. Along with any signs of life. Her violet gaze fell back to Beast Boy whose eyes had never left her.
Assuming he wouldn't hurt her, she decided the oddly greened boy was on her side. The tension from her body loosened a bit as the lids of her eyes slowly drifted back down. Not too long after, she was fast asleep, still propped by the strength of Beast Boy's arms. He only stared down at her, wondering. Wondering how he would ever get back home. Wondering if Raven was truly alright. Wondering what change had happened to her. Wondering how someone so strong was left so fragile. Wondering why he had never noticed how beautiful she was.
And that was when he started walking.
The nape of Raven's neck rested on Beast Boy's shoulder, her legs dangling from his weary arms. The changeling had been trudging through the vast regions of the demon's mind for what seemed like hours. But he pressed on; the thought of Raven charging his will power. The telepath hissed soft moans of discomfort with every other step Beast Boy made. She clenched her teeth as a gusted huff released.
"Don't worry, Rae," the ever-determined Beast Boy breathed. "We're almost… there."
And as if by the shape shifter's orders, it appeared. Reflecting a gleam of stars in it's smooth face, a familiar ornate mirror filled the greened Titans gaze. Four steely horns protruded violently from each corner and a small garnet gem, identical to what adorned Raven's forehead, crowned the piece.
Beast Boy drew the trembling Raven towards him, bracing himself for the return, uncertain of where they would end up. Or if they would end up at all. Warily, he approached the hand mirror that served as much more. A portal to Raven's mind. And hopefully, a portal out.
"Here goes."
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"Yo, uh. BB? Am I coming in at a bad time?" a metallic voice inquired sheepishly.
"Wah?" The shape shifter, dazed and quite confused, rubbed at his forehead. It didn't pain or throb. More out of habit really. One eye cautiously slid open, the other pressed hard shut. Taking in his surroundings he recognized Raven's room. "What?" he asked sounding more uneasy than he had anticipated.
"Well, I kinda came in to see if Raven had my Last Dream X strategy guide but… I found you two. In a rather compromising position." The half robot's eyes shifted slowly to the air with innocence as his metal fingers pressed together. He stood from the doorway avoiding any eye contact with the changeling. "Dude, you should lock doors. For everyone's safety."
As the words sank in, Beast Boy felt a warmth underneath him. A familiar velvet soft warmth tucked under his body. Slow, shallow breaths falling onto his torn chest. Reluctantly, the changeling averted his eyes beneath him only to find Raven's body entangled with his, legs entwined and hair strung across the bed madly.
"Cyborg! It's not what you think!" Beast Boy retaliated as he brought his weakened frame up to sit. The action was to quick as it brought a spinning sensation into his head. He was very dizzy.
"It better not be what I think, or I'll be kicking your butt from her to Gotham." His intentions were good. He just didn't like the thought of Raven, his little Titan sister, getting cozy with boys. Even if it were Beast Boys. "So please, convince me otherwise."
"I was in Raven's mind. I know why she's been acting all weird!" The room seemed to teeter under him now. He thumbed at his temples in attempt to the quell the pain. To no avail.
It was then that Cyborg had noticed the cuts and bruises that torn the two. He inched closer to the bed, uncertain on if he wanted to see what had been sitting before him. As the sight came into focus, the robot observed a wounded Raven, face smeared with blood, body convulsing as sweat dribbled across her trunk, limbs hanging loosely from either side. She was a wreck.
"What…" No other word left the robotic Titan's lips. Beast Boy needed no other words.
"Please, just help me save her."
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It was a cold night in the medical bay. Though Cyborg had insisted that Beast Boy shower, the Titan refused. He wished to stay by Raven's side until she waked. Instead, he dabbed a wet sponge across his body to rid himself of the blood that had begun to cake. A gash found home to his bare chest, deep. Possibly permanent. But the thought didn't cross Beast Boy's mind. His emerald eyes never parted from the lying form on the cot. Never missing a single breath. Single beat. Single twitch of pain.
Cyborg sighed. He knew that Beast Boy was a stubborn one. With exception to Starfire, the whole team was pretty hard-headed. He decided it best to let BB have his way on this one. There was no harm in him staying with Raven. It would be good for her to wake up to someone she knew. Cyborg's battery was going low and he was risking it with all his scans he was doing for her. As he ran countless tests on the telepath, Beast Boy had filled the cybernetic Titan of his past venture. Of his opposition with Rage. Of him destroying Raven's emotions. Of Raven not being the same.
Cyborg had tried to assure Beast Boy that the results came back negative of any changes in her system, though BB refused to accept it. He had become so paranoid. And with reason. Raven wasn't one to be analyzed physically. She was an emotional being. Still, Cyborg said that the answers would come in time. There was nothing left than to wait on her awakening.
With a heavy heart, Cyborg started to retire to his room, hesitant on leaving the worried Beast Boy with Raven. For Beast Boy's sake. His electronic hand flattened against the cold door when his actions were interrupted.
"Where am I?" A hushed tone pierced the sterile room.
"The medical bay of the Tower." Beast Boy's response was quiet, questioning.
And from the meekest voice, "Who am I?"
Cyborg and Beast Boy met wide-eyed stares. No.
"You're Rae-"
"Rachel. Your name is Rachel Roth
