Finally updating this one. I can't stay away from near death experiences! I've managed to get myself into a very interesting not-relationship since I last updated. It's so close to being the classic BBXRae relationship stand still. I've been emphasizing with Beast Boy a lot recently which is good for you because it's making writing this story way easy. Author's note is long. Read, review, and enjoy! (not necessarily in that order)

I don't own the Titans. – J. Mirembe

He's about to die.

The lights are bearing down on him. He can hear the wheels screeching on the tracks, bringing his end ever closer. He can hear the others fighting but they are too far away. For what it matters, he's all alone.

This is taking too long. Aren't subways supposed to be fast? Screech, splat, done. That's how this is supposed to go. For some reason this train is going far too slow. Maybe even slow enough to escape, but those lights...he couldn't have moved if he had remembered to.

It's kind of funny. Out of everything he's faced and survived, it's a high tech thief and an express train that kills him. It couldn't have been the black hole device, an army of destructive robots, or some strange mutant monster. Of course not, that would have been too professional. Way too much honor and glory for a guy like him. Being kicked into a moving train though, that totally fits. It's really kind of random, not to mention it will totally disappoint Mento if he ever hears about it.

His mind is moving as fast as the train should be. It's all running through his head. Everything he's never going to experience, fights he won't be a part of, dreams never to be realized. That one soft smile he is never going to see again.

Suddenly the lights are his godsend. They are barely bright enough to outshine the memory of those few precious seconds. He can blame the stinging tears in his eyes on them too.

He's never going to tell Raven anything. All those chances when he could have said something. He's not sure what he would have said, but now he's never going to get to decide. He's going to die as just her teammate. He's always going to be her stupid annoying childish teammate and nothing else. She'll never know.

It's too bad he is very realistic when it comes to pain. It might have been nice to pretend that being hit by a train would hurt less than dying with the knowledge that she's never going to care about him. But he isn't that much of a romantic. He blames too many nights spent with the company of a bottle of pain medication in medical bays.

This is going to hurt like hell.