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Chapter Five: An Alliance With The Enemy

Robin sat down on a simple wooden chair in a small, plain grey room. Opposite him was a second chair, this one was metal and bolted to the floor, between Robin's chair and the metal chair was a modest wooden table. The man who called himself the Hunter was led into the room by a police officer. "You've got five minutes," the officer told Robin, handcuffing the prisoner to his chair.

The Hunter looked better than he did the day before. He had shaved, trimmed his beard and was cleaned up a bit, however his grey eyes looked tired, like he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. "What do you want?" he demanded. "I'm not talking to anyone until I talk to a lawyer, and kid, you ain't no lawyer. Even if you were and you were the best damn lawyer in the country, I'd still not talk to you."

"You're walking on thin ice right now. I happen to know you refused a lawyer anyway," Robin said, "Of all the villain's I've faced, you're special, so be thankful. I don't usually give my enemies the time of day, especially if they mortally wounded one of my best friends and teammates."

"Villain?! I'm sorry but I'm not the villain here, I don't protect..."

Robin cut him off ignoring him, "Part of the reason why I'm willing to hear you out is because I think we may be on the same side, and after the same thing, and that you might have made a mistake about my fellow Titan. Believe me, after what you did, what I am doing right now is rare and I've taken a lot of risks by doing this. My friends aren't so forgiving right now and my decision to hear your side of the story has made me rather unpopular. Our friend that you shot is a changeling, he can become any animal, so I'll have you know that he is not a werewolf."

The Hunter's eyes widened, "So you know then what I am after?"

Robin nodded. He tossed a newspaper in front of him, "What do you know about this?"

The newspaper before him spoke of the crazy wolf that they encountered the previous night and had a picture of it on the cover, taken by a camper. "Tell me what you know and maybe I'll talk."

"The night before last we were called about this wolf. I know that this is no ordinary wolf. After meeting you yesterday and finding out that all your weapons are made of silver and seeing you suddenly turn on my teammate only after he became a wolf, I've come to the conclusion that maybe the wolf we're dealing with here is a werewolf," Robin replied.

"That's right," the Hunter nodded, "It's definitely a werewolf." His face softened, "I'm sorry about your friend, I didn't know. It was an honest mistake. Is he OK?"

Robin nodded, "One of my teammates has healing powers. He'll recover. But how could you mistake him for a werewolf when it was the middle of the day?"

The Hunter leaned forward, "First of all, he changed into a wolf before my eyes, and if you've been hunting werewolves as long as I have, who wouldn't automatically think it was a werewolf? In the heat of the moment, I didn't think. Second of all, there are several breeds of werewolves, some breeds, though rare, are not ruled by the moon or time of day, those types can change whenever they damn well please. Regardless, they're evil and manipulative savages, through and through."

"How do you know this?" Robin asked.

"I should know, I've been hunting them for twenty years," the Hunter explained, "and, I almost became one."

"What do you mean you almost became one?" Robin asked the Hunter.

The Hunter sighed, "When I was eighteen, I was bitten by a werewolf. I was left wounded to the point I thought that I would die. I wanted to die. But then my wounds healed as though they were never there. Then I felt this... I don't know I could feel this power, this craving in my bones. My head ached, my blood ran hot, I desired flesh. I became carnivorous, I ate my meat rare and I when I was angry, I was constantly faced with the temptation to rip out the hearts of whomever I was with. I became allergic to silver... Then I met this woman who told me she knew that I was Changing. She was a magus and she was also a werewolf hunter and she told me I was infected by the curse of the werewolf, and that if I wasn't cured before the next full moon, I would be lost to evil. She cured me of my infection and taught me the recipe of the clandestine antidote and I've been studying and hunting werewolves ever since."

Robin took it all in and took a deep breath, "Can you prove it?"

The Hunter looked almost offended, "What?"

"How do I know I can trust you? If I'm to help you, I need to know if you speak the truth," Robin told him.

"You... you want to help me?"

Robin nodded slowly, "That werewolf killed at least four people, possibly more. We share a common enemy and could use your help."

The Hunter nodded, "I would like to help you, but I am sorry, I cannot prove that my tale is true. Not here, not now. I'm afraid that the only way to prove it to you is to show you."

"Then I guess I'll have to give you that chance. We'll cover your bail, and you will be put in the custody of the Teen Titans. Give us any sign of betrayal, you go back in here," Robin said. "Prove to us that you are not the villain we thought you were and I can try and get you a pardon."

"Fair enough," the Hunter nodded. "Anything to prevent the werewolves from killing and infecting others. I can use all the help I can get."

Beast Boy groaned, feeling bored out of his mind. He was much better than before but was still incredibly weak. He was still in pain after his numbness diminished, but it seemed Raven got most of the damage. He hated hospitals. When Dr. Irving found out that Raven had healed him, she wanted him to stay for at least the night, so they could be sure Raven cured him completely. Apparently she also wanted to admit Raven after seeing how much healing him took out of her, but Raven had refused. Beast Boy had wished she would at least get herself looked at, but Raven was stubborn. As he lay in bed all he could think about was Raven. She had been on his mind a lot lately. It confused him.

Feeling lonely in his private hospital room, Beast Boy closed his eyes and imagined Raven was there, keeping him company in her own way. It was easy to envision her on the chair beside him, reading. He could see every strand of hair on her head, gently falling in her face as her indigo eyes scanned the page. Her brow would furrow ever so slightly, as though she just read something fascinating, and thought provoking. Her delicate pale hand would brush her dark hair behind her ear but there would still be that one stubborn lock that would fall back into her eyes.

She would act like he wasn't there of course, but she would turn the page and look at him with her intense eyes and he would feel warm. She put her book down and put her hand in his, smiling ever so slightly. He thought her smile was beautiful and rare. She had a shy, barely there smile, like she was in denial of the fact that she felt content to be with him.

She sandwiched his hand between hers. Her skin felt soft and warm as she stroked the top of his hand. She leaned over and looked down at him her dark blue eyes glistened. Beast Boy smiled at her and she smiled back, this time it was warmer, and wider. She tenderly kissed his cheek and let go of his hand as though she didn't want to. Raven backed out of the room, staring at him warmly with her deep dark eyes, leaving Beast Boy with the feeling of unyielding peace.

"Hey BB," Cyborg nudged him, "wake up buddy."

Beast Boy opened his eyes and rubbed his cheek. Had he been dreaming? Why would he have a dream like that? Starfire and Cyborg stood next to his bed and Starfire carried a huge bouquet of flowers. "Hey guys, I must've dozed off."

"Here Beast Boy, we brought you flowers as is customary when one is ill," Starfire handed him the flowers.

Beast Boy gave an amused grin when he saw that the card said: "It's a boy!" with a blue teddy bear as the picture. Written on the back in Cyborg's printing it said, "Get well soon Beast Boy!" and he signed his name and Starfire signed hers and wrote Robin and Raven's name, signing it on their behalf. "Let me guess, Star picked it all out."

Starfire nodded.

"Thanks guys," Beast Boy laughed.

"How you feeling?" Cyborg asked.

Beast Boy shrugged, "Fine, just tired... a little sore still but mostly tired. I want to go home but Dr Irving is still leery of Raven's healing powers and wants to keep me here for observation a little longer."

"That's probably a good idea, since Raven's powers haven't been working well lately and she never healed something like that before," Cyborg said.

"I guess so, but I really hate it here. Is she OK?" Beast Boy asked. He never did get a chance to see or talk to her after she healed him.

"She seems to be fine," Cyborg said. "Tired, but fine."

"Where are Robin and Raven anyway?" Beast Boy asked.

"Raven is with her club of poetry, although I wish that she would have accompanied us instead and Robin is..." Starfire's voice trailed off as both of their faces darkened.

"Where?"

"He's talking to the guy who shot you," Cyborg confessed, "he has this crazy notion that the guy is on our side."

Beast Boy began breathing rapidly, "Wh...what makes Robin think that?" he asked, sounding a little bit betrayed.

"He thinks that the man who shot you is a hunter of werewolves," Starfire explained, "and that he thought you are a werewolf. Robin is engaging in conversation with him to find out if he is right or if he is not. He suspects that the wolf we encountered the other night may be a werewolf."

Beast Boy clenched his fist, so it was true. The wolf that attacked Raven was indeed a werewolf. Why would she protect it? Did she even know? Was she absolutely positive the wolf didn't bite her, or scratch her? Was Beast Boy right in suspecting Jonathan? Beast Boy's mind was racing. He groaned, feeling nauseous.

"Beast Boy, are you OK?" Cyborg asked.

"I hope Robin will be able to get some answers," Beast Boy replied, "Whether the guy who shot me is on our side or not."

"You are not mad that Robin thinks that the Hunter might be good?" Starfire asked.

"I feel a little bit betrayed I guess, but not mad. Robin wouldn't think that this Hunter guy who nearly killed me was on our side if he didn't have a good reason. I trust his judgement," Beast Boy decided rather uneasily. His thoughts however focused on Raven. He wished she was there with him, "Are you guys sure Raven is all right?"

Cyborg nodded, "She's fine."

"She's not with that naked guy she met is she?"

"No," Cyborg replied, "She said that she was going to a poetry reading or something, although if you ask me she should be here with us, visiting you. She only saw Jonathan yesterday to get her cloak back." Cyborg grinned and added, "Why? Are you jealous or something?"

Beast Boy blushed slightly, "No, of course not. I just don't trust him, that's all."

Raven took a sip of her tea and looked around the gloomy café. She felt exhausted as she waited for Jonathan and her head was still pounding. Maybe Robin was right, maybe she was pushing herself too hard. The statement had a lot of merit to her because it came from Robin, the leader who liked to push himself and his team to the limits. He wouldn't say it unless he meant it. Raven had meditated all morning to fight back her emotions, fight back her raw power which had been trying to take over her. She would not let the evil inside her win but it was taking a lot out of her. Much more than usual. In fact, meditating was downright painful. Damn concussion, she thought.

Raven glanced up when she saw Jonathan come in, she remained still and expressionless when he joined her. "Hey," he smiled.

"Hey."

"So," Jonathan shrugged, "How's your friend?"

"He'll live," she replied, dropping the subject. She did not want to talk about Beast Boy, although he had been on her mind a lot more since she accidentally tapped into his memories and healed him. She tried very hard to keep the thought of Beast Boy out of her brain. It only brought her more confusion than she could deal with.

"That's good," Jonathan replied. "So, what did you want to tell me before you had to leave yesterday?"

Raven shifted her gaze slightly, "I think I can help you. I was raised as a pacifist and was taught the art of meditation. You see, my powers are controlled by my emotions, so I always have to keep them in check."

Jonathan nodded, he wiggled in his seat, interested in what she had to say, "Really?"

Raven nodded. "Since you change when you lose your temper, then in a way you're power is also driven by your emotions and... well I'm not a master of meditation yet, I am still learning myself since it takes years, but I think..." she hesitated. Why am I doing this? She wondered, Am I seriously about to open up to a complete stranger when I can't even open up to my closest friends? There is something wrong with me. She shook her head, "Jonathan, what I'm trying to say is I think I am ready to take on a student. If you are willing, I can teach you what I know."

With a grin Jonathan took Raven's hand and looked her in the eyes, "If it can help me, I'd do anything. I gladly accept." He seemed to act like that was what he hoped she'd say. Raven took her hand away, looking at him with slight mistrust but avoided his gaze. "I don't want to change anymore and if you think it will help... thank you Raven, thank you so much."

Suddenly Raven regretted making her offer. Something about Jonathan startled her, something about his eyes, the way they suddenly lit up when she offered to teach him. "Yeah well..."

"Something wrong?"

Raven looked back into his eyes again, her feelings of unease subsided. "No," she replied, "I've just never taken on a student before, not like this. I hope you realize that it won't be easy. If it's going to do anything at all to help you, we have to dig deep... maybe even dangerously deep. Except for the basics, this will be nothing like you may have seen on TV or whatever. It will be a long struggle for both of us. I hope you do realize this."

"If it will help me stay human, it will be worth it," Jonathan said.

Raven smiled slightly, taking a sip of her tea, hoping that she was doing the right thing.