A/N: So hopefully some junk'll be a little more explain-ed. Right. Like Jimmy Kudo says, with a keen eye for detail, one truth prevails! Heh, been watching too much Case Closed. That show is great. Anyways, like the summary says, this chapter has some more romance and Raven is a bit overwhelmed. Poor baby.

Any questions? Concerns? Lemme know. But don't get wise and make cracks about concern for my mental stability. Otherwise, just send the reviews and enjoy chapter six, "Bunk with Me?" of the ongoing series, "Oh, My Pretty Kitty."

The cold wind danced with the drapes and trailed its icy finger up the petite girl's spine, sending shivers to crawl malevolently throughout her body. The fates obviously did not want for Raven to sleep. She thrashed subconsciously attempting to warm herself. Her futile attempts were thwarted, and her eyes opened quickly. She grabbed for her arms and rubbed ferociously trying to rid herself of the numbing coldness. For a brief moment, she had forgotten the night's previous events. Unfortunately, the temporary memory lasp was just that- temporary.

"Oh, no..." she vaguely heard the words escape her lips as she bolted upright in her bed.

She sat upright, and the look on her face changed from horror, to confusion and then back to horror after a moment or two. Raven looked down her legs and let her eyes rest on her feet resting atop her pillow. Her eyebrows furrowed.

'But I remember... I buried my face in that pillow. How could my feet have gotten there? I couldn't have flipped around AGAIN... could I?'

She confusedly flipped her legs over the side of the bed and glanced into the darkness of her room. She sighed, both relieved and frightened of what had entailed.

'The best thing is to clean up and hide it from the others. If they know, they will no longer accept me. Then, herbal tea to calm my nerves... no one can know. No one can suspect anything.'

The guilt gnawed at the back of her neck. She knew not of what she had killed, but had no doubts of killing it. How could anything bleed and cry in that way and still survive? She would rather live with the guilt of murder (self defense or not, she had taken something's life) rather than the wrath of her teammates.

Raven pushed herself off the bed and began to take heavy steps towards the door. Half way across her virtually spotless floor, her foot made contact with something, causing her to clumsily trip and land on the floor.

"God damn! Oww..." she muttered and grabbed for the offending item.

Her pale fingers made contact with the ancient leather bindings of a book.

"What...?" she gasped incredulously.

The goth felt as though she were watching through someone else's eyes as she lifted the book into the pale moonlight leaking through her window. Her wide eyes gazed at the Book of Azar's shining, golden letters glinting at her.

"No..." she told herself. "No, I left this downstairs. I left it down there. I ran back up here. How did it get here? I KNOW I left it downstairs on the kitchen countertop. I must be dreaming..."

She pinched herself out of pure instinctual behavior. A sharp shock of pain shot up through her arm. Her eyes widened in realization.

A combination of confusion, terror and hurt crossed her features and swept through her mind. The onslaught of emotions overwhelmed her fragile mind. Normally, such feeling would cause explosions and melt downs. But as of now, the only thing happening was a steady stream of cold sweat trailing down the back of her neck.

"What's happening to me?" she pleaded to no one in particular.

Raven quickly opened her bedroom door and fled through the halls, not completely sure if it was for the first or second time that night. She passed through the staircase swiftly and landed near the kitchen and common room. It was completely dark, excluding the green glow of the digital numbers from the clock on the microwave and the soft, flickering light from the night light by the stove. It gave off just enough warmth to show the drapes had been pulled shut.

Raven drew in a deep intake of breath. That was one strike against her insanity, and one for it. She wandered into the kitchen, once again not sure whether it was the first or second time that evening, and looked for any signs of her first encounter. The dim light barely allowed her to see, but it was enough to reveal a steak knife lying on the floor. However, there was not a trace of blood in sight.

"What...?"

This just wasn't adding up. She gingerly reached down and lifted the utensil by its handle and observed it. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it. To a passer-by, it would have appeared that someone had been doing dishes and merely dropped it.

The score was two to two. What did it mean? Was this some kind of weird sign? Desperate for an explanation, Raven decided that the only explanation could be that she needed to meditate more often and keep her emotions in check.

'Yes... this must be my powers' way of telling me I need to keep in better control.'

The thought repeated itself in her head over and over to convince herself, but it was a façade. She sat down at the table and hung her head. She wasn't kidding herself. She had no idea what was wrong with her, and she hated it.

It was then that she heard a creaking behind her. She whipped her head around to identify the sound. A silhouette was moving ever closer to her in the halls.

She subconsciously felt her lip begin tremble. It raised its hand up as it crept ever closer. Raven held her breath preparing for the worst. But something was strangely familiar about the silhouette. The green hand moved into the dim light and was soon followed by the rest of her green teammate's body.

Beast Boy rubbed his eye groggily and stumbled forward.

"Raven?" he questioned in disbelief. "What are you doing up? It's" he referenced the microwave clock, "3:12 in the morning. I know you're the early bird type, but isn't this a little ridiculous?"

She snorted, obviously not in the mood for his cracks at her.

He woke up slightly more, and became slight more sensitive to that disturbed look on her face. He strode over to the table and pulled up a chair which he plopped down on.

"Hey..." he began softer than he had before. "You alright?"

"Fine, thanks," she grunted monotonously. She really had not wanted to be found as vulnerable as she currently felt.

"Then... then what are you doing here?"

"I could be asking you the same thing."

"I heard footsteps. RUNNING footsteps. So I came down to see what was going on," he shrugged nonchalantly.

He had heard her? Her eyes narrowed, but then widened. He had heard her! She nearly forgot that with his animal like senses could pick up on things most people could neither smell nor hear. Maybe he heard the footsteps before, too!

"What about... did... did you hear footsteps earlier, too?" she inquired softly, with trace amounts of hope.

"No..." he looked at her strangely.

"Are you sure? You just didn't hear it. I'm sure you must've just missed it," she insisted.

"What's with you, Rae? Even if there HAD been more footsteps, I definitely would have heard it. I mean, I can even hear it when you roll over in bed," he retorted.

"You... listen to me in bed??" her jaw dropped.

"Not intentionally..." he blushed. "Sometimes I just hear movement and stuff."

Raven sat staring at her hands, which she anxiously wrung and fidgeted as she mulled over what Beast Boy had just said. If she had REALLY been running that first time, he would have heard her. He didn't notice anything until just now.

He was looking directly at her; she could feel his eyes touching her every feature. She sighed shakily and lifted her legs up onto the chair and knees to her chin. The sudden movement caused a sharp pain in her stomach where the fresh barbell lay imbedded in the tiny flap of skin just above her belly button. The physical pain only distracted her from the mental pain momentarily, and when realization bitch slapped her once more, she quickly turned her head to the side (away from her semi-unwanted companion) and sighed again.

"Hey..." he asked nervously, "are you all right, Rae?"

The petite girl bit her lower lip held back the confused tears that tugged at her eyelids.

"Am I EVER 'all right'?" she muttered angrily.

"Hey, I'm only trying to help!" the green one defended himself, shooting a hurt look at her.

"Oh, yeah, right. Like you'd be any help. You'll never understand what goes on in my head!" she snapped irritably at him.

"Maybe not... and I don't pretend to understand you, either. Just know that I'm here for you," he nodded sincerely.

Raven nodded back at him, but did not make eye contact.

"I should not have become upset with you," she flushed slightly with shame. "You are right; you only want to help."

She looked up, but he had turned away and now HE was the one staring off into the distance.

"I may not understand your powers, or why you are the way you are," Beast Boy began in a voice that was uncharacteristically serious. "But there IS one thing that I can't pretend I don't understand."

Purple eyes shot up curiously to meet green ones.

"And what is that?" she asked skeptically.

"You're empathetic, right?"

She nodded, unsure of what he was going to say next.

"Well... when I ...um, well, I guess when I got this disease, you could say... Anyway, when I changed something similar happened to me. They say cats and dogs can sense when people are happy, sad, scared..." he trailed off and broke eye contact momentarily.

Her brows furrowed, trying to comprehend his words.

"Heh..." he laughed a little and then looked back up at her. "I guess I'm saying you and I have more in common than you thought!"

"So, that means..." she began.

"You're scared, Raven..." he whispered, his green eyes trying to read hers.

She jerked her head away from his gaze, but he retalliated by scooting his chair closer to the gothic girl.

"It's okay..." he gingerly caressed her bare arm with one hand and the top of her hand with his other, as if trying to coax her troubles away.

Raven felt so stupid. In all her years, she NEVER would have predicted that she would be trying desperately not to cry with none other than the green kid trying to console her. His soft skin sent a shiver up her spine. This was such a weird situation.

"C'mon, you can tell me... what's wrong?" he almost pleaded.

She wasn't about to open up to him. Being such a prankster, he would more than likely exploit her. But then again, he DID just say they have more in common than she thought. Perhaps she should just tell him about her problem. Who knew, maybe it could help?

"I don't know..." she began. "I've been having weird dreams."

He quirked a brow. "Oh, please. The Raven I know wouldn't get so worked up over a couple nightmares."

"That's just it! They're not nightmares! Well... except for the last one. Things that I know were dreams keep coming true."

Beast Boy did not speak, but his expression clearly stated "What...?!"

"Well, for example... I dreamed I closed those drapes. But there they are, closed!"

"Uh huh..." the changeling was now the skeptical one. "Anything else?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. I had not eaten any strawberries the other morning. I had dreamed that you and I were eating them, so it was odd that you had offered them just after I had dreamed it," she retorted.

His other eyebrow was now raised, giving him a look of shock. "Why were you dreaming about us eating strawberries together??"

She blushed madly, "I don't know, it was a dream!"

"Weird..."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"How long have you been having these dreams?" he asked inquisitively.

"They just started yesterday night," she replied simply.

"So you've had two dreams like that?"

"No, three. One tonight, and two yesterday. I had fallen asleep on the couch with you, woke up, and then went back to sleep. I dreamt both times."

"But you had a nightmare tonight?"

"...Yes. It's weird. These strange dreams seem to be more..." she paused in thought. "Less unpleasant when you are around."

"Heh..."

An awkward, silent pause engulfed them.

"Well, I don't think I can stop the dreams, but maybe if being around me helps for whatever reason then you're more than welcome to spend the night in my room with me," he nervously played with the new earrings and did not dare to make eye contact with her.

"Excuse me...?" she asked in shock, eyes wide.

"No, no, no!" he blushed madly. "I have a bunk bed! Separate bunks, I'm not a pervert."

"Oh," she nodded thankfully. "I would appreciate that, Beast Boy. But please... let's keep this between you and me."

The two silently and slowly made their way up to the morph's room, and with the push of a button, they stepped inside. Beast Boy flipped on the light, revealing the heinous mess. She wrinkled her nose at the sight and began to scan the room. Something on the wall caught her eye.

"You have a 'Caboodles of Kittens' calendar?" she asked incredulously.

Beast Boy merely grinned toothily at her and said, "Hey, I'll keep your secrets if you keep mine."

She sighed, and then realized she had been doing that frequently as of late.

"Whoa!"

The sound of Beast Boy's voice brought her back, and she looked towards him.

"You musta been pretty scared- looks like you sweated through your night gown. Good thing I turned on the light or I wouldn't have noticed."

"Yes... good thing..."

"You can't sleep in that," he stated, clearing all his junk off the lower bunk and onto the floor. "You'll catch cold. Here, you can borrow some of my pajamas."

"Uhhh, I don't-"she began to decline, but was greeted with a face full of cow print pajamas.

"Go ahead and change, I'm not looking or anything," he called over his shoulder, trying to cover the bunk with some blankets.

Raven sighed reluctantly and quickly whipped off her nightgown and thrust the obnoxious cow pajamas over her head, not too comfortable with changing in the same room as a boy. She looked down at herself, wary of the large top hanging off her shoulders and the long legs of the pants hanging on the floor.

"Are you decent?"

"No..."

The two flinched. Beast Boy did so at the thought of naked Raven in his bedroom, and Raven did so in response.

"But I'm dressed, if that's what you mean," she finished the thought.

"Good!" he said, though the previous thought was better. "Then come on, you've got to be tired."

Raven made her way towards his bed and lay down, allowing Beast Boy to awkwardly tuck her in.

He then turned and began to climb the ladder to the top bunk. Once there, he peered over the rail and said sleepily, "If you need anything... don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you," she managed to whisper.

Within moments, she could practically hear the sawing logs as Beast Boy snored. Before the sandman could place his spell over her, Raven couldn't help but feel strangely comfortable in Beast Boy's smelly room under his squishy blankets. It wasn't often that he looked out for her. Up until then, it had been the other way around. Lost in her simple thoughts, Raven found herself drifting away into the land of nod.

A/N: I'm not talking to you jerks.

Okay, I guess I have to. But I hardly got any reviews last chapter! I was really sad. Jerks...

More REVIEWS, means more UPDATES. Hello! It's up to you whether this continues or not.

I realize Beast Boy may not have been fully in character (at least... not to SOME peoples' degree/standards) but I figured he was tired, so he didn't really want to mess around too much. Also when you're tired, you act sort of more compulsively than thinking things through, so it's harder to hold your tongue. I dunno, whatever.

And I DO in fact realize this is neither Thursday nor Friday. See, I had this nearly completed Wednesday, and was gonna have it for Thursday, right? But I couldn't get on the computer after band rehersal. So it should have been done Friday, right? Well... there was this big football fiasco, and even if I COULD have gotten on the computer, I was (erm...) not fit to be typing anything. Saturday was all day band rehersal, and so here I am today! On Sunday! Ai, me and my excuses... anyways, I'm mad at you guys. That is, unless I get plenty of nice reviews.

So poig mo hoine, and then we'll get more chapters, ok? Da labharfai nios mo Gailege...

Slan, Kelly