Broekn, Second Installment

By: Roxeant

Warning: This story is strictly a Raven/Beast Boy, Robin/Starfire story. Now, if you read this and flame me for other reasons than the pairings, than. . . I won't kill you. If you flame me for the pairings, I will. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I'd like to thank the few Robin/Raven supporters that have come in here and enjoyed the fic despite the pairing. Kudos to you guys for being so cool and open-minded! Damn, wish I could do that. Don't ruin it, guys, and don't flame me for the pairings. You may flame me for crappy writing, but not for the pairings.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or any related characters. I also do not own some of the fanfics mentioned in here. Heck, I don't even own the idea of people discovering fanfiction! I saw it in an X-men fic once. More than once. Six months later, the idea drifted back, and I applied it to Teen Titans.

However, everything besides the general idea is MINE.

The scary thing is that some of it is based on truth. . . 0o

So, as I was saying. This fic was supposed to be a one-shot. However, thanks to many, many reviewers that requested a continuation, I've made it a three-shot! The next section will be up as soon as I stop being a lazy ass and get to work. But, it WILL come, and when it does, I shall be starting the sequal to Things Unsaid. 3 ((Please forgive the two errors I found in the last chapter. The space bar was on the fritz. . .))

Oh, and thanks to one particular reviewer for inspiring me to write about Raven's reaction to some of the suicide/death/angst stories up here.

Beast Boy yawned and stumbled into the living room, almost tripping over one of his Gamestation Controllers. Sighing, he flopped down onto the couch and closed his eyes before he realized that someone else was there.

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up. "Raven? Woah, I didn't even know you were there. . ."

Raven shrugged. Her faithful computer on her lap, she was reading something. Beast Boy decided not to ask just yet.

"Not surprising. You're not exactly a morning person."

"I'm having one of those off-days," Beast Boy muttered tiredly. "I woke up early, and then fell back asleep, and then woke up later than I wanted to, and then, when I was taking a shower, all of the hot water was gone, and then I used Cyborg's toothpaste by mistake, and it's absolutely gross! And then I almost walked in here before I realized I was only wearing a towel, and so I had to go back to my room and put on clothes, and then I came back in here and tripped and didn't even notice you!"

The changeling, thoroughly out of breath after describing his trying morning, closed his eyes again and moaned piteously.

Raven put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's only morning. Plenty of time for your day to get better." Suddenly, as Raven clicked on something with her mouse, her grip tightened uncomfortably on Beast Boy's shoulder.

Beast Boy winced and tried to move Raven's hand, but it wouldn't budge. "Raaaaveeeen. . . " he said, trying to get her attention, "you're hurting me!"

Raven looked at Beast Boy, looked at her hand, and relaxed her grip.

"Something wrong?" Beast Boy asked as he examined the imprints of Raven's fingernails on the flesh of his shoulder.

Raven sighed. "Nothing major. It's just that I've been killed for about the sixth time in the past hour."

"What?" Beast Boy's jaw dropped.

"In stories, Beast Boy," Raven drawled. "In stories. The crazy authors with no lives have decided that they want me to die, and then that they want someone to cry over the loss. Usually you, sometimes Robin. Disgusting."

Beast Boy stared. "If they like us enough to write fanfictions about us, why the hell do they want to kill us off?"

At that moment, Starfire and Robin walked in. Robin looked much better than he had the day before, but his face still had a nervous twitch about it. He smiled weakly at the pair.

"Hey, you gu-" Robin froze. He was staring, transfixed, at Raven's laptop.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

And with those parting words, Robin darted out of the room and into the kitchen. Starfire quickly hurried after him, all the while calling: "Robin! Come out, Robin! This is the sixth time I've had to try and find you! Slade isn't here, he's not going to hurt you. . ."

Raven and Beast Boy stared at each other, stared at the doorway to the kitchen, and shrugged. Raven, disgusted by now with stories of her own death, turned off the computer, and took Beast Boy's hand. It felt a little awkward, but, after all, she was new at this sort of thing.

"Er . . Raven. . ." Beast Boy nervously pointed at one of his gamestation controllers, which was floating a few feet in the air, encased in a bubble of black energy.

Raven blushed and lowered it. "I need to work on that. . . So, let's go and see what Cyborg is doing. I don't really want to be in the kitchen right now."

Robin, who was hiding in the pantry near a neatly stacked pile of canned beans, shivered. His arms were wrapped firmly about his shoulders, and his eyes were wide and glassy like those of a cornered animal.

"Slade isn't here," he whispered to himself, "he isn't here. . . isn't here. . . isn't here. . ."

Just then, the pantry door started to open. Robin let out a panicked yelp and tried to charge out, only to be caught in the tender arms of Starfire. Robin struggled for a few seconds, realized that he was not being held by Slade, and relaxed.

This might have had something to do with the fact that Robin really, really liked the Alien and had had a crush on her for months, or it might have had something to do with the fact that Starfire, because of her Tamaranian blood, was probably over 100 times as strong as he was, and that he couldn't get away if he tried.

Starfire smiled at him, lifting a hand to stroke his head, trying to calm him down. "Friend Robin, you must relax! The things that Raven mentioned were only stories, and you need not fear words on paper."

"On a screen," Robin corrected nervously.

"On a screen," Starfire amended She wasn't that familiar with computers.

"You're right," Robin said, taking a deep breath, "I don't need to be scared of some stupid stories."

He grinned and Starfire, seeing that he had regained his composure for the most part, let him go. Robin sort of wished that she hadn't, but, as he wasn't about to tell anyone this, kept his grin. "So. . . let's go. . . do something."

Starfire nodded. "Yes! Perhaps an activity will take your mind off of Raven's stories?"

"Good idea, Star. Let's go to the Gym and train! That always helps me unwind."

Starfire, willing to do anything with Robin at the moment, heartily agreed. "I would be glad to accompany you, Robin."

And so, the two walked to the Gym.

Meanwhile, Raven was standing outside of Cyborg's door, her hand raised to knock. Beast Boy grabbed her pale wrist, lowered it, and winked. "No need to knock! I'm Cy's best friend! I come in here all the time."

And with that, Beast Boy opened the door, grinning. "Hey, Cyborg. What's up, dude?"

Cyborg, who was staring at one of his large computer screens (his room was full of computers and all sorts of gadgets), didn't even seem to notice that they were there.

Cautiously, Raven crept forwards and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't move. Raven stepped neatly around him, and looked at his face. He was asleep! His eyes were closed, and even though he wasn't plugged into his 'recharge' system, he was still out of it.

Beast Boy laughed. "He fell asleep at his computer? Woah, he musta been up all night to be this tired in the morning!"

"All night doing what?"

Beast Boy shrugged.

"I'm going to shut down his computer," Raven said. "Since he's asleep, it's only wasting power."

Beast Boy's eyes suddenly grew wide. "Raven. . . I woul-"

Raven turned towards him. "What?"

"Raven, just don't turn aro-"

"What are you talking about, Beast Boy? All I'm going to do is shut down his computer!"

"R-Rav. . ."

"Beast Boy, relax! Why do you look so flushed? Are you feeling alright? I can heal. .."

"F-fine. Just do-"

"Alright. I'll see what I can do for you after I turn off the computer."

"But, Raven!"

Beast Boy was ignored as Raven turned around, and went up to the mouse to shut down the computer. She stared. Her complexion wan, she slowly turned back around, looking as pale and as cold as marble.

"I. . . I knew there was. . . I didn't think that. . . about me. . . isn't there a law? My. . . I. . . my. . ."

Raven fainted.

A few minutes later, the empath opened her eyes to the sight of a blurry green face hovering over her. She blinked, and her vision cleared. "Beast Boy?"

"Are you alright? I thought that Cyborg had, like, killed you!!!!!!!"

Raven suddenly remembered what she had seen, and tried to quell the feelings of nausea that were gnawing at her stomach. "No, but I'll kill him," she muttered darkly.

"Sure you're okay?"

Raven nodded weakly. "I am, but the human race isn't. How can people be so. . . so. . ."

"Perverted?"

"Perverted. If I wasn't feeling so sick right now, I'd most likely compliment you on using a three-syllable word."

"Raven!"

"Sorry. I'm in a bad mood right now."

"I'm guessing it was about us. . . I only saw the title."

"Yes. You know what scares me? These people forget that we're fifteen. Fifteen! And superheroes! SUPERHEROES! Do they honestly think that fifteen year olds with special powers, especially me, would go around screwing each other?"

"Apparently, yeah, they do. Otherwise, there wouldn't be an R section on Fanfiction, or whatever that place is called."

"When I get a hold of Cyborg. . . If it was just regular erotica, I wouldn't mind quite so much. But it was about us! His team mates! His friends! I'm going to kill him."

"Erotica?"

"It's a fancy word for porn, Beast Boy."

". . . Oh. Can I help you kill him? I'm not exactly pleased with him myself."

"Of course."

"Alright, we'd better think of a plan. . ."

"After you," Robin said, holding open the door to the training room for Starfire. She beamed at him, went through, and was submerged in total darkness.

"Friend Robin?" Starfire asked softly, "where are the lights? The light switch is not in its usual place. . ."

"Oh!" Robin said, remembering as he walked in. "Cyborg installed a new lighting system two days ago. See, Star, Cyborg set it up so that the lights turn on and off when you clap your hands."

And so, Robin clapped his hands. Unfortunately for him, the first thing that he saw when the lights came on was Slade's face.

Robin shrieked, jumped backwards into Starfire, and fell on top of her. Quickly picking himself up, he ran right out of the door and down the hall. He was gone in a matter of milliseconds.

Starfire looked curiously at the Slade-dummy that Robin had constructed a while ago. Its features were perfect, almost lifelike.

Oh.

So that was what had scared him.

Starfire clapped her hands to turn off the lights, and rushed out of the door and down the hallway.

"Robin! Friend Robin, Slade is gone! It was only the sparring dummy that you constructed a few days ago with Beast Boy's help! You are not in danger."

Robin, after hearing Starfire's voice from inside of the cabinet beneath the sink in the Boy's bathroom, dared to creep out.

After he had left the bathroom, and had glanced around timidly like a fox emerging from his safe, warm den, Robin saw Starfire a little ways down the hall.

"It was just the dummy?" he squeaked.

Starfire turned, saw him, and nodded. "It was not really Slade. You have run away without your imagination, Friend Robin."

Robin laughed. "You mean, I've let my imagination run away with me? Yeah, I guess. . ."

"Do you wish to go back to the Gym for more training?"

"No, I think that sprint was enough of a workout for the week. . . I've never run so fast in my life! Come on, let's go watch TV."