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He reentered the room. They were still sitting in the same spots that they occupied two hours ago. The same pained expression was still fixed on his teammate's faces.

Raven had been murdered.

Well, it was certainly a surprise. Slade had returned shooting fireballs with a strange mark on his head; that was enough for a week wasn't it?

Shouldn't he be sitting in silent mourning with the rest of the team? There they were, Starfire, Cyborg, and Robin. And here he was pacing through the building, looking more like he had been shot up with some strange drug mixture that was blended from all of the seized powders that lay in the vault.

Anxious, he turned back out of the common room and marched back into the halls. Maybe it wasn't enough to know that it happened. Perhaps he should return to the scene of the crime, take it all in again, maybe that would stir up his senses.

His mind rejected the idea immediately. Snapping back to reality, he discovered that he had somehow wandered into Cyborg's room. There were probably some machines to play with in here, Cyborg wouldn't care at the moment; he would never care. Under appreciation was a gift they say. He certainly didn't think so.

None of the gadgets in the room held his interest like they usually did. The computer had turned into a boring trash receptacle of wasted (and wasteful) ideas. Pulling out the drawers of the file cabinet, he discovered an assortment of letters from various 'contacts' of Cyborg. Where was the thrill, the adrenaline rush of discovering something new about his friends? Always left in the dark about everything, he routinely broke into the server files now, soaking up all of the information that wasn't intended for him.

Defeated in his search for something to do, he turned around to leave the room, but something caught his eye. A little watch, resting on the floor in front of the oversized mirror. Initially nothing of interest could be discerned from it. But of course, as with any complex gadget, a well hidden power switch waited behind the cover. Always have to make things so complicated.

A set of dates replaced the timekeeper on the cover. Twisting the little knobs allowed him to adjust them. Everything was set carefully. The watch was set to approximately three days prior to these events. He had inferred it was a time machine/watch/whatever the hell the thing was supposed to be called. Now all that was left to do was see if it worked, and then everything could be set right again.

Fumbling for the activation switch, he found that he had to remove the cover again and then flip the power switch into the ready position. Stupid technology, wasting everyone's time.

No sooner than he thought that, Beast Boy felt his mind being ripped at its very seams, contorted and pulled through some sort of portal that just happened to form inside his head.

The world stopped.

Beast Boy's half alive body grimaced as his mind was reassembled. His vision slowly restored itself and focused. Starfire's concerned face hovered over him.

"Friend Beast Boy, are you alright?"

He was still incapable of making complete sentences, so the only response was a prolonged "Wha…?"

"You just suddenly passed out on the floor while playing the video games."

His eyes managed to move in their sockets, and he found the rest of the team looking at him with concern, including Raven. Success.

"Let me get you back to your room." Cyborg said, reaching out to lift him. Luckily for Beast Boy, his movement capabilities were restored at that exact second, and he was able to leap up and move to the couch.

"You are better now?" Starfire inquired.

He pasted his token smile on. "Of course, I was just getting into the heat of the moment and I just… well you know…"

"Heat of the moment?" Cyborg said with a laugh, "The game hadn't even started!"

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Robin asked, inspecting Beast Boy with his masked eyes.

"I'll be fine, I just need to go to my room and sort out some things," Beast Boy leapt up and bounded out the main door of the commons in a desperate dash for his room. That dash was successful; no one even attempted to stop him. Once inside, he first checked his wrist to make sure the watch was intact. It sat there, gleaming as always. He noticed something else on his wrist though. A temporary tattoo he remembered applying this very day. Wait a second, if he was in the past weren't there supposed to be two of him? That's what comic book laws say.

"Stop dwelling on these idiotic thoughts, you have more important stuff to do." He scolded himself out loud. Who could have done it? It certainly wasn't one of the Titans. But what villain would have the power to commit such an act so discreetly? Slade, yes, it had to be Slade. Then there was all of that stuff about a crazy prophecy though. So Slade killing her would be detrimental to his supposed ultimate goal.

An hour later, and still no results. Star and Cyborg had both come knocking, and he had shooed them away with precision he could have only learned from Raven. He let himself stay on the thought for a few seconds. She wasn't so bad once you knew her better, at least he didn't think so.

Wait, why was he thinking so much? Why was he desperately trying to discover these answers? The normal Beast Boy would have been with the rest of his team right now, basking in the cold reality of death. It was a fact of life he was always told, not meant to be tampered with. He turned the knobs on the watch back to his time period and prepared to press the button that would take him back home.

As if on cue, someone else rapped at his door. Aggravated, he stormed over, opened the door, and prepared to give his visitor an earful.

"I was just wondering…" Raven began, but the look on Beast Boy's face stopped her short. Actually, he looked like he was in some form of mood accelerator. Within the ten seconds she had been looking at him, his face had gone from a look of infuriation to a look of pure agony to an odd look of defiance and then back to an emotionless stare.

"Yes?" He asked in a monotone that would make Raven herself proud.

"It's just… nothing." She said, quickly turning to leave.

"No, you were going to say something, what was it?"

"You seemed different when you got back up after you had passed out. What happened exactly?"

A long pause followed. "I just kind of relaxed back and the next thing I knew I was passed out on the floor. There's not any secret meaning to it, it was just a random occurrence. Nope, nothing to worry about, it's just me." Beast Boy's voice cracked slightly at the end of the final sentence.

"I have a question to ask you." Raven said, her eyes checking both ends of the hallway, "I've been noticing several rather strange happenings inside and around my room as well as the tower. Do you know who's responsible, because it's really starting to agitate me."

Not the question he had been expecting. He choked on the words he was beginning to force out, and excused himself, shutting the door in Raven's face. Not the answer she had been expecting either.

Beast Boy stumbled to his bed, and fell in a kneeling position, his forehead resting on the side. He shouldn't be involved with this, there was no possible way he could figure out who killed her within the course of just three days. It was a useless expenditure of the energy he had left. What did he really expect to do about things anyway?

The shock from the incident finally wore off and his emotions hit him full force, crippling him. He realized he was mimicking the actions of his team, just sitting there frozen, tears pouring down his cheeks.

This was a mistake, all a mistake.

The watch was already set to go back, and without giving it much of a second thought, he pounded the activation switch. Except instead of acting as it was supposed to, the watch fizzled, the numbers randomized, and he was propelled on ahead to a destination he didn't desire.

The world did not stop.

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