Alas... the eighth and final chapter is here! I'm keeping my promise and updating on my birthday before the new episodes start tomorrow night, just as I said I would. So now my profile is more outdated than it was before, and I can't figure out how to make the edit thing work so I can put in current information... anyways, so I hope you like the way the story turns out and all... I hope this brings at least one smile and/or laugh on your face.

Claiming of the dis: The story is mine. The idea for it is mine. The characters are not mine. Now... on to... the end...

Chapter 8- The Return

And by now, you, oh lovely reader of this story, are probably wondering why the non-real Beast Boy has not tried (and failed) to use 'his' powers yet.

The reason is because 'Beast Boy' did not try to use the shapeshifting powers that 'he' supposedly had until the fine moment of 9:12 AM of the following day.

"Dude, you guys! Something's wrong with my powers!" A cry rang out as the Titans stopped whatever little training they were doing and went over to the maiden in distress. They had waited for this moment for the past twelve minutes, having expected that it would have come eleven minutes before and therefore weren't doing much in the way of training because they knew that it would only end up being interrupted.

"What do you mean, Beast Boy?" Robin asked, pretending he didn't know anything and hoping that this predicament would bring everyone one step closer to bringing back the real Raven.

"I was trying to morph and stuff and I just can't anymore! Help!" The purple-haired teen exclaimed.

The real Beast Boy walked over to Raven, cloak dragging on the ground behind him. He stopped when he was right next to her. A moment later the cloak stopped moving. He waited for the silence. Once it came, he whispered in her ear.

"Here's an idea for you. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Say it. Say it now."

"What? Why do I need to say your words?"

Beast Boy, to say the least, was really getting tired of Raven acting like him. He was tired of the way she tried to act like him. Tired of all of her misconceptions of him. Tired of the rudeness she showed toward him. And basically, he was just plain tired in general. He just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before she got hit on the head. It was almost two days since she woke up from the battle and he had quickly lost what little patience he had. He didn't care if he was acting out-of-character of Raven because he wasn't actually Raven. He was Beast Boy, and he wanted her to know it.

"Just say them. Now. Or I will remove the hood of my cloak and unleash a world of chaos upon you so evil that you will pee your leotard to the extent that it would never be clean ever, ever again."

Gulp. Blink. Sweatdrop. Gulp. Tremble. Quiver. Blink. Repeat sequence three times, one for each of the other Titans. I say this for that the glare on Beast Boy's face was so horrifying and so menacing that it made Slade rise from the dead.

The punching bag towards the distant side of the room began to glow black and white. Oh, did it glow black and white all right. The five Titans stared at it while it hung there and stayed black and white for a fine 2.7349 minutes.

And only 2.7349 minutes, for that when it became 2.7350 minutes, the said punching bag externally combusted, sending semi-large chunks of heavy padding about the room like the grand finale of the Fourth of July fireworks.

Followed by silence, of course.

"It wasn't me," The real Beast Boy confirmed, turning to look at the real Raven.

She looked back at him. There was something different about the expression on her face compared to the one a few minutes before. A look into her eyes showed Beast Boy a state of confusion and fear held within.

"B…Beast Boy…? What happened?" Her voice quavered for a moment as she stared at the green boy.

His eyes widened for a moment before he forced himself into a grin.

"Raven… you're back!" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean… back? And why are you wearing my clothes?"

The other Titans looked at each other, relieved. Their friend was back to her normal self.

"It's a long story…" He went and embraced her in a tight hug, "I'm so glad you're back!" He then quickly backed away and blushed.

"Um…" Raven raised an eyebrow at him, "WHY did you stuff yourself?"

"To make a long story short, you got hit in the head and thought you were me and took over my room and my clothes and thought I was you and kicked me out of my room and told me to stop dressing like you so I was forced to dress like you and then you came back," He answered rapidly.

"Slow down. Please."

He told her again slowly. Once he was finished she looked down and saw that she was very much indeed wearing Beast Boy's outfit.

"That is really, REALLY, creepy. Um, can I please get out of this? Now?" She looked at the rest of the Titans.

"Sure. Go on right ahead." Robin stated, "It's good to have you back, Raven."

Beast Boy watched as she left the room and then turned to the others.

"Mind if I go too? I don't want her to kill me for wearing this any longer than I had to. Plus, I want to talk to her about this."

"PLEASE go. You're giving us disturbing thoughts and scarring mental images." Robin replied.

"Yeah dude, no guy should be showing that much skin down there," Cyborg added.

Beast Boy nodded and then headed out the gym doors.

Swish.

Raven's doors slid open. She walked into the room and closed them behind her. The room seemed to be unnaturally brighter than normal that day. She wondered if it was perhaps because she hadn't been in the room the past two days.

She immediately spotted the tangled mountain of sheets upon her bed. She walked over to the bed and then noticed his clothes, belt, gloves, and shoes on the floor. And after that, she noticed her Poe book on the dresser open to somewhere in the middle of "The Fall of the House of Usher."

"He was in my room. He was in my bed. He was in my books. He was in my clothes." She bitterly remarked as she went about the room.

"He was in my life."

Raven looked at her bed. The covers were a mess. She wondered how they could get so tangled in only two nights, and while thinking about it, she went and straightened them out using her powers. It was bad enough that she had dressed like Beast Boy and attempted to act like Beast Boy. The last thing she wanted was to smell like Beast Boy.

After fixing her sheets, Raven walked over to her closet, opened it, and took out one of her outfits. She then went back to the bed and laid them down on it. She sat down and began to take off his shoes. She set them aside on the floor. She took off the gloves and then the belt and set them next to her on the bed. Getting out of the incredibly small and incredibly tight spandex outfit she had somehow managed to get herself into was going to be the hard part.

After several minutes of attempting to take it off without damaging it, she heard a small ripping sound from behind her. She felt a tear forming in the back and knew that she would have to owe him a new outfit. After taking the rest off she realized that she was wearing a pair of fuchsia and green boxers. Raven blushed brightly as an innocent object succumbed to her almighty powers. She looked over and saw that one of her larger candles had melted into a big gob of wax and no longer resembled a candle.

While she finished changing back into her traditional outfit, her mind constantly wandered back to the question of whether he was wearing her undergarments as well. She shuddered at the thought. If that was the case, then they both owed each other clothes, for Raven surely did not want her underwear back after Beast Boy had been in it.

Raven sat down on her bed after putting on her cloak and gave a sigh of relief. She was glad to be back to normal and back in her outfit. She hoped that her rudeness towards him within the past two days would not harm whatever friendship they had. It wasn't that close of a friendship, for that it mainly consisted of him trying to get her to open up and show some emotions now and then and her constantly making fun of him for whatever silly things he happened to do in her presence. Still, no matter how distant of a friendship, he was one of the few friends she had, and she didn't want things to get worse.

Her mind wandered to something Cyborg had said the previous day about Beast Boy liking her. She wasn't sure what to think of this, but at the same time she felt a little relieved by it. Raven figured that whether he liked her or not, Beast Boy would understand that she wasn't all there when she acted so rudely toward him. She looked down at the clothes on the floor and blushed. She had started to think that maybe she did indeed like him when a knock at her door interrupted her thoughts.

"Who is it?" She requested as she got up and went about the room, trying to straighten it up to the way it was two days before.

"It's me. Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you," Beast Boy's voice replied from the other side of her door.

"Sure. Seeing as how you've been in here before…"

The door opened and he walked in. He was still wearing her clothes, so she figured that he hadn't made a visit to his room yet.

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice the past two days. A certain someone had banished me from my quarters and sent me here," He stated. The door swished behind him as he made his way toward the girl.

Raven, after prying the hard chunk of melted candle off of her dresser, picked it up and held it in her now gloveless hands.

"Having problems with your powers, Raven? Cause I know that candle wasn't like that last night…" He asked, eyeing the candle.

"No… no problems here..." She said a little uneasily. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She set the hardened gob back down on the dresser and walked over to the pile of his clothes on the floor.

"Um… here are your clothes. I kind of owe you a new outfit and a pair of boxers... I kind of ripped your outfit... it was a bit tight on me." She told him while picking up the items of damaged clothing and showing them to him.

"And what about the boxers? What's wrong with them?"

"Well... um... I wore them..."

He blushed so brightly he turned brown. She had worn his boxers. She really had thought she was he, all the way down to his boxers.

"They're… um… stretched out… yeah…" She finished uneasily, blushing.

Beast Boy looked up at her from his spot on the bed. He could tell there was something troubling her about this whole thing. He didn't know if it was something in specific or the whole thing, but whatever it was, it had seemed as if Timid was doing the talking.

"Oh… ok… well if it makes you feel any better, I didn't wear your undies…" He figured she was embarrassed with wearing his boxers and knew that if he had dared wear her briefs that she would have ground him to a pulp. She looked at him while setting the clothes down on the floor and smirked.

"But I know you're wearing one of my bras." She retorted. He blushed again. He couldn't resist when he found them earlier that morning, so he spent at least ten minutes putting it on and stuffing it, all while being a lovely shade of brown in the face at the same time.

"I couldn't resist. Plus, you probably would have yelled at me for being flat if I didn't…" He replied. She frowned and walked over to the bed. He watched her as she sat down next to him. She didn't look at him at all but instead hung her head down and played with the clumps of gelled violet hair that fell forward.

"Beast Boy… was I really that bad when I was you? Did I really act so mean to you that I forced you out of my room and had an attitude with you?"

He nodded solemnly. She caught his nod out of the corner of her eye while continuing to play with her hair.

"You really don't remember anything that happened?" He asked.

"There's a few things I remember, but most of it I don't remember," Raven replied. "And about the attitude I had… I'm sorry about being so rude to you. Truthfully… you're not nearly as rude to me as I was to you these past two days."

"Yeah. Well don't worry about it too much. I guess you could say you weren't all well in the head then..." He smiled. Her facial expression did not change from his comment. It was still somber and melancholy.

"There's something that I remember… it's been on my mind since not long before you came in here… I want to know if what Cyborg said yesterday was true… he was telling me something about not letting Raven know that I 'had something for her'… so, does this mean that you... like me? Or was Cyborg just being stupid?"

He, having been Raven at the time, hadn't heard the actual conversation between her and Cyborg, but still knew the truth. He also remembered the conversation he had with the other Titans where Cyborg told him that he told Raven the truth. A little afraid of how she was going to react, he answered nervously.

"For a while now… yes I have… liked you…" He stammered. She turned to look at him and blushed. He saw the blush clearly on her face for that her hood was not on. Another candle melted and she looked to see which of her collection was the victim.

Raven sighed. It was not sad or happy. It was somewhere in-between. And then, she looked back at him with a glance on her face as if he were a little queer.

"If you weren't dressed like me I might have gone so far as to hug you… but you're just plain creepy right now." She told him.

Beast Boy looked down. He had forgotten about her outfit. He then grinned a grin so goofy and ridiculous that it killed off Slade again. Because if Beast Boy is going to spend more time with Raven, then maybe, someday, she will have an electronic device in her room.

"Really, now? A hug? Well you already gave me a hug some time ago, so I owe you one," He stated before embracing her in a tight squeezy hug.

"I'm being hugged by a cross-dressing, shapeshifting teenage boy with green skin, pointy ears, and an obsession with television, video games, and tofu…"

He let go of her and smiled. Judging by the tone of her voice, she seemed to be back to her normal self.

"…And I don't mind."

Well… almost back to normal.

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Until I post something else (who knows how soon that will be), ta ta for now!