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A/N: T-Birds-AM, in the previous chapter, Raven is still having the dream when Robin first says her name. Then right before Robin repeated her name a third time, she woke up.

The titans shared second thoughts, which was one of the rare times they all agreed on anything.

The Mount Wyrmormr area was not as large as the team had imagined. After two days, they had already partaken in every activity the so-called vacation offered: canoeing, hiking, mountain climbing, and swimming, all of which were unsuccessful. Bee stings, blistering weather, and worst of all, boredom, filled the dwindling days.

Robin roved around their shelter, picking at loose chips of wood and flinging them like his Bird-a-rangs. Maybe we shouldn't have come here, he confessed, feeling homesick.

Slumped on the plain, Beast Boy chewed at the slivers of grass. He sighed, missing their beloved home himself. "MAN! There's nothing to do around here!" he grumbled. "So much for the vacation…"

Cyborg settled next to the T-Car, waxing its frame as he observed his desperate friends.

Even Starfire shared in their boredom; although, she persisted at remaining cheerful. "Friends, let us frolic in joy, please."

No one hinted at hearing her.

Despite the sun's beaming personality, nothing could shed light on this moment. Raven, whom had misplaced her book, retained a distance between herself and Beast Boy, occasionally shooting accusing glances at him.

Resting on a flat rock, she meditated, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos…"

"Maybe we should go home," blurted Robin, approaching the shelter to retrieve their belongings.

"No, Robin!" Starfire called, scampering toward him. "Please, let us stay. Perhaps our bad luck will end, yes?" She gazed at him with her green, pleading eyes and a trembling lip while Raven surveyed them.

Robin scratched his spiky hair and gave in almost by force. Glumness still conquered his emotions though despite the squealing of the gleeful alien. Starfire tossed herself onto Robin, squeezing him.

I've had enough, Raven decided, jutting her round chin as she resumed her meditation.

Cyborg snatched Robin aside when Starfire trotted out of earshot. "Yo, Rob, why couldn't you say 'No'?" Wouldn't you rather be back at the T-tower?

Lifting his shoulders, Robin nodded.

"Then why stay here, man?"

"I-I don't know. I mean, I couldn't say 'No' to her face…"

A sly grin spread infested Cyborg's face while he exchanged glances with Beast Boy. "I see how it is, Robin," Beast Boy chuckled, peering at where Starfire was nibbling on a wild berry. "You like her, don't ya?"

Robin felt like someone thumped a stick in his face. "NO, I DON'T!" When those words burst through Robin's mouth, he became motionless.

"Yes, you do! It's pretty obvious, man…" cut in Cyborg, leaning his arm on Beast Boy's shoulder. They were a team in this conversation.

When Robin failed to move, worry swept over their faces.

Beast Boy waved a gloved hand before his mask. "Robin? Hello? Anybody home?"

Blinking, Robin smacked Beast Boy's hand. "Stop that!" he scolded as the green boy yelped.

Beast Boy smirked and cautioned, "You can't run away from the truth…" He wagged a finger at Robin.

But what exactly is the truth? Robin wondered.

A frenzy of clothing flung from Raven's room, forming a ten-foot heap in the hallway.

Punching at the wall, Raven shouted, "WHERE IS IT! She felt like pulling her hair out.

Sifting through her belongings, Raven found a box – a box that held broken memories. Oh no…I don't want to look at this…GET AWAY! Flashes of Malchior, his betrayal, and her pain flooded back to Raven. Shoving the box away with as much force she could muster, Raven heard the accursed book rattle inside it. She grabbed her head. No…don't lose control.

She heard someone ask, "Raven? Are you okay?"

Peering at the door, Raven perceived Robin amid the mound of blue clothing. Flustered, she approached him. "Yeah," Raven reassured him. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure, 'cause you look redder than usual," Robin noticed. "Is there something you wanna talk about?"

"No. I just need some time alone."

Gaping at the shower of clothing before slouched in the hall, Robin said, "Well, can I at least help you put your clothes back?"

Gazing into her comrade's handsome face, the difficulty to refuse his proposition heightened. "Fine, but first, you need to help me find my book."

"You mean the one you were reading?"

"Precisely."

Crouching on his knees, Robin combed through the mass of garments. He somehow relished the idea of rummaging through Raven's belongings. After becoming accustomed with the silk of Raven's cloaks, Robin paused when he stroked a velvet box. Peeking over at Raven, whom was digging through her own pile, Robin creaked open the box and marveled a blue jewel that reflected the feeble light from the room.

"What are you doing?" spat Raven, dubiously eyeing him.

Startled, Robin's hands jiggled with the box. "I, uh, found this necklace in your clothes."

Swiping the relic from him, Raven clarified, "For your information: it's my necklace, and my mother gave it to me to help control my powers."

A puzzled Robin questioned, "So why don't you wear it?"

"I have worn it before, but after the battles, I guess it became damaged."

"It doesn't look like you're using your powers too much right now, so why not wear it?"

Blinking, Raven referred back to the gem, deliberating, until she reluctantly agreed. "But I've always struggled with putting on necklaces, so would you like to do it for me, Robin?"

Robin bobbed his head, retrieved the necklace, and stood with Raven's back toward him. Wrapping the thin chain around her neck, Robin attached it in the back. Then, a luscious scent of lilacs caressed his nose. It originated from Raven's violet hair, and he sniffed again as the fragrance empowered him.

Raven smells really pretty…

"Are you done yet?" Raven interrogated.

Retreating, Robin mumbled, "Erm, yeah," feeling his warm cheeks.

Ignoring the wondrous encounter, Robin crept over to the closet where Raven knelt. While scanning the mess for Raven's book, Robin felt his shoulders brush against his female friend, and a tingling feeling scampered around his arm. He stopped breathing for a second.

What's happening?

Feeling the pressure of Robin beside her, Raven's own breathing became laborious huffs. She even felt her temples moisten. Why am I feeling so awkward? Horrified, Raven was unaware of her hand covering Robin's. She rapidly drew her arm behind her back, aghast, as if she had just touched fire. Oddly enough, irresistible joy overruled Raven when she had felt the masked boy's hand; she felt safe…

Disappointed that Raven had stripped her hand from his, Robin's concerned face asked her, "Raven, is something wrong?"

"N-no," she stuttered, knowing her answer was false.

Robin insisted, "Come on, Raven. You can tell me." He moved closer.

Bending back, Raven stumbled onto something hard. Feeling her way, she felt an even surface interrupted by a bump in the center that gleamed with a purple hue. "I found it!" she exclaimed, holding out her book for Robin to see.

"That's good news," Robin flatly said, lifting her up. "I guess we should start putting your clothes back."

"Robin, you've helped me enough," thanked Raven, "so you can leave." She steered him toward the door in a hasty fashion.

Feeling rejected, Robin's futile defiance only enraged Raven, so he slumped out of her room. Raven leaned against the wall.

Wow, what a day.

Levitating her clothes into the closet, she wondered about Ruth as she held her book.