Disclaimer: I-

Beast Boy: Can I do the disclaimer?

Me: Why? You're in the story!

Beast Boy: I know that. I just wanna do the disclaimer.

Me: I'll let Raven do the disclaimer 'cause this chapter's mostly about, you, Blyrric, and Patcheye Swiftail.

Beast Boy: Well, ok, if the chapter's mostly about me…walks away

Raven: So, I get to do the disclaimer?

Me: Yeah.

Raven: Cool. Anyway, Wolf-blades-wings doesn't own Teen Titans.

Me: Or a giant dragon trapped in an ancient book.

Raven: You mean Malchior?

Me: Um…yes?

Raven: Whatever. Just get on with the story.

Me: Ok!

Chapter Six: Realizations

Beast Boy was on the roof, thinking about Raven. Does she like me? Why do I like her? I know! I'll make a list of all the reasons I like her, then 'accidently' leave in front of her door. It's so simple, yet so meaningful.

Beast Boy went to his room about five minutes later. (A/N: Hey! It's a big Tower!) After he wrote it down, this is what it looked like:

She's smart

She's the most beautiful girl I've ever had the chance to meet

She's a complete mystery to me.

She has a good sense of humor. (Even though I'm usually on the reciveing end.

Her name is Raven.

Beast Boy, satisfied with his work, made the last adjustment.

-From, BB.

He slipped it under the door and knocked. Then, he turned into a fly. Raven answered, picked up the paper, and went back inside. Beast Boy followed her.

"I wonder what this is," she said. She started to read it. "He- oh my-" She put down the paper for a second. "He thinks I'm beautiful?" She contiued to read it. She read it again and and again, but it still said –From, BB. Raven clutched the paper close to her heart. Beast Boy, so thrilled he forgot about being a fly, changed back with a thud.

Raven heard a crash and turned. There was a green changeling in a heap on the ground. Raven got down to his level. "Why did you write this?" she asked him.

"Um, well, uh, you see, that's," he started, "Exactly. How. I. Feel. About you." Raven smiled. She hugged Beast Boy, much like in 'Spellbound'.

She pulled back. "You wouldn't do what Malchior did to me, would you?"

"Break your heart? Never."

"No, I-I mean…lie to me."

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Why would I do that? It would only break my own heart."

She embraced him again. "Beast Boy," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

She hugged him tighter. "Thank you. For being everything you are today."

He hugged her back. "You're welcome, Raven."

Blyrric managed to get the pebble today. "I got it, Patcheye! I got it!"

"Very good," said the old wolf. Yes, very good indeed. "Blyrric, try making the pebble change color."

Blyrric placed a paw on his pebble. "I shall try." He thought about it turning green. He felt his paw tingle. He lifted it. The rock (and his paw pads) was green.

"I almost got it."

"That's okay. That was supposed to happen." He walked over to Blyrric. "Your transformation is complete. You have your magic powers."

"Great! Now, I can go home." Blyrric was ready to leave, when a cage with pink lasers surrounded him.

Patcheye smirked. "Who said you're going home?"

Blyrric was shocked! "Patcheye, wh-why?"

"Beacause, you stupid pup, you are the Plasura, son of Darkstorm Blackpaw, the strongest winged wolf ever to live. He took my powers because I worked for humans. He gave them to you, so you would be twice as strong. Now, I will take back what is rightfully mine!" He approached the cage,

"Not just yet, Agent Wolf," said a voice.

"Ah, Master Slade. I knew you'd make it. The Plasura has completed his transformation."

"Good, good," said Slade.

"SLADE!" Blyrric hissed. "I should have known."

"Well, well, a talking puppy dog. What are you going to do? Call the Teen Titans?"

Blyrric gave him an evil smile. "That's exactly what I'm going to do." He let out a long, mournful howl, loud enough to be heard in Jump City.

Well, what do you think? It's longer, and has more BB/Rae fluff, but it's not over yet!

- Wolf-blades-wings