Hm. Cannot think of anything to put up here. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans in any shape, way, or form. This story, however, is totally pwned by me. Because I just rock like that.

What was he doing here?

Raven's dark eyes widened as she struggled to pull away from Slade, who had stepped out of the shadows in the corner of her room. "Get away from me," she hissed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Slade taunted, his eye narrowing slightly. "You have one day left, Raven. The choice is yours. You know where to find me once you've decided." He let go of her wrists, then turned and pressed the button next to the door, racing out into the hall. Raven could only stand there, stunned, before she wrapped her arms around herself, one hand on the opposite arm as she fell to her knees. She merely sat there, trembling, tears running down her face.

I don't want to help him! But if I don't, I'll lose Azarath all over again. If I do, I'll lose my friends forever.

She slowly stood up, her eyes glued to the ground, as she walked over to the door, slowly shutting it. "I don't want to," she muttered softly to herself, reaching up with one hand to massage her forehead. She leaned her back against the door, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor.

If I help him, I could rebuild Azarath. Make it as beautiful and amazing as it used to be. And I could help so many people.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

Raven's eyes narrowed as she stood back up, reaching back to pull her hood up over her head before she slid the door open a few inches. A short green boy stood there, looking rather apologetic. "Sorry for talking about you," he said quietly. "We're just worried." He smiled a little at her as Raven's expression softened, and her gaze dropped to the ground. "So, uh, I was thinking," Beast Boy began, appearing to be trying to form the words in his mind and trying to get them out as words, but failing miserably. "The whole, er, date, outing, thingy... how about dinner later? There's this really cool restaurant that just opened up that I think might be really neat, and, um, yeah. Is that okay?" A faint red flush blew across Beast Boy's face, and Raven had to arch an eyebrow in amusement. "Sounds fine." "Great!" Beast Boy grinned widely, looking perhaps a bit too relieved. "So I'll just-" he broke off as he realized Raven had shut the door. "I'll just... er... yeah. I'll be back later. Or something." He let out a small, quiet groan as he turned on his heel, setting off down the hall. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

Inside her room, Raven had taped a mental 'kick-me' note on her back, and was repeatedly following its directions.

Not literally, of course.

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Beast Boy stood in front of the mirror in his room, glaring at his reflection.

Okay, Gar. This is big. This is major. This is important. This is... er... dammit. I need a dictionary. Anyway, it's a big deal. So do NOT screw it up. If you do, I'll... crap, why am I talking to myself? I must have gone crazy.

He let out a small groan as he ran his fingers through his short, spiked green hair. "Okay. I can do this. It's just a date. Just a date. Just a date with Raven, of all people. Just a date that, if I screw up, will not only potentially ruin our friendship and cause her to absolutely hate me more than she probably already does, but will also destroy any chances of us ever being more than just friends. No pressure."

With another groan, he fell back onto the bottom bunk, and hit his head on the wall.

"Ow."

He closed his bright eyes for a moment, then opened them again. Okay... I asked her out. Check. She accepted. Check. I thought of a place. Check. I asked her out. Check. I made reservations. Check. I asked her out. Check. I'm actually still alive. He glanced down at himself, then nodded. Check. Unless this is some weird dimension that Raven kicked my ass to and I just imagined this whole thing and right now they're having my funeral back in Living People Land.

... What the hell? 'Living People Land'?

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Beast Boy sat up and shook his head. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall. Half an hour until they were supposed to leave. Since the restaurant wasn't rediculously fancy, he hadn't bothered to dress up at all. He didn't like suits, and he knew Raven didn't like dresses. So yeah. No fancy stuff.

Blowing out a breath through his lips like a horse, he stood up, pacing nervously around the room. No, not nervously. When you're nervous, you're scared. He was more of anxious. Anxious was excited.

Oh, who was he trying to kid? He was more terrified than a four-year-old who was afraid of clowns at a three-ring circus.

And that was pretty terrifying.

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"So where are you two off to?"

Beast Boy and Raven froze as a familiar voice sounded off behind them. They turned to see Robin standing there, looking mildly confused. "Uh, we're, um," Beast Boy stuttered, looking quite mortified. "I mean, we're not, er-" he clamped his mouth shut as Raven sharply elbowed him, then looked back at Robin. "We're going out for a final sweep of the city, make sure everything's okay." The lie slipped rather easily off her tongue. A bit too easily, Beast Boy thought suspiciously. Like she had a lot of practice. Deciding the subject wasn't worth his attention, Beast Boy nodded quickly, reaching up to scratch his head in embarrassment. Robin gave the distinct impression of raising an eyebrow, but he shrugged. "Okay." He shrugged, watching the two go. After they had taken several steps, Robin reached out and grabbed Beast Boy by the arm, clamping one gloved hand over his mouth. He pulled him back, leaning forward to mutter quietly to him.

"Keep an eye on her."

Beast Boy's eyes widened as Robin let go of him, and he gave his friend and leader and odd look. Robin's eyes narrowed, and Beast Boy gulped before nodding and running after Raven, who had floated off down the hall. Once he had caught up with her, Raven stopped, turning to look at him.

"You all don't trust me, do you?"

Beast Boy blinked once with surprise at Raven's words, and his gaze dropped to the floor. "Er, well, it's not that we don't trust you," he mumbled. "We just... we just don't want anything to happen." Raven glared at him for a moment for she continued to float down the hall. "What does he have that you want?" Beast Boy asked, trotting alongside her. Raven's eyes narrowed under her hood, and she stopped, whirling around to glare at him again. "It's none of your business," she hissed, then sighed as she reached up to massage her temple. "Sorry. I don't mean to be such a jerk. Let's just not talk about it, please?" Beast Boy watched her silently for a moment before he nodded, then smiled a little as he entertwined his hand with hers. "Sure," he said softly. Raven's dark eyes traveled to their hands, a faint blush spreading across her pale face, and she returned his smile with a small, shy one of her own as they reached the roof.

Moments later, she had transformed into a large black raven and Beast Boy into a hawk as they flew away from the Tower.