Buahahahaha! It's the chapter you've all been waiting for! Decision time for Raven. Dun dun dunnnnn. Either that, or I'll just write a dramatic cliffhanger. Just to piss y'all off XD Well, nah. You guys gave me cookies and skittles. I must be nice.

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.

Beast Boy and Raven landed smoothly on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, the street lamp casting a pale glow on the two of them in the night. Beast Boy grinned as he opened the door, bowing low and pretending to usher Raven in. "After you, m'lady," he joked, putting on a deep voice that really didn't match his height very well. Raven rolled her eyes at his antics as she walked into the restaurant, glancing down at Beast Boy as she arched an eyebrow. "Just because we're on a date doesn't mean you're any funnier," she said, her voice revealing her mild amusement. "Eh heh," Beast Boy grin widened and he shrugged, walking into the restaurant after her. "Two for Beast Boy," he said to the waiter. The light, almost white-haired man nodded as he flipped through the book on the desk by him, then motioned for the two of them to follow him. "Right this way." Beast Boy tilted his head back to whisper to Raven, jerking his thumb towards the waiter. "Dude, check it out!" he whispered excitedly. "He's got an eye patch!" At this, Raven arched an eyebrow again. "Wow," she said, her voice tainted with mock interest, "he's just like a pirate." Beast Boy sent her a sideways glare, pretending to be annoyed. As they sat down at their table, Raven caught the waiter watching her intently through his one eye.

And it hit her.

Raven's dark eyes widened as she stared at the waiter, who smirked and walked back towards the front of the restaurant. Her gaze followed him, feeling her breath catch in her throat.

No way. He's stalking me now?

"Er, Raven? I know eye patches are cool, but they're not that cool."

Raven's head snapped back to face Beast Boy, who was looking a little confused. "Oh, sorry," she muttered, feeling her face flush as she sat down in the chair that Beast Boy had pulled out for her. "See, I can totally be a gentleman!" he grinned, pretending to flex his nonexistent muscles. Normally, Raven would have glared at him in annoyance, but now she just nodded her head distractedly. "Yeah," she mumbled, absentmindedly flipping through the menu. Beast Boy watched her carefully as he sat down across the table from her. "Raven, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Raven nodded as she set her menu back down on the table. "Yeah, I'm fine," she shrugged and offered him a tiny smile in hopes of convincing him. Instead, her smile just confused Beast Boy even more.

Dude, what's going on here? She was fine for a while, and suddenly, boom. All weird again. Ugh. Why can't girls just pick a mood and stick with it?

"Raven, how rae you doing with the whole Trigon thing?" he asked suddenly. Raven blinked once, slightly surprised as his choice of topic for conversation, and she shrugged again. "I don't know," she said quietly. "It's confusing, but it shouldn't take me too long to get everything all figured out." "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Beast Boy said with a small smile. "Will do," Raven muttered, looking back down at her menu.

Yeah, I like him. A lot. There's something there that I don't feel with the rest of them. Do I love him? I doubt it. But we've had our moments. Good ones, and bad ones.

Even so, there are things that I will probably never tell anyone. Even him.

I have to remember that he's always, ALWAYS, been there for me, ever since I've known him. When Malchior betrayed me, he was the first one there to comfort me. He's protected me and saved my life more times than I can count. Even with all the crap I give him, he's still the nicest person I know.

But if I told him what I did to Azarath, would he still like me? Would he still want to be friends with someone who could kill so many innocent people?

"I know you didn't want to talk about this," Beast Boy said quietly, interrupted her thoughts and the silence that had followed her words, "but whatever's going on with Slade, we'll find him and stop it. Promise. But you've got to be willing to tell us things." Raven's gaze remained glued to the menu as she read over the appetizers.

"What's he using to blackmail you?"

Raven's eyes darting up to look at the concerned face of Beast Boy, then slowly lowered back to the menu. I... I can tell him a bit. Just enough so he knows what's going on, but without knowing what happened. "Um, you know I'm not from Earth, right?" she asked, not tearing her gaze from the menu. "Yeah..." Beast Boy frowned a little with confusion as he watched her. What did that have to do with anything? "Well, um, a while ago..." Raven shrugged uneasily, folding her thin hands in her lap. "Slade went to Azarath and took some of the really important books from the library before Trigon destroyed it. Now Slade has the books, and if I don't help him, he'll destroy them, too." Beast Boy's eyes widened with surprise at Raven's words, and he felt a small surge of anger. "Trigon destroyed Azarath?" he asked, his voice wavering as it grew in volume slightly. "You're even considering ditching us for a couple of old books?"

I knew you liked books a lot, but come on, Raven! How could you even think about it?

Raven's eyes flashed angrily as she glared at him. "They aren't just books," she growled. "They're ancient pieces of literature. They have all of the history and ideas that made Azarath what it was." "They're moldy old pieces of paper!" Beast Boy cried, attracting the attention of some nearby customers. "You would seriously help Slade just for something to read for a few hours?" Raven stood up suddenly, knocking her chair over. "They're all that's left of Azarath, you idiot!" she shouted. "With those books, I could get my damn home back! And right now, you're making the decision pretty easy!" Her eyes glowed as a black circle spread out on the floor around her feet, and she sank into it. "Wait, Raven!" Beast Boy yelled, standing up and running over to her. "I'm sorry!"

But she was already gone.

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"Beast Boy? Friend?"

Beast Boy didn't move from his spot on his bed. The door slid open with a hiss as Starfire stepped in, cradling Silkie in her arms. "Would you like to join us for the watching of scary movies?" she asked hesitantly, tilting her head to one side. Beast Boy rolled over onto his side, facing the wall, and shook his head slightly. "Maybe later," he muttered softly. Starfire watched him silently, then ducked her head out of the room, looking at where Cyborg and Robin were waiting. She shook her head, and they sighed. Robin stepped inside the room, looking up at the top bunk where Beast Boy had curled up. "Beast Boy, we know you're upset about Raven," he said quietly. "We all are. But sitting around in your room isn't going to make her come running back. We'll find her, and we'll help her, and we'll beat Slade." Robin's words didn't even seem to reach Beast Boy. At the moment, he was off in his own little world.

I always thought she was different from Terra. I would have never thought she would leave us, ever. Especially not to help Slade.

God, I'm such an idiot. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have run off! Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? Yeah, she was considering betraying us for some nasty old piles of paper. But still! Those books were important to her? Why couldn't I just shut up for once and try to help her, instead of spazzing out?

My god, I'm stupid.

And now we've lost her, and it's all my fault.

I'm sorry, Raven. Wherever the hell you are. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to get mad, I didn't mean to shout, I didn't mean to ruin everything. I'm so, so sorry.

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"You don't have much of a life, do you?"

Raven arched an eyebrow as she looked at the suit that Slade had decided she ought to wear. Her arms and legs were covered in a thin, flexible metal, much like the kind Terra had worn. Thick black gloves ran up Raven's arms to her elbows, though were cut on the hands so that her fingers could poke through. Her body was covered in a black 'dress' type of outfit that fell to the ground, but had long slits on both sides that went up to her thighs. Slade's orange and black 'S' symbol had been placed on her chest. She really didn't look too pleased about having to wear it. "How many however-the-hell-old-you-are men sit around and make up outfits for girls to wear while they run around robbing banks?" Slade smirked behind his mask at Raven's words, reaching out to place one hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Trust me, my dear, you won't just be robbing banks."

Raven backed away from him, several strands of her violet falling in her face as she glared at him.

"Don't touch me, I will never trust you, and I'm not your dear." She stared at him angrily, folding her arms across her chest. Slade matched her position, staring down at her.

"Would you like to hear your first assignment?"

"I'm pretty sure I can guess what it is." Raven practically spat out the words as she turned, floating away from him. Suddenly she stopped, turning her head to look back at him. "Oh, and by the way, this had better not be one of those neurological suits like Terra's. It won't work on me."

Her dark eyes narrowed as she continued to walk away from him. The moment he was out of sight, she collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands.

What am I?