My Eyes
By Satu
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Apparently we're not allowed to reply to reviews anymore (pouts). As soon as this stupid rule is lifted then I'll respond again. But until then I just want you to know that I'm reading your reviews and loving (most) of the things I'm reading. I love you all.
AN. The next morning. Beast Boy IS in Raven's room, on Raven's bed. He is on the left side, she is on the right. Just making sure you remember. I don't own Teen Titans, but if the owners want to sell it to me I have (loud shouting) a piece of chalk, a TAS hat and a napkin.
Dedication: To ShadowKnux. A brilliant author who also gave me this Beast Boy plushie (hugs plushie), let me hug Beast Boy (before Raven found out) and has loaned me Beast Boy for the day :D This one's for you ShadowKnux, thanks for a great read and all the Beast Boy stuff.
Answers to Poll!
I say: Stephen King, the master of all dark and sinister. He's much scarier.
My sister says: Stephen King even though he's mega boring (Satu: She knows nothing of the ways of Stephen King. Ignorant person)
Chapter Nine
Beast Boy rolled over on the soft, warm bed. He kept his eyes closed, wishing to go back to sleep. He rolled over again and connected with another person, lying next to him. He tentatively put one hand out and it connected with a hip. He frowned and slid his hand up. It dipped in a waist, then rose up again when it came to the ribs. His searching fingers felt the smooth silky feeling of cloth. He slid it down again and it touched soft bare skin.
"Raven?" he asked softly, all memory of yesterday flying out of his head. A soft sigh answered him and his stomach coiled into a knot.
I didn't, he thought. I wouldn't.
Raven sighed again and nestled closer to him. One hand pressed gently on his chest.
"Oh dear god," he said aloud. His instinct kicked in and he wrapped one arm around her, pulling her closer. He kissed the top of her head lightly, his eyes still closed.
This is bad, he thought. This is very bad. She's going to kill me. He rubbed her shoulder gently and thought about what she was going to do. Well, she's going to blast off my limbs, then heal them back on. She'll do that a few times. Then, when she's done, she'll do what any good person who's been violated does. She'll slap me. Except, because she's a demon, it'll take my head off. The young woman in his arms stirred. He kept his eyes shut tight and started breathing deeply.
"Beast Boy?" she asked. He didn't answer. "Are you awake?" She nudged him.
She's in on it! I'm not going to die!
"Wake up." He jerked and turned towards her, his eyes still closed.
"Yeah."
"How are you feeling?"
"Very confused."
"I knew it." She laughed and hit a hand on his chest lightly. "You've forgotten, haven't you?"
"Yeah," he admitted, blushing.
"It's alright, I'm not going to kill you. We had an agreement."
"About what?"
"You could sleep in my room because you wanted the first thing you saw to be me. It's quite sweet actually."
"Oh," he said slowly, the memories flooding back. "I remember." He smiled. Then his smile fell. "I still can't see though."
"Beast Boy," Raven said, her strained voice making it obvious she was suppressing laughter. "You haven't opened your eyes."
"Oh," he said again, blushing. He opened his eyes slowly. A blurry mass of purple faced him, laced with black. He blinked and shook his head. A patch of pale grey with large, dark purple dots in the middle and a violet fringing moved.
"Are you ok?" Raven's voice came from the patch. He blinked and shook his head again. The image cleared slightly, but it was still blurry. He could see the basic outline of everything in the room. A whole corner was wreathed in shadow and he couldn't make out the details of anything. "Beast Boy." He blinked and the image cleared even more. He could see the faint lines on Raven's face as she frowned. Her entire face was in focus, but the rest of the room was still blurry.
"Rae," he said softly and stroked her cheek. She stared at him, confused.
"Yes. What's going on?" She frowned. He blinked again and the image sharpened into complete focus.
"I can see you" he said. Her eyes widened and a smile spread slowly across her face.
"Really?"
"Yes." He stroked her cheek again.
"How many fingers?" she asked, holding up four thin grey fingers. He laughed.
"Four." He ruffled her hair.
"Oh my god." Her smile widened and she wrapped her arms around him. "You're better." She rubbed her head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, his eyes open to their fullest extent. He gazed around the room, taking in the dark wallpaper, the numerous bookcases and the slightly messed bed. He tightened his grip on her.
"I knew I should spend as much time with you as possible," he said. She made a small noise of curiosity, obviously not bothering to put it into words. "The first thing I've seen in days is the most important thing in this Tower." She looked up, saw his sincere face and blushed.
"That's sweet. When did you become so mature?"
"When I morphed into that tiger, I think that's when the process began." He smiled. "It's so good to see." He stared around the room.
She nestled her head back on his chest, the smile on her face refusing to leave. He stroked her hair, still staring around the room. He took a small section of her hair and twined it around his fingers, staring at it closely.
"I don't believe it," he said finally.
"You don't believe what?" she asked, the movement of her head limited by his hold on her hair.
"Your hair is so shiny close up."
She blushed. "Thanks." She jerked her head slightly and her hair slid through his fingers. There was a pause.
"Stand up," he suddenly commanded.
"What?" She looked up at him. He was smiling down at her, a twinkle in his eyes.
"You heard me Rae, stand up."
"Why?"
"Stop asking questions and just do it, woman," he said, laughing. He let her go and gestured with his hands.
"Alright." She sat up and gracefully put her feet on the floor. The carpet was soft under her bare feet and a chilly breeze blew over her ankles. She threw a look back to him. "Can I get my cloak first?" she asked, now getting the gist of his plan.
"That would ruin the point," he said, smiling. "Come on."
She sighed, stood up and turned to face him. One leg bent forward naturally as the other took her weight. She crossed her arms over her stomach, aware of how her curves showed without her cloak and belt. She felt very exposed without them. He propped himself up on his elbows, much as he had the night he went blind, and stared at her. His gaze started at her face and travelled slowly down. It burnt her like an ember and she blushed. Her arms uncrossed and she put her hands behind her neck, ready to pull up her hood, before remembering she wasn't wearing her cloak. He looked down her body until her reached her bare feet, then started to gaze back up again. She blushed again when he reached her stomach and chest area. He looked back into her face and smiled.
"You're really pretty without your cloak. You should go without if more often."
"No thanks," she said, crossing her arms again. She practically dove back into the bed and pulled the covers over her. He laughed.
"I never knew you were body-shy," he said teasingly.
"Shut up," she said, smiling.
"I'm not," he said, as though confirming that fact.
"I know," she said. "You wear spandex."
"Hey man! Spandex is my life."
"It could be pretty embarrassing if you had a little accident," she said. He raised an eyebrow.
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning –" She trailed off, but shot a meaningful glance to his purple shorts.
"Oh," he said loudly, then blushed. "Raven. I'm shocked."
"I'm just saying," she said. "It happens."
"Not to me it doesn't," he said, his face still a mix of red and green.
"You look like a tomato," she said, then cracked up. He sat there bewildered as she laughed, beating her fists gently on his chest. His blush died away though, so when she next looked up he was back to a smooth emerald.
"What time is it?" he asked suddenly. She looked over to her alarm cloak.
"8:50," she said. "We should get downstairs if we want anything to eat."
"Alright," he said, looking slightly downcast.
"We have to tell them you're better," she reminded. "Cyborg will be happy."
"Why?"
"He can finally beat someone on GameStation."
"Hey." He pouted. "That's not fair."
"You're right, I'm sorry." She kissed him on the cheek. "Just let me get my cloak."
She sat up and he ran his eyes over her curves. The gradual dip of her waist and the slow widening of her hips. He smiled. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, before walking around the bed to get her cloak, boots and belt. His eyes greedily took in the outline of her body, before looking away, blushing. There was a rustle and slight click. He turned around and saw her sit down on the bed, bent down so her head was between her knees. She pulled on her boots and stood up, swinging her cloak around her shoulders so it fanned out, giving him one last glimpse of her waist. It settled around her and she turned halfway around, her head rotating the rest of the way.
"You coming?" she asked, before levitating off the floor and floating over to the door. When she got there she turned around and stared at him, her head tilted. He looked down at himself. The dark purple sheet was wound around one leg, the rest of his body free.
"One second," he said, pulling his leg. It came free with a jolt and he fell back. Raven put one hand over her mouth and giggled. He sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed, standing up with a smile.
"Come on then," she said, turning back to the door and pressing the button.
The door opened and he ran forward, throwing his arms around her waist. She laughed and levitated higher, lifting him off the floor. He kicked his legs before hooking them around her knees. She shook her head slightly and flew quickly down the hallway, following a zigzag pattern to throw him off. He responded by turning into a snake and twining around her body. He rested his head on her belly button and smiled at her. She looked down, stifled a laugh and flew through the open door, into the kitchen.
Robin, Starfire and Cyborg were shovelling food into their mouths, stopping instantly when they saw Raven, laughing, flying into the room with a green snake wound around her legs.
"Friends," Starfire said, breaking the silence. "What is Beast Boy doing around Raven?"
"I think we'd all like to know that," Robin said, eyeing the pair of heroes.
"Well," Raven said, blushing. She pulled up her hood and took a deep breath. Beast Boy dropped off her legs and morphed back into himself, his head and his shoulder brushing underher cloak.
"You see," he said, smiling at them. "I've got my sight back." There was a moment silence as he watched wide smiles spread over his friends faces.
"Really?" Cyborg asked.
"That is wondrous," Starfire said, raising into the air and twirling around.
"You can come back on missions," Robin said. It was obviously the best compliment he could come up with. Raven smiled and floated serenely into the kitchen. Beast Boy tried to follow her but his fellow team-mates jumped on him. Robin patted him on the back, Cyborg gave him a quick hug and Starfire slaughtered Cyborgs hug by nearly breaking all the bones in Beast Boy's body.
"Ak," he managed to choke out.
"What was that newly healed friend Beast Boy?" Starfire said in her overenthusiastic way. She loosened the grip around his lungs.
"Can't…breath…" he gasped. "Need…air…"
"Oh yes." She let him go with a joyful smile. "Robin has told me I need to 'tone down' my hugs. Is that correct?" She cast a questioning look at Robin, who smiled and nodded.
"How d'ya do it B?" Cy asked, one of his hands dwarfing Beast Boy's shoulder.
"Um…" Beast Boy blushed. "Rae healed me." He looked down at the floor, casting a short, desperate glance at the kitchen.
"Well done Raven. It's about time." Cy tilted his head to one side and smiled. "I asked her to heal you first day, but she didn't want to risk it."
"She didn't want to this time either," Beast Boy said, looking back up. "But I knew she could."
"Does that explain why your room was empty?" Robin asked, frowning slightly now.
"Um…" Beast Boy blushed again. "I wanted the first thing I saw to be her. And it was."
"You and Raven are both underage," Robin said. "You shouldn't be sleeping together."
"We weren't sleeping together. We were sharing a bed. Teens do it at slumber parties all the time." Beast Boy was shocked. Robin thought he and Raven were...uh...sharing things. "I've got to go." He shrugged off Cyborg's hand and strode purposefully into the kitchen. Raven was standing there, her back to him, a pillar of steam rising over one shoulder, her spine rigid.
"I don't believe it," she said softly.
"You heard then," he said, desperately hoping she hadn't. Her head jerked in a short nod. He sighed and walked up behind her. She was standing in front of the counter, her hands positioned around a cup of strange coloured tea. Her head was down.
"I can't believe he said that," she said. She let go of the cup and whirled around, her nose brushing his. There were tears in her eyes.
"I know," he said and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She started to cry silently, her thin frame shaking in his arms. She buried her face into his shoulder, her hands twining under his arms to grip his shoulders. "I set him straight, don't worry." He kissed the top of her head lightly.
Her mind was reeling with disbelief. Her friend, someone she had trusted, thought she was having sex. She was only 14, she wasn't even thinking about it yet. She knew she couldn't say the same for Beast Boy, but he hadn't tried anything. He hadn't touched her, he hadn't forced himself on her. He had been the perfect gentlemen, the only exception when he asked her to stand up. And even that was so he could see her properly for the first time in days.
"Shh," he whispered to her, stroking her hair softly. "It's ok."
"No it's not," she said through her sobs, shaking her head slightly. "He doesn't trust us Beast Boy. Don't you see that?"
"Of course I do," he said softly, kissing her on the head. "But listen."
She swallowed the sobs building in her throat and listened hard.
"Man," Cyborg said. "That's not cool."
"It was not proper to imply those things," Starfire said.
"But they're underage," Robin protested weakly.
"It's their choice," Cyborg said. "Besides, you don't even know if they did anything."
"Teenagers of opposite genders do not share a bed without doing anything," Robin said. "It's common knowledge."
"If B says they didn't do anything, I believe him," Cyborg said loudly. "I didn't get where I am by not trusting people."
"I'm the leader, I'm supposed to look after everyone on the team. I can't have a pregnant telepath. It'll slow the team down."
Raven gasped slightly and gripped Beast Boy tighter, burying her head into Beast Boy's shoulder.
"What is wrong with you Robin?" Starfire asked. "You used to trust everyone. Are you going to be distrustful to me next?"
"No Star," Robin said, now with worry lacing his voice. "I trust you with all my heart and soul."
"Then why can't you trust BB and Rae?" Cyborg asked.
"I trust Raven. And with Beast Boy, well, it's Beast Boy. The unpredictable joker. You never know what he's up to."
Raven glanced up at Beast Boy's face. His mouth was set in a hard line and he was staring straight ahead, tears in his eyes. He blinked and they were gone, spread over his eyes in the action. He looked down and smiled reassuringly, the sides of his mouth quivering.
"See," he said softly. "They trust you. They all trust you. Robin doesn't trust me, but I didn't expect him too." His ears drooped of their own free will and a tear escaped his eye.
"But Cyborg and Star are at your side," she pointed out. She reached up and wiped the tear away. "And I am, I always will be." He kissed her gently.
"That's not fair," Cyborg was saying in the living room. "Beast Boy is just as unpredictable as I am. As Star is. You can never truly predict anyone."
"Cyborg is correct," Star said. "I do not wish for us to 'break up' over something as silly as this. They were sharing a bed. It was, as Beast Boy said, like a sleepover."
"Alright," Robin said, his former anger gone, replaced with hopelessness. "I won't talk about it again. If they both say they didn't, they didn't."
"Excellent," Starfire said, back to her optimistic self.
He doesn't believe it yet, Raven thought. She thought hard for a moment, then carefully entered Beast Boy's mind, not wanting the others to overhear.
Good on ya Star. Go Cy, go! Beast Boy's thoughts were a jumble of cheers and thanks to his friends.
Beast Boy, she thought quietly, not wanting to freak him out. It didn't work.
What? Physically he jerked and tightened his grip on her. In his mind he did the same thing. Instead of pushing the intruder out like other minds would, he welcomed it, his mind stroking and holding it. It was probably this, as well as other factors, that had led him to be easily hypnotised by Mad Mod.
It's me, she thought. I'm in your brain. Don't worry; I won't touch your memories and dreams.
Good, he thought back, his cheeks reddening. Coz there's some private stuff in there.
I want to see what you think about this, she thought.
I think that Star and Cy are now my two best friends. There was a slight pause as she waited for what would inevitably come next. Other then you of course, Rae, he thought hurriedly.
I know, she thought. I think so too. I mean about Robin.
Oh, he thought slowly. I think he believes us.
I don't, she thought. I think he doesn't trust us BB.
But he said he trusts you, Beast Boy thought, confused.
Raven mentally sighed and rolled her eyes. He doesn't trust me if he doesn't trust you, she thought quietly.
"Oh," Beast Boy said aloud.
I want one of us to talk to him, she thought.
I'll do it, he thought instantly. It's me he doesn't trust.
Raven hesitated, then nodded.
"Good luck," she said aloud.
POLL!
What moment on the show turned you into a BBXRae shipper?