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Authors Note: Five years have passed between the attack on Raven and where the story picks up.

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Prologue to Chapter:

Well things went on and the Titans were banned from defending the City. Each teen went their separate ways. Robin and Star stayed together and started a private detective agency. Cyborg went to college; he designed and built custom cars as well as some restoring on old models. Beastboy got his degree in computers and then became a game tester for several consoles. Raven, well, Raven went her own way. She worked several jobs and hid her demon heritage. It was five years before any would see each other again.

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Beastboy walked into his flat, it was not big, but it was comfortable and well decorated. He did not know there was so much money in video games. He took of his jacket and threw it on a chair, old habits died hard. He clicked his message machine on and rewound the tape.

"Hey Gar, it's Keith," a voice said, "Listen, Bungie called back and they want you to test their new RPG next week. Call me back when you can check your schedule. Bye. Oh, by the way, you were right, that game you tested for the PS2 did flop, I owe you five bucks."

"Knew it," Beastboy said. His machine beeped and switched to the next tape.

"Hey Garfield, it's Ana Marie," Beastboy rolled his eyes, she was always calling him, "I was wondering if we could go out sometime, you know, just as friends. Anyway, don't be a stranger. Bye."

"Dream on," Beastboy said, Ana Marie was okay, but she wasn't his type. She had been a cheerleader in High School, she was blonde and lanky, and very, very perky/preppie. Looking at Marie reminded him too much of Terra, and he did not want to think about how that had turned out.

"Hey," a different voice said, "Why don't you ever call anymore man? I mean, come on Beastboy, we said we'd stay in touch. Anyway, I found something, I think it might be Raven's, but the receipts got your name on it. I thought maybe we could hang out soon; it's been too long. You know the number, if you don't know the voice by now, its Cyborg. Call me back buddy." Beastboy smiled and his answering machine clicked off.

'Wonder what he's got?' Beastboy thought as he pulled a slice of cold pizza out of the fridge. He ate it as he looked up Cyborg's phone number. He dialed it and waited for the phone to ring.

"Hello," a voice said, Beastboy knew her voice.

"Terra," Beastboy asked.

"This is she," Terra replied. Beastboy felt sucker punched, Terra was at Cyborg's house, she was with him.

"Is Cyborg there," he asked.

"How do you know that name," Terra suddenly asked quickly, he could tell by the way her voice deepened that she was angry.

"It's me," he replied, "Beastboy, can you just put Cyborg on?"

"Beastboy," she replied, "It's been a while."

"Yes," he said, "Is Cyborg there?"

"He's right here," Terra said and put the phone down, "Vic, Beastboy's one the phone." Beastboy head Terra hang up as Cyborg picked up another line.

"Beastboy," he said, "You got my message man."

"Hey Cy," Beastboy replied, "Howya doing?"

"Good, good."

"How are things with Terra," Beastboy asked, he couldn't help but wonder.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Terra."

"She just spending the week here," Cyborg replied, "Her landlord threw her out. Jessie suggested she just spend a week here until she could get a new place, she's leaving on Monday."

"Oh," Beastboy said, a weight was lifted from his chest. He had never really gotten over being dumped by Terra, and wouldn't have even started healing if it were not for Raven. "Who's Jessie?"

"My wife," Cyborg replied, "This is why you call man, you'd have known that. So, we need to see each other, its been to long."

"Sure," Beastboy said.

"Well," Cyborg said, "I'm free tonight, Jessie's having a girls night out with her sister."

"I'm free too," Beastboy said, it would also give him a reason to blow off Ana Marie.

"Cool," Cyborg said, "So there's this great bar downtown, it's kind of a club too. Do you know it?"

"Was it the one that was in the paper a few weeks ago," Beastboy asked, remembering an article about the new bar.

"Yeah that one," Cyborg said, "Anyway, my buddy said that they've got a new singer, supposed to be really good. Wanna go?"

"Sure," Beastboy replied.

"Catchya there," Cyborg said.

"Later," Beastboy said. He finished his pizza and looked in the mirror, he was wearing jeans and a black tee shirt. It was really hard trying to find clothes that he didn't clash with. Most people were under the impression that his parents had accidentally let him wander into the lab and some chemical dye fell on him, turning him green for life. It was a lame story, but most people bought it. He ran his hand through muffled hair that hadn't changed in five years. He got his jacket and walked out the door.

He got in his car and drove downtown and parked it near the bar. He had some time to kill, so he walked down the strip to a bookstore. Inside he smoozed about, not looking for anything in particular. He was reading the back of a technology mystery when his cell rang. He picked it up and turned the volume down.

"Hey man," Cyborg said, "You on your way yet?"

"Yeah," Beastboy replied, putting down the book and walking outside, "I'm a minute away."

"Cool," Cyborg replied, "I just got here. I'll be waiting outside." Beastboy walked the block down saw Cyborg standing there.

"Cy," he called, "Man, over here." He waved.

"Hey," Cyborg said, he walked over and offered Beastboy a hand, "You look great."

"So do you," Beastboy said, he noticed the hot ride nearby. "It that you ride!"

"Yeah," he replied. "Come take a look." Beastboy gawked and drooled over the silver racer. "She's my own design, I crossed the t-car with a few other models and a few of my own designs, minus the weapons of course."

"Yeah," Beastboy said, not noticing Cyborg talking. This car made his vett look like a wind-up toy. They stayed outside for a little while and then entered the bar. Beastboy immediately took notes of the exits and guards in the room. Cyborg laughed.

"Old habits dir hard huh," he asked.

"Yeah," Beastboy replied, suddenly he just noticed a shoulder holster under Cyborg leather jacket. "You're one to talk."

"Hey," he said as the two got a table near the stage, "It doesn't hurt to be prepared. An old parole-e might recognize me even without my armor."

"Yeah," Beastboy said, "Its hard being green and not running into a few guys from the old days." A waitress wearing a tube top and mini skirt with short black and red hair came up, her nametag said Demeter, and took their orders. Then moved back to the bar and grabbed two bears on a tray.

As she set them down Cyborg asked, "When is the new singer going to perform?"

"She's up in two numbers," Demeter said, motioning towards the stage. "They should announce her."

"Thank you," Cyborg said, sipping his beer. Beastboy raised an eyebrow.

"New singer," he asked.

"Yeah," Cyborg said, then noticed Beastboy's look. "Hey, I've never seen her. A friend down at the shop said she was a knockout though."

"She good-looking," Beastboy asked.

"According to my sources," he said. "Which are very reliable, she's got a great figure and will, direct quote, 'silence the bar with one glance' I kid you not."

"Any idea what she looks like," Beastboy asked, he would let Cyborg have his illusions.

"She's really pale and has dark hair," he said, "Eyes like an angel or a devil depending on how she's looking at you and she apparently doesn't take any crap from the creeps."

"Sounds a little on the dangerous side," Beastboy said.

"Sounds like your kind of girl," Cyborg said, taking another swig.

"My kind of girl," Beastboy asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I mean," Cyborg put his beer down, "Look at the girls your interested in. First Terra, she's powerful and beautiful, then Raven and we know her deal."

"Who said I was ever interested in Raven," Beastboy asked, "Besides, that was five years ago. If I liked her I probably would have stayed in contact."

"Hey, I'm just thinking," Cyborg said, backing off. "Raven went her own way. No one knows where she ended up. Oh, by the way. What made me think that you liked Raven five years ago," he said, reaching into his cargo pocket. "The last time I checked, you don't read Edgar Allen Poe, she does." He took out a bag from the bookstore; Beastboy already knew what was in it. It was the book he had bought for her 18th birthday five years ago, the day she was attacked. He was going to give it to her the next day, but he had forgotten. Raven had taken two weeks to recover, and then they were disbanded and had separated. He doubted if he would ever see her again.

"Thanks," Beastboy said, depositing it in his own cargo pocket and drinking his beer. Suddenly a hush came over the bar, the spot light had settled directly center stage. A man came from behind the curtain and tapped the microphone to make sure it was on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, "I am proud to present the bar's current and most pleasant attraction. The Nightingale." Beastboy clapped and thought about the signer's name: Nightingale.

He overheard a conversation from the next table, "She's famous for singing sad ballads at a bar, who've thought she'd get famous for that."

"Yeah," the mans comrade said, "Usually its only strippers who get famous in this joint." The two men were quickly hushed as the curtain was rustled and the spotlight dimmed out. The bar was totally dark and silent. It was then that Beastboy first noticed a runway, kind of like the ones at modeling shows, coming out a little from the stage. There was a small sense of movement on the stage and the lights were brought to the lowest level. He could barely make out the slim figure sitting on a stool. All he could see it that she was wearing a halter dress with a slit up her right leg, which looked pale and beautiful. Suddenly the piano began a slow and mournful vamp. All the men turned their heads towards the stage and any noise behind the bar stopped as the lights came on just another level. No one could make out the figures shape, but they could now see her general outline. The woman began to sing, her voice was deep and enchanting. Its tone suggested something melancholy, but very filling in its depth.

(Her head straightened a little, but her face was still hidden in shadow)

Memory, turn your face to the moonlight.

Let you memory lead you.

Open up, enter in.

If you find there the meaning of what happiness is then a new life will begin.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.

I remember a time I knew what happiness was.

Let the memory live again.

The piano went into a vamp and the woman began to walk about the stage, keeping away from the catwalk. Her head was tilted back and a pale face was illuminated, but Beastboy could not make out any features. The woman mesmerized him and his jaw was hanging open.

Burnt out ends of smokey days the stale cold smell of morning.

A streetlamp dies another night is over, another day is dawning.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life and I mustn't give in.

When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too, and a new day, will begin.

The Nightingale leaned against the stage right wall. She looked out and sang her heart out to the audience. Beastboy could see a little more of her, but still no features. She was like a beautiful fallen angel, with a voice to match.)

Sunlight though the trees in summer endless masquerading.

Like a flower as the dawn is breaking, the memory is fading.

The woman came fully out onto the catwalk and the lights came up. She was wearing a blue sparkly halter dress that covered her modestly, but suggested invitation. She herself was a thing of beauty. Her skin was a pale alabaster, it looked finer the porcelain. Her eyes were beautifully set under thin, shapely brows. Her darkened mouth blended with her shadowed eyes. She reached out her alabaster arms without putting them in front her so her wrists her parallel with her hips. Her wavy lavender hair was pulled away from her face except for two strands, which framed her face. Beastboy sat stunned, Cyborg waved a hand in front of his face and smiled, Beastboy did not notice a thing.

Touch me, it's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun.

If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is.

Look a new day has begun.

The crowd sat stunned. The lights dimmed out on the Nightingale and she disappeared from the stage and mist replaced her. Beastboy's jaw was still level with the table. Cyborg learned over and closed Beastboy mouth for him, smiling all the time.

"So," Cyborg said, leaning over his beer. "I thought she was pretty good."

"Good is a rather large understatement," Beastboy replied. Suddenly he noticed men getting up to leave the bar. "Where are they going?"

"There's a flower shop down the street," Cyborg said, "Twenty bucks in my pocket say that they're going there."

"Hmm," Beastboy mused.

"You aren't even considering..." Cyborg began.

"No," Beastboy said, "Well, not yet." Twenty minutes passed, all the men came back, each one had a rose in his hand, one had a bouquet of twenty roses. They all went to the backstage door and waited patiently. The girl with black and red hair was guarding the door. All were turned away roses and all. Two bodyguards moved large trashcans near the door for men to deposit the flowers in on their way out or back to the bar for stiffer drinks. Beastboy put down three dollars for his beer and looked at Cyborg.

"I'll be right back," he said.

"Think you got a chance," Cyborg asked.

"Maybe," Beastboy said, "After all, green is my lucky color." Beastboy smiled and stood up. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Beastboy went down to the flower shop and looked around, the store was entirely sold out of red, yellow, and white roses. He looked around, there were many other kinds of flowers there, but a rarity caught his eye. They were black orchids; they were the most rare flowers in North America. There were only twenty on display. He thought about the beautiful singer, there was something about her that reminded him of someone he knew, but he could not put a name with a face. He selected all twenty and paid $58 dollars for the lot. He walked back, and suddenly wished that he had combed his hair before coming to the bar tonight. He walked in, hiding the flowers under his jacket. The girl with red and black hair was still guarding the door. He walked up to her.

"Excuse me ma'am," he said. "Could you please give these to the Nightingale and tell her that I would be delighted if she joined me for a drink." Demeter looked Beastboy up and down, she saw that he was green, but all that aside he was not unfortunate looking, in fact he was downright handsome. She took the flowers and noticed what they were, black orchids, she was going to love these.

"I'll be right back," Demeter replied. She walked into the back, making sure the guy didn't follow her. She unlocked Nightingale's door and walked in. She saw the woman bushing out her purple hair, she had already changed back into her black miniskirt and halter, and her boots were back on too. She was one of the few who did not show off their midriffs. "Hey," Demeter said, "These are from a guy outside. He wants to meet you."

Nightingale looked at the black orchids, they were her favorite. She smiled and put them in a vase, taking in their sweet and tender scent. Nightingale set the vase on her makeup table and sat down in her chair, suddenly wishing that she still had her dress on.

"Send him in," Nightingale said, "But make sure he's clean."

Demeter smiled at her friend, "Don't I always?" Nightingale smiled and let her hair out again, bushing it gently to sheen.

Beastboy had been waiting for three minutes. Many of the guys were whispering about him, she had accepted his flowers. Suddenly the waitress came back out, hiding a smile behind her expression. With a flick of her hand two guards came over searched him for weapons. They didn't find the only knife he always carried on him in his boot.

"She'll see you now," Demeter said. She walked him back and motioned to a door. "She's expecting you." Beastboy knocked anyway.

"Enter," the voice said. He walked in to find the Nightingale sitting at her vanity brushing her dark violet hair; she looked in the mirror at him and froze, then turned to face him, her makeup gone. It was Raven who stared into his eyes; no one who knew her could mistake the telltale crystal in her forehead.

Raven saw dark green hair on top of a lanky, but muscular, figure enter in. Suddenly she saw the mans face and froze, there were not many people with green skin. She turned around, her hair whipping past her. She looked straight into his eyes, which had deepened with age to a perfect emerald color. She was suddenly happier then she had been in five years.

"Raven," Beastboy said, finally breaking the freeze on his brain. She was sitting right there in front of him, looking very hot he had to notice, she was all right.

"Beastboy," Raven said, and very uncharacteristically got up and threw her arms around his neck. "It's so good to see you."

Beastboy froze at Ravens touch, her skin was soft and warm, the sent of her hair was beautiful and overpowering. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, inhaling her sent. Her body was pressed lightly up against his. He had dreamed of this moment since she had shaken his hand in farewell five years ago. He wondered why he hadn't hugged her then, and why he was not kissing her now. "It's good to see you too Raven."

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