And once again I return way too late! With not one paragraph, but TWO! One for review response, and one to tie up some loose ends from the Wilson Incident, my now-uncanon-or-is-it story from way back yonder. The main OCs, Melanie and Jason, will be returning in URtrip soon, and considering that the TWI sequel isn't going to be released for a while, and knowing me it may never show up, it will make little to no sense that they return. But, this will explain all, but at the same time give away the end of the sequel, kay?

This is the tie-up paragraph. You may not understand it if you have not read TWI.

Sam's parents on the show, the ugly-lookin couple, are the impersonator parents. On the show, they are acting on their own free will. Why is this? Because, in the sequel I may never write, something happened, I don't know what yet, to seperate Melanie and Jason from their impersonator bodies, making them unable to get back. Somehow, the impersonators are brainwashed into thinking they actually are Sam's parents. Only Sam, her family, Danny, Tuck, and Mel and Jase know otherwise-and they keep up the charade to humor their little meat puppets. Melanie and Jason go back to the ghost zone, where they have their own little adventures. The sequel happens before URtrip, so they're this way when it starts. (It happened before Control Freaks as well.)

Hope that clears things up.

We all do. But then again, it's usually late night when I update-I mean LATE, like mom's screaming at me to get upstairs late. So I'm usually anxious to get to you whatever little I've donefer ye :-). 'Tad too random'? That's my main method of humor. Randomness. It was the end result of prolonged exposure to Neopets, 'verbally abusive' IM buddies, and Butch Hartman cartoons, with a dose of...uhh, something else. It's in my instinct. I couldn't write even the most serious of stories without it.
Chapter 13: Just an(other) Excuse to Write Fluff

Raven floated into the main room. "Guys...he's okay now. It's-eh?"

The main room was empty. They were all in bed. Raven stole a glance at the clock-it was 3:15. In the morning.

They had pulled an all-nighter.

"Okay...maybe I'll tell them tomorrow," she said, trying not to sound as shocked as she was. "If I can remember to wake up, that is." She floated out and back to her room.

She slammed the door open, ran inside, threw her cloak at the wall, and jumped onto her bed. She pulled the covers over her head, hoping their soft fluffiness would muffle the thoughts she felt inside. It didn't work.

She got up, lit a few candles, and tried to meditate. She focused more intently than she ever had, blocking out everything except those three words...

Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos...Azarath...Metrion...Beast Boy...

BOOM! Raven recoiled in shock as a candle exploded, sending hot cinders across the room. They went out as soon as they hit the ground, but Raven could almost still feel their warmth. She was blushing.

"Okay...no more meditating tonight," she said to anyone that might want to hear, a tone of fear in her voice. "Can't focus." She climbed back into bed. She had one choice now-surrender. She allowed the forbidden statement to fill her mind.

Do I love Beast Boy? Does he love me?

Okay. She had thought that the answer to the first onewas simple. No. Nothing else to say. They were teammates, but definitely not...like that. Besides, they were so...different. Beast Boy was an immature child, who had been commercialized by the media almost all his life. She, Raven, was a calm, peaceful person, who just happened to be filled with unstable rage. Opposite. Different. Not.

At least, that was how it was supposed to be.

The second question had a bit of a debateable answer. Maybe. Before, before the wierd people had come, Beast Boy had never missed an opprutunity to annoy her, crack jokes, hit on her, that kind of stuff. At first, she had thought he was just an immature idiot. Then she read a child psychology book, which solved everything for her-it was just for attention. Beast Boy had just wanted her attention.

She couldn't tell if this was really cool, or really scary.

With other important matters, including her self-caused Apocalypse, this had been forgotten. But, why had it come back just now, at the most unlikely of times? Duh. She had just spent the entire night with him. She had broken his eighteen-hour depression cycle. And now,once everyone actually woke up, she would be bringing back the thing that would actually make him truly happy. This gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling- for a second.

Then a new idea dawned on her. Perhaps Terra back wasn't a good idea. Oh sure, she was a ghost at this point, but knowing the Titans, with the recent addition of three people who were ghost experts, not to mention one who was almost a ghost himself and had an extensive knowledge of ghost tech, they could find some way to resurrect her. Even if it would cost the author a few limbs, it could happen. But, for some reason, she didn't want this. For one, bitter moment, she felt like cancelling the trip. The skank wasn't worth Beast Boy's time, when better women were so routinely available...

Okay. Get rid of that last line. Well, maybe not the first two words. She really was a skank. But she didn't like Beast Boy like that...

Never. It was against her code of conduct to feel such lustful things. Perhaps it was lack of sleep...yeah, that's it. She struggled into her bed, and fell asleep with nary a problem.

Well, until she was asleep enough to dream, at least...

A haunted figure flitted in the shadows of Titans Tower. It followed Beast Boy's slouching, but strangely uplifted form down the halls. He looked back at it, smiling. He muttered something that nobody but he could hear.

The shadow dissappered as Beast Boy approached a door marked, 'Raven'. His smile widened as he stepped inside. In the room was Raven, asleep, but fitfully, sweating as she bit her covers furiously. He looked at the ground as he saw this. Poor chick...

He sat down on her bed. He gently put a hand on her, not enough to wake her up, but just enough pressure so that he could feel her beneath him. He wondered why she was like this...something must have disturbed her...this was unusual...maybe it was him. She seemed to stammer as she left...was she afraid of him or something? No, he was afraid of her. And yet...

For a few seconds, his mind seemed to clear. He moved, though these movements he did not control...he leaned over her...he pressed his lips to her cheek...she tasted slightly odd. Like herbs, cherry Coke, and...

...heaven.

He regained relative sense as a moan stirred the silence. Raven was waking up...and he was right here, slobbering on her cheek! He detached-with a slight reluctance-and cleared out before she could regain conciousness completely...he ran back to his room, fell asleep as he hit the covers, and almost, but not quite forgot the scenario...

Raven's eyes fluttered open. She grabbed the covers, drenched in her own drool, and looked up. Phew. No Beast Boy.

That wasn't the worst dream she'd had that night. One had her in a bunny...no, let's not go there. But it was pretty creepy. Creepy enough to wake her up.

Her cheek tingled. Raven felt it. It was covered in spit...spit that had green hair in it...nah, she was just not all the way awake. She went back to sleep, wiping the drool off her cheek subconsiously...

Yeah, this is very close to PG-13 (T). Should the rating be changed? You decide.

And it's still short. Must...learn...how to make longer chapters...AUGHNESS!

-SP

P.S. For those Terra lovers out there, sorry for calling her a skank. It's from Raven's POV, and reflects in no way my opinion of her (neutral). I don't even know if skank is an appropriate word for this story :(