This originally started as an odd idea in my head, and later involved into a comic that I started on the oekaki board I draw on, Since the space given for drawings is so small, however, I can only draw about four panels per comic, and I realized that with a plot as long as this one, it will take me till NEXT New Year's Eve to finish it. So, it is now a fanfic. Sorry to anyone from the oekaki who's reading this, but trust me, it'll make a better story than a comic.

Happy New Year, everybody

Ah, this story is rated 'T' because I don't know what future chapters may hold, and I want to stay on the safe side. There will probably be some violence/gore and cussing, but that should be about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Obviously.

-Fate-

It was such a gentle, soothing breeze that, despite the cold temperature that it brushed against the bare skin of her frail legs, Raven found herself dozing off in the soft emerald blades of grass in the park. The sun beat down on her and her companion, warming their bodies and casting an almost angelic glow over their features. Both Titans were breathing softly, half-asleep as they lay together in the Jump City Park. Beast Boy, whose skin tone was only a few shades more olive than the grass beneath him, yawned widely and shifted, reaching up with one gloved hand to scratch his stomach. Raven's indigo eyes opened as she glanced over at him, a rare, delicate smile toying with her lips.

Not that she would ever say it out loud, but she had to admit, the pointy ears and the small fang that poked out of the corner of his mouth made him look adorable. Even though he was drooling slightly in his gentle slumber, it somehow made him look all the more endearing.

How that made sense, Raven was without a clue.

The Azarathean shifted from her side to her back, staring up at the clear azure sky. A few soft, cotton-like clouds floated overhead, occasionally interrupting the sun's view of the two Titans currently lying in the park. The whole scene was so calm, so peaceful; it almost made Raven wonder if she had stepped into some sort of alternate universe, where such things as chaos and crime never existed. Suddenly, a quiet rustling noise interrupted the silence, and Raven tilted her head slightly to see Beast Boy sit up, looking shaken and somewhat confused. The dark Titan frowned, rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up into a sitting position as she watched him.

"Gar, are you okay?"

Beast Boy shrugged a little, reaching up with one hand to scratch his head, ruffling his forest hair as he did so.

"Yeah, just had a really weird dream."

Raven pursed her lips as she shifted her position once more, sitting cross-legged in front of him. A really weird dream such as...? If she had to wager a guess, the violet-haired girl guessed that it wasn't weird as in 'completely and utterly random'; Beast Boy looked far too troubled for the dream to not have been somewhat distressing.

"Care to explain?"

She reached out with one hand, resting it on her friend's shoulder as she tilted her head, trying to get a better look at him. Beast Boy shifted his gaze to the empath, and he twisted up his face in a confused grimace.

"Well... it was really, really weird. I don't remember all of it, but... I think we all died, but me, Star, Robin, and Cy all went to Heaven, and you... didn't."

To the changeling's surprise, Raven did not seem fazed by this at all. Instead, she shrugged, removing her hand from his shoulder as she folded her pale hands in her lap.

"That's not surprising. It isn't rare for people to have dreams of people they care about dying, and the placement of us after death seems fitting."

Beast Boy gave her a startled frown, twisting his slim yet muscular frame so that he could look at his friend better. Her words surprised him; wasn't it a little frightening that all of your friends went to Heaven, but you were doomed to the eternal flaming pits of Hell? Raven arched an eyebrow as she noticed his expression, and she dropped her gaze, occupying herself with plucking up blades of grass and involving herself in a rather pathetic, meaningless battle as she tried to tie the slivers of emerald into a knot.

"As far as my beliefs go, good people go to Heaven, bad people go to Hell."

The olive-skinned Titan reached up, placing his index finger underneath Raven's chin as he tilted her face back up, allowing his bright eyes to stare pointedly into her dark ones.

"Rae, you are a good person."

The telepath watched him for a moment, then shook her head, returning to her admittedly pointless task.

"I'm a demon, Gar. Little demon girls don't get to go to Heaven, no matter how hard they try to be good. That's how it works."

She stood up, leaving Beast Boy silent as he remained sitting on the grass, gazing up at her. The female Titan pulled her dark blue hood up over her orchid hair, shielding her pallid face from the rays cast down on them by the sun. Beast Boy shook his head as he stood up, wrapping one arm around her shoulders as he leaned his face over, pecking her cheek with his lips before he drew away.

"You're not a demon, Raven."

He received no response to his statement as the dark-haired girl rested her head on his shoulder, though she quietly mumbled three words that transformed his legs into a gelatin-like substance every time she said them.

"I love you."

Beast Boy smiled, kissing the top of her head as he gently steered her towards the path that lead from the small, calming meadow of the park towards the city, where the two Titans knew they had to make one last check over before they headed back to the Tower.

"I love you too."

Suddenly, Raven's head snapped up, nearly knocking the shape-shifter in the nose. Her dark eyes were wide, and she spun around, her eyes darting wildly across the park. When she spoke, her voice was strained, urgent, demanding attention to the mysterious situation at hand.

"Gar, there's someone--"

Her words were cut off by a loud, banging noise, and she gasped as a bullet ripped through her chest. Crimson blood burst out where the metal had struck her, and she fell towards the earth, Beast Boy's quick reflexes the only thing keeping her body from colliding with the ground. The changeling's emerald eyes stared at her in shock, and they traveled from her face to the bloody hole above her right breast.

"RAVEN!"

There was no response, only Raven's dark, lifeless eyes staring up at him. Beast Boy looked up, seeing a dark figure crouching in the bushes, and moments later, the sound rang out again.

This time, the bullet ran straight through the middle of Beast Boy's brow, and he let out a small whimper as he collapsed onto the ground, his blood mixing with Raven's to dye the ground a haunting crimson.

-Fate-

He couldn't believe it.

Gar found himself staring up at the legendary golden, pearly gates that lead to the endless wonders of Heaven. St. Peter sat behind an intricate-looking desk in front of it, muttering to himself as he neatly scrawled something onto a piece of parchment with his quill pen. The green-skinned boy looked around hesitantly before he stepped over to the gatekeeper, clearing his throat slightly. St. Peter looked up, his mouth forming into a smile.

"Ah, welcome. Garfield Logan, am I correct?"

Gar nodded slightly, still feeling numb to the fact that he was, well... dead.

"U-uh, yeah. That's me."

St. Peter nodded as well as he picked up a rather long list, quickly scanning over it until he found the changeling's name.

"Yes, yes, here you are. You can go on in."

At his words, the gates slowly creaked open, and Gar half-expected for some angelic choir to start singing, like they did in movies when something amazing and wonderful was happening. The former Titan started to walk towards the gate, when he suddenly stopped, looking back at St. Peter.

"Um, St. Peter, sir? Is someone named Raven Roth on there?"

The saint looked over at him quizzically before he checked his list, slowly shaking his head even before he had finished reading. When he was done, he looked back up at Gar, shrugging helplessly.

"Sorry, there's nobody by that name on here. She must not have made it to Heaven, I'm afraid."

Gar swallowed visibly as he walked back over to the desk, a small frown contorting his features.

"Is there anything I can do to help her? I mean, she's a great person. Absolutely amazing. She is, was, a Teen Titan, you know, and she always helps people, and she's really nice, even if she doesn't realize it, and she's so smart and helpful and-- and she really doesn't deserve to be in Hell."

St. Peter looked thoughtful for a moment, then arched an eyebrow and frowning as he peered down at the young changeling.

"Raven Roth, you said? Isn't she that demon child?"

Gar's emerald eyes narrowed as his hands curled into fists, and he suddenly found himself shouting at the gatekeeper of Heaven. Not a very brilliant move on his part, but he was pretty sick of hearing someone he cared so much for being looked down upon and feared because of something as uncontrolable as her heritage.

"She's not a demon! She's a person, just like me! She shouldn't have to pay because of something she couldn't control!"

St. Peter's frown deepened as he shook his head again, returning to his writing task.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

Gar's ears drooped as he stared up at the saint, and instead of yelling, he switched his method to begging.

"Please. She doesn't deserve that. It's not her fault that her dad's a demon. She really is a great person. Please."

St. Peter looked back at the boy, his mouth forming a thin line on his face.

"I'm sorry, Garfield. There really is nothing I can do."

The changeling looked down at the soft, golden clouds that had taken the place of the ground beneath his feet, and he slowly dragged his feet towards the gates. He didn't know why; it wouldn't be Heaven without Raven. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stopped, looking back at St. Peter.

"I'll trade, then. My soul for hers. She goes to Heaven, I go to Hell. Can you do that?"

St. Peter's eyes widened with surprise as his attention snapped back to the dark-haired youth, and he tilted his head slightly with confusion before a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"You really care for this girl, don't you?"

Gar nodded, swallowing as his hands curled into determined fists. Raven had suffered through enough during her life; she didn't deserve to go through that pain for the rest of eternity. She had spent almost her whole existence in her own personal Hell, and Gar knew she deserved a chance at true bliss.

"More than anything."

St. Peter sighed, looking down at his desk before his gaze returned to Gar.

"Your dedication to her is very impressive. For this, I will give you one chance, not to trade souls, but to win hers. I'm going to send you back to Earth, but not the Earth that you know. The Raven there is still alive, but you do not exist. In this dimension, your friend is not a demon's offspring, but she is certainly no angel."

He pointed a finger at Gar, his eyes narrowing.

"If you can turn her around in one year, then both you and your friend's souls will be allowed into Heaven. If not, you will both be doomed to an eternity in Hell. Do you want to do this?"

Gar nodded, his eyes narrowing as he processed the deal. If he succeeded, Raven would be given her paradise. If he failed, he would suffer forevermore.

Raven was worth it.

St. Peter sighed as he scrawled something on his piece of parchment, averting his gaze from the changeling in front of him.

"All right then. There is no turning back. You have one year. Good luck."

The clouds beneath him suddenly disappeared, and Gar yelled in surprise as he found himself falling towards the Earth that he didn't know.

-Fate-