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Sapphire Bullets 4 – Funky B-Ped

The sheet slithered to the ground with a reverential whisper, and silver gleamed in the dim lights of the garage. Beast Boy smiled nervously at Raven.

"Well, what do you think?" The changeling enquired. Raven looked down.

The Moped was a dream. The cream finish had been restored, and it had been lovingly restored. She could just about see a few of Cyborg's improvements, too. She knelt down to take a closer look. She didn't know anything about bikes, but Garfield was obviously very proud of it. She nodded approvingly, as Cyborg often did after successfully fine-tuning the T-Car or another piece of gadgetry.

"This is what we're taking?" She asked, seeking confirmation in Garfield's wonderful eyes. He nodded, relieved that she seemed to approve of his baby.

"Yep, the Tidwell-3000 B-Ped." He knelt down, and pulled a spare open-face helmet from the box it had been stored it. He handed it to Raven, along with a pair of goggles.

"To protect your eyes." He explained. Raven had figured that much out for herself, but it was still sweet of him. From his own rucksack, he pulled his own helmet and goggles, strapping on the helmet and pulling the goggles over them, letting them rest against the hard fibreglass shell of the helmet as he took the bike off its stand and wheeled it to the doors of the garage. He took his scarf from the hook on the wall he had hung it on, and went to wrap it around his neck. He hesitated, however, glancing sidelong at Raven.

"You've not been on a bike before, have you?" He asked. She shook her head, fastening the clasp under her chin. He nodded, and walked over to her with the scarf.

"OK. There's no bar-grip at the back, so just remember to hold on to me, and lean when I lean. Don't worry, it's really easy, you'll get the hang of it." He reassured her, hanging the scarf over her shoulders, wrapping it around her neck and draping the free ends down behind her. Raven felt shivers buzz up and down her spine. Beast Boy looked at her nervously, and smiled, letting go of the scarf. He climbed onto the B-Ped and shuffled forward to give Raven more room. She sat behind him, the darkness of the cloak complimented almost perfectly by the pale colour of Garfield's scarf. She wrapped her arms around him. Beast Boy gulped, and thumbed the remote to the door. He turned on the engine, modified with Cyborg's help to be better than your average scooter engine. He revved the motor, and let loose on the throttle. The B-Ped hummed to life, and they were off.

Raven leaned against his back, nestling against him as the wind whipped around them, blowing her cape behind her, the wings of a bat out of hell. And like a bat out of hell, they were gone when the morning came.

Starfire watched them leaving from the roof of the Tower, waving at them as they left. They couldn't see her, what with her being behind them, many stories in the air, but it was the thought that counted. As they dwindled to a speck in the twilight, she turned around to Cyborg and Robin.

"Are we certain it is wise to let them go on this journey?" She asked, drifting over to the two friends. Cyborg nodded.

"They can look after themselves. Besides, they both still have their communicators with them, so if they need our help, they can call for us. Meantime, it makes sense for us to stay here in case anything happens here."

"Mmm." Robin agreed through the duct-tape. Well, Starfire assumed he was agreeing. It was hard to tell at the moment. Cyborg had eventually had to restrain him with one of the most fiendish traps the Tower had, and had enlisted the princess's help in cramming Robin into The Bag of Sleeping. The camping supply was too tight for Robin to move much, and so the two of them had brought him up to the roof to teach him a lesson of sorts.

It involved the picture of a cloud, a picture of Slade, and at one point, it would have involved a piece of pipe if Starfire hadn't intervened.

The creation of Raven's mind known variously as Knowledge and Memory had opened the doors to her library, and now the shelves, normally quiet and still with the weight of experience, were full with the talk of the emotions. The library was swiftly turning into the last bastion of normality within Nevermore, insofar as such a word could be applied to the normally bleak, twisted landscape of Raven's psyche. Knowledge looked around. Normally, the emotions kept out of each other's way. By their very nature, they were often too different. However, confined as they now were to the largely unfamiliar domain of the library, it was possible to see groups emerging, tentative alliances being forged. Of course, if Raven needed them to, they would all come together like the parts of the whole that they were, but there was nothing more behind it than simple duty. But now…

Happiness and Hope were clustered with Elation and Kindness. Pride had found a kindred spirit in Honour. Patience and Anticipation were trying to coax Shyness out of a dark corner with carrying degrees of success. Elation and Gratitude soared between the shelves. Love, Jealousy, Remorse and Amusement were sat discussing Garfield. Then again…Knowledge drifted upwards, surveying her domain .

In the far-away shelves, Sadness wailed between the rows, Anger fought with Bitterness, and Lust ran her fingertips along the spines of the books. Terror and Vulnerability walked hand in hand, and Disgust was brooding in a corner. And where the 'good' emotions were, there in middle of the group, standing in front of the blazing fireplace, was Rage. She stared intently at the flames, perhaps recognising within the crackling fire a kindred need to burn, to destroy, to reduce whatever it touched to ashes and charred ruin.

There was an inrush of air besides Knowledge, and she was joined by the 'Original' Raven.

"There are so many." She murmured, glancing around her. Memory nodded.

"When you start separating your emotions off from yourself, it's hard to stop. Even if you don't see them often, they're there." She said gently.

"Apparently so." Raven acknowledged.

"So, you didn't suggest I let them inside just to shelter them, did you?" Knowledge asked shrewdly. Raven shook her head slightly, pulling down her cowl.

"Not entirely. Somewhere in here must be answers that can help us shake off this spell, and with everyone in here looking for it, we might be able to find it faster." She explained. Knowledge nodded. She had expected as much.

"Well then, let's get this started." The yellow-caped girl suggested, the light glimmering off her glasses. Raven nodded and cleared her throat. The sound rang as loudly as thunder in the confines of the library, and all the emotions hovered up to a point where they could see the Blue-cloaked 'original'. All except rage, who stayed where she was, trying to outstare the fire. Raven let her stay where she was.

"Everyone, I need you to help me to help us…" She said quietly.

It was early in the morning before Beast boy pulled the B-Ped into a service station, and Raven welcomed the opportunity to stretch her legs. Meditation was fine, but the way she had to sit on the moped required the use of different muscles, and her legs were a little sore. She walked around the small area for a few short minutes, stopping only when she reached the clear view offered by the far side of the station's court. Since Jump City was on the coast, they had been rising slowly since they left. Now, she could look down from this higher vantage point and see Jump City as a large, glowing hub of lights. She thought she could almost make out the tower. The sun was rising as a murky orange ball, and she shielded her eyes. The door to the service station opened behind her, and Garfield emerged, whistling and holding a map. He laid it on a picnic table, and pored over it. Raven joined him, sitting down beside him.

"Where are we going, Gar?" She asked, touching his arm. He flinched away from it slightly, then recovered. Raven would have felt sad, if she could ever truly be sad when she was around Gar. She knew he didn't believe her when she told him she loved him, that he thought there had to be some cause. But she had loved him longer than just a day and a half, hadn't she? Tender memories flooded into her mind, all the times she would dearly have loved to say something had she just known.

And in Nevermore, Raven turned and glared at Love, who sat in a pile of books, reading memories aloud in a voice awash with feeling.

"Stop that at once." She hissed.

However, she was more than happy to go on this 'quest' with him. Eventually, he would see there was no cause, and she simply loved every part of him. It was quality time she had certainly missed out on having. She glanced over at the map of the nearby states, and Garfield made a triumphant cry and jabbed at the map.

"What did you find, Gar?" She asked, following his finger.

"Bryter Bay. The most romantic city in the entire coastal region! Sounds to me like target practise." He said triumphantly, and then yawned. What with one thing and another, he hadn't slept in what seemed like forever.

"We'll get there the day after tomorrow at the latest. Right now, we should sleep." Raven said gently, not wanting him to exhaust himself.

"Yeah., you're right." He agreed. "I'll go book us a couple of rooms. They should have some free." He yawned again, heading back to the doors. Raven carefully rolled up the map and smiled. It seemed like such a waste of money to use two rooms, when she was only intending they use one…

DC – Well, there we go, another chapter out. Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed, it really makes my day, so if you could see your way clear to doing it again, I'd be grateful. I could use some cheer right now, but that's by the by. Have a happy Halloween! I myself shall be trying to persuade Chavs not to throw bricks through our windows. Woo.

Peace Out,

DC