DC – Crikey! Almost thirty reviews? This is like precious gold dust, thank you all so much. I know so far I've tried to keep this short, but today I thought I'd address a minor point. I've received a couple of 'helpful' notes from people, either in email or review format, telling me I'm misspelling words like 'sceptic', and I just thought I'd say I appreciate it, but I'm English, not American, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm spelling them correctly. Thanks for the heads-up, but I'm afraid you'll have to put up with my limey spelling. Anyway, that aside, thank you for reading, enjoying and reviewing, and I hope I won't disappoint you.

Disclaimer – Yeah, I owned Teen Titans once. But then I woke up and it was all a dream…OR WAS IT? Yes, it was.

Chapter 5 – Devil's Daughter In My Bed

"Well, night." Beast Boy said, yawning. He waved to Raven, who had a room two doors down from his, and closed the door. The rooms here were small and spartan, but all he really needed was somewhere to lay his head. He stretched, then turned himself into a cat and stretched again for pure satisfaction. He felt a lot better now that he was out on the road. Back at the Tower, it had felt like they were just sitting around doing nothing, but now he was out doing stuff to help Raven! True, he didn't know what they'd do if it turned out to be Cupid, and if he was where they thought he might be, but he really hoped something would come along. This kind of attention from Raven was exhausting and unnerving. It was like her whole personality was different, and she didn't even realise… He resumed his human form, climbed into the single person bed, pulled the sheets over him, and was asleep within minutes.

Raven, however, was not. The night was her domain, and she felt the gap between Garfield and her like a wound in her side. It was a gap she intended to close soon. She pulled her hood up to shroud her face, and glided through the wall, black ripples of energy washing outwards as she did so. She stepped through into the room between Garfield and hers, and there was a strangled shriek from the Hells Angel in the bed, who hastily stuffed a magazine under his pillow.

"Are you….Death?" Quavered the large hulking man, the small amount of face that could be seen between his thick beard and his long hair pale with fright. Raven shrugged.

"Sure. Why not." She said, deadpan. She didn't really care, but maybe it would shut him up. The mountain of bad attitude in the bed moaned quietly and pulled the covers over his head, promising vehemently that he would reform, change his ways, leave the bike gang, anything…Raven ignored him, and walked through the next wall. She could just make out Garfield's sleeping form. She drifted silently over to him, regarding her love's calm face as he slept. His long ears twitched occasionally, and he looked at peace. It occurred to Raven that perhaps, this was in some way the real Beast Boy. Asleep, he wasn't trying to prove anything to anyone, wasn't putting up a façade or a tough face. He looked at peace, and Raven knew that peace was not something any of the Titans were particularly accustomed to. He was curled up on his side, facing away from her. Smiling, she lifted up the sheets as gently as she could.

Rage stared down the fire, paying the room around her no attention. Nevertheless, her lips curled into a satisfied sneer at Raven's horrified cry, embarrassed and enraged as the latest embarrassing incident the spell had gotten her into unfolded in the real world. Sooner or later, Raven would come to her. And then she would be free again.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Beast Boy awoke. He opened his eyes blearily. Light was filtering in through the unfamiliar blinds, but he was accustomed to sleeping rough, and he felt capable of dealing with the situation, even though it felt as if he'd been tangled in the sheets weirdly…There was a feeling of tightness around his chest, but he wasn't yet awake enough to deal with that yet. Really, the thing that had most caught his mind was his surprise at how warm he was. When he had looked at the thin sheets the night before, he expected them to be cold, and they had been at first…His mind wandered from topic to topic in the unconnected way that the mind does when it first wakes up. It kept returning, however, to the warmth and cosiness of the bed, and the strange pressure around his chest and back. He woke up immediately when his sensitive ears picked up a sleepy murmur from somewhere close behind him. As delicately and cautiously as he could, he looked under the covers, and whimpered a little. He had discovered the source of the strange tight feeling around his chest. It was a familiar pair of arms clad in a familiar blue fabric. He closed his eyes in the hope that it would help somehow, but the he could still feel the pressure, and now he wasn't using his eyes, he realised he could smell her. Sort of like violets. He was almost sure he could hear her heartbeat, slow and steady, masked beneath her breathing. He was well and truly trapped…Not that it wasn't nice, but that was exactly what was scary.

I can't take advantage of her. I can't take advantage of her. He repeated to himself over and over in his mind, hoping a way out from her slumbering embrace would present itself. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and grinned. There was a small inrush of air as the Changeling compressed himself down into a mouse, and a distressed squeak as Raven fell on him. A small Rodent nose wormed itself out from between the Titan and the Mattress, and Beast Boy took a deep breath of air. That hadn't gone as he'd hoped. If anything, he was more stuck than before. Still, he wasn't in any immediate danger of being crushed between the soft mattress and the soft, warm body. He squeaked, and closed his eyes. This was not what he should be thinking about. He tried to think about what they should do, but he couldn't focus for obvious reasons, and he consigned himself to waiting for Raven to awaken.

Back in Jump City, Cyborg breathed out with relief. At long last, it seemed as if they were making progress. Robin looked to his friends, to the sky, to the picture of Slade, and back to his friends.

"So you're sure Slade hasn't taken over the clouds to manipulate the weather?"

"Yes."

"And you're sure he hasn't taken over the clouds to unleash clouds of acid rain at people?"

"We are certain, friend Robin."

"…Or ot hide a giant fortress in the sky?"

"Yes. Again."

Robin nodded, as much to reassure himself as his friends.

"OK…." He said dubiously. Just then, his communicator bleeped. He flipped it open and glanced at the screen.

"Titans! Trouble!" He said, assuming that from those two words of command, the others would infer the nature of the trouble and where it was being caused, and run off accordingly. The fact that it worked and they did only complicates matters, really. Robin was the last one off the roof, as Cyborg beat him to the stairs and Starfire jumped off it. He paused by the stairs, and turned to look at the sky, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm watching you…" He threatened, then turned and ran to get ready.

Far, far away from either of these locations, there was an island, devoid of human settlement. Local legends on the other nearby islands claimed the island was haunted and dangerous. The active volcano didn't help matters, either. The beaches, however, were quite exquisite, and if you were looking for somewhere out of the way to recuperate from your recent losses, you couldn't pick better. Slade reclined on his beach chair, which was made of plain steel, under his beach umbrella, which was half black, and half dull orange. He looked up at the sky, a brilliant clear blue around the island, and at the storms ravaging islands further away, sweeping in from the sea.

"Hmm…Controlling the clouds…" He murmured to himself thoughtfully, then wondered briefly how he was meant to drink his Pina Colada through the mask.

After the embarrassment on both parties had been sorted out, Beast Boy and Raven left the service station, only to find a total lack of B-Ped.

"Dude! Someone took the B-Ped!" Cried Garfield, indignant. The young man sweeping the forecourt nodded casually.

"Yep. It gone done been took by a big guy, left early. Looked scared as all hell, if y'ask me. Said somethin' bout starting a new life. He left some stuff here, so if'n you want it, you can have it. Ain't none of us who can use it, and you're heroes, so…" He shrugged laconically, and indicated that they should go around the side of the building. Garfield stalked off, intent on finding some clue that would lead him back to his B-Ped, and then stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth all but hitting the floor, the heavenly choir practically ringing in his ears. It was sleek. A dream in chrome and black.

"What is it?" Asked Raven, nonplussed.
"It's a Harley." Garfield said reverentially, as if he stood before the Holy Grail. Raven shrugged.

"A Harley Davidon VSRC Night-Rod bike…" Beast Boy breathed, kneeling down on his haunches to inspect the workings of the motorbike. "A liquid cooled, fuel injected V-Twin Revolution…Dual overhead cams, four-valve heads, two velocity stacks, 4-piston caliper brakes…" He ran a hand over the finish as if he was receiving divine blessing.

Raven had once picked up one of Beast Boy's Bike and Scooter magazines, but hadn't seen anything in it that suggested this kind of behaviour was standard. Boy's Toys, she thought, and smiled. As long as it made him happy. Beast Boy stood up slowly and deliberately. The keys were still in the ignition, and he used one of the other keys on the keyring to undo the padlock on the bike's saddlebags. He grinned savagely, and slowly pulled out a pair of sunglasses. They gleamed in the afternoon light, making the Changeling look even ore dashing in Raven's eyes. Slowly, he pulled out a black leather jacket, and pulled it on.

He had a Harley. There was an image to maintain. In the bottom of the saddlebag was a pair of sturdy leather boots, as he hoped there would be.

"Rock and roll." He said softly. He zipped up the boots, and clambered onto the bigger bike, Raven sitting behind him. He turned to the man in the forecourt.

"I'll be back." He promised. He revved the engine, and very bravely didn't scream at all when the bike roared off like a bolt of black lightning, careening across the mercilessly empty car park. The young man watched them leave, resting on his broom.

"Not something you see every day." He remarked calmly, and wandered back inside.

DC – And there we go, chapter 5. I just couldn't resist the last bit, sorry, but BB ended up with a Hell's Angel's clothes, boots, and motorcycle, how could I not? I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please remember to review. It puts a smile on my face and motivates me to continue. I actually think I'm starting to hallucinate through sleep deprivation, so I'll leave you here and say thanks for reading thus far!

Peace out,

DC