Eyes that Never Change Chapter 4: The Masks we Wear, a teen titans fanfic

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The Masks we Wear

"So..." Terra began as she started dancing with Beast Boy. "What took you guys so long?"

"Er..." Beast Boy paused, wondering if he should lie.

"Oh, it was those two girls over at the bar,"said Alexa, taking Logan's beer from him and taking a sip.

"What?" said Terra, pausing and staring and Beast Boy. "Is she serious?"

"Of course I am. I saw them myself. Redhead and girl with black hair. The redhead was dancing earlier."

"It was nothing," insisted Logan. "They were just comparing the different types of beer there were at the bar for us."

"I doubt all you talked about was beer," snapped Alexa, shoving his beer back into his hands. "I'm out of here."

"Alexa!" cried Terra. "Where are you going?"

"Away."

As she disappeared through the crowd, Terra turned to Logan.

"What kind of boyfriend are you! Go after her!"

Logan just sighed, and stared off in the direction Alexa had disappeared. This made Terra even angrier.

"Hello! Why aren't you following her? Or telling her to come back? WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING YOU BASTARD!"

"Terra!" cried Beast Boy. "Calm down!"

Terra sighed, and tried to control her anger. It was hard. She and Alexa had become good friends, since they'd both stole boys and disposed of girls in their way. They had a connection.

Logan sighed again, and downed his beer before turning around. Maybe he'd go talk to Blair.

But when he looked back at the two bar stools, they were empty.

Vvvrrrrooooooooommm. Raven and Crys pulled a tight turn and parked at the motorcycle spaces. When no one was looking, Crys cast a little spell that would only let the Mopeds work for them. Then they headed through the revolving doors.

"Hello, ladies!" said the doorman brightly as they entered the leather-and-gold covered lobby. They went straight to the elevator and pressed . When the doors opened, people flowed out and Raven and Crys quickly shut the doors before anyone else could come in. Crys pressed 26 and the elevator began ascending.

"So..." said Raven. "That was fun."

Crys grinned. "It was."

They paused for a second. Then Crus said,

"We'll have to keep these disguises on for a few days."

"What?" cried Raven. "Why?"

"Because Logan's got a tracker spell on me. I felt it when we were with him and Beast Boy. And you wear a tracker when you're in normal outfit, so sirens would go off if we changed back. Besides," Crys admired herself in the mirror-walled elevator. "I like our new looks."

While Terra was off getting a drink and blowing off steam, Beast Boy turned to Logan.

"Well that sure went well."

Logan shook his head. "It's just, like, half the time I look at her I think, how could I have picked you over Crys? So this was just coming all along. Sometimes I wish it'd come sooner," he added softly. Beast Boy sighed.

"You'll find her, dude," he said. "You share a connection."

Logan smiled softly. "Back at you. I know Raven will turn up." He looked up at the ceiling, dying for the night sky. "Just give her time."

Raven followed Crys as she ran into her room, shrieking, "Oh my god how could I forget!"

She burst through her door, Raven following her still. In the all-white room, Crys jumped on her Mac desktop (white. Shocker!) And opened a document.

"Shit shit shit...my story's due tomorrow..."

"What story?"

"I got a job. As a writer."

"Really? For what?"

"The Jump Journal. I'm the new gossip columnist. And I need a story!"

"How about the Titan's drama at Club Blue?"

Crys stared at her for a second, then her whole face lit up and she cried, "I love you!" and began furiously typing.

"So..." said Raven, taking a seat on her plush white bed. "Why did you get a job?"

"A couple reasons. One, it adds to the disguise. Two, I love to write. Three, I love to gossip."

"Is this mainly to create Blair at a full scale? To complete her?"

"Exactly." Crys hit print. "It's all part of the masks we wear."

Beast Boy sat on his top bunk. He couldn't get her our of his head.

Her silky black hair, cute tattoo he saw when she was running offstage, her lovely eyes. Eyes that reminded him of Raven, in a good way and a bad way.

He sighed. Raven. Where had she gone? To Azarath? Steel City? Her tracker was offline and it was as if she'd disappeared.

Oh, if only he knew she was right in front of his face.

Logan laid back on his bed in the bedroom the Titans had created for him.

They'd reunited with Starfire, Robin and Cyborg and decided to come home. Beast Boy had gone straight to his room, and Cyborg had muttered, "It's as if he's replacing Raven in her habits..."

Logan had never met Raven. He'd seen pictures, and heard stories, and seen Beast Boy's pain over her disappearance. More like abandonment, though. The entire Tower seemed to dislike Terra just a little bit, because it was because over her Raven was gone. Logan could feel it.

And he could feel his own pain over Crys.

He groaned, sighed and left his room. He went upstairs and went to the roof, laid on his back and looked at the stars.

He loved the stars. There were none in Zone 23, but he and Crys had a library with a whole section about stars that they'd curl up and read for hours. It was one of his favorite things about Earth and the Milky Way–no, it was his very favorite.

He looked up at the sky, naming constellations. And he wish that it was tomorrow, so he could see Blair again. God, Blair reminded him so much of Crys. Enough to numb the pain that the girl he'd loved since he was a little kid when they were best friends, training together, was gone and no matter how many search spells and tracker spells he conducted, and how much he searched, she was gone.

And the worst part was, she wasn't dead. She was avoiding him. And that was just as painful as death, because it was obvious she wouldn't be returning anytime soon.

He fell asleep, stars for a blanket and tears for an eye mask.

The next day arrived to fast for Raven. As she pushed back her new, long hair (it was so weird having this long, pretty, silky hair) hair and put on her glossy royal purple motorcycle helmet and followed Crys to Club Blue on her Moped. She was so nervous to see Beast Boy again, it was sickening...but in a good way. It was kind of nice.

She admired the darkening, star sprinkled sky as she felt the cool wind against her face. Raven had never felt so...normal before, like she really belonged.

But in a way, her past haunted the shadows of her eyes. If you looked really, really close, you could see it. But it kind of made her more intriguing. And that just made her look a little less like who she really was.

Crys could hear Raven's Moped behind her, but the wind made her seem much, much farther away than reality. Crys loved that feeling, of wind in her hair and darkening sky engulfing her. God, it was a great feeling.

It reminded her of when she used to race Logan in the middle of the night because they were restless. She could hear his wings behind her, the steady beat, speeding up to catch her...then he'd have a burst of speed and tackle her, midair and they'd go crashing to the ground. Usually water, because they lived in a water city. A city with pinpricks of land, the large ones used for community buildings. Water for streets, and waterhovers from cars. Waterhovers hover over water and can go at the speed at which you lean; lean way forward you go forward at a very fast speed, or stand still and the board pulls to a stop, etc.

She pulled up into the parking lot and locked her Moped. When Raven joined her, they headed into the club.

Today, Crys had a plan. And it was for Raven, to help her with the Terra issue.

And it was beyond perfect.

Beast Boy was dancing with Terra, trying to act cool and normal, but her was way nervous. Rachel was coming back tonight, and he couldn't wait to see her. The corner of his eye was always on the door, waiting.

Finally it opened and he could just see a flash of red hair. Blair's heels made her an inch or two taller than Rachel, so she was easier to see. He saw them backing a beeline for the bar, and took a shortcut there through the crowd (they were going along the wall). He found two empty seats in the same place as last night. The bartender walked over to him.

Logan pointed at the two girls who were trying to get through the crowd. "What did they order last night?"

"Shirley Temple and a Irish tea," said the bartender gruffly.

"Then that's what I'll have," he replied.

The bartender handed him the drinks as Blair spotted him. She smiled, and walked over to him. She slid into one of the seats and took her drink from his hand. "Hey, stranger," she said sweetly.

Rachel pulled into the seat next took her and Logan passed her her drink. "Thanks," she said. Taking a sip, she scanned the room. "Where's Beast Boy?" she asked.

Logan nodded towards where Beast Boy and Terra were dancing. "He hasn't seen you yet, and Terra's not going to let him go tonight," he said.

Rachel sighed, and took another sip of her drink. "I knew he had a girlfriend," she said sadly, but you could hear the hardness in her voice. She was hurt.

Logan decided he'd better spill or Beast Boy would lose her, fast. "Look, he really likes you, and he's just not sure how to break it to Terra," he explained. "The more he tries to pull away, the harder she holds on."

Crys decided it was the perfect timing to put her plan into action. With Raven now wondering what to do if Terra wasn't going anywhere, the stage was set.

She put down her drink and took Raven's out of her hands. "Go dance with him. And get Terra over here; I'll keep her occupied." She turned to Logan. "Help us?"

Logan smiled down on her and said, "of course." He walked over to Beast Boy and Terra, while Raven tried to blend in with the crowd.

Soon enough, Terra made a beeline for the bar and the only open seat, which was the seat Raven had abandoned. She saw Raven walk over to Beast Boy, and then Terra appeared, and Crys sprang into action.

"Beer," she said to the bartender, and turned to Terra. "Hi," she said, sticking out her hand.

Terra shook it, reluctantly. "Who're you?" she asked.

"A friend," she replied, handing her the beer. Terra took a long swig–exactly what Crys had been hoping for.

"Trouble on your mind?" she asked kindly, pretending she cared (and didn't know the answer).

Terra nodded, and drank another mouthful of beer before turning to Crys. "Beast Boy met this girl last night, and he's pretending he doesn't like her, but you can so tell he does. Bitch. He barely pays attention to me, and all tonight he's been distracted. By her, obviously."

She polished off her beer and Crys ordered another one. When people are drunk, they talk. And when they talk, Crys gets a story.

"It's like Raven all over again, except this girl obviously isn't so hard to get. I mean, I got rid of Raven so this would quit happening. But look, there are Ravens everywhere."

As she drank more beer, Crys repeated, "you got rid of Raven?" as though she was clueless.

Terra laughed, nearly finished with her second beer and slurring her words, not noticing the trouble she was getting herself into. "Totally. I purposely teased Raven until her powers went off. Luckily, they crumbled the wall behind me, making it look like she attacked me. It was perfect–I got her thrown out of Titan's Tower."

Terra didn't see Crys writing her every word down on a cocktail napkin, or she didn't care. Crys dared a look at Beast Boy and Raven–Terra was chugging the remains of her beer–and saw them dancing and talking with sweet smiles on their faces. As Terra yelled at the bartender for another beer, Crys said, "gotta go," picking up her Shirley Temple. Terra just waved her hand, impatient for another beer.

Drunkard slut.

Crys snuck up behind Logan before swinging an arm around him. "Hey," she said, taking a sip of her drink.

"Hey," he gave her a light kiss on the cheek that made her blush. "Where's your girlfriend?" she asked, a cocky smile on her lips.

He returned the smile. "Gone," he said. "For good."

Crys felt like this was the best night ever as Logan kissed her again.

I know, it took me forever. But I've been grounded–be mad at my insane parents. I'm still grounded, but snuck on. And this is not the end, people–I've got LOTS more to go! please review and I'll love you!