Dedication: Can you guess? Bunnysquirrel!

Disclaimer: I still do not own Teen Titans

"So what do we do about Raven?" Beast Boy asked.

"And Rose," Cyborg added.

"First off: what do we know about the two of them?" Robin asked.

"Well they're twins," Starfire said.

"Rose did something Raven didn't like. Rose regrets what she did. Raven hates Rose," Sunfire stated.

"Not much to go on," Cyborg noted.

"So what do we do?" Beast Boy asked.

"We try to find out what happened," Robin said.

Raven was sitting in her room, meditating, trying to forget her strange dream. What did that woman mean by when she said something bad would happen? This was all too much. First Rose comes, now that dream. There was a knock at the door. She got up and went to it.

"What?"

"Raven I wish to know what Rose did that was so horrible," Starfire said.

"It's nothing."

"Well if it is nothing, why is it bugging you so much?"

"Starfire, I'm fine!"

"You don't seem fine," Starfire said.

"I'm fine," Raven said before going back into her room.

"Raven, don't go! Don't leave me!" a 13-year-old Rose said, sobbing.

"Rose, I have to," Raven said.

"Why?"

"You know my prophecy! Maybe if I go out and do good things nothing will happen!"

"Let me come with you!" Rose pleaded.

"Rose, you can't. You wouldn't last."

"You're right," Rose said crumpling to the floor.

Raven went over to her and peered into her face. "Listen to me, Rose," she said, "You'll be fine without me."

"N-no I won't!"

"Yes, I have faith that you will be fine," Raven said soothingly.

"No I won't! Raven, I'm not strong like you! You're my only friend! I need you!" Rose said through tears.

"Others need me too! You still have my courage, right?"

Rose nodded.

"Keep that with you and you will always have a part of me," Raven said. "Be strong for me." Raven got up and turned to leave.

"Raven, you'll always love me, right?" Rose asked, giving Raven a hug.

"Of course."

Rose had tears in her eyes as she sat and remembered the horrible day Raven left Azarath. It was probably one of the least favorite memories she had. Tears flooded down her face as she curled up on her bed.
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