He stood there at the base of a stone statue, Terra's stone statue, looking up from underneath a rain-drenched hood, his emerald green eyes shimmering vibrantly in the low lighting contrasted against the darkness of the cavern. From his pocket on the front of the black hooded sweatshirt he wore, he brandished the device, the very same device that was designed for just this purpose. He studied it, as if he were deep in thought, as if what he was to do could change the rest of his life.

"This doesn't feel right," he quietly said to himself, "I know Raven's been gone for only a mere week, I still miss her greatly. Part of me says I'm doing this to fill a void she left, another says I'm doing it because it is what I truly want, and yet another part says to do it because in this situation, Raven would wish it for me. The very same collection of emotions that are telling me these things are also telling me that out there, somewhere, somehow, some way, one I am unable to explain, nor comprehend, but Raven is alive, I can feel it to my very core, but the others just think I'm in denial, maybe they should look in a mirror lately, I mean, Starfire does nothing but constant mourning, even taking some kind of medication to calm herself down. Cyborg and Robin have been hitting the bottles hard all week, that's all they have been doing since they are of legal age now, I mean, I'm the only one that isn't trying to drown my pains away, I want to face them head on, because I know she's out there, and I will find her."

Beast Boy lowered his hood with his free hand, still studying the device that had a faint red glow to it, caused by the liquid Xenothium inside of it.

"Terra was always there for me as well, even if I really didn't need it, she was there, and she too, sacrificed herself to save us as well as the city. I can't compare the two to one another, I mean, I love both of them, but one one way, the other in a completely different fashion, it's hard to explain, even to myself. They both would understand the predicament I'm in, and both would probably say to do what my heart tells me to do."

He took several steps forward to Terra's fossilized form, running his hand across the raised letters on the plaque that bore the forever standing message:

TERRA,


A TEEN TITAN,

A TRUE FRIEND.

"I though all was lost for you, Terra, I had finally been able to put what horrors that happened to you behind me, but this opportunity seems to be bringing up not the bad, but the good that you managed to spread about upon all of us during your brief stay. You were our friend, and nothing would ever change that. You have missed out on a lot since this happened to you though, I mean, its been what? Six or seven years? We all grew up, all of us adults now, hell, I'm surprised that we are still together as a team, especially after something tragic like this. Terra, I will do what my heart is telling me to do right now, right at this very moment."

Beast Boy took the device, and deactivated it, putting it back into his pocket, content upon his face.

"You will grace the Earth once more, Terra," he stated, looking into her granite eyes, "but for now, I must do what my heart is telling me, and it is telling me to wait for the one I truly love, it is telling me that my true love is out there, whether it be near or far, she is out there, and she will return, someday."

He raised his hood once more, beginning to walk away, stopping, turning to face that statue one last time at a distance. He looked for several seconds, as if he were taking the elegant sight in for a lasting impression, knowing that he would be awaiting Raven, and wouldn't return here for some time, but he would return. It felt as if he were just trying to replace Raven, especially so soon after the tragic event, and his true feelings led him to that explaination of that event.

"I will give it one year," he said to himself, stepping out into the rain, going down the worn path that led back to civilization. "I will give Raven one year, and hopefully, hopefully she returns to us, especially me. After that, I must face the hard facts, and I will return to this place and give Terra what she deserves most out of all of us: Life."

Beast Boy finally returned to the Tower, only to find it in disarry, many tasks hadn't been completed in the wake of Raven's death, as if they were letting the place go to shambles. He kicked through debris and litter upon the floor, making his way through the central room to find all three of his teammates. Robin and Cyborg appeared to be hungover from earlier that day, trying to plan out what was to be Raven's memorial, making those fresh wounds just widen that much deeper at times. Starfire sat on the couch, crying, as she had been doing all day, every day for the past several days at that, she looked awful. Everything Beast Boy saw angered him, how they all gave up basically, they hadn't responded to a call all week, the public still didn't know of Raven's death, as if time had stopped within the walls of the Tower. Robin, out of all, angered him the most, their fearless leader, broken down to almost nothing, especially after all the obstacles he had overcame. Cyborg hadn't worked on a single thing around the Tower or in the garage, even letting many things start to get out of hand, especially overloading the power grid frequently, something that he would normally take care of on the spot. He found Cyborg scanning threw idea after idea for what he was to do in remembrence of Raven, which wasn't helping his situation any, for him and Robin as well. Starfire stared off into space, motionless, just watching what was taking place outside the walls of the Tower, remebering anything that had to do with Raven, and breaking into an uncontrollable state of crying that lasted for quite some time, then she would repeat this said process nearly all day. Just as Beast Boy passed the table Cyborg and Robin were seated at, they were conversing.

"We can't use that, man," Cyborg critizied an idea Robin picked out, running his hand down his face, fatigue showing, "we've already been through all the reasons why."

"Why not? It's better than anything that you've came up with," Robin retorted, pointing to several ideas he had strewn about in front of him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He defended, "Just cause it isn't up to your standards doens't mean it isn't any worse than what you've got."

"I'm in charge, you're second in charge, what I say goes," Robin snapped back, both of their arguments being fueled by anger.

"Who made you boss anyways?" Cyborg stated bodly, "you aren't fit to lead us."

Robin's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing with anger.

"What makes you think you could do a better job than I could?" he hastily questioned.

"For starters, I'd see to it that we didn't lose members," Cyborg's rage ignited, his mind actually being spoken.

Beast Boy doubled up his fists, holding himself back from doing anything he'd regret.

"You and I both know this isn't my fault," Robin defended.

"How s-"

"ENOUGH!" Beast Boy screamed, slamming his fists into the table, breaking the edge off of it, getting everyone's attention, causing complete silence to take over.

"What the hell is wrong with you! All of you! All of you make me sick!" He ranted, directing into Robin and Cyborg's general direction, but Starfire was just as much at fault. "This is ridiculous! How can you act this way in the wake of Raven's death, I mean, it is just disgusting. Especially you two, you of all people, do you think this is how Raven wants to be remembered, by petty bickering and arguing amongst one another. Constant mourning is just as bad as well, Raven would want us to move one as soon as we could and not dwell on her passing longer than be needed. Do you think she wants to be remembered by us not doing our jobs, by letting crime run rampant throughout the city while we sit here and do nothing but feel sorry for ourselves? No, Raven would want us out there, doing what we do best, even in her absence. She'd want to be remebered as an honorable warrior for justice, and honored by the very same genre, us. Do I see that right now? No, all I see is broken-down people who have nothing better to do than to blame themselves for nothing they had control over. The sooner you realize that, the better off you will be. If anyone should feel the way you do, it should be me. I lost something more than any of you did. Raven was more than a friend, she was more than family, she was my love, the love of my life, and I am never going to experience the feelings I have for her now. Raven would tell me it be best to move on, and I am trying, oh God, it is very challenging, but I am trying, unlike you, any of you. I don't give a damn as how you react to this, but all I know is that if the city calls for the Titans, they are going to get at least one of them, and that's going to be me, because I know what I need to do and what my priorities are."

Once again, silence was all that was heard in the room, B.B.'s vicious stare darting back and forth from his guilty companions.

"So what's it going to be?" He badgered, demanding an answer, "turn into nobodies or continuing what we were born to do, and truly honor Raven to the fullest extent?"

Cyborg studied his hands, then he used those hands to push all of the work that he and Robin had been slaving away at off the table.

"For once, Garfield, you're right, you're damn right," he quietly stated, nodding, guilt still visible.

Robin nodded as well, rubbing his temples with his gloved hand. He turned to see Starfire with a minute smile upon her face, her first all week, knowing that it was time.

"What shall we do, friend Beast Boy?" She managed, still choking on her most recent tears.

He turned to Cyborg, motioning for him to get up. He did so, Beast Boy resting his hand on his shoulder.

"You know the Tower needs your TLC, don't you, Cy?" he inquired, motioning all around the room, even pointing to the failing lights above.

"Yeah, I'll get to work on that," he replied, nodding, making his way to the utility area of the Tower in the lower levels.

"And you, Robin, I'm sure we need to re-establish all of our communication links with the city," Beast Boy yet again gave an order in disguise.

Robin nodded as well, knowing that B.B. was trying to help them through their time of need.

"Starfire, isn't that Tamerainian Friendship holiday coming up soon?" he questioned, turning to her.

Her face ignited into a grin.

"Yes, it is, friend, it is only a mere," she counted on her hand, "three Earth days away, why do you ask?"

"We need you to get started on some decorations, maybe a game or two, hey, I might be brave enough to try some of your cooking," Beast Boy joked, getting a small giggle out of her.

She majestically floated down her hallway, Beast Boy giving her something to do that would take her mind off of the passing of Raven. It felt great to be in charge for a moment, but he knew he wasn't a leader, but he did now that they all needed to get a jump-start back into action again. Things seemed to be normal for a second, the only exception was Raven, but she would never be forgotten, and they all knew that. Beast Boy picked up several of the sketches Robin and Cyborg had managed to come up with, the memorial that would be placed on the island, one besides the statue similar to Terra's in the Hall of Titans in one of the lowest floors on the Tower. Only Terra was currently inducted, but an area would soon be made for Raven as well.

"Some of these ain't half bad," he thought to himself, "but I think we can do better. I'll give it some time before we all sit down and do this, maybe allow some of these emotional wounds to heal, making a little easier to accomplish."