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X: Where the hell are we?

Malchior: cimple's current living quarters, whoa! What the hell was that?

Rorek: (rolls eyes) It's just Francesca.

Malchior: (growls at the mewing nightstalker) Now I'm beginning to see why X despisers her so.

Raven: Shut up and look for cimple, she has a lot of explaining to do.

Rorek: Yeah, Malchior.

Malchior: Shut up.

X: YO! CIMPLE! WHERE ARE YOU!

Malchior: Come out, come out where ever you are.

Raven: You know, when you say that, it's just creepy.

(Silence, then something rustles in the sliding door closet that's cracked open. Francesca peers in and mewed loudly, pushing the door open to reveal a hiding cimple)

Me: Shit! (makes a dash for the door)

X: Get her!

Rorek Tie her down!

Malchior: Raven! Get the keyboard!

Raven: Got it!

Me: NO! NONONONONONO! Not me! No! Please let me go, don't make me do this I don't know how!

X: Think we give a damn? Now start explaining to your viewers, they need answers!

Me: … But … but … but …

Rorek: No excuses, type!

Me: (cornered) Alright … um … let's see … how do I do this again?

Raven: Just get to it already!

Me: Okay, okay, okay … um … okay … (clears throat and cracks fingers, the whimpers as she begins) I've never done this before … so … yeah … bear with me.

evilsangel: Since your review was the longest I guess I'll start with you … um … about my school work – tough one, because you see I moved like so close to the end of school, so I'm struggling with almost all my subjects. So I very – VERY – much appreciate your help, but I don't want to seem like such a burden, plus I got my dad to mooch off, thank you so much for being so concerned about me, but I think I can deal. I think … (shrugs) Thanks for your loyalty! And about who snuffed out the candle, I kind a figured that when she plopped on the bed she snuffed it out herself. Get it? Hope so.

Last Haven: (squeals in fright) AH! I know, I know, I know, I'm terribly at grammar and spelling, please forgive these hands that dare sully such a story that you find to your liking. Honestly girl, I try, I really do! But I can't help my scatterbrain to mix up "presence" with "present", as well as with "waist" and "waste. So forgive, forgive! However, besides all the groveling, I'd like to thank you for trying to help me out, cause hey, isn't that what we writers are meant to so on these review buttons? Help each other out. So thank you!

Pixie: (I'm just gonna call you Pixie cuz' it's easier, kay?) Not quite sure what you mean by your question, but I think the Nile Riveis what you're talking about in Egypt. Or did I make another mistake? Crap! Thank you for staying with me!

Delirium: - right back at'cha, thanks for staying with me.

All My Viewers: Hugs and kisses all around people! And I hope you don't mind, btu this was like my first time I've ever done anything like this before. So if I screwed up your names, sorry! Thank you all!

Me: There! Happy! I did it!

Rorek: Much better, now we can get on with the story.

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Conversational Truth

Early … too early for most.

Raven had awakened and went into the kitchen to make her self a cup of tea, it was the only thing she could think of in order to warm her shivering body. Dressed in long dark blue sweat pants with a single white strip going down the side of her left leg and her name written in beautiful calligraphy, and another long sleeved hooded blouse. Yet this one matched her pants, dark blue in color with her name written across her back in the same calligraphy style, her raven symbol patched on her upper left arm and the Teen Titan patched on her upper right arm.

The suit was a gift from Starfire on Christmas.

She did the same with all the other Titans – and she means ALL the Titans.

Different colors and styles of course, but the same nevertheless.

Although, enough of the reminiscing, Raven sighed when she realized that her tea wasn't going to happen. The power was cut out with no hope of it coming back until the antenna was fixed and they bought a new generator. Scowling she shook her head and walked over to the bay window of the Ops Room. Up the stairs and to the wide spread glass she looked out to the gloomy morning. The storm had passed, leaving the city in a depressed looking state of gray colors. The waves were calm, the sea was smooth … everything looked still … everything in the tower was quiet … in fact … it sounded almost dead.

Like a funeral had taken place and the eerie silence left behind was all that could be felt. A chill down her spine, wrapping her arms around herself she concentrated on getting the cold feeling to go down, Stupid Malchior, making me blow out the generator. Raven scowled softly at the thought, but the blush on her face betrayed her true feelings. It was damn near impossible to control the aching pain in her gut whenever she thought of it … of him … it was frightening actually. She was scared of the feeling that was allowed to flow when Malchior came into the picture.

Reason?

She didn't know how it'll work or what could happen.

At times she could just be so pissed off at him and want so bad to strangle him because … well … because he was him! Then on the other hand because of what she hated about him she loved him for it. There was just that something she couldn't get her finger on, but whenever he touched her, spoke to her, and held her … the thing she couldn't get her finger on felt just right and answered. He made her feel … that was the number one point of her attraction to him … he just had that one thing she couldn't ignore and brought out a totally different side of her.

Where he was confident in most things she wasn't, how he dared to argue with her and defy her "evil-eye", hell the way he just couldn't take a damn hint back in her room! When he came to her instead of walked away to leave her in her misery. Raven knew why she loved him … but she was just scared whenever that stomach wrenching feeling twisted her gut and her heart at once. It was strong … too strong for her to handle she feared.

Things within the room started the rumble.

Dishes in the sink started to rattled threatening to crack with the pressure she was putting on them.

The feeling was returning just with the thought of the dragon! Her heart raced, her face heated … gulping Raven closed her eyes it was frightening. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthous. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthous. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthous. Azarath … she took a deep breath and continued her mantra until she started to feel at ease. The feeling in her gut was diminishing and she was relaxing her heart back into a steady beat.

Yet … it would seem that her efforts were wasted when she felt him enter the Ops Room, "Well, well, well … I had a feeling I'd find my sweet Raven up at such an early hour. I trust you're well?"

"Malchior …" she breathed and closed her eyes, cursing him with everything in her blood after she had just relaxed her fear to! Turning around to glare and snap a witting replay at his ungodly entrance. Raven would soon learn to keep on her toes about the dragon when he suddenly silenced her with a swift kiss that caught her completely off guard.

When he pulled away he still held her close and smirked at her lost expression, "Morning love."

After regaining her sense, Raven pulled herself from his grasp and glared warningly at him, looking around to see if any of the Titans, Rorek, or Kenneth were out she hissed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

As if it was the most obvious thing in the world he shrugged and answered completely clueless, "Kissing you and greeting you good-morning. What? Is it a crime?"

Raven sneered and walked away from him, "It should be."

Passed him and away from the bay window, Raven sighed exasperated when Malchior wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Hugging her from behind he purred and whispered in her ear, "Don't be so scared love, no one's up but you and me for the moment."

His hot breath sent a chill down her spine, goose bumps formed all over again when he kissed her cheek and moved down, then back up. Raven closed her eyes and found words impossible to form when that something rose up in her gut and spread through out her body. Suddenly the chilling cold from the Ops Room vanished and a strange heat swept over her. She knew what it was, and it grew stronger with every kiss he planted on her as he turned her to face him. Wanting so bad to taste her once more, Malchior growled a low whine when she directed her head to rest on his shoulder. Saying nothing, as she stared off into the abyss, loosing herself in her own thoughts.

Malchior tried to see what it was she was feeling on her face, but she was at the wrong angle. Sighing, he shook his head and asked humorously, "What's going on in that little mind of yours again, Raven? Nothing too strenuous I hope."

She was afraid, that's what was going on.

Raven sucked in a deep breath and pulled away from him for the last time, calling back over her shoulder, "It's nothing."

"Nothing huh?" Malchior tisked and walked down from the bay window after Raven, "then why do you run from me."

It was more a statement then a question, and Raven stopped to turn and glare at Malchior, a soft scowl on her face as she growled, "You can't have everything your way."

Malchior scoffed, "Neither can you."

Raven gritted her teeth, he was pissing her off again, why the hell did he have to be so damn smug about everything! So confident and sure that he can do and get anything. It made her so mad that it wasn't funny … yet only to Malchior it was funny, because she was so cute whenever he got a rise out of her. Granted not all the time, but he just loved the play of emotions on her face. Just mere glances at every emotion she shot him with made him all the more longing to see what else she had in store for him. She huffed and rolled her eyes, "I don't even know why I put up with you."

He chuckled and sauntered towards her and with every step he took closer to her he said, "I'm charming … I'm handsome … I'm a creature of power … you're enchanted with me … you can't explain your fascination … plus … and I think you'll like this part …" Raven stilled and watched him with narrowed eyes as he slid up to her side and slithered a clawed hand over her stomach to pull her against him once more. His metallic black eyes that shined a strange gray, she noticed, when the light hit it at just the right angle … like now. His fangs poking from the corner of her lips as he leaned down close, looming over her, threatening to kiss her as he whispered softly with a tempting tone. "… I'm all yours to keep and do with as you please. No matter the rules of Favorites love."

He kissed her and Raven responded in kind, he dared another and she still didn't pull away, yet asked strongly and curiously, "What's a favorite?"

Malchior blinked at the sudden question, then laughed softly, moving her so his hands was resting dangerously upon her tail bone as he grinned, "Dragon Lesson's 101 my dear, the term Favorite is used when a dragon of any gender takes a human as a servant … or more like a companion, depends on how you see it. The human is usually a young beautiful maiden that'll cater and in general emotionally spoil her master until the dragon finds him or her self becoming too attached to the human and releases them before relationships are formed. The Favorite is usually willing to become a dragon's companion … and just the same willing to leave. That's a Favorite."

Raven hmmed in thought and looked up at Malchior, "So when did this favorite thing accrue?"

"When it was impossible for us dragons to show emotions," Malchior answered with a kiss, "but as you can see," another kiss, "it's not so hard where I'm concerned."

"I guess you just like to go against the rules then," Raven sighed and shook her head with a small barely noticeable smile – not a sneer or a smirk – a smile pass her lips. "You're impossible."

Malchior gave a look of shock and amusement then chuckled, "Looked in the mirror lately?"

Raven scowled, "Don't even go there with me."

"So let me get this straight," Raven gasped and pulled away from Malchior as fast as she could when she heard Kenneth's voice echoing down the door and clearing up as he entered the Ops Room, Malchior sniffed the air and realized he was talking to Rorek. Neither sounded very pleased with their discussion as Kenneth burst through the doors with Rorek following behind him, "Your little gargoyle buddy Bryson calls you in the middle of the night, tells you that some kind of business your in is in trouble from a hostile take over by the meanest bad-ass in Jump City, and you're afraid that Robin's going to throw us in prison … am I right so far?"

Rorek sighed and rolled his eyes exasperatedly, "Kenneth, you're missing the point, what I'm ask you to do is –"

"Nonononono – NO! You can shut up, that's what you can do, because I'm not finish talking here." Kenneth growled and turned to face the wizard as they stood in the middle of the Ops Room, his amber eyes blazing over in a new found rage, "Okay, so what if Robin's going to throw us in prison I can bust us out, no problem, there's nothing I can't do there … but what I'm missing here is the part where you want me to help you start shit with a fucking lunatic that goes around in a fucking Jason Halloween Mask terrorizing the goddamned city. And let's not forget getting his kicks off fighting with a bunch of super-ass-hero-tight-wearing-morons!"

"Kenneth shut up!" Rorek cursed, "Do you want everyone in the goddamn bloody Tower to hear you!"

"Let them hear me, cause Slade's Robin's beef, not mine." Kenneth scoffed and turned around to notice that they had an audience. Even Rorek looked up and shook his head cursing and stomping his foot on the ground when he saw Raven glaring suspiciously at him.

Rorek growled, "Damn it Kenneth, I told you to shut your fucking mouth!"

"Hey! What's your trip?" Kenneth spun around, "She's a Titan remember? Heroes always got their ways to figure us out."

Raven scowled, "Yeah, like I had Robin tell me the truth about who you really are Rorek Aiedail."

Malchior rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Love, his name isn't Aiedail, so stop referring to him with such high honor. It's Rorek Diejah, that's his true name."

"Diejah?" Raven repeated thoughtfully.

Rorek growled at Malchior's smug appearance, "One of these days dragon, one of these days …" he threatened, and Kenneth looked on to Raven wondering if she knew Rorek … because the way she paused seemed like she had something to say.

She did as her violet eyes looked up repeating once more as if to be sure of what she heard, "Diejah? You mean … the family that's now related to the Royals of Azarath?"

Kenneth snorted, "Here we go again with royalty, I'm sick of rich people already."

Malchior snickered, "Ironic considering you are a prince of elves by blood no matter if there is going to be a new government."

"Go to hell Malchior, go straight to hell," Kenneth obviously still didn't like the idea of himself being a prince, so whenever it was brought it up he'd get annoyed.

Meanwhile Rorek shrugged, "I wouldn't know, the last time I've been home I heard my brother had married into the advisory counsel of Azarath and that was a long time ago."

"Whoa!" Kenneth pulled back, "You had a brother?"

Rorek answered dismissively, "4 years younger then myself, yes. Now how would you know the Diejah family … are they still alive?"

Raven nodded and answered as if it was the more obviously thing in the world, "Of course, as I said, they married into Azarian Royalty and are still placed at high rank till now … I – along with my mother were guests at the Palace requested by Prince Miles himself, Frazen Diejah is his uncle by cousin to the mother's side."

Kenneth's head was reeling, "Shit! Is everyone in this damn world related to one another?"

Malchior was seething, "A Prince requested your stay at the Palace … why?"

Raven raised a brow at Malchior's sudden aura spike, by emotion she could feel him getting angry about something, but she just couldn't place on what as she shrugged and nodded, "Yes … and I believe because we were friends."

Kenneth raised a brow, "You had friends?"

"Is it so hard to believe?" Raven sneered quite offended by the question, snorting at the human she shook her head and scoffed, "But we're veering off subject … what were you and Kenneth talking about Rorek, I heard Slade in the mix and I know I wasn't hearing things so don't think I'm dumb."

"I never suggested such a thing," Rorek sighed dejectedly and glanced from her to Malchior, then to Kenneth and back to her finding that there was just no way out of his predicament. Running his fingers through his messy white mane he cleared his throat, "Well … since Robin – by the way how did Robin find me out?"

"Old fashion research," she answered dismissively.

Rorek nodded, "Alright … well … Slade's trying to take over my work and is threatening to kill Bryson and myself if I don't hand over my job. You see … I don't know what Robin had told you … but I guess I might as well tell you the full truth. I'm what many might call the Weapon Master. Through the centuries I've been thriving, the Queen was only half of my earnings, before she ever appointed me Prince, however, I've been smuggling weapons of war for those idiotic countries that can't seem to get the hint that more blood shed is never the case. So since the birth of super-villains and superheroes I've expanded my horizons and I guess became the favorite therefore I know many allies … but even double that of enemies."

"And right now, I think he's on Slade's shit list," Kenneth said with a frown that quickly turned into a scowl as he glared at the distant Rorek, "because he wants me to be his right hand man to go visit the guy tomorrow night at the old frickin' clock tower at the south edge of Jump City!"

Rorek shook his head again, "I already told you, I don't want you to go after him, I just want you to trip up the alarm and send the Titans there to make certain that Slade continue with any devious plot to kill me. He doesn't even know we're living in Titan Tower much less know the alias you use to be."

Raven scowled, "Do you know how much sleep Robin looses every time Slade comes into the picture? I'm still a Titan here, forget, I still can and maybe even will tell about your little plot."

"You can't," Rorek almost seemed like he was begging when he said the two words of doubt breathlessly leave his lips.

Malchior looked from one another, but snapped his head up to the right catwalk of the Tower and glared, "Put the conversation on hold because we're not alone anymore."

"Shit," Kenneth ran to the couch, jumped over it and laid on the cushion quickly taking out the iPod he was fiddling with last night and plugging it into his ear. He laid back and relaxed, Rorek caught the idea and made a dash for the kitchen pretending to look for food. Raven called upon a book in the room and phased it through the walls into her hands, opened it and began to read it as she flew over the Ops Room to the bay window. Leaving Malchior to walk up to Kenneth and look over the couch down to the human … all this happened in a matter of seconds as Robin finally made his presences known.

The Titan raised a masked brow and eyed the four cautiously, glancing at his watch as if to be sure that the time he got up wasn't later then the usual. It was 7:30 … about the right time he got up when he felt like being lenient on his schedule. So either Malchior, Rorek, and Kenneth liked to wake up early or something went down before he entered. Yet he hated to assume that when he saw Raven at her usual spot at the bay window reading one of her books. However … it was just hard for him to shake that suspicious feeling in his gut.

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Boring chapter, yes, I know. All talk, but hey! At least you figured out Rorek's real last name … hmm … wonder how that'll play out in Azarath … especially since he seems to be the big secret holding other then Malchior.

(gasps!) You don't think that Rorek could be worse than Malchior could he? Hmm … there's something to think about. The wizard with the charming smile that hides in the background … what could be there in store for him within the dark corners of my overly exaggerate imagination. Find out l8er daez!