Hello again! Thanks go to my reviewers, and to my Document Manager for not gagging on this chapter. I'm proud to say there will be a spike in fluff at the end of this chapter, but please read the whole thing.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to Teen Titans or Magic: the Gathering. Death and the Death of Rats are the intellectual property of Terry Pratchett. I do not own them or any other characters or natural forces of the Discworld series. Also, credit goes to Farther's "Lessons in Ordinary" for the design of "Normal Raven." I do, however, own a Tidespout Tyrant card. He unmakes the world in his own image. So cool!

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While Raven was trying to figure out exactly how squirrels would help the situation, the Mox Jet took advantage of her distracted state to regain control. Her eyes returned to an eldritch shade of indigo, and, guided by the black Mox, she intoned "Sohtniz Noirtem Htaraza!" Once the final bizarre syllable was pronounced, black spikes erupted from Raven's back, piercing Beast Boy's hands, legs, and chest. She turned to watch his look of shock as he slipped off of her and into the bay.

At first, a look of sadistic triumph was plastered across the darkling's face. Slowly, however, a new emotion took its place. Slowly, many of the eyes adorning Raven's head dimmed and shut, and her face, though still bordered by demonic flesh, changed back into one recognizable as human. Then something even more human happened to the floating figure. She began to cry.

"Beast Boy…" she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks and irritating the eyes around her neck. As the shapeshifter's limp body hit the water with a splash, the tears began to truly flood out. "NOOOOOO!" Raven cried; anguish permeating the scream. She looked at her hands, shocked to behold dusky, scaled claws where her human extremities usually lay. "What's happened to me?" she muttered. She then looked around in horror. Apparently, when Beast Boy hit the water, he was following the Go-Bot's example. 'We only use that thing in extreme emergencies,' she thought, 'was I dangerous enough for that kind of last-ditch tactic?"

My dear, the Jet oozed, if you would be so kind as to give me the reins again? This lack of death and suffering is honestly getting somewhat boring.

Raven at last looked down, to the source of the oily psychic voice. The black Mox was around her neck, shining with a negative aura as it poured dark energy into her. "This is horrible," she said, astonished by the destruction around her.

I agree, the black jewel replied. Less shock and appall, more with the killing of things!

"Shut up." The return of Raven's normal face apparently came with her classic monotone.

My dear, the Jet began, I'm afraid we're stuck with one ano-

Raven grabbed the gem with one claw, pulled, broke the chain, and tossed the artifact aside. "I said 'shut up.'"

Even in thought, the Doppler effect could be heard as the Mox Jet cried Impossible! before hitting the beach at the foot of Titans Tower.

"Beast Boy." Raven repeated. Who knew how long he'd been injured while she had been making small talk with a piece of jewelry? As her body started shedding its more demonic accoutrements, her mind reached out, searching for a familiar presence. She could barely sense the changeling, his life almost totally extinguished. Frantically, she mentally plucked him from the sea and on to the shore, rocketing to his side in the process, not noticing her flight was becoming less telekinetic and more gravitational.

Raven's landing was little more than a dignified crash. She ignored this and rushed to Beast Boy's side, summoning as much healing power as she could muster, but no blue glow came to her hands. "What?" Raven's question was answered as her skin tone changed before her eyes, going from a familiar ashen gray to a pale peach. Looking up, she could just see that her hair had changed shade from half-demon purple to a distressingly human brown. "No!" she exclaimed. "The stupid Mox tapped out my powers!" Beast Boy's breathing, already shallow, began to grow desperate and irregular. Raven laid her face in his bleeding chest, weeping, "I'm sorry Gar. I'm so sorry" over and over.

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"H-hello?" Beast Boy called nervously. He had every reason to be unnerved. He stood in an ominous room. A huge grandfather clock with a pendulum Poe would've been proud of ticked with deep resonating sounds. The face gave no time, but read "Too Late," and the entire structure made the shapeshifter regret every alarm clock he ever smashed. The room seemed at once restrictively small and staggeringly enormous. The only thing that gave the slightest sense of normalcy was an umbrella stand near the point he was standing. Beast Boy looked at it, desperate for any sort of familiar object.

Oh.

Never mind.

A scythe, blade glowing blue with the very essence of sharpness, rested in the otherwise homey container.

"Dude…" Beast Boy whispered. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards him. They were slow, packed with intent, and rattled slightly. Underneath them came somewhat more frantic steps, lighter and even more rattling, but still somehow as menacing. The changeling's eyes widened when he beheld the owners of the respective steps.

The first being was a tall figure dressed in a black cowled robe. Underneath the cowl, its eyes glowed in an infinite blue that seemed to draw the green teen's soul out of his body. The second appeared to be the first in miniature, but its cowl was down, revealing that the glowing blue eyes were housed in a rat skull. The first carefully looked at Beast Boy, then turned to its minute companion. IT WOULD APPEAR, it intoned in a voice like lead on tombstone, WE HAVE SOMETHING OF A UNIQUE SITUATION WITH THIS ONE.

SQUEAK, replied the second figure.

TRUE, BUT GETTING THE TIMING RIGHT COULD TAKE A FEW TRIES. WE DON'T EXACTLY HAVE ANY SPARES TO WORK ON.

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WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SO CRUDE ABOUT IT.

SQUEAK SQUEAK.

I KEEP TELLING YOU, RATS ARE DIFFERENT.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEE SQU-SQUEAK.

TRUE…

"Um, excuse me?" Beast Boy managed to utter. The two figures turned to face him. "What's going on here?"

WELL, began the first figure, WE'RE ARGUING OVER WHO SHOULD BE THE ONE TO REAP YOUR SOUL, SINCE YOU FALL UNDER BOTH OF OUR JURISDICTIONS.

"Oh." The shapeshifter paused. "WHAT!"

The taller figure sighed. IF ONLY WE DIDN'T ALWAYS HAVE TO DO THE SUPERHEROES.

SQUEAK.

TRUE, BUT WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ALL OF THEM PERSONALLY.

Something finally clicked in Beast Boy's mind, something he'd been trying very hard not to realize. "I'm…dead?"

The tall figure turned to him testily. In its haste, its cowl fell off, revealing the naked human skull of Death.

YES, replied the ultimate reality, WELL, ALMOST. YOU WILL BE IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, WE'D JUST LIKE TO GET THIS SORTED OUT BEFORE YOU OFFICIALLY EXPIRE. With that, he resumed the argument with his rodent counterpart. NOW WHAT IF WE…

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Ahem. Raven looked up to see a shining light hanging above her.

"No," she gasped. "Are you…Garfield's soul?"

Flattering as that is, no, the light source replied.

The depleted damsel recognized the entity's voice. "It's you. The Mox Pearl."

Yes, the white Mox replied. "When old Blacky was neutralized, I became able to move about for a time. Balance in magic, you know."

Raven was desperate for time. "Look, I don't care if you flew out Robin's ass, (A/N: He loves that donkey.) just hurry up and heal Beast Boy!"

Fine, fine. As long as you don't ask me any favors next time I'm up. With that, the Pearl's light focused and intensified, turning into a sort of recuperative spotlight on Beast Boy. Raven watched in relief and astonishment as the gaping wounds in the green teen were slowly sealed, not even leaving scars behind. Once the deed was done, the Pearl fell to the sand. There you are. He was lucky. His powers give him great recuperative properties, and he's very tenacious to boot. Most would've died instantly after that kind of treatment, but he kept clinging to life.

Smiling faintly, Raven nodded. "Yeah, he never knows when to give up."

Indeed. The Pearl gave a telepathic yawn. If you'll excuse me, I'll return to dormancy now.

"Of course. No hard feelings for the Watchtower."

Of course. I suppose I might have been a little overzealous at the time. Well, good night. With that, the Pearl fell silent.

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SO, IT'S AGREED THEN? Death asked the Death of Rats.

SQUEAK, it replied, nodding its skull.

ALRIGHT THEN- Death paused, pulling something out of his robes. It was an hourglass, with green glass and animals carved throughout its design. It read "Garfield Logan" on the bottom, and the sand was almost empty. EMPHASIS ON 'WAS' Death thought, as sand trickled slowly into the top bulb, not from the bottom, but from a white glow near the top of the glass. Death turned back to were the cause of this confusion was standing. WELL, IT LOOKS AS THOUGH YOU'VE BEEN POSTPONED. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. He paused, realizing he was addressing empty space. WHERE DID HE RUN OFF TO?

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Just then, Beast Boy stirred. Raven watched as his emerald eyes miraculously opened. "Uggh," he groaned, then looked up to see Raven's face hovering over his. Her eyes were blue. "YAH!"

Both teens recoiled from the sudden screech. Raven awkwardly grinned, and said "Um, sorry?"

He gave his famous fanged smile and replied, "As long as you promise to regularly cut your nails…and shave your back."

"Idiot," she muttered, then, quieting his angry replies, lightly kissed him on the cheek.

The expression on the unsuspecting shapeshifter has priceless. He raised a finger, and queried "Quick check: Was that an "I'm glad my teammate is still alive" kiss, or an "I love you, don't try anything that stupid again" kiss?"

"Both."

"Oh." He paused to consider this for a moment, and then resumed his grin. "OH!" With that, he gave her a kiss that could only be classified as "I love you too, and my hormones are in full swing." As the two came up for air, he gave a sly grin and noted, "You know, this is probably the longest you've ever smiled in your life, and I caused it."

She replied with five words Beast Boy doubted he'd ever hear Raven direct to him in his life. "Shut up and kiss me."

And as he did, the sun rose.

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w00t! BB/Rae kiss! Yes, they've confessed their love, and with only three Moxen obtained. I had to deplete Raven's powers to make sure the city wasn't leveled during their makeout session. Send me reviews, people, and if you are afraid to, let this Van Gogh paraphrasis change your mind:

"If a little voice in your mind says 'You can't write,' write. It will silence the voice."

Now go shut up your little voices!