Wow. The big two-oh. Never thought I'd write anything this big. In the words of the great sage Coconut Fred, "Yay, me!" In other news, impressed kudos and two hot virtupies go to TAS14, who managed to correctly guess the site of the Mox Ruby two chapters before I revealed it. On a related note, Wind Lane owes me a port-o-john in my name.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans or Magic: the Gathering. I may own the name "Nameless Generic Racer GP," but feel free to use it in your own Titans fanfics. I definitely own a port-o-potty that is kept fresh by giant Breath Savers (which I don't own.)

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Raven extracted the scroll and the grumbling Mox Jet from her trunk, and then applied one to the other. The eerie antilight faded from the central writing, leaving only black ink. To its right, red lettering erupted, glowing as though someone had painted the characters on with molten rock. Raven looked at the new writing carefully. "Let's see now. This says…"

"Well?" Beast Boy asked eagerly.

Raven's face twisted into an unfamiliar expression of befuddlement. "I…don't know. I've never seen this language before."

The changeling looked over her shoulder to see the text that defeated Raven's prodigious linguistic skill. The enigmatic runic symbols seemed better suited for being chiseled into rock than written on the strange golden material of the scroll. "Well," he said conclusively, "you know what we need to do."

"Please tell me it doesn't involve mass numbers of rodents."

Beast Boy sighed. "Okay, Plan B: We ask the others if they recognize it."

The empath nodded. If it worked for the Sapphire, it should work for this one.

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As luck would have it, the other Titans were all currently assembled in the main living roon, currently in its guise of Gamestation temple. Cyborg and Robin were neck and neck in a round of Nameless Generic Racer GP™, with much cheering by Starfire for both sides (but with a notable bias towards Robin.) As the black and green Titans entered the room, chants of "Kick the butt! Kick the butt!" could be heard over the game's blaring soundtrack as both teens jockied for position.

Just as Raven was about to pointedly clear her throat, Cyborg's racer managed to beat Robin's by a hair's width. "Booyah!" cried the victorious Victor, raising his controller in triumph. Drowning out Raven's attempt to talk, he swiftly turned to the defeated Robin and crowed "Who's the NGRGP champion, Boy Blunder? Who's the champion?"

The sound of Robin gritting his teeth filled the room. Years of Batman-taught self-restraint and –control fought a superiority complex the size of a minivan as the Titans' leader forced out a "Con…grat…u…la…tions…Cy." Veins began to bulge on his forehead as he quashed the urge to apply an EMP disk to the gloating mechanoman's forehead. Slowly, Robin turned, step by step, inch by inch. His fingers closed around Cy's neck and-

Robin's impromptu teammate throttling was interrupted by a certain Tamaranean gently kissing his forehead. All Titans present looked at her, astonished that she would breach years of obvious sexual tension so easily. Starfire blushed slightly and explained, "Friend Robin looked as though he was suffering from intense fury, or perhaps the constipation. I simply applied a Tamaranean pressure point technique to a location that would relieve either."

Cyborg raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Star, is there any Tamaranean custom that doesn't involve violence or kissing?"

The alien considered this question at length, and finally responded, "I believe there are a few where either is merely optional. However, a number often require both. Remember, friend Cyborg, as I taught you, the Tamaranean words for 'lover' and 'foe' are, in fact, identical." Those Titans not versed in the intricacies of the language of Tamaran continued to stare, more quizzically than before. "It is also the word for 'small lump of phurloq dung.' The distinction is usually a matter of inflection."

"Hate to be a phurloq." Beast Boy muttered.

Raven jabbed him with her elbow, then turned back to the princess-turned-linguist. "Speaking of languages, Starfire, we need a translation for the new entry on the Mox Scroll." Handing Starfire the map, Raven asked, "Do you recognize the language the red entry is written in?"

The alien opened the scroll and scrutinized the new entry. Her eyes almost instantly lit up in recognition. "Why, these are Tamaranean war runes! They are used only in times of combat."

Cyborg examined the text. "Star, weren't these the symbols you used to teach me Tamaranean?"

Rubbing the back of her head nervously, Starfire replied, "Truthfully, we have been at war against one species or another for so long, all other Tamaranean alphabets have been lost to time."

"Could you translate them?" Raven requested.

"Certainly, friend." Starfire scanned the document a few times, held a brief whispered conversation with Robin for few difficult interpretations, then finally recited the resulting poem:

"Red shines the next Mox

Waiting in stone chest.

Sleeps it not in box

But statuary best.

Once living was this caryatid

But be now stone true she.

In these conditions you will find

The glowing Mox Ruby."

Once the poem was completed, Beast Boy's eyes bugged out. Saying nothing, he turned and ran out of the room. The others watched in shock. Raven shook herself and hastily said, "Beast Boy and I need to have a private conversation," then followed suit.

As she rushed out, Starfire smiled and muttered, "Go friend. Go and comfort the one you love."

Unfortunately, Starfire's concept of muttering was somewhat inaccurate. Others would more correctly classify it as "loud, enthusiastic cheering." Due to this slight misunderstanding, Robin and Cyborg turned to Star inquisitively. The metal man breached the awkward silence the three had been sharing. "OK girl, spill: What do you know about Raven and BB, how long have you known, and why haven't you told us?"

Anxiety crept across the princess's face. "Oh zlorqnofs," she deadpanned.

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Raven approached Beast Boy's door hesitantly. Both had solved the puzzle of the poem within seconds of hearing it: The Mox Ruby lay within the petrified body of Terra. Who knew what kind of mental strain Beast Boy could be going through at this very moment? To be forced to choose between one's first love and one's current love…to Raven, the choice seemed nigh impossible. Suddenly, she erected herself, standing straight and firm. If anyone was to help Beast Boy with this decision, it should be the person who, hopefully, meant more to him than any other. She knocked on the door. "Beast Boy, can I come in?"

A muffled yelp on the other side of the door came before the reply. "J-just a sec, Rae!" A series of frantic, crashing sounds precluded the door opening. Beast Boy, nonchalance forced on his face, said conversationally, "What's up?"

Raven's eyes narrowed, and she entered his quarters. "Don't pretend nothing's wrong, Gar. I can only imagine how this is making you feel."

"Please, I'm fine. You know I'm over Terra." He swept her into a hug from behind. "What makes you think different?"

Phasing through the affectionate embrace, Raven picked up a photo that was lying on the lower bunk. "This." The photo was at a carnival. Beast Boy and Terra, arm in arm, looking like any typical lovestruck teenage couple. (Aside from the geokinesis, green skin, and mutable DNA, of course.) Raven lifted several photo albums out from under the bed mentally, both to be able to flip through them all at once, and because she didn't trust any dark, unattended portion of Beast Boy's room. As page after page of captured memories turned before her, an obvious pattern emerged. "Beast Boy," she started, "you've been looking through all your old pictures of Terra. Dwelling on the past." She put the albums down and looked him in the eyes, her own expressing the compassion she forbade from her face. "No amount of reminiscing will bring her back. She betrayed us. You can't-"

Her words were interrupted by a kiss. Beast Boy watched over his shoulder as the albums were folded, spindled, and mutilated by Raven's surprise and joy. He pulled back, and told her, "I know. Terra will always have a place in my heart, but you are the person I love, Raven."

"Then, why-?"

"I was just saying goodbye." He gestured behind her, and she turned to behold the wrecked photographs.

Gasping, she said, "You didn't have to do that."

Beast Boy shrugged. "I wanted to. Now what do you say we go get the next Mox?"

Raven nodded, but held up a finger. (A/N: The index finger, you sillies!) "Just one thing before we do. That whole 'place in my heart' speech, where'd that come from?"

Beast Boy smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "I heard it that time Robin had the flu and Star made me watch soap operas with her."

Raven gave a ghost of a smile. "I was worried for a second. I thought you were actually becoming articulate." She went back to the doorway, turned, and said, "Come on, the others are probably waiting for us."

"Be there in a second." As Raven walked down the hall, Beast Boy whipped out his dictionary, flipped to 'articulate,' and read. A few moments later, he rushed out of the room, shouting "Hey!"

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w00t! Twenty chapters, with tons o' fluff, action, humor, and actiony, fluffy humor! My thanks go to my loyal supporters, people who stumbled upon this fic by accident, and my muse, who constantly makes ideas percolate in the coffee machine that is my imagination. Don't worry, I'm not ending the fic here, I'm just spreading a few thank-yous on a momentous milestone. Please return the favor and review!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: OK, before everyone starts spamming me with flames along the lines of "OMGWTF, Terras nto rok nemore u n00b!1!11!one," I'd like to remind everyone that this is set between seasons 4 and 5. From that chronological starting block, I'm allowed to deviate as far from canon as my little heart desires. Remember: Evey fanfiction is, at least slightly, an AU fic.