I had to keep writing. Don't always expect updates this quickly, I was just hooked on the story. I can't pick which ship from Teen Titans I love better, RobStar or BBRae, so looks like you get a heaping helping of one and a teeny little taste of the other. Enjoy! (I hope!)

"Friend Beast Boy," Starfire called from within one of the changing stalls, "I wish to express thanks that you accompanied me today."

"Uh, no problem, Star," he said like he had a choice.

"It is a problem to me because we do not get to spend much time together, yes?" she said, and Beast Boy heard a distinct tone of sadness in her voice. She had a point; after the prank where she stopped speaking to him, he hadn't really attempted to reach out to her. Not because he hated her or anything, but because he just… didn't think about it.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry about that," he replied with contrition.

"Worry not, for it is behind us! And today we shall have the fun!" she said, bursting out of the changing room in a white crop top with "Hey, Kitty Girl!" in black cursive writing on it and black bell-bottom jeans. Beast Boy nodded approvingly; if he had been into Starfire, he would have been drooling at how effortlessly gorgeous she looked. But as it was, he saw her more as a sister and roommate than someone to have a crush on, so he just told her she looked great. Starfire clapped her hands and returned to the changing stall, and Beast Boy's mind drifted briefly to the image of someone else wearing that outfit, someone with violet hair and eyes and a chakra that the whiteness of the shirt would accent-

"Beast Boy, I have noticed that you have been doing the avoiding of Raven," Starfire said bluntly, and Beast Boy sighed. Tact must have been a foreign concept on Tamaran.

"Well…"

"And I have noticed that you have seemed very sad." That one caught Beast Boy by surprise.

"Sad?"

"Yes. You do the sighing and the staring at the window when you think no one is watching, you do not smile as much as I am used to, and you have not done any of the practical jokes," she explained, and Beast Boy just stared at the door. She really noticed all that?

"Huh," was all he said though.

"And," she continued, "you have been watching Raven more than you used to. Even more than you did when she was speaking with that Malchior." She swung the door open to reveal a cute daisy-covered white sundress. He just looked at her, stunned into silence, and she gave him a little smile. "You are very worried, yes?"

Mentally, Beast Boy apologized for ever thinking of Starfire as ignorant or not very bright. Physically, he nodded. He knew he was caught. "Y-Yeah. It's just… I hurt her."

"You did no such thing, Beast Boy," Starfire interjected, leaning down and pointing at his face fiercely. "You did the rescuing of Raven from that Adonis."

"I know that! At least, that's what everyone's been telling me. But I meant that I hurt her feelings, Star," Beast Boy clarified, and Starfire returned to her normal position and scrutinized him. It made Beast Boy more uncomfortable than when anyone else did it because he really wasn't used to the cheerful alien studying him. Something in her emerald gaze made him feel compelled to confess.

"I mean, she's had it rough. I called her creepy, and it hurt her enough that she shut herself away and fell for that dragon," Beast Boy spat bitterly at the memory of the sorcerer that had taken advantage of Raven, "and then right before she gets attacked, I scare her and nearly attack her. And Cyborg said it was the chemicals and that I couldn't control it, but… I still felt those things. I still scared her. I still lashed out at everyone, but especially her. I just…"

Without another word, Starfire spun back into the dressing room and closed the door, leaving Beast Boy confused. But soon her voice lilted from over the door.

"And you do not think that you can talk to her about this? And you think that you must worry for her in secret? And that she no longer thinks of you as a friend?" Beast Boy's mouth flopped open gracelessly at her not-really-questions-but-more-accusations before she continued, "I understand your worries, Beast Boy. You are no longer acting like a royal zarbnarf and we are most grateful. However, I have also observed other behaviors that may mean something else. Something you are afraid to face."

Beast Boy gulped.

Seven broken bulbs. One broken chair leg. Two severed video game controller wires. One exploded remote. One burst muffin. And three cracked windows. All in the span of a day.

"Man, Raven's going to owe us a bunch of money," Cyborg said as he tallied up the costs of the things her powers destroyed. He and Robin had remained in the common room after Starfire had abducted Beast Boy, and as they had talked, they noticed something. Over the last twenty-four hours, whenever Raven heard Beast Boy's name or came near him, something broke. Cyborg mainly focused on the things that had been broken - considering that they were mostly his possessions or things near him or Beast Boy, Robin understood his concern - but Robin was more interested in why.

"Cyborg, did you do a checkup after Raven woke up from the Beast encounter?" Robin asked. Cyborg looked up from where he was making a shopping list on his arm and squinted, trying to remember.

"Yeah, I did one right after we got back and then I did another one two days ago for both her and BB. Why?"

"Did you notice anything on any of the tests?" Robin asked, scrutinizing his teammate. At this, Cyborg knew Robin was serious about something, so he put away the shopping list and pulled out a hologram of the test results.

"Well, their heart rates and adrenaline were elevated, but the cortisol was not elevated to match. Liver and pancreatic functions fine… uh, thyroid and blood sugar levels were looking good. Huh."

"What?" Robin asked worriedly.

"Both of them had elevated heart rates, blood pressure, adrenaline, and… dopamine levels." Cyborg scrolled through the tests again, checking to make sure he hadn't missed anything, while Robin waited for an explanation. It soon came. "Beast Boy's levels were higher than Raven's, but they both had the same reaction. Happy anxiety, a rush, a sort of… oh no."

"What?" Robin repeated, kind of getting tired of Cyborg only half-explaining things.

"Dude, you don't know much about biology, but that combination? You don't see it?" Cyborg asked incredulously, "Racing heartbeat, blood pounding in your ears, a nervousness, but also a happiness when someone is in the room with you? Doesn't that sound familiar?" Robin thought for a moment and then, when he recognized those symptoms as what he felt around a certain alien, his jaw dropped.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, yes."

"And they both-?"

"Seems like it."

"And that's why they're so-"

"Awkward? I'd say so."

"We have to talk to Raven."

"Yes, we- wait, WHAT?!"

"We have to talk to Raven," Robin repeated. Cyborg shut down his arm hologram and looked at his friend like he was crazy.

"Man, I don't want to talk to her about that! She'll kill us!"

Robin sighed, "If you want her to keep breaking your things, fine, we won't talk to her and she'll just blow up the tower next time Beast Boy sneezes in a cute way or whatever." Cyborg glared at Robin before heaving a defeated sigh and slumping down into his (newly repaired) seat.

"Fiiiiiine. But I'm letting you do most of the talking. You have that weird mental bond thing, maybe she won't kill you." Robin pursed his lips at how Cyborg dismissed the fact that Raven knew everything there was to know about him, but nodded. She would know that they were just concerned about her.

...Right?