Chapter 11
Disclaimer: Look at chapter 1
(The song lyrics in this chapter are from Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson. I do not own them.)

I have a hard time describing Derek's voice. It probably sounds like Ren Tsuruga from Skip Beat or maybe Kakashi Hatake from Naruto. It's really aggravating me. Please tell me what you think...how would you describe the voice of someone that's playboy material...but with a dark mysterious side?

The thief wasn't expecting the hard kick to his back. Rolling away from Robin ruthless attacks, Red X gazed into the corner and cursed. Who knew Robin had a deceptive side? "Nice try, Chuckles. But you can never corner a thief."

It didn't matter who was hiding in the corner…although he had a pretty good idea of the person. There was only one person he knew that could blend into the darkness like that. If he played his cards right, she could be taken down easily…besides, his mission was accomplished and it was time to blow this joint.

Red X turned and jumped off the edge of the building…only to freeze in midair. The thief stared at the black barrier surrounding him, an interesting hypothesis brewing in his mind.

I wonder if…. There was a blinding flash from the sky and as Red X teleported away, his heart cringed at Raven's pained shriek. Looking down at her convulsing figure filled him with guilt.

Perplexed, Red X stared at the small device in his hands. All he'd done was to take a police tazer and soup it up. It was only meant to deliver a small but deadly charge. Perhaps the voltage setting was off...or was it just her small petite size?

There wasn't a chance to mull over that idea because Starfire launched herself at him, and the two hit the concrete. Gasping, Red X gritted his teeth in pain as her knee dug into his back.

"You evil bastard! How dare you attempt to murder my friend!"

Damn it…She figured it out. Not really surprising, the alien isn't as dumb as she acts. I wonder if Robin knows what she's capable of. Cursing, he fought against her iron grip and bit back a groan. What the hell was she going on about? Why am I the evil bastard for trying to kill someone…she's trying to kill me!

"You are a disgrace, Red X, to deliberately attempt such a thing. No true warrior uses deception to win a war. I will make you suffer."

At this the thief laughed. "Well sweetheart, if you wanted me all you had to do was ask. I look forward to this…suffering, Peaches." The alien stiffened, obviously caught off guard. This was the moment…he had to get out of here. Throwing her weight from his body, the thief stood and promptly glued her to the wall. It wasn't till he was leaving that he noticed what Raven had done.

"Ah fuck. Can't a man steal in peace? I wouldn't touch her if I were you Chuckles; poor child has enough electricity inside her to light up a five story building."

Robin stepped back from Raven's body reluctantly, waiting to see his next move. Neither of them expected what happened next. Without warning, Raven jerked into an up-right position and roundhouse-kicked the villain into the wall. Red X grimaced.

That was definitely going to leave a bruise. Grabbing her hand before it connected with his face, he pinned her to the wall behind him and began searching for the necklace. "Where is it, Princess?" Please don't make me have to do a full body search…I haven't got the time."

Biting her lip, Raven pulled the necklace from her bra and surrendered it, refusing to meet his eyes. An eyebrow rose in surprise beneath the mask "Wasn't expecting that one, Princess. Guess I know where to look next time don't I, Raven."

The brief flicker of fear in her eyes made the thief regret his words...

Abruptly, Starfire's screeching voice shattered the somber silence. "No, Raven you can't get sick now! Didn't you bring your medicine? Raven please…don't do this, not now…Robin, you can't touch her!"

Whirling, he caught sight of Raven on her knees, her pale fingers gripping her head. What was wrong with her? Was it the volt generator…did he do this? Running back, Red X scooped her into his arms, muffling her screams with a gloved hand. I couldn't have the neighbors turning me in.

Ignoring Starfire's yelling, the thief teleported away, the now unconscious heroine in his arms.

oOoOo

The soft aroma of leather and the blinding sunlight assaulted Raven's senses. Heavy eyelids fluttered open, and then slammed shut. Stupid sunshine…why the hell is my window even open?

Leather….since when do I own leather? The sorceress sat up suddenly, her eyes taking in the strange room. It was mostly empty, with a light brown closet door at one end and a small study desk on the other.

The walls were painted a neutral cream-white color and the same light brown color of the closet door adorned the borders, giving the room a polished flair. Snarling at the cream-white colored walls, Raven instead decided to stare at the beige carpet.

She hated white… the stupid color was void of flaws, it screamed of perfection…and purity. She was none of those things…and she hated herself for it. Raven looked down at the soft bed beneath her, suddenly realizing what had transpired. Fuck…Robin's gonna kill me. Please Starfire…don't open your mouth. Don't try to explain anything.

But why does Red X always have to save me? Why is he always there? Pulling back the covers, the young woman stood; grateful that the unfamiliar, tingling sensation was leaving her body. Being electrocuted was not something she wanted to endure ever again.

Turning to the window, her gaze fell on an old, dusty guitar case, leaning dejectedly against the cream colored wall. With a curious expression on her pale face, Raven crouched and opened the case, running her hands gently against the instrument. It was a beautiful auburn color, with strange symbols adorning the back and sides. The instrument was no doubt an antique or some kind of heirloom, the wood felt hand-crafted.

Digging through the case and stifling several sneezes, Raven finally found a pick and strummed the instrument, wincing at the sounds. Poor neglected thing…I wonder if I can still remember how to tune a guitar...

oOoOo

Red X stared at the small necklace in his hands. Such a plain looking trinket…and yet it was worth almost a million dollars. Such a waste… He sighed and placed it into a small safe hidden in the innocent looking wall of his apartment.

Running his hands through his tousled black hair, he slumped onto his living room sofa, wondering if the heroine was awake. It was odd having her in his house…but it was his only option. It's not like he could have waltzed into the hospital and demanded they take care of her…although Robin would be pissed if that happened.

Shaking his head, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and began to down the contents, while flipping through a magazine. Suddenly the sound of music filled his ears. Looking up sharply he glanced at the empty bottle of beer. Perhaps I drank a little too fast…

Shaking his head he continued to thumb through the magazine…then the music started up again. "Damn it!" He slammed his fist on the counter, ready to tell his neighbor off when he realized that the music was coming from inside his apartment.

Since when do I leave the radio on… or maybe I did drink too fast. Frantically he stomped through all the rooms in the apartment, unplugging the radios, only becoming more aggravated when the music continued.

This had better be where the music's coming from…Red X unlocked the door and pushed it open, then stumbled back in surprise.

Was that his guitar? What was it doing in this room? Why was Raven playing it? Her voice was so...beautiful.

Breathtaking.

"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly,
I'll do what it takes, till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change,
And breakaway...

Raven's voice filled his mind with awe and pierced his heart. Red X crossed his arms, trying to place the emotions in the sorceress. Yes, he knew what this was. This emotion, this longing.

Freedom.

Yes, he knew those feelings well. The intense feeling of agitation, the depression. Red X longed to be free. To give up his thieving lifestyle. To discard the mantle of 'Red X'. He didn't choose this life. He never wanted it.

Yes, he stole the suit...but it wasn't entirely his choice. Yes, he enjoyed stealing the suit...but who doesn't enjoy the thrill of a dare? The enticement of being 'the bad guy'? What was it called?

An adrenaline rush. The all-or-nothing sensation. The feeling that one decision could make or break everything. Placing your life at the edge of a cliff. It was ecstasy...pure ecstasy. A dangerous addiction...and he couldn't get enough.

Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget the ones that I love
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway."

Escape.

Red X longed for escape. To walk away from everything. Who he was, what he did, his disturbing obsession to the Titan sorceress. Yes, obsession...what else should he call it? A fetish? Maybe an odd affinity?

How does one describe silently watching over someone in secret?

Following her around the city, just to make sure nothing happens. Staring through her windows at night, just to see if she was sleeping peacefully. Sneaking in to the tower to chase away the nightmares.

Engraving the memory of her ethereal, peaceful face into his mind, forever. Forever tormenting his soul as his eyes gazed on that scar...blaming himself for disfiguring her once perfect face. Yes, Red X had an obsession. An unhealthy obsession with Raven. Ever since that night...

Why wasn't he faster? Why did he hesitate? Why did he let his work, stop him from helping her sooner?

A sigh escaped his lips. So, this was the feeling of regret?

oOoOo

Raven was surprised that she could remember how to play the song…it seemed like forever ago when he taught it to her. Smiling slightly, Raven turned around…and jumped. The music stopped suddenly as the guitar flew from her hands.

Rushing forward the thief caught it, staring up at her through his mask. "I'd like this in one piece, if you don't mind."

Stumbling back, Raven stared at Red X, her eyes fixated on his red robin-esque mask. Her eyes trailed leisurely down his body, taking in the black muscle t-shirt, loose fitted black jeans and Nike shoes. Damn…why must I be attracted to guys in muscle tees? Why Azar?

Silencing the distracting thoughts, Raven returned to the present and eyed him warily as he placed the old guitar back into its case, observing from the smell of beer that the thief must have had a bottle or two.

"Where did you learn to play like that?"

"What?" Why is he being so nice? I almost broke his guitar and oh yea, I'm his prisoner…

"Where'd you learn to play the guitar… did you take lessons?" The thief's voice was strangely soft and friendly, as if having a casual conversation on the streets.

Was it the beer making him this way? What about the sarcasm, the arrogance and the nonchalance? Wasn't that who Red X was? Why was this man so familiar...as if she had met him somewhere before? Raven bit her lip and stared at the floor, trying to hide her confusion. "I don't know how to play…a friend only taught me that song."

He raised an eyebrow. "They must have been a good teacher."

Raven shrugged. "He made it seem easy…but I prefer the piano." Why was she telling him all this? Raven never talked about Jeremy...even Jinx didn't know about him. So why was she feeling like she could trust this man with her secrets? Why was she feeling so...safe?

"Did he teach you how to sing?" The pure curiosity radiating from Red X was puzzling…why the hell did he care?

"No…I taught myself. What's with all the questions, and am I free to leave?" Raven cringed inwardly at her voice. Was she being rude? Maybe a 'please' would have made the difference. How could she treat her savior (again) so rudely?

"Sweetheart, you could have left anytime. As for the questions, blame it on curiosity."

More like blame it on the alcohol… What kind of person drinks when they have guests? Perhaps the thief had a lot on his mind? Like where to rob next or what to steal...it was very likely. Did such thoughts warrant a bottle of Jack Daniels? Thieves must put a lot of thought into what the take. "Oh. Well… thanks again for helping me."

He grinned and Raven's stomach sank. Oh Azar, such a beautiful smile! Beautiful and familiar...like someone she knew. The dimples in his cheeks, the perfect set of teeth... perfect lips. Tom Welling lips.

Just like Derek! Raven sucked in her breath.

"The pleasure was all mine, Princess. Just keep in mind…if the hero gig doesn't work out, you could make a hell of a fortune with a voice like yours."

Red X even called her princess...only Derek did that. Raven bit her lip, trying not to freak out.

Smiling once more, Raven prepared to teleport, violet eyes appraising the thief once more. Red X's mischievous, play-boy smile and his smooth velvety voice was the only thing on the sorceress' mind as she faded into the darkness.

Peace.

It was something that never came to the bustling city of Jump…however in those rare times it was present, the Titans always rejoiced. Peace in the city meant no thieves, no alarms and no annoying calls from the police chief.

Starfire wished that Robin would use this quiet time to think of something other than the identity of Red X. It seemed that whenever there was free time, Robin would lock himself in that dark creepy evidence room, trying to piece together a puzzle that could not be solved.

It all reminded her of Slade and how he was still missing. Sometimes she dreamed that he already returned…and his haunting mask would be the only silhouette glaring from the shadows.

Starfire shook her head, trying to clear the creepy thoughts and peeked into the evidence room once more. The alien did a double take. What was Raven doing… and if I was by the door this whole time, why did I not see her?

She watched as Raven handed Robin a cup of coffee and then turned to the table on the far side of the wall, shuffling papers. A few moments later, Robin slumped forward in his chair. Her eyes widened in horror.

Raven had drugged him!

The alien heard Raven's low voice as she began to mutter quietly. Then to her astonishment, Raven scooped the Boy Wonder into her arms and headed for the couch. Chuckling in what Starfire could only describe as evil, Raven placed Robin gently on the couch and traipsed from the room. Why did she drug him?

What was Raven achieving for this? Was it because Robin had not entered his room ever since Raven returned after being saved once more by Red X? Shouldn't he have been happy that Rave had not died?

Sure it was a villain that saved her...but that wasn't the real issue. The questions Robin should be seeking were the ones that Raven was hiding. She was the one who had another episode while on duty...she was the one hiding a sickness from the team, a sickness that could potentially spell doom for her life, as well as the lives of all those living in the tower.

Why wasn't Robin concerned? Why was he only after Red X?

Starfire sighed and sat down, placing Robin's head gently in her lap. Robin ignored everything when it came to Red X. He was consumed by the thief...it was like he was seeking revenge. Revenge for stealing the suit right under his nose no doubt.

Red X, whoever he was, had destroyed Robin's pride...something that Robin wouldn't accept. But did he have to ignore her? Did he have to neglect the person he claimed he loved?

Gentle tanned hands stroked the young man's hair lightly. Perhaps it didn't matter anymore. After all, she was the one to betray and abandon him first. She was the one who acted foolish and irresponsible. She was the one who had slept with someone else.

Starfire had wanted to talk to Raven...she wanted someone to understand. So she asked her one day after they had returned from a fierce battle with the newly improved Cinderblock. Starfire wanted to know what Raven thought about having kids. It was a simple and meaningless question...to Raven however, the idea seemed to open up some wounds.

Raven had mentioned a spell... she said that someone had cast a spell on her, and now she couldn't have kids. Her voice seemed so saddened as she revealed this. Starfire had wondered at the time if it was the right thing to ask.

Perhaps it would have been best to come out with the truth. In the end, none of that mattered...somehow Raven understood what had transpired, she had uncovered the secret. And the horrible way of covering the matter up. The sorceress was angry and disappointed. She couldn't believe what had transpired.

Starfire hands began to shake as she recalled what had transpired. She remembered cringing at the disgust in Raven's eyes, and trying to justify what she had done. "I know it wasn't supposed to happen, but it was my decision!" She had said this...as if that could somehow compensate for her murderous actions.

"Your decision. So you can just go and fuck around and whatever happens is your decision? This is exactly why NO ONE takes you seriously, Starfire. You NEVER take responsibility for anything! You think that you can just make these mistakes and someone else will always be there to clean up your mess!"

She remembered feeling angry and annoyed. Who was Raven to judge her actions? Raven was not God! Raven would never understand what she went through...it wasn't fair.

"Oh, now you talk fair. Tell me Kori'ander, how the hell were you fair? You MURDERED someone! All because you couldn't fess up to a mistake!"

Raven's words had torn through her heart. She was right...unbearably right. It was murder, wasn't it? Isn't that what abortion is? 'Getting rid of the fetus' was murder, to put it lightly. Starfire only did it to hide her sins from Robin.

But why was Raven always right? Why was she the one who could judge and not be judged! Wasn't Raven guilty of doing bad things too? Wasn't she the one who always ran away, got drunk and slept with whoever comes along?

Starfire knew better. She should have kept her mouth shut...shouldn't have provoked the sorceress in such an underhanded way. But can regret fix the past? Can regret undo the terrible things she said? "Stop making me the horrible one… you're the one who fucks around. You're the one who can't keep her legs closed! Why are you allowed to be the bad one? Why are you allowed to play the whore?"

"So now I'm the whore? What about you? Did you even stop to think for a second about Robin's feelings before you cheated on him? Did you even think about how he would feel? Maybe I am a slut…but perhaps you should take a look in the mirror as well."

The hurt look in Raven's eyes haunted me to this very day. Seeing Raven run from the room tore my heart. Why did she say those things?

How could she have been so mean? Standing up, Starfire turned and gazed out of the window, watching the rain drops slide down and disappear into the puddles. Robin should know the truth. He deserves to know what she did.

But…what if he does not understand? What if he does not forgive? What if hatred fills his heart? Then she'll be alone. No, she couldn't be alone. She didn't want to be alone. Starfire wanted to be loved, she wanted Robin's love. Perhaps telling the truth, and having that child wouldn't have been a bad thing.

But what if it was? What if that baby ruined everything?

Biting her hand, Starfire bit back an anguished moan. Who knew one night of reckless fun could cause so much heartache?

Irritation.

It was all the sorceress could feel as she sat outside the road side cafe. In front of her was a chocolate milkshake, and the remains of a hamburger. Garfield's trigonometry book was open, but shoved to the side. She was beginning to hate that book.

Raven sighed, and looked up. Was that Derek? How many times had they randomly met? And why was he approaching her with that knowing smirk...as if he knew something that she didn't. Oh but Azar, his smirk was so damn sexy! Raven sighed nostalgically, a dejected on her face.

"Why the long face, sweetheart?"

She quickly wiped the scowl from her face and sipped her milkshake. "You ruined my day." Nothing could be further from the truth. But she couldn't outright admit that the sight of him was like a load being lifted off her shoulders, could she? It would be...humiliating.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows and pouted. "That really hurt, love."

Raven smirked. "I know. What are we doing today?" Every time they met was an adventure. Last time they met at the park, Angel put on her own silly version of Swan Lake. The time before that, she took him on the beach outing with the team. What would it be today? A trip to the movies? Maybe dinner and a walk around town?

Derek grinned mischievously. "You could give me a kiss for starters."

"I thought we agreed that was all in the name of a game."

"You know you want to."

Raven bit her lip and looked away. She hated to admit he was right. That dark chocolate taste preoccupied her dreams. Ugh…why did he have to taste like chocolate? Why did he have to be the addicting one? Banishing the distracting thoughts, Raven looked up. "Hey! Did I give you permission to finish that?"

Derek shrugged absently as he scrolled through her iPod. "Jesse McCartney? Really?"

Raven bit her lip nervously, berating herself for the blush she knew was spreading along her face. It was embarrassing and so unlike the character she tried so hard to exhibit. "It's a long story."

Derek smiled inwardly at the light blush on Raven's face. "I'm sure it is. You like rap music?"

"It's easy to dance to…but I don't listen to it much."

"You dance?" His voice was painted with skepticism.

"Not anymore." Raven's voice trailed off into a mumble as she continued texting on her phone. The words Robin and blaring music caught his ear and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I don't see what's funny."

"Come on. I'm taking you somewhere today." His golden eyes glittered with laughter as he gently pulled her to her feet.

Raven scowled again as she realized that he still was holding onto her Ipod. Really...was her music that interesting? And why'd he have to go and finish her milkshake? It was the only thing she'd had all day, seeing as it was Beastboy's day to cook. Tofu wasn't something she could eat willingly...the taste reminded her of crayons.

Yes, crayons...they were rare on Azarath and according to Arella, when not using them to color on the walls, Raven was chewing them up, apparently loving the way her tongue changed colors.

"You're buying me more food." If nothing else happened this day, she wanted food. Preferably a hamburger...or a steak, with dessert of course. There was nothing like apple pie to finish off an annoying day.

"As you wish, Princess."

"Don't call me that." Raven whined as she followed him, noting with a strange fascination that his hair was just barely brushing his shoulders. It was really long. She couldn't help the urge to give him a hair cut. Funny, she never noticed it while looking at him face-to face.

Her iPod was still in his hands...why won't he give it back? He wasn't even listening to it! Raven began to wonder if he was using the music device as collateral. Maybe he thought that if he gave it back to her, she would leave him. Perhaps that was the reason he wouldn't say anything about where they were going.

Raven looked at him, annoyed at the darkly shaded glasses he placed back on on his face when they entered the subway and managed to snag two seats. His emotions were even harder to read with them on… and she wanted to see his eyes…his weird and wonderful golden eyes.

Biting her lip, the sorceress looked back down at her green painted fingernails. They say green is the color of redemption...of rebirth. Green was not a color that suited her. She did not deserve redemption. She deserved death.

No one else knew of the gruesome images that flashed in her mind. No one could fathom the destruction, and the carnage. She killed everyone that day...in the STAR LAB facility. Raven knew she did...there was no real point in skirting past the truth. She was a murderer, and there was blood on her hands. It wouldn't wash away either...

"Rae, what's wrong?"

Purple eyes peered into darkly tinted glasses. Why did he sound concerned? Raven tried to smile...she tried to block the flashbacks that kept trying to invade her mind. "Nothing. I'm fine." Raven didn't feel fine. She was slowly losing it. She was slowly going mad.

He raised an eyebrow. "Then why'd you peel all the polish of your nails?"

The sorceress glanced down at her now speckled nails and cursed inwardly. That was the last of the green… and it only lasted a night. What bothered her even more was the fact that he actually noticed the polish. What guy notices those things?

Perhaps he was just attentive to everything. Or he noticed the small pile of green polish that now decorated her dark black miniskirt. Raven felt like a child with an incurable habit. The sorceress smiled and tried to shrug it off. "Bad habit." He nodded, but the young woman could tell he didn't buy it. Her voice wasn't really that convincing.

"Come one… were kinda running late."

"Wait, we?" Since when were they on a deadline?

"Yea." Derek grabbed her hand as they exited the subway station, his grasp firm and strong. It was as if he didn't want her to get lost. Funny, earlier she felt like a child...now Derek was actually treating her like one.

"Exactly where are we going Derek?"

He pursed his lips. "I wanted to take you to thee amusement park...but I couldn't get tickets fast enough. Then, I thought about the aquarium, but isn't that childish?"

Raven couldn't respond. This hand holding was childish..."So, where are we going now?"

Derek didn't answer. "We could go to the ice rink...or the bowling alley, I can't really decide. But right now something came up...it shouldn't take long though."

He still didn't answer the question, and he won't let go of her hand. Raven sighed, deciding to ignore the hand-holding...it wasn't really that bad. Though she would never admit it out loud, it was rather quite sweet.

She had never really noticed how his hands felt until now. They were warm, rough and callused...for what reason, Raven didn't really know. Derek's hands felt strangely familiar to her...like she's seen or felt them before.

It was strange how there were many things about Derek that Raven found familiar. His warm deep voice, the strange, familiar accent as well as his cautious aura. Raven couldn't help but feel that she knew him...or that she had known him for a long time. She couldn't place a finger on it.

Was it just the resemblance to her childhood friend? Or had Raven known about him long before she had met him in person?

The sorceress pondered all these things as they took his motorcycle to one of the better parts in town. The buildings and shopping complexes were new, it was the type of place that Raven and Starfire couldn't shop at...even if they wanted to. Robin's credit card could only take so much. Star would love to shop here though, the sorceress mused.

The drive to the neighborhood wasn't very far and for that Raven was glad. Derek drove like a demon…and she was positive that it was all on purpose. Payback was now on her mind but...what was she going to do?

Deciding that revenge was too complicated at the moment, she followed him up the unusually wide stairs of the apartment building, silently wondering why he continually skipped every thirteenth step.

Perhaps he was just a suspicious person…Jinx never goes to work when Friday's fall on the thirteenth of the month. She made a mental note to question Derek about his strange habit.

Derek unlocked the door to one of the apartments and ushered Raven in, telling her not to make a lot of noise. She raised an eyebrow, but he was already across the hall entering another door. He must have very close neighbors, she concluded.

Raven stepped tentatively inside, removing her shoes on a whim. The house was filled with plush furniture and lush green plants. Exotic art paintings and sculptures adorned the walls and accented the room furnishings.

Raven peered at all the sculptures, marveling at the vast collection. There was art from France, Greece, Africa, Japan and other places that she could not name. Yet despite the museum-esque look, there was a homey atmosphere to the place that was inviting…perhaps that's what prompted her to explore the rest of the apartment.

Curiosity is always at the root of every big discovery, so shouldn't have been a surprise what happened next. In fact, she probably should have seen it coming. Anytime her curious side cropped up interesting things happened. Hell, the last time she nearly died! But all foreshadowing aside, Raven did decide to tour the unfamiliar apartment.

Entering the next room Raven glanced around and flinched at the sound of a cry. It was then that she noticed how...childlike the room actually was. The room was painted a dark blue with bright, yellow stars scattered here and there on the walls. Toys lay scattered around a medium sized box in one corner and a rocking chair with several books occupied a corner.

Draped on a small, oak, chest of drawers were several pairs of jeans and shirts...obviously belonging to a little child. A crib sat at the far end of the room and Raven walked over and stared inside at the wailing child.

Derek had a kid?

Sorry this chapter took forever ...college took over my life. I'm gonna apologize for the fight scene as well...I have a lot of trouble writing scenes like that...

What do you think…especially what do you think about Starfire's character now that you know what she's done?

This chapter was inspired by

~Blame it by Jamie Fox
~Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson (I've been meaning to use this song for a while.) I don't normally place song lyrics in my stuff but this one will play a part in Raven's whole no regrets thing.

Reviews please! :)

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