AN: I swore I was gonna get in on this and I have. Hah! Here you go, folks. Hope it's up to snuff.

Began: 7/21/07

Finished: 7/21/07

Summary: She was addicted...

An Addiction Most Fowl...

The thought of it consumed her every waking moment.

It was never far from her mind. How could it be? She was stuck with a constant green reminder, whispering sweetly in her mind, forcing her, reducing her will to tissue and turning her towards it.

She wasn't sure how much more she could take. The obsession… it consumed her every waking moment. Her attention, no matter what she was doing, returned to the closet where it was buried under countless pink articles, courtesy of Starfire.

She'd tried to wean herself off of it. She'd tried to deprive herself. Slowly, she developed a sterner constitution.

Days passed. She tried to wrap herself in other obsessions. She drank tea, she meditated, she read- no use; it continued to plague her mind. In a week's time, she gave into it.

The next attempt lasted longer. Two weeks before she caved.

Then, she met him. He coaxed her away from it; whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to her. Not even the constant green reminder would send her to it at the time. And for a while, she was clean, utterly blissful. He tried to make her throw it away altogether, but she wanted to keep it, as a reminder of her strength she said.

Then he betrayed her, and when he was finally taken care of she slept with it for weeks, constantly in her room alone, staring at it and remembering its promise. She knew she was addicted and the trapper didn't even know she was hooked. One dose and she was hooked for life. Pathetic, really.

She gave up and surrendered to its siren song. Eventually, she hooked up with her supplier. That one sell was all she ever got from him, but after they were hitched, he got her even more of the 'good stuff'.

Now, Raven Logan stared at the stuffed chicken in the baby room as she sat in the rocking chair, absently rubbing the ring on her left ring finger. He had wanted to inscribe 'ADDICTED TO FOWL' on it, but she had refused to allow for such ridiculousness. Absently, she patted her very pregnant belly, a soft smile on her lips.

That stuffed chicken was best thing that ever came of a carnival, she decided.