This Year's Love

by fernnu

When Raven almost dies at the hands of a dream, she lies in intensive care. Can bb save her? How can he? Trigon finally comes to inherit his daughter's power and the TT must face him wo bb or rae R&R-summary sux.

9. White Rebirth

This Year's Love

Chapter 9: …White Rebirth

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Special thanks to….. well you guys are all thanked on chapter 8, lol……

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Disclaimer: never did, and never will, shall I own TT

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With the end of Green Death…, …White Rebirth takes up center stage. Pleeeeaaaasssseee enjoy. That's all I can say. Now go! Stop reading my ramblings and read my writings! Lol.

Fernnu

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…White Rebirth

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The pain exploded through him, blinding him in an instance of unimaginable pain. More gruesome than all, the feeling of the slicing of the blade against his soft flesh burned through him. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't…. am I?" Garfield Logan's voice echoed in the expanse of white all around him. As miles and miles of complete white land stretched out, a bright, blue light shined in front of him. Glistening and blinding, he shielded his eyes as the light came closer. Flashing suddenly, the bright shot of light made him flinch.

"Beastboy…" A soft, silky voiced called to him. Opening his clenched eyes against the light, the blue glow faded, revealing a perfectly clad woman. Wearing a white cloak, she seemed oddly familiar to him. Although her face was ever-changing and never seeming to focus, Garfield felt completely at ease with this new figure. Her voice soothed everything….

"Garfield," she called again, more urgent this time. "We haven't much time. I have been able to reach you and pull you from the past to a place between moments. I have brought you to place you back in the past, farther from your early demise. Such an action can only be done once and must not be wasted. Do you understand so far?"

He nodded. "But…who are you?"

Even with her clouded face, he knew her smile, like the rest of her changing beauty, was radiating magnificence.

"Just someone…a friend. For now that is all you need know, or can. You must listen carefully, for time is slipping, and I can not keep you here much longer. Soon, if I do not send you back, you shall meet with your body and finish your journey to afterlife. I— "

"Wait so I'm dead?"

"No. and yes. Trigon attacked you and your body was destroyed. As your soul left your body, I captured the moment in time and extracted you from the timeline happening. Had I not, then Trigon would capture Timid and would, soon, fulfill his plan and destroy your realm and dimension. When I send you back, it will be like…." She seemed lost for words at the moment. "…It will be as if I have given you extra time. Your body will be restored and your soul will be returned. But, for the moment only. There will be a time, should you succeed in the mission I shall give you, that your soul will be called upon. You are living on borrowed time."

Pausing only an instance, she continued quickly.

"Now listen carefully. You must not allow Trigon to get Timid in his clutches. To do so would sentence all life to a horrible execution and never ending torture. All will be lost. You Must stop him. More specifically, you must surprise him. At his current level of power, you could not hope to destroy him. Only if you surprise him, during his taunts, can you hope to make time enough for escape. Surprise him."

"But…"

"No. No buts can be allowed. I will send you back soon; a few precious moments back in time. Heed not his foul lies, instead, surprise him. Leap out, attack, strike. Distract him so Timid may enter the library and its safety. The enclave of the Library can not be entered by Trigon. It is…the last structure left from Trigon's clutches. It shall survive his attacks and should protect you both, should you make it into the doors. Raven has more powerful safeguards than even Trigon the Terrible is aware of."

"So…hold on." Beastboy was terribly confused with the tumult of new information presented. He needed to sort it all out.

"So, I died, got stopped from going to wherever you go in the afterlife, brought here by you, a friend of Raven and enemy of Trigon, am going to be sent back on borrowed time, a few moments before he lobs my head off and kills me, just to attack him and surprise him, hopefully gaining time to get Timid into the library, with me…hopefully along. Then, she's safe, I'm safe, and all's well in Raven land?"

Another mysterious and stunning smile radiated out, this time bitter, as the sad figure garbed in white sighed.

"I am sorry, my champion. But such an act and even are not foreseeable in the time stream. The future is unsure. If you succeed in giving the chance of safety for Timid, there is hope. Without that chance, there is no hope at all. For now that hope will…must be…enough."

"So…if I don't succeed, then I'm just going to be attacking a demon, defenseless and leaping to death, just so Timid can get safe in a library constructed in Raven's mind?"

When she nodded, he continued in a long winded breath.

"And if I do, somehow miraculously survive, then we have to, me and a scaredy-cat emotion, because I am assuming you cant help me after this moment, wage a crusade and war against trillions of Demons and other creepy little nasties, to somehow save and free Raven's other emotions, so that she can heal herself fully and appear to help, try, TRY, not succeed for sure, but try to rid Trigon from her mind….? Am I there so far?"

She nodded again, solemnly.

"And then, if I do, I mean, if we do, then after all that, I still have the whole "borrowed time" cut off and I still die? So either way I'm dead?"

"…Yes." The figure's shoulders stooped as her response was whispered out.

"So this mission is my basic death. Either way. Suicide?" Garfield Logan's voice was surprisingly calm and monotone.

Again another somber, almost silent response, as she drooped lower, her hopes failing.

"…Yes."

A moment of silence passed as serious doubts about the green changeling passed through the silent woman's mind.

"Well…" he paused. Fear shot through him. Even heroes didn't want to die. He was no exception. Amongst the pain of fear for himself, though, was one for Raven, if Trigon succeeded. The fear for her was a burning sun. the fear for himself was like a flickering match in comparison.

"…I guess it's not any more suicidal than what I've done lately. Fighting Demonic Doggies and Doofus Demon Dead beats with swords…." He smiled at the figure as she lifted her ever-changing eyes to meet his own.

"…You didn't have to worry. I was always in from the beginning."

Her smile radiated so brightly that her previous ones seemed only as if, shadows of the current one gracing her mysteriously hidden features.

"Good Logan. Full commitment will save her. And do not fret. Although all seems to end with your death, do not forget that you shall save Raven if you succeed. Besides, you died once before, yet here you are." Her smile faltered slightly as her sweet lie forced its way into her voice.

Sensing the lying tones in her voice, but not wanting to let her know he knew the finality of his situation, he let it slide as she continued.

"Also, you must remember, if you truly are a Champion, things will work out in the end."

Swirls of black and white began to form around Garfield as she lifted her hands and gently cupped his cheek tenderly. "The spell is begun."

"Wait!" he called out.

"I am sorry. Once I have started the time spell, I can not stop it. What is it?" he could sense the slight worry registering in her voice.

"Why is everyone calling me a Champion? What does it mean?"

The swirls of light, black and white fusing together in wide swirls shifted as blue light bonded together in shafts of bright beams. Blue and white light grew brighter as the black shadows deepened and darkened. Before the spell completed to send him back, the mysterious woman called out.

"Seek the books in the library! There shall be your answer! Remember! HOPE! Save Timid!"

The swirls flashed brightly until he couldn't stand it. As he lost consciousness, her final words swirled around him.

"You are CoR!

He blacked out.

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"MORTAL. CONGRATULATIONS ON SUCCEEDING THIS FAR…"

Beastboy's whole being jolted unsteadily; from the reappearing pain that lingered from the attack that was only minutes away from happening again and from the shock of actually being back. He knew what would come in a few precious moments

And he knew what he had to do.

"…YOU HAVE PROVED MOST IMPRESSIVE…"

Paying only half attention to the tone of voice that Trigon displayed, Beastboy looked back to Timid. Curled beneath her, she sat atop bloody legs, clutching a hurt arm, her face had fresh, bleeding scratches. Still after it all, she radiated intense beauty in a pure innocent expression of timidity

Just like the Raven that would never be his…well, not the timid part, but the rest was true.

His eyes meeting hers, he gave her a reassuring smile and a wink of an eye, silently mouthing the words 'RUN SOON'

She nodded, fearfully but perplexed.

Trigon cocked his head. "…PITIFUL EMOTION."

As he sneered, Beastboy recalled the black rage flicker within him at the exact moment. But now, none did so. Instead, a magnificent and calming white bathed his core. But so too, this calm was different from the calm of black he had felt before battle. The black calm was one of underlying danger just waiting to break the surface and strike. The white, though, was all together different…

Turning back to face Trigon, the Teen Titan's own green, fun-loving changeling locked eyes with the yellow demon's own.

"…GIVE ME THE EMOTION EASILY AND YOU SHALL NOT BE HARMED…MORE."

The demon chuckled.

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This was it. This was the moment. Finding the calm, letting it wash over him, Beasboy crouched down suddenly. Though his movements felt quick and fluid, all else seemed to slow. Feeling his muscles harden, he shot forth abruptly. Muscles uncoiling, he leapt through the air at the demon mere feet away. As he traveled through the whipping wind, his vision, his core, his skin, his whole being….

…was bathed in a brilliant white.

Timid screamed.

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He looked into her eyes and mouthed to run soon, silently, before winking and turning back to face her father. Timid nodded but was fearful. Still, she knew by the look in his eyes that she could not disregard what he said. She would run.

As her father chuckled, she saw Beastboy's whole being tense up as he crouched.

With a flash of understanding, she knew now he was going to give her an opening.

But at what cost?

Springing forward, he leapt out, arms outstretched, aiming for the possessed minion's chest. As he cut through the space between, the words RUN! Seared throughout her and across her mind. Screaming as he made his way, she saw a glint of silver flash and come for Beastboy.

Bolting straight up, horrified, she was amazed. What she saw was….

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As he leapt to his sure to be doom, something miraculous happened. Wisps of white smoke, or something very much like it, began to radiate from his whole being. As he collided with the surprised and taken back Trigon, the wisps grew in size and began to swirl around them both. Gaining his senses quickly, Trigon flashed his swords out towards Beastboy.

The curved blades burned black and disintegrated into ashes, taken by the swirling white, as they came into contact with the wisps of power. His weapons gone, Trigon grunted and locked hands with the green Titan; gripping each other's arms, forcing each other down.

The wiry green figure and the crimson demon faced off in strength as a swirling spiral of white light and haze encircled them.

Timid stood sill, frozen in horror….

"RUN!"

….until the call of Beastboy's desperate plea jolted her. As his voice echoed out, a potent thunder of power slammed in concussion with the air and black swirls of power encircled the two fighters, whirling the opposite direction.

Turning back reluctantly, she sped across the final distance to the Library. Reaching the doors and the familiar archway, she looked back, turning and gasped. Coming towards her, all traces of white gone was….

Trigon! In his clutches was the wiry, limp body of Beastboy.

Was he…?

She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Turning around, she gripped the door in fear, willing it to open. Her heart leapt as the doors slowly clicked open and swung wide. She frantically stepped to get in.

But it seemed luck would not be with her.

A cold hard hand gripped the back of her neck before she could finish her step through the safety of the Library. Trying to pry her hands off, the powerful grip blocking off her air supply was too strong. She knew she could last not much longer.

Being turned around to face him, Trigon's cold yellow eyes glared.

"MY, MY, THE LAST EMOTION. I SHALL ENJOY DESTROYING YOUR SISTERS BECAUSE OF YOUR WEAKNESS…"

He sneered. " PITIFUL…"

Before he could finish, a pained gasp escaped his lips, cutting his final words short. The sword of a blade rang out.

Eyes wide he looked down to see a white sword edge, long and straight impaled in his chest. His mouth gasping for air, he dropped Timid from his grasp, as he turned. Facing him, was a bloody, bruised and brightly glowing Beastoy. His hands and forearms glowing white, the brightness hid his hands in a mound of glowing force. A long blade of white light, three inches wide and blazing was gripped firmly. Pulling it from the demon's chest, he panted, eyes masked with pain.

"FOOLISH MORTAL! DIE!" Roaring, Trigon back handed Beastboy into the ground. Sending him flinging just within the library, a few feet from Timid's gasping form. Instantly the white light and sword constructed of it, flickered and died out. As the green changeling landed unmoving, Trigon clutched his fatally wounded chest and turned to the terrified emotion.

"I SHALL BE BACK TO CLAIM YOU!"

Enraged, he shot a bright beam of yellow energy from his eyes as he puffed into black smoke. As the beam hit Timid squarely in the chest, the shot slid her roughly into the library.

Gliding across marble, she skimmed into the structure. As her blood stained the stone floor, the doors clicked closed.

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Battered, Beastboy lay crumpled on the marble stone, blood oozing from the so many wounds he suffered that day. The demonic hounds he had first met, those he had fought the second time, the warriors, Trigon and the severe exhaustion of losing the power that had been called upon again and again was too great. Unconscious. Un-breathing.

Unknowingly, a final glow sparked out from his hand. As Timid slid next to him, her shoulder brushed by his leg and stopped, crushing against his fingers.

Tattered, Timid lay next to him, crumpled along side on the cold floor. Unconscious, slow raspy breaths echoed in the empty building. As a connection between them was made, the final spark of white power within Garfield shot forth. Linking between the two, a twinge of small sparks danced between them. Racing over Timid lightly at first, a flash of light flared up, dimly. Sparks shot forth and the mysterious power that had awoken within Garfield Logan, seemingly long ago, the night of Raven's cry of nightmarish terror, expended itself for the first time. As white glowing light trickled over her wounds, Timid's breath caught.

Both bodies lay silent, unmoving.

Neither took a breath.

Things, it seemed, had taken a terrible turn for the worst.

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End Chapter 9

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A/N

Woo! Two chapters in a day…well ok, so I jut broke apart one in to 2, but, hey, it works. Hope you guys liked it. I know the whole, awakening before death and sent back thing is kind of clichéd but it all gets cleared up….well ok so no, not ALL of it, but a lot of it in the next chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed. Also this marks the end of the chapters already written and ready to be typed. Next comes uncharted territory, only vaguely mapped out. Read and review ppl! It makes me feel loved.

As always

Fernnu