Notes: I'm sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. I thought that I had more free time than I actually did. I had plans last night and had to work this afternoon, so I didn't have long to post anything. I'll try to post the next chapter later on tonight.

All was quiet throughout the tower that night. Usually it could be broken by the sound of laughter coming from within Beast Boy's room. Often it was because of a so-called marvelous prank that he had come up with and wanted to attempt that night or the next morning. If not that, then at least something was making noise, like Robin in the training room or Cyborg's programmed sleep.

The faint sounds of pen scratching on paper could be heard from beyond his door, but it was evident that no other sound would break the still silence. That is until a shadowed figure moved before his doorway, their feet barely brushing the ground as they hovered in the air.

A gentle yet thoughtful hmm-ing could be heard as the figure paused and then set their feet on the floor. A warm ear pressed against the cold metal, listening for any signs of life. They strained to hear through the thick material.

"This has to be perfect," Beast Boy muttered to himself, "I want Raven to like this. Argh! Why won't this stupid poem rhyme?" There was a slight sound as he tore the paper he had written on to shreds, before he obviously realized that it could wake somebody else up, as unlikely as that was.

Starfire quietly giggled upon hearing this, but the sound was not to be lost to Beast Boy's ears. By the time he reached the door, she was gone, a small smile on her face. She had the vaguest idea about what his secret was. That was all she needed.

Beast Boy glanced up and down the hallway, eyes squinting in both directions. He yawned once, a sure sign that he was exhausted. Then he closed the door and soon the sound of pen on paper resumed.

"Raven," Starfire whispered the name, knocking gently at her door.

When Raven appeared, half silhouetted against the dark, she didn't appear the slightest bit angry. It was obvious from the calm expression on her face that she had been meditating, nighttime being the best opportunity for the most peace and quiet. The door opened wider and Starfire slipped inside, the moon's glow the only light to give away her presence.

"What's going on Star," Raven asked the alien, the slightest tone of surprise in her voice, "It's passed midnight."

"I could not sleep," Starfire lied, barely keeping the grin off her face, "I know that you are often up late and hoped that I could keep you company."

"Don't you mean that you hoped I would keep you company," Raven asked, "I wasn't lonely Star."

"I did not mean it like that," Starfire protested, "I merely knew that you would be awake at this hour. You are also the only girl besides me. I am sorry if my intentions were unclear."

"Don't worry about it," Raven told her. She paused for a few moments, as if wanting to speak again, "What did you want to ask me Starfire? Why else would you be here after midnight?" She spoke the last part before Starfire could respond.

"We never got to finish our earlier conversation," Starfire replied slowly, "It is just us girls, so nobody else will hear and that we are talking. What did you want to tell me? What is your secret?"

Raven's eyes widened at these words. Secretly, she had hoped that Starfire would just forget all about their earlier conversation. This was still a matter she somewhat hoped to resolve in her own time.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Raven said, "I guess I sort of hoped you had forgotten about it. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit my secret."

"It is about Beast Boy," Star squealed in an 'I knew it' kind of way, "How marvelous! You have both been shot by the arrows of Cupid, correct?" She hovered closer to her friend.

"NO," Raven shouted, destroying a book on her shelf, luckily one of the Edgar Allen Poe ones. She sighed, grateful that nothing of value had been lost, "I mean, I don't think it's love. I may like him, yes, but love…I don't think I'm capable Star. How can I?"

"Surely you are," Starfire told her, "Love is not as complex a feeling as you think."

"How would you know," Raven asked, though masking her surprise at Starfire's moment of wisdom.

"Because if I can love, you can love," Starfire announced, "And I know that I do indeed…love Robin. And you know of my background Raven…"

"And you know of mine," Raven interrupted her, "I've been cut off from emotions. I don't think I've ever felt love towards me….not for many years at least."

(Beast Boy's Room…the next morning)

"Yo BB! You coming down for breakfast," Cyborg called out, passing by his friend's door. When no answer came from within, he approached the door and it slowly slid open. Cyborg was almost forced away by a gigantic wave of papers flowing through the doorway.

Beyond the mess wasn't Beast Boy though, at least not how Cyborg expected to find him. Beast Boy was still seated at his desk, head smack on the top of even more of the crumbled mass. He snored softly, drooling as he did so. It would have been comical if not for the pen still gripped in his hand, halfway through writing a word. Cyborg stared in amazement.

"All of this for her?" He thought to himself, "He must really love her." Cyborg picked one of the sheets off the floor. Only one phrase was written, 'You think you're alone, but you're not.' He carefully hid it in his hand.

"BB? Get up," Cyborg suddenly spoke, poking Beast Boy in the side. The green Titan opened his eyes slowly, "Get some real sleep."

Beast Boy didn't protest, but wearily got to his feet, collapsing the second he reached the bed. He was snoring again in seconds. Cyborg shook his head at the scene before leaving and letting the door slide closed behind him.

When everyone looked at him upon his arrival to the dining area, he knew exactly what to say, "Let him sleep in for once." He turned his eyes to Robin's, "He's had a long night."

"Cyborg, what was that about," Robin asked as the group dispersed after the meal, "Since when do you let Beast Boy sleep in?"

"Look at this," Cyborg told him, tossing him the paper he had picked up earlier, "I think you'll understand."

Robin smoothed it out and read the seven words written in Beast Boy's slightly illegible handwriting. He had clearly discovered the same thing that Cyborg had realized earlier.

"Let's not mention this to Beast Boy," Robin stated, "About reading this that is. We clearly weren't meant to."

"So, we just treat Beast Boy the same," Cyborg asked. Robin nodded, "Then I'm your guy."