Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I only own the poem that's partially featured in this chapter which is titled "Not Alone".

Notes: Yeah! Another chapter! Sorry it took longer than I expected. I'll update whenever I have a chance to go over the chapters. Maybe I'll have another posted by later tonight.

Having slept so much the following day, Beast Boy had a hard time falling asleep that night. He had only been awake for about ten hours and one o'clock in the morning was slowly approaching. He had been trying to sleep for about two hours now, but luck had evaded him. So here he was, wide-awake, and purple ravens flew over the towers in his mind. He shook his head, wondering where the usual sheep had run off to. The sheep's gentle bleating could usually lull him to sleep, but the ravens were crying harshly, as if reminding him of the task at hand.

He returned to his desk, but could find no inspiration, only now noticing the dull tofu pizza smell in the air. His window looked out over the city, but no moon could be seen within the night's depths. It rarely was seen on his part of the tower. However, he knew the perfect place to find it.

Beast Boy gathered his things…pen, paper and a clipboard for a hard writing surface. Supplies in hand, he slipped out of his room, mindful that he had to be silent.

The green Titan came to realize that he was not alone once he stepped foot into the living area. A single figure was silhouetted against the single large window in the room. He stepped back quickly, hoping that he hadn't disturbed her.

Raven sat Indian-style, arms outstretched to her sides. Her body was levitated off the floor, a sure sign that she was meditating and not wanting to be bothered. Maybe it would be better if he came back later.

Beast Boy glanced around the corner, watching Raven in her relaxed state. One would think that the pale moonlight would make her appear even paler, but it only cast a soft glow on her skin, giving off a white angel-like appearance, quite the opposite of Raven's true form. She was in her element and Beast Boy didn't think she had ever looked so beautiful.

"You can come in Beast Boy," the dark girl suddenly spoke, not even opening an eye.

"You're not going to kill me," he asked cautiously, standing on tip-toe as he glanced inside.

"You were trying to respect my privacy," she stated, "I'll respect yours. You won't bother me. Just keep quiet."

Beast Boy entered slowly and sat on the couch, pulling his materials out in front of him. One hand stayed on the back of the clipboard, as if scared that Raven had some form of X-ray vision and could read what he was going to write. But she had returned to her meditation, not giving his presence a single thought.

His pen scraped softly on the paper as he discreetly looked at her from the corner of his eye. She had no idea that she was the subject of the poem to be written. Her words of strength rang out gently, the only sound to be heard in the night. It gave Beast Boy an idea and he went with it, hoping that the words looked just as good on paper as they sounded in his head.

I see you stare out the window

I see you meditate in its light

I see you close your eyes in tranquility

I see you whisper words of strength

You think you're alone, but you're not

It took Beast Boy a second to realize that the words didn't rhyme, but for the first time, he truly didn't care. It was how he felt and there was no changing that.

When the sun came up the next morning, Beast Boy was sleeping quite comfortably on the couch. Why he was though was a mystery to him. He must have drifted off while writing last night, the pen slipping from his fingers and onto the floor. He noted with relief that the clipboard was held against his chest and nobody else could read the forbidden words. A few moments later, sounding footfalls rapidly caught his attention.

"You're still here," Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"Yeah, about that," Beast Boy commented, "How did I end up like this?" He gestured to a blanket that had been draped over him and the pillow sitting behind his head. He had certainly not put them there himself.

"Uhhh…" Raven blushed lightly, "You had already fallen asleep before I finished my meditation. I didn't want to disturb you. I didn't read anything." She added this last part quickly. Part of her already knew that it was a secret of some sort. Besides, she liked to write herself, so she could understand the level of privacy needed.

"The others up yet," Beast Boy asked, changing the subject, much to Raven's relief. She shook her head, hair swaying gently with her motions.

"Do you want some herbal tea," she questioned after a moment of silence, "I promise, it's not that bad." Beast Boy shrugged, but after a moment proceeded to nod his head in reply. He was willing to try something new, especially if it was Raven asking, "It's almost ready. I'll be back in a minute."

Beast Boy realized the second that she disappeared into the kitchen that he and Raven had just had a pleasant conversation. She hadn't gotten angry, growled, or otherwise unleashed her fury upon him. A cheesy grin spread across his face at the thought.

"You know, if you keep smiling like that, it's going to get stuck that way," Raven commented with a straight face as she returned, holding two steaming cups, "Quite frankly, it would scare me." The grin slowly slipped away as he took the cup offered to him.

Raven sat down on the couch next to him, hand protectively over her own cup. She sipped her drink slowly and Beast Boy soon followed her example. His face contorted just a bit as he drank the somewhat bitter liquid, the heat slowly going down his throat. Despite those displeasures, it wasn't half-bad.

"Did you buy him a gift yet," a curious Starfire questioned later that day, hovering over Raven, "You came back quite late last night."

"Well, the bookstore employees kept it open late for me," Raven responded, "A special privilege of being an honorary member." Seeing the confused look that alien was giving her, Raven continued, "It basically means because I'm a Titan…therefore a sort of…celebrity or something. I don't go there often, but I know a few of the employees by name."

"How exhilarating," Star exclaimed, "but you still have not answered my question."

"Yes, I got him something," Raven sighed, "I just hope that he likes it."

"Why would he not," Star asked, "Beast Boy likes you and you like him, correct?"

"Why would he like me," Raven questioned, a bit stunned, "and how would you know this anyway?"
"Just some clues that I have happened upon," Star replied, proud of being able to keep her secret, "I am sure he will love it Raven. It is from you, is it not?"

As Starfire flew away, Raven found that the words were comforting in a way. Maybe Starfire was right. Maybe Beast Boy would like it. Raven could only hope she was right.