AN: Hey! So, here's another chapter. Things have been really, really crazy around here and I'm going to try to start fitting in more writing into my schedule. However, I cannot guarantee that my Muse will cooperate and that there will be rapid uploads.

That said, I'm interested in what you guys think should happen. I was thinking that I might make Stephen be Malchior in disguise…or perhaps one of Slade's new apprentices. But I want your input because you guys rock and are the reason I keep writing!

So please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

Beast Boy scowled at the doors to the Common Room shut closed with a hissing sound, finalizing Raven's departure. He wasn't sure how long he spent glaring at the metal doors, but after a while he could feel sleep pulling at him. He turned back around, gaze moving to the floor.

"What's so great about that Stephen guy anyway?" he muttered. "One date and he's some sort of God to her or something."

He stood up and then jumped over the back of the couch. He just couldn't figure out what it took to get to Raven. He'd been trying to solve that mystery for years and now, in walks some stranger who gets her to lower her internal security defense system in one stinking night!

How long had he taken her insults? Her less than enthusiastic attitude towards him? Sure, they'd had some moments in the past where civility could definitely have been seen as more. Beast Boy let out a huff as he made his way out of the Common Room.

He shoved his hands into the pockets on his pants. "The last guy who did this to her broke her heart. How could she possibly forget about what Malchior had done to her?"

Beast Boy stopped and sighed deeply, shoulders dropping. He knew that she hadn't forgotten. Hell, how could anyone forget such a betrayal? At the thought of Terra's treachery, even he cringed and felt a shot of pain run through him. A hand raked through his spiky green hair.

"Ok, Beast Boy, you're an adult now. The least you can do is give this guy the benefit of the doubt. And besides, when you finally meet him, you make sure that he understands that if he ever breaks her heart that you'll thrash him into the next millennium."

Satisfied with his decision, Beast Boy continued his journey to his room.

Raven didn't understand. She thought that Beast Boy would've been thrilled to find out that she had actually found someone who'd managed to make her feel special.

"Remember, Raven, you two have been getting closer ever since his accident," a voice in her head reminded.

She sighed. She had felt every emotion from confusion to jealousy to anger coming off of him. The only time she knew that guy would act in such a way was if they liked that certain person…or so Starfire had told her.

"But that's impossible," she said aloud, "He and I, we're not like that. We're just good friends, teammates."

Raven moved to lie down on her bed; fingers moving up to rub her temples gently. She'd enjoyed every conversation she'd had with Beast Boy while he'd been in the Med Bay. She'd come to realize that he'd grown up and had come to appreciate things that Raven had never thought he'd even take an interest in.

She closed her eyes, another sigh escaping and a memory wiggling its way free from her mind.

Raven had been walking down the hall to the Med Bay when she heard it – screaming. Her walk quickly turned into a run and she was soon standing next to Gar's bed. The other Titans had gone out on a mission, leaving Raven to look after her fellow teammate since they'd been getting along much better.

His eyes were closed, brows knitted, trembling, and sweat trickled down his face. As her violet eyes moved downward she noticed that he didn't have a shirt on. Raven suddenly found herself hypnotized, her eyes watching a particular bead of sweat follow the defined lines of his six pack abs.

Heat rose to her cheeks as she stood there, before another scream left him, bringing her back into reality. She quickly took hold of both his shoulders and began to shake him.

"Beast Boy!" she shouted. He wasn't screaming, but he kept saying something over and over again. "Beast Boy! C'mon! Wake up!"

His emerald eyes opened and he shot up, letting out a slight sound of pain. "Ra-Raven?" he said in between puffs of breath.

"That was one hell of a nightmare there, Gar."

"Nightmare?" he looked at her confused and then nodded. "Right, nightmare. Yeah."

The two sat in silence and Raven once again found herself watching the sweat trickle down his pecks as he took in deep breaths. She wanted to say something but words caught in her throat and for some reason she found herself licking her lips, some part of her wondering what his skin felt like.

She put more distance between them. "Do you need anything?"

"Honestly?" At her nod, he said, "Your company is what I need."

As the memory faded away, unbidden images flashed through her mind. Sure, she'd admit that he was now an attractive twenty-year-old man and no longer the scrawny string bean he'd once been. She shook her head and then opened her eyes.

"No way. There's no way, Gar likes me in that way. And besides, Stephen is a great guy."

Then why did she suddenly feel so bad that she'd caused Garfield to feel all the emotions he had back in the Common Room?