AN: Hey! So, here's another chapter. I'm sorry that it's been forever since I've posted, but I've been quite busy and it's been hectic here.

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After Raven had been out with Stephen a few more times – not to mention the fact that each time she'd returned, she was...happy – Gar was getting worried, which excelled when he saw that her uniform had turned pure white...again. Ok, so being worried probably wasn't exactly the emotion he should have been feeling for his good friend and teammate, but he just couldn't help it.

Even worse, she kept what Stephen was like a mystery to every one but him. She'd invite him up to the roof to talk and just when he thought that they'd have a conversation not involving her beau, his name would come up. It was just plain creepy. Gar had never seen her like this...it was like she'd been hypnotized...corrupted...bewitched. It was...it was...

"Beast Boy, I think that you being so concerned is unnecessary," Robin said, leaning back on the Common Room couch after listening to his teammate's rant for the past twenty minutes. "She's happy. You should be too."

"Yes!" came the chipper voice of Starfire. "You should be filled with glee at friend Raven's dating and having of the boyfriend! It is wondrous!" Her emerald eyes glanced over to Robin and their hands entwined.

"Yeah, man. I mean..." Cyborg began, and that's all he got out.

"Guys! Don't you remember what happened last time Raven was like this!? The guy tricked her, broke her heart, turned into a dragon, and nearly destroyed the tower!" His eyes flicked back and forth between his friends. "It doesn't worry you even a little bit??"

"First of all," Cyborg said, "Don't interrupt me again, you lil' grass stain! And second, Malchior was some dude...or dragon...trapped in a book. Third, Raven hasn't performed any spells."

"That you know of," Gar shot back.

"Beast Boy..." Robin said in an exasperated tone.

"Dudes! Look, I know I sound paranoid, bu..."

Robin stood. "Beast Boy, Raven is more mature now, more aware of herself and her powers. She's an empath. If she felt anything evil coming off of Stephen, I doubt that she'd be going out with him again."

Gar opened his mouth to argue then snapped it shut, crossing his arms over his chest, conceding defeat. Robin had a good point; Raven was different. She'd been able to feel the evil coming off of Terra. As he'd started to become lost in his thoughts, the other three had slowly but surely been making their way towards the door. The green Titan looked up, another reason to keep the conversation going quickly popping into his head.

"Wait!"

Three sighs sounded and they turned to face him.

"What is it now, friend Beast Boy?"

"Look guys, Raven hasn't performed any magic, but what about Stephen. I mean, he's...into that kind of thing." His fang bit his upper lip a bit. Raven had told him not to tell the others, but he couldn't overlook the fact that if Stephen was into magic...then when Raven wasn't around then maybe he was more prone to the Dark side.

"Excuse me?" Robin asked, that tidbit of information catching his interest.

Gar sighed. "She didn't want me to tell you guys. But the fact that her boyfriend just so happens to be into magic, well, it's been one of many things bugging me, and...well, who's to say that the magic he practices isn't always pure?"

"You think that he could be a threat?" Cyborg inquired.

Gar nodded. "We can't rule it out. Look how well that went with Terra. She had us all, ok, not all of us, but pretty much all of us fooled. No one wants a repeat of that and I certainly don't want Raven to get hurt..." At the three's odd and rather suspicious looks, he added, "We're like a family, guys. We watch out for one another." Good save, Gar, he thought to himself.

Robin ran a hand through his spiky, ebony hair. "What do you suggest then?"

"Suggest?" Two dark green brows rose in surprise.

"Yeah B. You're so hell bent on making sure Raven is safe, then you've got to have an idea on how we should go about it," Cy said.

"Well, I, uh..." His nervous habit of scratching the back of his neck occurred. "We haven't met the guy. That's the very least thing we can do, right, without ruffling Raven's feathers or making her think something is wrong?"

The other three Titans glanced to one another and then nodded. "Sounds like a good idea, B."

"But...?" There's a 'but'. There's always a 'but' in a situation like this, he thought.

"While we agree with your suggestion, Beast Boy. Since you are much closer to Raven than any one of us, you will do the telling of, how do you say, the meet and greet?"

With that, the three finally walked out of the Common Room door, leaving Beast Boy to try to come up with a way to not let Raven's empath abilities read anything while he gave her one hell of a good explanation.

"Garfield?" Raven called after having knocked on his door for a good solid five minutes. When there was no answer, she teleported inside to find that he was not in his room. "Huh," she remarked. "It's not even noon and he's already up." Where else could he be?

She'd checked the Common Room, expecting to find him battling Victor furiously at some sort of videogame. But he hadn't been there. Raven had then gone to the gym, thinking perhaps that he'd be in there working out. Ever since he'd realized that his string bean like body could be sculpted into a mass of defined muscles once he'd turned nineteen, the gym had seemed to become his home away from home. But he hadn't been their either. She'd then phased up to the roof, but once again had come up empty. So, she'd assumed that he'd taken to sleeping in. Apparently, she been wrong, yet again.

So there Raven stood, in the middle of the room, eyes glancing about his room. It wasn't as it'd once been when he was younger. Remembering the shocking day that she'd seen a rather large stack of boxes outside his room, labeled "old" or some other title. She'd never been completely sure how he'd managed to pay for it all, but at the time she hadn't thought much of the change, chalking it up to being ordered to do so by Robin.

Come to think of it, I've never really seen the remodeling job, Raven began to look more closely at the changes.

The bunk bed had been traded in for a rather nice queen sized bed. But, he was Beast Boy and therefore breaking away from his favorite color of green wasn't happening any time soon. His sheets had vertical lines on them, two thick strips of a forest colored green surrounded by two thinner strips of black, and underneath that was white. His pillowcases had the same pattern, except on the side that was open three inches of material was that forest green color and embroidered in purple was "B.B.". On top of his regular sheets was a rather large, lighter colored green fleece blanket that had pictures of different animals on it.

Moving on, she thought, her eyes scanning the room more. He'd actually learned how to use a laundry hamper...or three. One for the towels he would use, the other for his off duty clothes, and the other for his uniforms.

Raven opened his closet door, ready to shield herself from anything that might fall out and trap her underneath a huge pile of God knows what, but nothing happened, creaking one eye open, she was throughly shocked at the sight before her. Even his closet had been organized neatly and had stayed that way. Impressive, she was subconsciously smiling as she thought it. His uniforms rested on their hangers to the right side of his closet, his many pairs of boots underneath them, and on the left hung his clothes he wore when crime actually did take a holiday.

A hand reached out, running over the fabric of one of his uniforms. It had also changed. He insisted that, since he was older and much more buff than he'd been before that he'd needed a new uniform. She'd expected him to come back to Titan's Tower with the same style of uniform, only a couple sizes bigger and longer, since he'd gone through quite a growth spurt.

Now, everyone knew it took a lot to pry Raven's eyes away from a good book, but the moment he'd walked through the Common Room doors in his new outfit, everyone had stopped what he or she had been doing. Another smile tugged at her lips as she remembered.

Beast Boy walked into the room, clearing is throat loudly to catch everyone's attention before a rather confident smile formed on his face. Raven had nearly dropped her book at the sight. She'd known he'd been working out but...wow.

The white, sleeveless top with a purple 'X' across the front not only showing off his well sculpted arms, but also gave one just a hint of those six pack abs that lie beneath the material. The team's insignia resting about twenty-inches down, the black 'T' in a circle also standing out. His gray gloves were now more like the kind that bike riders wore, his green skin standing out.

Black pants with two purple racing stripes down the sides drew her eyes to his side profile and they worked their way down from a good looking backside down the contours of defined, strong legs. Black leather, steel toed boots with buckles on outside side and a zipper on the inside of his legs reached up mid-calf, engulfing the lower part of his pants.

And finally, on his belt buckle, something that was truly Beast Boy had been put in – two green paw prints. Raven had never thought that a uniform could be so...enticing, but he'd proved her wrong, especially when he turned in a slow circle, showing off his new look, while the others "ooed" and "awed".

Raven closed the closest door and looked over towards his desk. A laptop sat in the middle of the desk, a joystick not far from it. She moved over to the desk. A picture of the whole team sat to the far right, as did a few photos of when they'd gone to Tokyo. To the left, she found his collection of books, held up by two black panther book holders. She glanced through his collection – The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe, The Sonnets – Poems of Love by Shakespeare, White Fang & Call of the Wild by Jack London, A Farwell to Arms by Hemmingway,and many other books that she found fascinating. There were a few comic books at the end, but for the part, he hadn't been joking when he'd said he'd been reading the classics.

A large CD and DVD tower sat to the left of the desk, in the corner, but it still had plenty of room to rotate.

She sighed deeply and then her violet eyes caught sight of a leather bound book with no name. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands, just fiddling with it, before her curiosity got the best of her and she opened it to where a page was marked, and that's when she realized that she'd stumbled across Beast Boy's journal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put it down and so, even though she knew it was wrong (especially since she was being a hypocrit and invading his privacy like he always did hers), she read the entry:

Dear Journal,

I never knew that being a good friend and listener could be so tough sometimes. Like recently. It feels like there's been a body switch or something like that, because now Raven seems to do all the talking while I just sit and listen.

I'm not completely complaining. I enjoyed our chats when I was in the Med Bay late at night. I felt like I was finally getting to know the real Raven. Seems I was wrong, because since she's been dating this Stephen guy, I'm not quite sure who she is. I mean, I know she's happy...and that should make me happy...but...I'm not. I want to be, but I can't bring myself to be.

Whenever she talks about Stephen, my heart aches and my stomach knots. All I can do is nod my head and hope that she changes the subject. It may sound mean and unfriendly, but...I care about her...in fact I think it's gone past that now...I think that I mi...

"Raven?" Beast Boy asked, as he stepped into his room, a towel around his neck, and his swimtrunks still damp. He didn't see her slip his journal back into its hiding place. "What are you doing in here?"

"I was looking for you." She said, keeping her cool. "You're up early."

"Couldn't resist. It's a perfect day for a swim." He ran the towel through his hair. "I was just going to come looking for you."

"Why's that?" she inquired.

"Well, Robin and everyone else wants to meet Stephen, so we've agreed that you should bring him over on our usual movie night." His gaze met hers. "Gotta meet the dude sometime, right?"

"Right." She cleared her throat. "Well, I'll, uh, see if he'll agree to it."

"Sounds good." He smiled and she gave a nod. A moment of silence passed and then he met her gaze once more. "Uh, Rae, I'd kinda like to, uh, change..."

"Oh, right. Sorry." She didn't wait for his reply, instead she phased through the floor and then quickly went to her own room. Raven had a good feeling she knew what the rest of that sentence would've said if she hadn't been interrupted. She needed to meditate, to wrap her head around it – the possibility that Beast Boy, Garfield Logan, felt romantic feelings towards her.

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