Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.

Author's Note: Yes, it's filler. But it's important filler!

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself--nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

-Franklin Delano Roosevelt

Magical Mystery Tour

Raven and Cyborg sat on the couch in silence, finishing off the junk food left over from Beast Boy's therapy session. Cyborg's recommendation of video games as a mind-numbing tool proved to be quite effective. After twenty three rounds of Soul Caliber IV (Cyborg 19, Raven 4) thirty two rounds of Super Smash Brothers: Brawl (Cyborg 17, Raven 15), and sixteen rounds of Marvel vs. Capcom 3 (Cyborg 3, Raven 13), Raven had finally become distracted for Cyborg to stop worrying about a nervous breakdown.

Cyborg laughed inwardly. Raven having a nervous breakdown? God help Beast Boy if she did!

When he picked up the controller again, he gave a slight shiver at the thought, then put it out of his mind.

Robin and Starfire sat on the bench in the park, each holding the other's hand and each lost in the other's eyes… or mask.

Cyborg never did call them about the Tower not being locked down anymore.

They weren't complaining.

Beast Boy, however, was complaining.

"Dude, why is it me that always gets chucked in here? C'mon, give me a break!"

His departure from Happyland had led him to a part of Raven's mind that he'd never been before, although he was certain he'd met its resident. The room he was in was somewhat reminiscent of Robin's training room, except for the little fact that it looked like a T-Rex and a tornado hit it at the same time.

Dumbbells were shattered and scattered all about- some hanging from the ceiling, some lay on the floor, and some left only the hole in the wall behind as a sign that they'd ever been there in the first place. The punching bag was off the chain and lay in pieces next to a boxing ring that had definitely seen better days. Glass lay on the floor near the walls- the mirrors that had covered them had shattered. Beast Boy couldn't find a single thing in the room that hadn't been completely and utterly destroyed, and it worried him far more than he would openly admit. How could something like this happen in Bravery's domain?

Beast Boy continued on through the room, until he reached a door that had been almost torn off its hinges. He briefly contemplated going back into Happy's realm rather than move forward, but curiosity led him onwards. The changeling opened the door and strode purposefully through the portal behind it.

From under the boxing ring, a woman in a black cloak stuck her head out and glanced around nervously before closing her eyes and sinking into the floor.

Raven had finally tired of playing Cyborg in video games (although she would never admit that she had been anything but tired of it) and had retreated once more into the literary landscape.

Cyborg had realized that Raven probably should be reading something a little… lighter… than her usual reading habits pointed her towards. He'd pointed her towards some of his favorite books instead. As one might expect, sci-fi was a favorite genre of his, and Raven soon found herself immersed in the provided literature.

Beast Boy's next stop reminded him very much of what his room would look like, if it were a field. There was at least two acres of land covered in garbage, rubble, and refuse. The place stank like a landfill, its malodorous stench assaulting the changeling's sensitive sniffer. Thinking quickly, he shifted into a vulture (his reasoning: they're used to this kind of smell) and flew into the air. Finally spotting the only exit from this wretched realm, he turned into a falcon and dove as quickly as he could for the portal. If his eyes hadn't been watering from the smell, he might have seen the female figure stand up from underneath the considerable pile of trash to watch him before she too took her leave.

It was getting late, and under any other circumstances, Robin would have been worried about the Tower- Cyborg still hadn't given the all-clear.

But this wasn't any other circumstance. This was this circumstance. And the sunset was almost as beautiful as the girl leaning on his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

"Woah."

Beast Boy was as articulate as ever in expressing his amazement. He'd seen some impressive things in his time, but this was definitely one of the more remarkable sights. Yes, it was dark, dank, and dusty, and like the other three realms he'd been in it had been ransacked. Nonetheless, the sheer volume of information that the seemingly infinite rows of endless shelves must have normally contained astounded him.

I knew Raven was smart… but DAMN!

Yep- as articulate as ever.

He slowly walked through the library, an astonished expression on his face as his eyes roamed the stacks. All around, books lay on the floor, covers and spines broken and ripped apart, torn pages littered the area, and in some cases entire shelves had been tipped over onto their neighbor. As Beast Boy continued, the apparent destruction only worsened, until he finally reached what he could only surmise was the source of the damage- the information desk. Of all the things in Raven's library, this alone was untouched. The changeling inspected the desk, trying to see if there was anything interesting on it that would explain what was going on. Unfortunately, Beast Boy couldn't find anything that would shed any light as to the source of the wreckage. The Forbidden Door had been forgotten- now he wanted to know why Raven's mind was such a mess.

Beast Boy walked away from the desk and spied a heavy wooden door fifty feet off. He approached it and tugged on the handle, leaping out of the way when it toppled over and landed where he'd been standing a moment before. He wasn't surprised in the least to find another portal behind the door, and began to walk through it when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He quickly spun around, trying to catch whoever had been watching him, but to no avail. Warily, he backed into the portal, and into the next realm.

A woman in a black cloak poked her head out around the bookshelves- that had been far too close for her tastes. Nervously, she pushed the thick glasses she wore back up onto the bridge of her nose before sinking into the floor.

Cyborg looked down at his arm- the clock read 22:32. He wished he could get it off military time, but for some reason he'd forgotten to program that in when he'd built it. Mentally writing himself another note telling him to rectify that particular error, he stood up and walked over to where Raven lay sleeping on the couch.

He looked down at her, debating whether or not he should wake her up- the couch wasn't uncomfortable by any stretch of the imagination, but she might not appreciate being in the living room when Robin and Star came back.

Speaking of which, where were those two?

Shrugging off the question for the time being, Cyborg made his decision regarding Raven. He picked up her book and folded the page before setting it down on the floor beside her. Then he went off to the linen closet and grabbed a blanket from one of the shelves. Draping that over his friend, he turned out the lights and headed back to his room.

Sweet dreams, Rae- for your sake as well as BB's.