A/N: I know I haven't updated frewuently, but like I said, it's Lacrosse season once more. Wish me luck on my game tomorrow!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Death Cab for Cutie (WHO ROCKS!)

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Wait

Raven groaned and woke from a very restful sleep. Her whole body ached and she felt as if she had been hit by a truck. In fact, she probably had been, the way each and every single part of her body was encompassed with a stabbing pain. Without even yet opening her eyes she tried to sit up, but hissed in pain and found she could not. Instead, she turned on her side, and tried to go back to sleep.

She found she couldn't and instead slowly let her eyes blink open. But she was snapped to alertness when she realized she was not in her dark room in Titans' Tower. She was in a lavishly decorated green and white room, with a humongous bed smack in the center, its sheets engulfing her entirely.

"Um?" she asked herself aloud, trying again to sit up, but again failing. Her back was a like a million little pinpricks, each stabbing when she moved a millimeter. Then, a body moved into the open doorway and leaned against it, hands stuffed in their pockets.

Raven squinted at sunlight coming through the window in the room behind him. The man in front of her had very light, sandy blonde hair and olive skin, with amazing baby blue eyes, shining bright. He had dimples in his face and a scar running along the right side of his face, deep, but not crippling in any form. In fact, Raven wouldn't have noticed it if his shaggy hair wasn't tucked behind his ears. It was on the very far right, and stopped just below the temple and right above the jaw line. This man looked very familiar. He seemed friendly, so Raven wasn't immediately alert, and if she was in this large comfortable bed and all wrapped up she wasn't too ready to fight. She was fine just here.

"Hello," he started dully.

"Who are you?" she asked, ignoring formalities.

"X. Red X," he began in that incredibly sexy voice we all know and love.

"Why am I here?" he asked, her breath quickening.

"I couldn't leave you there to die, Raven. I just..." He started forward and sat on the edge of the bed, his body turned in and his knee resting on the mattress. "...I could never do that, enemy or not."

"Thank you," she started. She tried to sit up and he could see she was struggling, so he stood and supported her back with his strong and capable hands until she was leaning against the headboard. "Why am I in so much pain?" she asked, although about three million other questions were more important at the moment.

"You got beat pretty bad. I won't lie; I was scared you wouldn't live," he sighed softly, looking away so his magnificent blue eyes were now shining with sunlight.

"Why are you so worried about me? Don't you have your own life to worry about?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow in questioning. He turned to her with a soft smile and shrugged his broad yet angular shoulders.

"Not really...I have no life..." He smirked. "So I chose yours to be worried about."

Now, Raven couldn't tell why, but his face began to look familiar.

"I'm flattered," she returned, resting her bandage wrist over her chest, making a mock action of flustering. Raven pulled the covers farther up around her after shivering, and continued through her slightly chattering teeth. "How long have I been in...this...place," she ended rather articulately.

He stood and walked towards a thermostat on the far side of the room and turned it up a few degrees. "You've been here for a few days. You've been out could since you passed out in the alley. That's why I was worried. I contacted your team as an ally and told them you were ok but I couldn't release your location for security reasons, and I'd have you home as soon as you woke up."

"A few days?" Raven asked incredulously, feeling her heart rate pumping. Oh no! Keith!

"Five at the most, I haven't kept track. I've been by your side since the moment I patched you up, and really haven't noticed anything else." Raven didn't know why, but she began to blush a light rose.

"Thanks." Raven lifted her arm and inspected the bandages. He took a seat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard next to her, his arms folded on his abdomen. "So what are the extent of my injuries?" she asked.

"I had to take the poison from your body. I have the antidote for everything here in my hideout, and it was a fairly common poison. It made you physically weak and weakened a bit of your immune system, but with rest it should repair itself in a few days. You have numerous scars and bruises that I couldn't even begin to count, and I spent half a day arguing with myself whether to invade your privacy and-well-change you. It was either live with my conscience or let you soak in your own bodily fluids. Conscience or not, I couldn't leave you in those torn and bloody clothes," he explained, looking away.

Raven blushed. "Er--thanks."

"No problem." He looked back at her, blinking twice, before taking a deep breath. "Besides that, you had a sprained ankle and you snapped your wrist. You had head injuries, but not too bad. Just a little bump that will cause a migraine if it's touched. Make sure you sleep with your head on the side at night so you don't irritate it. Also, you had a broken rib, but it healed itself quickly. I was actually pretty impressed."

"Yea, most of my bones can heal themselves because of my abilities. That's why I slept so long. In order for them to heal themselves, my powers need at least a day's rest," she explained. He nodded in understanding.

"Oh, where are my manners?" He stood and began out the room, and in a few minutes' time he was back with a tray in hand, something steaming upon it. "I made you dinner."

Raven grinned and her stomach growled loudly. "I love you!" she began as she stared hungrily at the food, letting him at least place it down before she began wolfing it all. He even made her green tea! "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, but since there was food in her mouth it sounded like,

"Fank oo tho muftch".

He chuckled lightly. "It was no problem. I made some for myself and there were leftovers. Soon after that you woke up. It worked out."

Raven smiled after one huge swallow. "You are amazing."

"I know," he responded jokingly. "No need to say it."

She took three large gulps of her tea and drained it, setting the tray aside and patting her stomach in contentment. "That was the best meal I've had in ages."

"I can tell. You look like you're wasting away," he told her.

"Well, you know, Beast Boy's death was hard on us all. I just...never really felt like eating after that. I felt like it was so horrible that I still had the privilege of eating and breathing while he didn't. I miss him, you know?" she started, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of a long-sleeve gray shirt, probably one of his.

"I can tell." There was a silence. "Did you love him?"

Now this wasn't an awfully personal question. (Sarcasm., people!)

"I think I did," Raven responded, unsure of whether she should be telling her worst enemy (besides Slade) such personal information.

Red X smiled softly. "I'm sure he loved you too. He's one lucky man."

Raven's smile fell as she understood the underlying meaning in that statement. She fiddled with the covers and looked away, barely whispering, "I suppose he was". Eager to change the subject, Raven looked back up to him. "So what's your name?" she asked.

"...Gabe," he responded after hesitating a few seconds. "I've never told anyone my name. At least, anyone who knew who I was. I have too much suspicion in the world around me to give out personal information like that."

"Gabe?" she asked, letting the name sting her tongue, foreign.

"Short for Gabriel," he told her. "But don't call me that. Only my best friend calls me that because she thinks its fun to be mean to me."

Raven smiled. "I like the name. Gabe. It sounds manly."

"Because I'm a manly man," he told her, winking with a pearly white smile. The scar on the far side of his face crinkled. Raven chuckled lightheartedly. Was she really having a civil conversation with Red X? Was this really him? Was it all just a cruel joke, and she was imagining his sense of humor, his wit, and his caring nature?

Raven tried to swing her legs around to get off of the bed and Gabe immediately came over and took her arm to help her. She set her feet slowly on the ground and put more pressure on her uninjured leg, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. She tried to put weight on her injured foot, but her knees buckled, and Gabe swiftly caught her and set her upright once more. She was on one foot, using him as her crutch, as she placed light pressure on her leg and tried to walk. She got a slight limp, and he slowly walked with her, as she began feeling less and less pain. It was healing itself as she walked. The only thing that would not heal itself was her wrist, for she would not have enough energy after her ankle.

After a few minutes he unwrapped her arm from his shoulders and held it lightly. She was doing fine on her own, and after another few minutes she was walking on her own. "Thank you," she started softly, brushing back her violet hair. "For everything...for all your hospitality."

"It was nothing, really. You deserved better than my rinky-dink hideout."

Raven smiled. "It was fine." She leaned upwards and kissed his cheek in a platonic thanks. She pulled back, looking at him seriously. "Why are you a criminal?" she asked sadly. "You're way too intelligent, and kind, and witty to be a two-bit criminal like you are."

He looked away from her, not able to stand her intense gaze. "It is...a long and complicated story. I will perhaps explain one day, but not now. I couldn't." There was a slight silence, before he started. "I'm sorry, Raven." And the tone of his voice and the exact way he said it sounded so familiar to her that she stood there, shocked. What was going on?

Raven took his hand in hers and squeezed it softly. "Will I see you again?" She couldn't help but wonder, even if this was wrong.

"Of course." He leaned down and positioned his lips right above her ear, letting his soft breath fan out and tickle her neck. "And perhaps, one night, I'll visit you."

He pulled back, leaned down, and kissed her softly. She was about to push him away and tell him to never do that again, but she shut her mouth. What was she thinking? She enjoyed it. It was familiar...it reminded her that somehow, she might still be loved. "Just maybe," she whispered hoarsely, at a loss for other words. She turned towards the window.

"Raven?" he asked quickly, before he could take it back.

"Mhmm?"

"What would you say if I told you I loved you?" he asked.

There was a dead silence. You couldn't even hear the steady, rhythmic breath escaping from her lips. Her hand clasped onto the bed post for support, before turning her head so he could only see her profile.

"I'd say your crazy." Her voice was so soft you could barely hear it.

"Nevermind...that was stupid anyways. Just forget about it," he told her, his face an intense hue of red, although she couldn't see.

"Don't worry. Sometimes we all feel stupid. We say the wrong things. You're not the only one," she whispered the last part so it was barely audible. "Trust me."

Raven limped slightly as she walked over to the window and thrust it open, breathing in the cool November air.

"I'll be seeing you around," he murmured.

She promptly flew out, without another word or glance back. Gabe walked to the window and stared out at her retreating silhouette in the brightly lit sky, and slowly tears began to drip from his child-like blue eyes.

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Trust me, there is a reason I made this chapter the way I did. And, if I'm intelligent, there should be a lot of hints in here.