A/N: Yea. I'm sorry. You know how hectic Lacrosse season is for me. It's hard to get done everything I want to get done. Urghh. Anyways, expect faster updates from me, because I'm wanting to get this story done sooner raher than later. I hate keeping y'all waiting.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vanessa Hudgens or the Teen Titans. I wish.

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Say Ok

Raven woke up the next morning lying in her own bed for the first time in a while. She turned and watched the gray sky, noting an impending storm. She had dreamed the most wonderful dream, that Garfield had never really died and they danced the night away. Of course it had only been a dream, but Raven felt more and more everyday as if Gar was still really alive. She felt as if he never died. And for the first time since his death, she needed to meditate.

She sat up and crossed her legs, settling herself into her meditative position. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos."

She felt her soul and her body rip apart painlessly. She felt the sensation as if floating through air and forced her soul to meditate along with her body.

"Garfield," she forced herself to try and make a connection with his soul. "Where are you? I know you're not dead, now come back to me!"

There was a long silence. Could've been minutes, could've been hours. He didn't answer. Raven was about to give up.

"Raven?" his voice whispered. "Raven? Are you still there?"

"Garfield? Beast Boy?"

"I'm here, Rae," he started to speak.

She could not see him, but she could hear him clearly. If her soul self could feel, she was sure her heart would be breaking in two and repairing itself right at this moment.

"I know you're alive. Don't you dare try to fool me anymore. I'm not an idiot. You took my intelligence for granted and think I would never uncover the truth about your death. How is it possible that you could break the window's handle? What's the possibility tha your ring wouldn't come off when only days before you claimed it was too big. What are the odds that driving into the bay would make no tracks in the grass or sand whatsoever or be washed away in a matter of-what?-four days?" she asked him.

"Rae, it's complicated," his voice rasped. "Really complicated. You can't even begin to ponder what I've been through. It's not just you that's been affected by this."

There was a moment of silence in which Raven let his words sink in.

"Meet me back in your room. I'll explain everything. Just...don't be mad."

Raven felt herself slipping away, a sort-of tug at her navel that led her to fall back onto her bed. She looked to her clock (9:06 A.M.) before her eyes closed. With ease she rested her head in her pillow. This was all too much. She felt tears welling behind her eyelids.

"Hey beautiful."

Raven shot up. There he was...Garfield, Gabe, Red X, Keith, Beast Boy. Five different men all rolled into one very deceiving package. But no matter what, in any instance, she still would do what she did next. With a newfound force she jumped off her bed and attacked him in a fierce embrace.

"Beast Boy...Gabe...Keith, whatever the hell your name is," she cried, tears flowing now freely from her eyes. "Oh Lord I missed you so bad."

She pulled back and looked deep into his features. He was currently Beast Boy, the green runt she knew for a good portion of her life. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she smiled at the face she had missed so terribly. His smile mirrored hers.

"I missed you too. Or, more likely, I missed being Beast Boy with you."

"Yea. That's kind-of something you need to explain."

He took her hand and led her to the bed. With delicacy they both sat, his hands covering both of hers.

"It was a little while ago that I found out that I could change my appearance. I realied that I did not have to stay green. And since humans are animals, that meant I could willfully change my appearance. The only drawback is that changing my appearance could drain my power greatly. An estimated four or five hours before passing out. When I was in my Red X suit, I was constantly in my Beast Boy form to regain power," he explained.

"Well, that helps," Raven started, stroking his hand with her thumb. "But, everything's still not explained."

"I found Red X one day after a battle with Slade. Seems he was not only helping himself, but helping us too. He was dying, Rae. There was nothing I could do. His last wish was to have someone take his place. And just around this time, Slade found out about how much I care about you. He threatened to use you against me if I didn't quit the Titans and never look back. I assumed the identity of Red X and faked my death so he wouldn't hurt you. I knew it was cleaner than just running away, so then you wouldn't ask questions. Ever since then, I've been patrolling Jump City as Red X. I've been waiting for the time to strike Slade, bu it hasn't come yet."

Then, Raven vaguly remembered something Red X had once said.

"Remember when you told me that...actually, you inadvertantly told me that Slade was after me?" she questioned, halting his fidgeting hands. "What was that about?"

"He went back on our deal. His plan is to take out all of the Titans. Even with this going on, though, I couldn't come back. I had to stay out there and protect the four of you from afar. I had to do it, Rae, for your own good."

"I understand," although she really didn't. "Just promise me you won't leave me again like you did. You have no clue what it did to me."

Just then, a black ball of fur came tumbling through the slightly cracked window (which was cracked for just that reason). It tumbled into Raven's lap and began to tweet incessantly, as if crooning to a melanhcoly ballad. Raven picked Garfield up in her hands and realized he had burs and thorns and matted liquid (his feathers were so dark she could not tell what it was) in his normally glossy coat.

"Oh, Garfield!" she gasped.

"What?" He asked, not knowing any better.

"No, Garfield," she emphasized, holding out the little bird. "He's hurt."

Raven cradled him in her hands and began to float towards her bathroom. Garfield, befuddled and bemused, stood up and slowly followed her. When he entered the bathroom, he found her picking these burrs and thorns out of his coat, while wiping him down with hot water from the faucet.

"Is he ok?" Garfield asked, coming up next to her.

"I don't know. He must've took a tumble in the storm."

It was true. Since Raven had gone into her medatitive state, a dangerous storm had begun. Garfields fingers gently passed over his dripping coat and felt the spots most prone to injuries. His fingers pulled away when he reached the bird's wing.

"I think his wing is broken. You would know beter than me. Take a look."

Raven looked closer, and indeed his wing was bent slightly in an awkward position. Her eyes closed, willing away tears at her little friend being hurt so badly. With ease one glowing hand passed over the wing and it repaired itself.

"So...this is Garfield?" he asked.

"Yea," she whispered. "I found him the day we found you...in the river."

Raven looked up to him, her eyebrows furrowed.

"You don't want to know what I had to do to pull that off," he recalled, shuddering. "Just, don't ask, please."

Raven agreed to leave the matter at that. The little bird hooted happily once she had picked the last of the burrs out of his coat. He stood and shook himself, flapping his wings. His left wing was noticeably strained.

"He says thanks," Garfield noted as he tweeted softly.

Raven smiled sadly, then looked into the mirror to see Garfield watching her through the reflective glass. She turned her eyes away, nervous to be holding his gaze in such an awkward moment. She gathered Garfield in her hands and brought him back into her room, resting him on her pillow. He burrowed happily and soon it seemed as if he was asleep.

"What are you going to do now?" Raven asked the man standing before her.

He was most certainly not the Beast Boy she knew. He was older, matured, tired, hard-working. He was a man of many years past his true age of seventeen. He looked even wider than he was in a loose-fitting oxford and a pair of loose bluejeans. His green hair was much longer than it had been a few months before, but then again, his hair tended to grow faster than normal. With much emotion his eyes stilll swam, but they were no longer wide and open to the world. He seemed as if he knew all he needed to know about the world; that not everything is perfect.

"I'm going back to being Red X. There's nothing I can do until Slade is gone, Rae. I can't come back to the Titans, not now at least. I need time t work things out, to get Robin on my side, to try and bring him down. I can't let him hurt my friends." His tone was so determined and serious that Raven was almost scared.

There was a soft knock at her door, and they both turned with wide eyes towards the slab of steel.

"Hold on a second!" Raven called, and then looked at Garfield.

"I'll be back soon. I need to take care of some business."

He grabbed her wrist and led her to the cracked window. Rain had been blowing in her room and now the carpet under their feet was soaked. He stood there for a second, staring at her with his wisened bottle-green eyes. With a surge of confidence, Raven leaned forward and let their lips connect. Tears began to fall from her eyes and melded with their innocent kiss. She touched his cheeks and then pulled away, her thumbs caressing his skin.

"When you're close, I don't breathe, I can find no words to speak. I feel sparks," she started before she could stop the words from her lips. "I think I love you."

He smiled, reaching for the back of her neck to softly kiss her forehead. "I'll see you soon, Rae."

He backed up a few feet and then disappeared with a "pop" before her eyes. She wouldn't have believed it if she did not see it.

"Raven!" Someone called urgently at her door.

"Coming!" she snapped.

With a lightened heart, she jogged over to her door and pressed the large green button for it to slide open. She met Cyborg's chest on the other side and had to crane her neck upwards.

"Cy? Are you crying?" Raven asked, her lightened heart now falling to her stomach.

"Raven, Robin's been attacked."

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