As you may have noticed, I am making a few changes to this story along the way. Crow doesn't exist yet, not in this astral plane, anyways, and Raven/Thorne is less. . . dramatic. She's not as showy as she was before. She's still a performer, a supervillain in her ways of presentation, but not the same as my original story.

I realized that I keep forgetting to do this, so;

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this idea. Not the show, not the comics, not the characters. I own the name "Thorne" and a very comfortable writing spot. That's how this story got here, after all.

Anywhosen, ON WITH THE STORY!

It was about four hours before Beastboy woke up, confused and unsure of his location. After a moment, he realized that he was in the infirmary, his body connected to many machines by multiple needles.

He sat up, and the needles tugged at his skin. Growling impatiently, he began pulling needles from his arms, causing monitors to start beeping like mad. Cyborg appeared in the doorway only moments later, looking worried and disgruntled.

"You're awake," he commented, grabbing a clipboard and glancing over it. Beastboy simply nodded. "You've been out for a while, man. Almost four hours. You okay?"

Beastboy nodded. "Yeah. I don't really remember much- she was. . . toying with me, I think," he told his metal friend. After a short pause, he added, "She didn't attack, not once."

"I take exception to that. She certainly kicked our asses," Robin said lowly, pressing an ice pack to his sternum. Beastboy hadn't noticed before, but all of the Titans were in the med wing, wrapped or bruised in some way. Seems like Thorne had done a number on all of them but Beastboy. Color Robin curious. "What else happened? She didn't seem to hurt you in any way at all," he added, eye twitching only slightly.

Beastboy's eyebrow creased and he frowned, trying to remember something. "She said. . . that I was cute, maybe? I dunno. I couldn't move an inch and she leaned in then blew in my face," he explained, obviously bothered by something. Something about her, something, was dancing on the edge of his memory. There was something about the way her breath smelled. About the way she smelled in general. He knew it from somewhere, but he had been out too long to remember the exact scent. Only that it was painfully familiar.

Robin "humph"ed thoughtfully, tapping a finger to his chin. "Perhaps we've found her weakness," he murmured, glancing at Beastboy. "How would you feel about being live bait?"

Thorne yawned and knocked twice on a door that appeared to be oak (it was actually three-inch titanium with an oak wood covering- villains could be so paranoid) before twitching her fingers impatiently, smiling in grim satisfaction as it swung open easily.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" the villainess called, humming softly to herself and strolling into the living space. She heard a soft thumping from around the corner and a mumbled cry of "fuck", and then Red-X was standing before her, looking annoyed even with the mask on. "Hmm. You know, you aren't who I was looking for. Villain convention I didn't know about?" she asked, breezing past him, further into the flat.

"Hey," he replied, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her to face him. "What are you doing here? How did you get in? Who are you?"

She snorted. "Too many questions, all of which are none of your damn business. Goodbye," she responded. She flicked her wrist and he slid backwards out of the door, and it slammed shut behind him. "Now then," she muttered, floating throughout the residence. "Slade!" she called, growing irritated by his lack of appearance. Finally she found him, pouring two glasses of thick red wine and holding one out to her.

"Wine?" he offered, arching an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes.

"You kept me waiting to pour wine?" she drawled, shaking her head in aggravation. "Ridiculous. And to think I was considering accepting your offer of a partnership."

Red-X appeared then, quite literally out of no where, stepping in between the two and snatching Thorne's wine glass. "Partnership? Offer? Ridiculous? I want in," he said. He lifted the glass to his face, only to realize that he was still wearing the mask. He growled in frustration and shoved the glass into Thorne's waiting hand, flopping into the armchair behind her.

"You're quite the pest, aren't you?" she murmured dryly, cutting her eyes at him.

"Whatever. It isn't like you were invited, either," he grumbled, crossing his arms childishly.

"Anyways," Thorne replied, glancing back at Slade. "I think I might just take you up on your offer. But only if you let me stretch my wings a bit."

Slade coughed slightly. "Exactly what do you mean, stretch your wings?" he asked slowly.

"Fully use my powers, of course."

It was an excellent thing that both men in the room were excellent with poker faces.

"Right," Slade said. "Let's start planning this take down." With nothing else to say to that, the trio began.

All of the Titans had gathered on the West Coast, and all of them had a problem. They couldn't seem to stop Thorne in their areas by themselves, but there was no one who could help, because all of them were busy. Robin ended up calling all of them in, figuring that if there was no one for her to fight in these areas, she would stop terrorizing them. It was only partially true. The girl moved extremely fast, after all. It was only a few hours later and she had already converted everyone away from their governments and into the belief of Thorne. None of the Titans understood why. It was almost like she had this. . . need for love. Admiration. She wanted everybody's attention.

Thorne had gotten under all of their skin, but mostly Robin's. She was like a brand new Slade to him, another Red-X. It was driving him mad. Not to mention his damn-near constant headache, which was making him crankier than usual. Every time he thought of Raven, every time he tried to find her through their mental bond, there was a sharp pain in his skull. Where he could usually feel Raven's consciousness there was nothing but a burning, searing pain. It worried him just as much as it angered him. Thorne knew something about Raven's disappearance. And he was going to find out.

While Robin did his pondering, the Titans' resident changeling and geomancer were having a few problems of their own. It seemed that, in lieu Raven's disappearance, their relationship had taken a turn for the absolute worst. It seemed that Terra had found an issue with the picture of a certain violet-haired sorceress on her boyfriend's dresser.

"I just don't understand it, Beastboy. You're dating me," she snapped, storming away from him.

"Honestly, Terra, there is a good expl-"

"I don't want your explanations, Beastboy. When I got my memory back, I came back to you," she interrupted sharply.

He tried again, "I understand that, Terra. But it's-"

"I swear, I do not want to hear that it isn't what it looks like," she hissed, whirling on him to glare him down. Except, her glares didn't hold an eighth of the weight of one of Raven's, and he brushed it off easily.

"You aren't even listening to me! Terra I just-"

"I also don't want you to tell me that your just forgot, because I wouldn't believe that even for a second. Do you understand me? I am no-"

"Shut up!" Beastboy roared, his eyes brightening to the point where they were like green flames. "You just keep talking, but are you even hearing me? Are you hearing yourself? You sound ridiculous! I haven't said any of that. Now shut up and carefully listen to the words coming out of my mouth," he growled.

Terra opened her mouth to say something, but made the wide decision to shut it and simply nod. This was the sharper, angrier side of Beastboy, a side she had never seen. In all honestly, it terrified her.

Beastboy sighed, trying to regain his composure. "There is a reason I have a picture of Raven on my dresser. You are going to listen, and you are not going to interrupt me. Understand?" he asked slowly. She nodded again, meekly. "You will realize that I haven't kissed you since our first. It is because that kiss was wrong. A short while after Raven disappeared, I realized-" This time, it was the loud crackle of the intercom that cut him off.

"Titans, get to the common room. We may have finally found her," Robin's voice informed them, cutting off without another word.

I'm so sorry that this is total crap. I realized that when I first wrote this story, it was just a filler. I have no idea of how to change that, honestly. I tried to make it long and detailed for you guys, but like it said, it is just a filler. There isn't a particularly good way to connect this to the next one in one chapter.

I love you guys, thank you for dealing with my nonsense.
~LBB