"WHAT IS THIS? ? "

The shrill, angry voice scared Beast Boy awake. With wide eyes, he scanned his room. Nothing was out of place in his scheduled mess. Blinking sleepily, he yawned. Stupid realistic dreams- The alarm blared, casting a red glow about his room. He scrambled out of his bed, not either bothering to put the blanket in its proper place.

He arrived at the common room, a grin and joke lay waiting for use. But, when the doors swung open, he had to use all his willpower to move him forward. His animalistic nature, of course, had great control over him and his emotions- at the moment, they were screaming to run. The flight or fight sense implored him to haul ass as far away as metahumanly possible.

A red faced, fuming Robin huffed and puffed as an innocent Starfire attempted to soothe him, only to be cut off by an angry grunt each time. Clutched in his white-knuckled fist was a beer bottle- the one he had emptied from Raven's... episode. His ears drooped, but his forced them back up quickly- unfortunately, not quickly enough to avoid detection from Robin.

"Beast Boy." He growled lowly, reminding the green teen of the other's dominance. He felt like a deer before a wolf jumped on it. He gulped and tried to grin. It turned out worse than when Raven tried to the day before she ended the world.

Anyways, the shape shifter was pretty sure this would be the end of his world.

"Dude... Um... That's.. um" Beast Boy's mind fumbled for an excuse, any excuse.

"That would be mine."Robin whirled on his heel to face the pale girl."I needed it for something."

"What in the world would you possibly need this-" He gestured at the bottle in his grasp "for? Do you have any idea what sort of image this would-"

"Kindly save me the lecture, Robin." Her eyes narrowed dangerously at him, "Though you seem to have forgotten, I am of legal age."

The two glared in a silent challenge before Robin finally silently turned, chucked the bottle into the trash can with a clank and stomped out of the room. Starfire cast a short look at Raven, who nodded, and the alien princess flew after the leader.

"Woah Raven," Cyborg grinned up at her as she passed to make her daily tea, "Just woah." He deposited his empty dishes, chuckling, in the sink before exiting the room. The doors swished closed, trapping an empty, awkward silence in the room. Beast Boy felt as if he was going to suffocate in a mixture of curiosity, confusion and animalistic lust.

"Beast Boy." Raven's cool monotone pulled him out of his musing, "Please control yourself." With a blush, he struggled to focus on something other than the whirlwind of emotions in his head. Maybe Raven making tea... scratch that.

"Hey, Raven?" She threw him a quick look over her shoulder to show she was listening, "Um... What was... Er. Why did you...Um.."

"Sneak out, get intoxicated, make a fool of myself and leave you to clean up my mess? I have my reasons."

The silence stretched again.

"Um... Raven, I didn't know you were 21."

"Years are shorter in my dimension. On Earth, I am technically 17. It suited me to go by Azarthian years."

"Oh... cool." The green boy thought about it for a moment, while listening to Raven rustle around the kitchen area. What else is different in her home dimension? It must be hard to live on Earth when it's so different.

He was pulled from his musings as a cup was shoved into his face. He stared at it dumbly for a moment before switching his gaze to her face, shielded by her hair and shadows.

"Do you want it or not?" Her monotone snapped slightly. He took the steaming mug and inhaled deeply- it sent a peaceful shiver down his body. A small sip sent another wave of peace through him- even his animal spirit seemed to calm for the first time in months.

"This is amazing. Thanks Raven." He grinned at her before taking another gulp. Another stretch of silence surround the two, but this one was a relaxed feel, not an awkward one. As he finished the tea, he looked at Raven, who sat with her eyes downast.

"Raven, are yo-"

"How did you feel when Terra left?" She blurted, eyes still downcast and hidden. He started, shocked for a moment. All the peace in his body was now gone.

"Um... sad. Shocked. Hopeless... why?"

"Are you over it?" He thought a moment, still confused. The animalistic hatred in his body was growing, as was the old longing.

"A little. You don't get over stuff like that for a while. I really... well, I liked her a whole lot. It's not something you forget easily." He heard her exhale uneasily, a sign that she was struggling with something. When she spoke, her careful monotone seemed forced.

" I thought he was my basherter, my soulmate. But I was wrong." His empty mug- resting on the table by the couch- cracked slightly. Without a thought, he put his arm around her shoulder. She stiffened before leaning against him a little- a comforting pose between friends. His ears drooped slightly at the thought. Suddenly, his ears perked was the perfect time to do it.

"Hey Raven?"

She nodded at him to show she was listening, "knock, knock."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Knock, knock! Hey, where are you going? Raven, come back!"