GAH! I'm SO sorry this took FOREVER to get out! T-T I'll try to start writing more! I hope you like it, and I don't own Teen Titans. P.S. I couldn't thank whoever commented, asking when the next chapter was coming out because I never got a 'reply to this comment' address, so I'll just say it here. Thank you for keeping me (mostly) honest! ;D

After the initial shock of being trapped, Raven didn't break down again. She had been trained her whole life not to let on about how she felt, even to herself, so that's just what she did. No word was uttered between the two about her cracking, and it stayed that way, buried too deep to hint at.

It didn't take the teens long to find a rhythm and stick to it. After a week of being together their lives synced and started revolving around the other. If one woke up, they would lie in bed and wait for the other to open their eyes. They would eat together, take walks together, sit and brood together, almost everything they did was with the other. Even when one bathed, the other would sit with their back to the pond, leaning against a conveniently placed boulder, and they would talk.

This, it seems, was where the changeling found the first clue to why they were there in the first place. He sat with his back to a rock as Raven finished bathing, and talked about previous fights with Raven. Just as Raven was laughing at something he had said Beast Boy caught a whiff of something delicious. Tilting his head up, he sniffed the air, trying to place the familiar smell. Smooth and bubbly, it cleared his head, and yet he felt drunk with its scent. It was like champagne in cloud form. His head felt stuffy, his nose clogged with it, but he couldn't stop breathing it in, it smelled so good. Soon, the smell was so strong he thought he could taste it, like a ripened berry, just right for the picking.

"Beast Boy?"

He snapped his eyes open and realized Raven must have called his name a few times.

"What? Sorry, I was distracted," looking down he saw his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, clutching the grass beneath them, a twig he had been playing with was snapped into pieces in his hand.

"It's okay, I was just telling you I'm done," Raven said, as she stepped around the side of the boulder and into his line of sight. Her hair was wet and sticking to her skin, glittering as it dried in the sunlight. "We can go back to the cabin now."

Beast Boy blinked again, and mentally slapped himself for being slow, but something was off, and he couldn't place what. He could feel a shifting in him minds focus, as though some part of himself was slipping out of place, only to be replaced by another, more primal part.

"You're hurt!" Raven was looking down at him hand, her eyes large in concern.

The changeling looked down nonchalantly and realized pieces of his twig had gone into his palm when he clenched his hand.

"Oh."

Raven rolled her eyes at his stupidity and hauled him to his feet, pulling his hand closer to inspect it.

Beast Boy's skin flashed with heat and he felt his breathing grow shallow. The light seemed too bright and his mouth started watering. What the hell was happening to him? He couldn't take his eyes off Raven. His gaze flew over her body, memorizing it's curves and lines, settling on slowing watching drips of water form on strands of hair and drip down, hair that clung to her skin, tracing wavering lines across her neck and chest. The water dripping on her dress stained the fabric a darker purple. Watching the color spread, Beast Boy licked his lips, suddenly wanting to taste it.

A sharp sting jammed into his hand and up his arm as raven jerked her hand away. Beast Boy let out a grunt and his mind righted itself, suddenly devoid of the presence that was sucking him up before.

"There, that should do it," the empath said, proudly showing her whimpering companion the inch-long splinter he had previously had buried in his hand.

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