A/N: So, first off thank you to the reviewers and the people who favorited/followed/read this far, it's much appreciated and i hope your enjoying. It felt like this chapter took forever, damn it was hard to keep writing. Buuut my weekend is over now, so I might not get much out for a little and figured I should power through this and upload it. Let me know if it's shit. Also any mistakes or word omissions, I've noticed I do that a bit in the original files. I catch most if I read through before I upload, but last chapter I didn't and I still might miss some.

I should note, that generally speaking the information you hear when I'm doing the Titans point of view might not be accurate in regards to Raven and such, since they'll either be A) biased or B) not fully informed.

Chapter 3 - Stirring

Nightwing collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table in Titans Tower with a sigh, rubbing his temples and wishing he had the energy to make a coffee. Or maybe that one would magic it's way in front of him. It was just reaching the middle of the day, but Nightwing wished it would be over already. He'd already been awake for too long on too little sleep, then Raven's breakout - or bust out, he supposed - and his subsequent search of the city with his team, splitting up to cover a larger area had made the morning drag. They were still patrolling their sections now, but they were due back shortly for a proper briefing on what had happened that morning. As if Nightwing's current troubles weren't enough, he'd had various police and government agencies calling him all morning and asking for his assistance; 'Someone broke into a secure facility and stole important information!'
'A husband went insane and murdered his family and neighbor with a steak knife!'
'A dingo stole my baby!'

He'd hung up on that last one, disgusted, but the other two and the numerous other calls he'd received had all gotten the same response: "If it's not clearly a Meta or Magic incident, I can't help you right now, sorry." They hadn't been able to give him enough proof of such involvement to convince him to assist them and they hadn't been happy, but he had bigger issues to deal with right now, so he'd shrugged it off and kept on searching for Raven and her rescuer.

Deciding he had enough energy to make a coffee after all, Nightwing got up and turned on the kettle, which still had water in it from whoever used it last. Grabbing a cup, he put in some instant coffee and sugar then leaned against the counter while the kettle boiled. Think I'll skip the milk this time, black's more the mood of the day, he thought to himself darkly.

The click of the kettle brought him out of his musings at the same time as the elevator opened to announce the arrival of one of his team mates. Turning to sort out his drink, he waited for whoever arrived back first to enter the kitchen.

"Phew, man, I don't ever wanna smell a sewer again!" Beast Boy - known as Changeling these days - exclaimed as he walked in from the living area.

"Clearly you can't smell yourself then," Nightwing told him with a tired smile as he turned to face his team mate, drink raised to his face to cover the smell. That earned him a little bit of an outraged look, since it was Nightwing who'd asked Changeling to scout out the sewer system in the first place. He put his hands up in apology before his friend could say anything, careful not to spill anything. "I know, I know, I didn't mean anything by it. It's been a long day and it's not over yet. The others shouldn't be too far behind, why don't you grab a shower and change before the meeting," he suggested.

"Sure man, I saw Starfire and Terra flying back in, they should be coming down from the roof soon," Changeling said, shrugging off Nightwing's previous comment. The news Nightwing had woken the team with hadn't sat well with anyone, Changeling least of all. Why is it chicks I have a crush on always seem to betray the team or have something happen to them, he thought with a sigh as he left the kitchen and headed to his room. Still, he was glad to have Terra back on the team, he reflected, even if she didn't have all her memories.

Nightwing watched his green team mate leave and shook his head, sighing. He knew this situation would bring back some bad memories, but hopefully everyone - especially Changeling - could put the past behind them. Raven aside, having a probable demon in the city meant they couldn't afford to go into this distracted. Especially one capable of getting past Zatanna's magic, Nightwing thought. Adding Raven into the mix with this new threat wasn't looking like a good scenario for anyone.

About 10 minutes later, and halfway through his coffee, the remaining members of his team reached that floor, Terra and Starfire coming down from the roof and Cyborg coming up from the garage. "Welcome back guys, Changeling said you weren't far" Nightwing greeted them as they filed in. Starfire floated over and hugged him, giving him a kiss - she'd managed a few years ago to stop her bone crushing hugs, except when she was overly excited, much to the relief of everyone who knew her. "Yes, we have returned safely from our search!" she told him happily.

"Oh, so the green bean's back as well? He got done pretty quick," Cyborg said, sitting at the table and raising an eyebrow at the two lovebirds. They'd been a couple for a long time now, but they usually kept any obvious signs for when there wasn't anything serious going on. Guess she needs some comfort, Cyborg mused to himself, thinking they could probably all use some, even if it wasn't obvious.

Ignoring Cyborg's look, he returned Starfire's hug and then nodded his head at the half-man's statement. "Yeah, he came in not too long ago, smelling like roses, so he's cleaning up and changing before the meeting," Nightwing explained for the benefit of Terra, who hadn't said anything yet and was looking around for said green team mate. A light of comprehension filled her eyes as she nodded in understanding.

"So when is this meeting anyway?" Terra finally asked, speaking up for the first time since she entered the room.

"Indeed, I am most anxious to hear what transpired this morning," Starfire chimed in. "Your alert was most vague on the details, simply saying to search the city for Raven and a horned man."

Nightwing finished off his nearly empty coffee in one go and put the cup in the sink then turned to his friends and team mates and said, "Let's head to the briefing room and I'll explain what I know. Changeling shouldn't be too far behind, if you want to go let him know to meet us there Terra," Nightwing suggested. She nodded and headed off towards his room while the other three entered an adjacent room from the living room.

Reaching Changeling's door, Terra knocked loudly and waited for a response. Not hearing anything, she frowned and tried again. Maybe he was still in the shower? she thought. His door wasn't locked, so shrugging, she opened it. And found Changeling sitting on the edge of his bed, no shirt on and hair wet as he covered his face with his hands. Her heart clenched at the sight.

He'd gone straight to the showers after leaving Nightwing to his caffeine, ripped off his pungent uniform and barely stopped himself from just burning it, before throwing it in a washing machine, then jumping in a shower to scour off a couple of hours of wandering the sewers in dog form. He was pretty sure his nose wouldn't be able to smell anything ever again. He'd soaked for as long as he could, mind blank, but aware they had a meeting soon. Far too soon, he'd gotten out and headed to his room for a change of uniform. He'd gotten as far as putting some spare uniform pants on before the emotions he'd been holding back since that morning had gotten the better of him and he'd had to sit down.

It had been a long time since he'd thought of Raven - to be honest, he knew he actively avoided thinking about it. Not only had she been a good friend and a member of the Titan family, but he'd had stronger feelings towards her for a while by then, after the incident with Terra and helping her with her father. He'd seen other sides of her that she'd kept hidden until then, thinking she'd die on the day of the Prophecy. Why'd it have to be this way Raven, he asked himself. Ten years had passed, but the emotional wounds of fighting someone he thought he might have loved and putting them behind bars hadn't healed.

"Oh Garfield," Terra whispered, using his real name as she approached him. She didn't have any of her memories from when she was the old Terra, so she didn't remember what had happened between them, or herself and any of the other Titans. But she'd heard that she and Beast Boy, at the time, had been pretty close and that he'd also been close to Raven over the years. They'd been reluctant to talk about Raven much when she'd decided to join their team again as a new person, with a fresh slate, but Nightwing had given her some details; about her demonic heritage and how her powers were tied to her emotions, how during the Brotherhood of Evil incidents she'd started to act strange and a little furtive, then afterwards being discovered hanging out with criminals and acting erratically, and their need to stop her before she went out of control and put the world in danger.

It had been a year or two after Raven and the Titans had fought when she joined, but she'd heard the pain in Nightwing's voice at the time, controlled, as he related the various incidents to her, alone, and asked that she not bring it up with the others if she could help it. No one had taken it well, losing a best friend, a sister, a crush or a respected peer.

She reached Garfield and placed a hand on his shoulder as he sat there, startling him from his thoughts. He looked up with a pained expression and saw it was Terra - he'd been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't heard her knock, or open the door or say his name. His eyes were a little watery as he covered her hand with his and looked up at her, trying to force a smile as he said, "Oh, Terra, you're back."

"Yeah," she nodded, "Star and I got back at the same time and apparently Cyborg did too." Terra watched him in concern as he blinked the tears from his eyes and resolutely stood up, pushing his emotions down and grabbing the top for his uniform.

"I guess that means the meeting's on then," he said to her, slipping his shirt on and asking, "Briefing room?"

Terra nodded with a, "Yeah, Nightwing asked me to let you know," but seemed to hesitate about something. Changeling stopped at his door and looked back at her questioningly. "Are you doing alright with this Raven thing?" she finally asked, wincing slightly at the straightforward question. But she didn't know how else to ask.

He didn't answer straight away, trying to frame a response. It's not like it didn't hurt, a lot, but..."I wouldn't say I'm doing alright," he told Terra slowly. "I hate what we did to Raven, and honestly, a part of me is glad she's free now, but..." he squared his shoulders and voiced his thoughts, "but if she's really gone off the deep end for good, it's my duty as a hero to stop her and protect innocents."

Terra slowly nodded her head, but she was sure there were things he'd left unsaid. Still, she didn't want to pry, especially now, and they did have a meeting to get to. "Let's go then," she said to Changeling, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of his room.

The briefing room was a medium sized, square room off the side of the lounge and kitchen and it was dominated almost entirely by a large round table, which Nightwing, Starfire and Cyborg were sitting around when Terra and Changeling showed up. In the middle of the table was a holographic projector, and at each seat there was a terminal and smaller screen where anyone could bring up the information being displayed, or send their own. The three Titans already there were talking quietly amongst themselves as the last two arrivals took their seats.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, I'll go over what I know about the events that transpired early this morning," Nightwing said once Terra and Changeling had gotten comfortable.

"Yeah man, all you said when you woke us up was that some dude had busted Raven out and that we needed to go look for 'em," Cyborg said. Nightwing nodded, confirming this.

"Sorry, I would've given you all more information, but I was hoping that the quicker we got out, the more chance we'd have of catching them," he explained. "And to be honest, I don't know too much about what's going on myself. Before I get to that though, I'm going to assume no one found anything on their searches?"

Starfire replied first, shaking her head, "No, I am sorry friend Nightwing. Of Raven and this mysterious man, there was no sign. I halted some minor robberies as I searched, but all seemed fine in the city."

"Didn't pick up a thing from the T-Car man," Cyborg reported after Starfire, "was using the magic sensors, the biometric sensors, everything I could think of. Must need a calibration or somethin' though, the magic sensor was going off at the drop of a hat, city wide." He started muttering to himself about 'unreliable magic' and 'straight technology any day'. Considering the increase of magic incidents around the globe though, the news was another worry for Nightwing, though he didn't say anything to Cyborg yet. Not a lot of people knew about those, so he'd get him alone later and discuss it then.

"Sewers were the same as always dude, full of rats and not much else," Changeling told him, with a quiet 'besides the usual human waste' to himself. It definitely hadn't been a fun excursion, though at least he didn't have to deal with petty criminals or traffic like the other two.

Nightwing frowned, thinking, So it seems like no one's seen them. Hopefully they're still in the city, or things could get tricky. Turning to the final member of his team, he said, "What about you Terra?"

"Same as Starfire, nothing really out of place. Didn't see anyone that looked like the pictures of Raven I've seen, or the vague description of the guy you gave us," Terra told him flatly. She wasn't much of a morning person, so getting woken up so early for a fruitless hunt hadn't really endeared Nightwing to her for the day. And what was up with 'on the lookout for a horned individual'? Couldn't he be more specific?

Nightwing and most of the others were surprised for a second. It was easy to forget that Terra didn't have any memories of her past and so didn't remember what Raven looked like in person, only from the news and Titan records. She could act so much like her old self at times that it was hard to remember she'd been turned to stone for a while, then been freed with amnesia. Still, Nightwing mused, she's had a fair few years to get used to the team and how to interact with us, so it's only natural.

"Alright, well it's disappointing, but I didn't come up with anything either," he told them. "The police constantly asking for assistance didn't really help either, but it sounded mostly like normal crimes so I left it to them."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow at that. "That seems a bit unusual, they don't normally bother us with mundane stuff like that. It's what the government pays them to do, after all. Think something's up with it?" he asked Nightwing.

"The thought crossed my mind, but really, right now there's bigger concerns. I'll bring it up with the commissioner later and get all the details to go over, see if there's a pattern, but Raven should be our focus right now," he told Cyborg, who shrugged in return and replied with a, "Your call man."

"Good. That brings us to the main reason for this meeting." So saying, he pulled out his mask from that morning, having changed to another since then, and placed it on a special holder connected to the computer at his seat. His hands flew across the keyboard as he uploaded video from his mask to the projector in the center of the table, an image appearing above it of the door leading to Ravens 'cell' just before he'd gone through it. He paused there and addressed his team, telling them about the events leading up that point.

"So, at approximately 3AM this morning, Zatanna sensed a disturbance in the magic surrounding Ravens cell and contacted me shortly after to go there and investigate, as she was - is - currently occupied with a League mission," he told his team, noticing their attention on the image being projected and the swirling magical symbols and letters displayed there, having not seen them before. "Zatanna's work," he explained, gesturing to it.

"Anyway, I checked up on Raven remotely, but nothing seemed off. Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry, I had Zatanna send me to the entrance magically, which is about when things started, not even an hour after being woken up," he finished up, hitting play on the projection.

The rest of the Titans watched tensely as he ran towards the wall and it's glowing magic, which opened as he approached, then let out a collective gasp as he passed through and into where Raven had been held, seeing the ruined room and the figures in the middle. He paused again so they could get a good look at the new face, though he had a feeling they'd see it up close and personal some time soon.

"Duuuude, that guy's naked!" Changeling yelled, panicking a little. "Don't we have like, a censor bar on this thing or something!?" Nightwing sighed at his antics and fiddled with his keyboard a little, blurring out the mans waist. "Happy?" he asked, getting a relieved sigh in return.

Ignoring the blushes on the two girls and the still slightly flustered Changeling, Nightwing set the video to slow motion and pointed things out as the video continued. "So, as you can see, whoever it is has clearly had their fair share of fights, judging by the scars covering him."

"Man, are you sure all of those are from fights?" Cyborg asked, mechanical eye zooming in and out, analyzing. "A lot of those don't like any battle wounds I'm familiar with," he continued, being the resident 'doctor' in the house, when things weren't life-threatening.

Nightwing frowned and looked at the man again. Cyborg was right, though he hadn't noticed at the time. In particular there were long, thin, precisely straight scars running the length of his body, though marred with more familiar ones typical of puncture wounds or long tearing, especially along the arms. "Curious," Nightwing said, "though not immediately relevant. Might help us track him down, or find out where he came from though, some of them look quite distinctive."

"I see what you meant about the horns," Terra cut in as the man on the screen continued to turn in slow motion. "He'd certainly be hard to miss in a crowd," she continued, noting the glowing eyes as well.

"The glowing eyes and the horns, then he is a demon, yes?" Starfire asked, "Like Raven?"

"Not necessarily, and Raven's only half-demon," Nightwing answered her, "but it's highly likely, considering the circumstances. Still, I'll be going over this again with Zatanna when she gets here in a couple of days and she should be able to say for sure, and help track them down."

"Speaking of Raven," Changeling spoke up slowly, "doesn't she seem, like...really wasted?" Everyone could hear the concern in his voice, as he asked another question, "What kind of place were you keeping her in?"

They couldn't see much of the room, for which Nightwing was grateful. He'd been focused entirely on the two in the center of it at the time and it was pretty ruined when he'd arrived, so all they could see was the aftermath. He'd debated long and hard all those years ago about whether or not to include everyone in the plans for Raven's cell, but ultimately decided against it. They had a right to know, but he thought it would be too much for them to handle, that they'd want to move her to a more normal cell or jail. He'd known such a place couldn't really hold Raven, so he'd kept the details from his team and shouldered the guilt by himself, though by necessity Zatanna knew all about it all as well. He knew what Raven would say about that though. Those two had always been at each others throats.

He avoided the question as much as he could, though he could feel Cyborg's suspicious eyes on him as he answered Changeling, "It was a secured facility, underground, with some cameras and Zatanna's magic to keep intruders out and magic from functioning. Well, supposed to be secured," he amended. Another reason for keeping everything absolutely secret had been to keep the location from getting out. The less that knew, the less risk there was.

The others frowned, but didn't say anything as the video switched back to normal speed and they heard his conversation with the man.

"Why did his speech change?" Terra asked suddenly. She'd noticed that his diction had improved suddenly when it's eyes glowed brighter. "And what's he mean by indirectly helping us?" Nightwing had wondered about that himself, but hadn't been able to come up with any plausible answers - to either question - so he just shook his head.

"Mortals...So does that mean he is a demon?" Cyborg spoke up, before answering himself in a mutter, "Though, it's not like there's not a decent list of beings that think of us that way."

The video played itself through to them disappearing then stopped, and Starfire raised a hand. "What does he mean about the Heaven falling? Is it not a place that does not have a physical existence?" The others were curious too, it was a strange statement, though they understood he might not literally mean Heaven, unlike Starfire.

Nightwing explained it to her, though he didn't have a proper answer, "He might have been using it as a word for the sky Star, but no, I don't know what he actually means. I don't like it though, and his implication that Raven might be instrumental in something to come." He didn't voice the other implication that she either wouldn't help, or would be coming after them. But then, it was pretty obvious.

Raven was falling, falling endlessly in a great void. It felt like she'd been falling forever, since the start of time, though she knew it was a false impression. There was nothing around her, just Raven and the darkness. How did I get here? Where IS here? she wondered, having no memory of how she came to be there. Without warning, there was a change in her environment. It was indefinable at first, but gradually she noticed something below, things that sparkled and threw off light in this lightless realm, rushing up to meet her. Or was it herself plummeting down to meet them? Did it even make a difference in this place?

She fell amongst the objects that shone with a mysterious inner light, a light that shone outwards and reflected off other versions of itself. She was falling through mirror shards, she realized, millions of them of varying shapes and sizes, and they filled her vision now, blocking out the darkness. They didn't reflect like a normal mirror though. The glimpses Raven got as she passed various pieces were of her own life and left her dizzy; she saw memories of her times on Azerath, training with the monks, putting her emotions in check. Her first meeting with her father in Limbo after Azar's death. Leaving Azerath to travel to earth, meeting up with the people she would later form the Titans with, and the various battles and trials she'd overcome with them.

The memories didn't seem to be in any particular order; she noticed one of her defeating Trigon on earth, right next to getting kicked out of the Tower by the HIVE. Slade falling into molten rock when Terra turned on him, then a glimpse of her demonic side rearing it's head at Dr. Light. Malchior deceiving her into thinking he loved her, tricking her into freeing him from his prison, and then a glimpse of her and...Jinx? That memory seemed fogged over somehow.

It felt like Raven was falling faster now, but she reached out and tried to wipe the fog away from that last memory, of the mirror shard showing herself and Jinx, and it exploded into slivers of glowing silver that pierced her flesh before she could touch it. Around her, quicker and quicker, mirrors shattered one by one, until she was pierced all over by thin, silver filaments. She didn't feel any pain from it, and looking down there wasn't any blood. Raven moved a hand, the first time she could remember moving a limb since she'd been here. She slowly reached up and tried to pull a thicker sliver from her chest, but as soon as her fingers touched it, blinding white pain crackled through her head and she let out a pained cry.

Suddenly, she was jerking awake in what felt like a bed, muscles screaming a protest at the sudden movement, as she tried to sit up and failed. Why am in so much pain, Raven moaned as she curled back into the fetal position she'd started in, something light covering her. She couldn't see for some reason, her eyelids felt like they had steel weights attached to them. Still in pain from her involuntary movement earlier, she was reluctant to try sitting up again, so with an effort of will, she tried forcing her eyelids open so she could try and discover where she was. Everything was just too confusing, the last thing she remembered clearly was heading off to help Beast Boy save the Doom Patrol from the Brotherhood of Evil. There were flashes after that, but mostly she just remembered the blackness, then waking up - naked, she might add - wherever she currently was. What happened to me? Why can't I...remember anything, Raven thought, frustrated, as she finally got her eyes open and took her first, blurry look around where she was.

The first thing Raven noticed were the racks of food and bottled water directly in her field of vision, on the other side of a plain bed, probably twin to the one she was lying on. Squinting through the gaps between the various food packs, she could just make out a metal wall not too far beyond it. And what looked like a large pile of dirt in a corner? What kind of place had she ended up in? It isn't very homey, that's for sure, Raven thought as she sent her gaze as far she could without moving her head. Plain metal walls, floor and ceiling. Simple beds that fulfilled their function and that was it. Plain food and water that would last a while and keep someone alive. She could also spot the edges of a door on that far wall, but it was closed at the moment so she couldn't see what was on the other side.

Bracing herself for pain, Raven slowly shifted her head to try and see the rest of the room - frowning, she felt like her hair had grown longer, even more so than when it had grown out during the time of the Prophecy. Ignoring her hair for now, she inhaled sharply at the pain of stretching long disused muscles, but it was bearable this time, by limiting the movement to a small part of her body. She could feel her healing powers as a trickle throughout her whole body, clearly having exhausted themselves already from healing some kind of major injuries, even if she couldn't remember having any. She'd heal quicker if she slept, but Raven couldn't bring herself to give into a healing sleep until she knew more about her current situation. She finally moved her head enough to get a view of the rest of the room, her eyes passing over a giant circular door on her way, when she froze solid in shock. Past the foot of the bed she was on, sitting in a chair at a book covered table in that corner, someone sat, reading. And she hadn't sensed them!

I know my powers are depleted, probably used up in the healing, but even so! Raven thought, panicked. Even with her powers spent, she knew she should have been able to recognize that another person was in the same room as her, less than three feet away even! But there was nothing, her dulled senses told her no one else was in the room, when clearly there was, as evidenced by the figure turning a page. She didn't think they were a figment of her imagination.

The person in the chair suddenly turned to face her in surprise and Raven could see that it was a he. And that they also weren't human, at least not completely, if the horns and golden eyes were any indication. She tried to shout, but no sound came out. She tried to use her powers, but she was empty. She tried to move, but her limbs locked up.

When Ja'Riha felt movement behind him, he turned away from his book - a basic book on physics, though he couldn't understand much in it, but human science and technology fascinated him - and noticed that Raven had woken up. She was panicked too, though Ja'Riha wasn't too surprised at that. He didn't know what she remembered, but she was probably disoriented and waking up in a place she didn't know with a strange half-demon likely wasn't reassuring. Quickly putting his book down he rose from his chair, careful of the broken arm, and raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture as he addressed Raven.

"Woah, easy there miss! The name's Ja'Riha, an' I don' mean no harm," he tried to sooth her. Either he was successful, or she was too tired and hurt to put much energy into freaking out or fighting. Ja'Riha was willing to bet it was the latter, he definitely didn't look or sound like a very soothing person. Raven glared at him and opened her mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out again.

"Don' try to speak, or anything else fer that matter," he told her, turning his chair to face the bed and sitting down again. "Ya prob'ly noticed, but yer bodies still tryin' ta heal itself. I'm impressed yer awake so early, ta be honest, it's only been maybe half a day," he truly was impressed, but he guessed she'd worked whatever drug they'd used out of her system first so she could evaluate her situation.

Raven flicked her eyes back and forth between Ja'Riha and parts of the room, trying to ask questions without using her voice. He seemed to understand her though, since he asked a question for her and then answered. "Where are ya? Well," he said, scratching his head, "I guess ye'd call it a hideout of sorts. Got some pretty basic magic ta ward people away an' stop 'em popping in when they feel like it. Yer still in Jump though, if that's what worries ya," he reassured Raven. "I ain't been anywhere else but Jump since I came to Earth, actually," Ja'Riha confessed, touching his non-broken horn like she hadn't already noticed it.

Seeing her eyes flick from his horns - or horn and a half - back to his eyes in another silent question, Ja'Riha said, "If ya were a hundred percent, ye'd prob'ly be able ta tell, but I'm half-demon, like ye." Raven widened her eyes at that and tried to move again, only to close her eyes against the pain.

"Hey now, don' be like that, I already told ye I won't hurt ya," he growled at her. "An' didn't I rescue ya from a pretty bad situation? I coulda just left ya in that cage, or done somethin' to ya between now and then. Ye should trust yer instincts."

Cage? Raven thought. She had no idea what he was talking about, but if it was true- no, even if it wasn't true, he'd clearly been there for a while and a quick check confirmed that none of her injuries were external. Actually, now that she paid attention, Raven noticed that she was mostly suffering from severe muscle atrophy and loss of bone mass. She was basically skin and bones at this point too, bordering on malnutrition. Something like this doesn't happen in a short time, she frowned, especially when my natural healing and physiology are thrown into the mix. Had she been here this entire time...? But like Ja'Riha had said, something inside Raven told her that she could, if not trust, then at least believe what he said.

Giving Ja'Riha one last glare, a warning, Raven closed her eyes and gave into sleep, letting her body and powers get to work on fixing her. She still had questions - mostly about what had happened to her, where were her friends - but she could sort all of this out when she was in better condition or when her team found her, Raven reasoned. She couldn't do anything right now except get better anyway. And if he turned out to be lying or untrustworthy, she'd just have to take him down then.

Watching Raven slip into a proper, non-induced sleep for probably the first time in years, Ja'Riha sighed and leaned back in his chair. That went alright, he thought to himself. Not that she could really do much in her condition, but if she'd thought he was an honest threat, she probably would have kept trying to get up and fight or get away, and just made herself worse off. Things would be tricky when Raven was up for real though, he was sure. Demons weren't to be trusted, after all, he thought with a bitter smile.

A/N: It might not have been obvious, and it'll get explained in detail later down the track, when she's getting her memories back, but it mostly starts from after the end of season 4 in the TV show and early in season 5, which i'm changing up a little bit.

If anyone's confused by anything, drop me a PM or leave it in a review and I'll try and answer. Either I'm not explaining myself as well as I think, or it's something that will be explored later on, but it never hurts to ask.

Next thing I write should be a chapter for my other story, but I should hopefully be back to this soon.