AUTHOR'S NOTE [IMPORTANT]: First of all, I apologize for everything. For taking so long, for writing a mediocre story, etc. But most of all, for abandoning this project. I hate to do this, but I've been putting it off for too long. I've tried over this past year to try and get back into the swing of things, but I'm just not feeling it. I've started another, bigger, project on a different fandom, and so I've left this to gather dust. And now, I'm finally calling it. At 8:05 PM Eastern Time, on April 21st, 2017, DayDreams is declared DEAD.

I know. I'm sorry. What's worse, this last chapter isn't even finished. It's a long story, but I had actually finished this chapter, but I was unable to find that specific document, so I've uploaded the only other copy I could find, which was this one. And it's probably only a third. But I hope it at least serves as some sort of sufficient offering to appease some of you.

I want you all to know that I have read every single review on this story, and it just breaks my heart every time I get those wonderful comments about how you guys liked the story, and that I shouldn't quit, and that it doesn't matter if it takes forever, that you'll wait, etc, etc. I hate letting you guys down. I really do. But it's just not the right time. I don't want to make (any more) promises that I can't keep, so I won't say that I'll ever finish this story. But who know? Maybe someday. And maybe one of you out there wants to have a go at giving this story an ending. I still have the entire plot outline and everything sketched out, so if anyone's interested, contact me and I'll give you my notes and my blessings.

This story isn't mine. I feel like this story belongs to you, to the community. I'm just disheartened that I couldn't give you more.

With this final note, I ask for your forgiveness, and bid the community, a fond farewell. May we meet again, in this life or the next.

(Yeah, okay, that was a bit melodramatic. But hey, maybe one day I'll be back! Here's hoping!)

The sound of a titanium-alloy fist colliding with a reinforced steel blast door was a sound unlike any other. Reminiscent of the booming sound of a bolt of lightning ripping through a minefield. Granted, Beast Boy had never heard a bolt of lightning ripping through a minefield, but it was the first image that came to mind as he listened to Cyborg beating relentlessly against his bedroom door at an ungodly hour.

"Come on, grass stain, open up! Rise and shine!" His voice boomed even through the seven-inch thick, supposedly-soundproof door. His alarm clock had nothing on him. And worst of all, he never seemed to have to stop and breathe.

Groaning with a vengeance, he flung his pillow out from under his head towards the door as he fought to keep his eyes closed. It landed with a harmless and silent poof, and fell to the floor, staring blankly back at him. As the noise continued, and he pressed his arms against his head, Beast Boy recognized it might have been a better idea to smother himself with the pillow first.

Knowing full well the limits of Cyborg's patience, it eventually only took Beast Boy three seconds and a yawn to bid farewell to the last clinging remnants of his dreams. Though he couldn't remember all the details, it had seemed pleasant enough at the time. Something about flying, and a rabbit. A lamp?

Shuffling his feet, he stood at the foot of his bed and stretched his spine, relishing in the symphony of pops and crackles of his bones celebrating their release. His eyes were still stuck together, but the little eyesight he did have was enough to start his way across the room towards his tiny closet.

"Alright, alright, I'm up! Jeez! Hold your oil!" He yelled back against the still-defenseless door. A heavy and final thump concluded the barrage of sound, and Beast Boy felt his entire body relax. Silence truly was an amazing gift.

"Come on, B! I'm running late to pick up Sarah! I'm calling Last Titan!"

Beast Boy froze at the words, his heart thudding against his chest. It couldn't be. His luck couldn't possibly be that rotten. Twisting to look at his nightstand he checked the time. Five to seven. Impossible early. And if Cyborg was calling Last Titan…

Ignoring the muffled pleas of his friend, Beast Boy pounced at the closet, pulling the twin doors open and revealing his entire wardrobe neatly organized by clothing type and season. Starfire had insisted it was the best way. And he had to admit, it looked better in there than scattered all over the floor. Still, things were equally hard to find.

Grabbing some beat up sweatpants and an old t-shirt from when he'd still been a lanky, five-foot-four goblin, he dressed in record time and almost tripped on his own feet to get to the door. As soon as he touched the panel, the door slid open, leaving him face to face with his fuming friend.

"You take longer than Starfire to get ready, man! Come on, hurry it up, I'm already late as it is." Cyborg grumbled as he turned away, already marching down the hall towards the common room elevator. Beast Boy did his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he groggily stumbled forwards, trying to keep up with the metal man. If anything was clear, it was that he really was in a hurry. Had his brain been more awake he might have cracked a joke about being dominated by Sarah, but he was more concerned with keeping his balance as well as his eyes open. Not to mention his head attached to his shoulders.

When they reached the elevator, Cyborg pressed the two buttons they needed while Beast Boy leaned against the inner railing, struggling to shake the grogginess out of his system.

"So, you were joking about the Last Titan thing, right?"

Cyborg's glare made the use of words redundant. It was all the answer he needed.

"Oh, come on!" Beast Boy groaned, "I can't be the last one awake! "

"Sorry man, but you know the rules. You don't like it, take it up with Robin when he comes back."

Beast Boy sulked. In his opinion it was a stupid rule. Robin had come up with it after a certain weekend a few years back. They'd all gone off on their own errands, and had inadvertently left the Tower, and by extension, the city, unattended. A minor crime wave later, the mayor had called, and Robin created the Last Titan Protocol. On their off days, someone always had to stay behind until one of the other Titans returned. But it wasn't like one Titan could have stopped thirteen simultaneous bank robberies and twenty-seven armed assaults on their own. Still, there had been no convincing Robin.

"So where are you off to in such a hurry? Looking for wedding venues already?" Beast boy joked, opting for a more optimistic approach. Better than throwing a fit, he supposed.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I promised I'd go with Sarah to visit her parents down in Santa Monica."

Beast Boy smirked. Judging by his tone of voice and involuntary grimace, Cyborg wasn't exactly looking forward to going on a road trip and meeting the in-laws. Smirking, he crossed his arms and relaxed against the elevator's wall. Sometimes there were worse things than being Last Titan.

"Okay, so that's you. Where did everyone else go?"

"Robin's in Gotham. Apparently, the Bat's got a whiff of something going down on our turf. Robin took the jet to get the full briefing. You know, insecure channels and all that."

"Batman's got a lead in Jump? How come we didn't pick up on it first?"

"Don't know. Probably something on the move. Robin'll tell us when he comes back.

"Sure, I guess. But what about the girls? It's not like them to bail on a Sunday. It's our off day, we were supposed to chill together, man!"

Cyborg smirked, mirroring his pose on the opposite side of the elevator. Something about his knowing stare rubbed Beast Boy the wrong way, and he shivered, breaking eye contact and rubbing his arms. He felt like he was under the microscope, although with Cyborg, that was usually the case. Cyborg on the other hand, looked smug.

"What's wrong, BB? Missing Raven already?"

Beast Boy glared.

"Dude. Too soon."

"Oh come on, B, lighten up!" Cyborg chuckled, stretching across the elevator to give him a playful, hydraulic-powered punch on the shoulder.

"Not cool, man. I still don't know what I'm going to say when I see her."

"Well, I don't think you've got to worry too much about that. I talked to Rae yesterday. I think she'll get over it soon enough." He said with a wink.

Beast Boy wasn't sure how to respond, other than to gawp at his miracle-worker of a big brother. His face must have been a sight to see, based on the way a wide smile split Cyborg's face.

"Dude, seriously?! Oh, man, you're a lifesaver, Cy!"

"Don't thank me just yet. I just paved the way a bit. You're gonna have to do the heavy lifting on this one."

"I don't care," Beast Boy said, unable to stop the grin that spread on his face. "As long as she gives me a chance before she tosses me out the window, I'm happy. I owe you one Cy, for real."

"One? Man, you owe me a few dozen at least. How many times have I saved your skinny but over the years?" Cyborg smirked, the conversation shifting in tone. Beast Boy smirked, playing along.

"Depends. From danger in general, or just from Raven?"

"I've saved you from Raven at least thirty-something times by now."

"You wish. Twenty-eight. I keep track."

Cyborg laughed, and all tension from the previous conversation dissolved. Their friendship was a special one. It was a bromance of sorts, as many would be inclined to call it. To him, Cyborg would always be the older brother he never had, and as close to a parental figure as he could consider. Mento didn't count. Mento had never counted. But Cyborg was a role model for him. Not to mention the only one he could play stankball with on occasion.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and opened up unto the short hallways that led to the common room. Beast Boy stepped out and took a deep breath, already savoring the breakfast spread he'd be able to prepare all for himself.

"Hey man, I don't know about Robin and the girls, but I'll probably be back around lunchtime. Don't throw away my meat this time or I swear I'll tell Raven about the time you stole one of her cloaks!"

"Hah! You have no proof!"

"Proof? I know you hide it in your room. I'll just tell Raven to go in there and look for it."

The elevator doors slid shut, muffling Cyborg's raucous laughter as Beast Boy shifted his weight from foot to foot, blushing madly. He'd been so sure he hadn't been caught. And in his defense, it had started out as a prank. He still wasn't so sure why he'd kept it. He told himself it might come in handy someday. For a different prank, of course. The fact that it smelled just like her had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Grumbling a few choice curses in honor of his robotic teammate, Beast Boy walked into the common room and immediately made his way towards the kitchen. In a few minutes he'd prepared a veritable buffet of breakfast delicacies, ranging from whole wheat toasts with every jam in their fridge, granola-oatmeal mix, a brilliant array of fresh fruits, and half a dozen toaster waffles with a healthy serving of maple syrup and strawberries. It took him half as long to devour everything before him. One of the many perks of having the whole of the animal kingdom within your DNA. A healthy appetite and a raging metabolism.

His breakfast binge complete, he headed for the couch and flipped on the television, grabbing a joystick as he plopped himself down on the couch. He had hoped to take the day for himself, veg out on the couch, go for a walk in the park, a leisurely swim in the harbor. And that oh so important appointment that came by once a month. But that was late in the afternoon, and one of the others would probably be back by then. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. With things being as they were, he figured he might as well start the day by vegging out.

The atmospheric sound of nighttime filled the common room as his game began. Hunted. It was as though the triple-A gaming industry had decided to cater to his darker tastes for once. A game where he could take control of a dangerous beast, whose only objective was to run rampant through a thick jungle and hunt down its prey.

Though a bit macabre in that sense, it was less of a game and more of a cathartic experience for him. His bloodlust had only grown over the years as puberty had progressed, and he'd felt the collective hormonal experience of the entire animal kingdom. The basic instincts of every animal had surged forth, and then some. Bloodthirst was only one of the urges that had hit him, and so far had been the easiest to curve. Violent video games finally had a reason to exist. His more, carnal needs, had needed special attention. Needless to say, it had been an awkward phase. And probably one of the more obvious reasons as to why he'd followed Raven around like a lovesick puppy when he'd been younger. At least, until three years back.

He shook his head clear. If there was something he'd learned in all his twenty one years of life, it was that not thinking about it made it easier to forget about it, and bury it deep where it couldn't hurt anymore.

Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he grasped the controller with fierce strength and focused solely on stalking his next victim before slashing his throat from the shadows.

Better than thinking about the tear that was running down his cheek.

Raven's transition from night to day was usually calm, quiet, and practically instant. Her alarm clock usually provided the necessary catalyst, and years of meditation and willpower training had given her the ability to pass from a stage of deep sleep to a state of total awareness.

That morning however, the only thing her alarm had managed to do was convince her to open her restless eyes and put an ends to hours of sleepless tossing and turning. Her uncomfortably lucid dream had pushed her over the edge, and she'd forsaken sleep in the hopes of preventing another… incident.

Blinking open bloodshot eyes, Raven glared at the offending pile of laundry amassed in the corner of her room. She'd torn off her bedsheets and stripped her nightgown, disgusted at her own loss of control, and now she had to figure out how to take care of the mess. Blood rushed to her cheeks as memories of her pleasure returned unbidden.

In her twenty years, she had of course experimented with her sexuality, and had discovered the pleasures of masturbation at an early age. What half-human wouldn't? However, whenever her pleasure had "peaked" in the past, she had lost control of her powers. What was an orgasm if not an intense emotion of pleasure and lust?

Still, after the May Blackout a few years back, she'd decided to hold off on her pleasure for the sake of her own dignity. Even if the authorities had blamed rusted power couplings in the harbor area, she knew it would only take a few more incidents like that one for her teammates to link the blackouts with her mysterious disappearances.

Raven sat up on her bed, studiously observing her hand. It was odd, then, that one of her most intense orgasms had caused absolutely no sort of imbalance or explosion of her powers. She closed her eyes and muttered a familiar incantation, waiting to feel the tell-tale tug of levitation.

But no levitation came. She focused once more and recited a stronger spell, staring at her hand. But no black magic encompassed her hand, no surge of energy came from her chakra. She blinked at the discovery, but eventually gave up, exhausted at her own mental exertion.

It was probably simply exhaustion, lack of sleep, and her own emotional imbalance. Surely a few good hours of meditation would help ease her troubles, and set her powers back under her command. Rising from her bed, covered only in a shirt three sizes too big, Raven made her way towards her closet. As she walked past her door, she spotted a strangely out of place square of white lying on the floor, right next to her door. Curiosity got the better of her, and she picked up the small slip of paper, reading the contents silently as she tried to wrangle her hair back with her free hand.

Raven,

I have left to accompany Robin out of the city for an important meeting. He has asked me to tell you that you must be the Last Titan today, until Cyborg or Beast Boy returns. I am most sorry that you must stay in the tower all alone and by yourself. I hope you do not hold harsh feelings towards us.

Your Friend,

Starfire

Raven felt the ghost of a smile play upon her lips. Last Titan. At last, it seemed like luck was on her side. Tossing the note aside, she picked up the heap of laundry that lay as a testament to her shame, and opened the door, not bothering to change out of her sleepwear. Or rather, the flimsy shirt she'd stolen from Cyborg a few years back after one of their battles with Plasmus.

Her whole body vibrated, and she felt the inexplicable urge to hum as she walked down the hall towards the elevator. As soon as she'd read Starfire's wondrous news, her mind had begun to plan her entire day accordingly. Zero stress. A quick breakfast snack, laundry, borrow Cyborg's stereo for some relaxing music while she meditated in the middle of the common room. Followed by a healthy dose of reading, and regaining control of her powers.

But first things first. As she approached the elevator, she saw the digital screen above counting down the floors. -1. The Garage. She shrugged. Starfire had probably left the note just a few seconds earlier, before heading off with the Boy Wonder to do Azar knew what. Probably some sappy picnic date, or yet another trip to the mall of shopping.

Like you're not wishing someone would take you out on a picnic date?

She froze mid-step, her face burning bright red. Had she actually thought that? No, it must have been one of her emotions playing tricks with her again. Although envy was new.

Who are you kidding, Rae-Rae? You're lucky Starfire's with Robin now. With a body like hers, Beast Boy would have…

She pressed the button to summon the elevator repeatedly, her whole body trembling with rage. Those thoughts were not her own. They couldn't be. She loved Starfire. She'd been a sister to her. She would never be jealous of the bond she shared with Robin.

Even though you're afraid you'll never form that sort of bond with anybody?

Before she could think of an answer, the elevator opened its doors, welcoming her to it's cold, steel embrace, where no one could she her pained expression, or her trembling hands.

It took only a few seconds for the elevator to reach the main floor, its doors opening to the short hallways leading to the Titans favorite area. Raven stepped out, laundry still tightly clutched to her chest as she quietly chanted her mantra under her breath. Anything to keep those wayward thoughts from attacking her again.

Such was her concentration, that when she entered the common room, she didn't notice the smell of a freshly made breakfast. Nor did she hear the sounds of a video game playing out the speakers of their massively oversized entertainment unit. And by the time her eyes focused on her surroundings, and saw the all-too familiar mop of green hair, the only other occupant in the room had finally become aware of her, and turned to face her with a shocked expression that probably rivaled her own.

"Wha- Raven? What are you…? I thought you were…?"

She didn't respond. She couldn't. Her mind had frozen completely, and offered no helpful hints as for what to do in such a situation. She was in the middle of the common room, wearing only a shirt, carrying a pile of dirty laundry, in front of the person who was causing her mind to break, little by little. And based on his own blush, this probably wasn't a dream.

She watched silently and with frightened eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere except in her general direction.

"I, uh, I'm sorry for the mess, Rae. I kinda thought I was alone, figured I could clean it up later you know. Um…"

His eyes darted back over to her, and she saw his gaze flicker ever so slightly across her body, and the pile of dirty clothes in her arms. His eyes spread a bit wider, and his entire face turned a strange shade of maroon. She might have laughed at the sight, but she was almost certain her face was crimson red by now. Shuffling her feet, she tried to disappear behind her laundry, clutching it tighter against her exposed body.

Beast Boy silently turned and shut down the game, leaving them both in an unbearable awkward silence. She watched, out of the corner of her eye, as he hopped off the couch and made his way towards her. No, not towards her. Towards the elevator. She wasn't sure if she should feel hurt or relieved. She only knew she wished her powers were working so she could teleport out of the room, into a distant dimension.

"Sorry. I'll, um, be right back." Beast Boy muttered as he quickly shuffled his way past her, careful to avoid looking at her. Or at least she assumed. She made sure her eyes were fixed on an imaginary spot far away in the horizon. As he brushed past her, she felt the waves of emotions rolling off of him, practically thickening the air around her.

All she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears as she recognized the emotions. Shame, fear, regret. But there were others, intertwined, and for some reason, inexplicably clear to her. Longing, passion, lust.

She tried not to think too much about it. Easier said than done.

It wasn't until she heard the familiar sound of the elevator doors swishing shut that she released her pent up breath. Her mind raced. She wasn't certain about what had just happened, but she knew one thing. She certainly wasn't the last Titan in the Tower. Gathering up a few socks that had fallen from her grasp, and grateful that nobody was standing behind her, she clutched her load and forsaking her breakfast, headed to the laundry room to at least take care of that matter. This time, however, she took the stairs.