A/N: Hey guys. I know it's been a while. Sorry about that. I've had major writers block as I'm trying to figure out how I want this story to go. I appreciate your patience. It's nearly 2AM right now for me and I have to be at work at 7AM, so if there are any grammatical mistakes I promise that I'll fix them tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review. Love, Ellivia22

Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans I'd have all the comic books.

Trust Me

Part III

Beast Boy

The first thing I do when I wake up the next morning is examine myself in the full length mirror that's located in the corner of my messy room. For the most part I don't see anything out of the ordinary besides the unfamiliar scars on my side and my forearm. My chest still has the same scrawny, yet sturdy build. There is still a couple of visible scars here and there on my body from my time being held captive by those two criminals in Gotham. I even recognize the circular shaped wound on my shoulder from when Galtry tried to have me killed.

Gingerly I touch the ugly looking scar on my side. It looks to be an inch long and vibrant-meaning that the injury didn't happen too long ago. I can tell by the size of the scar that it was a deep wound. It must've been a really big knife that I got stabbed with. Unlike my incoherent dream, touching my strange injury doesn't cause any physical pain. I wish I could remember what had happened to me. Not that it matters. I am determined to learn everything that I've forgotten by the days' end. I know exactly who to ask.

If someone were to ask me which Titan I trust the most, the obvious answer would be Cyborg. We've been best friend since we formed the Teen Titans. He always looks out for me, and I try my best to do the same. Also, he's honest. Once I convince him that I can handle the truth, no matter how bad it might be, I'm sure he'll tell me everything.

I check the time on the circular clock on the wall. 9:47AM. Since Robin gave me the day off from battle practice I got to sleep in for once. I'm grateful. I spent most of the night tossing and turning after my strange dream and brief visit with Raven. I sigh as I think about the lavender haired empath. I wish she trusted me to tell her why she was so upset last night. Maybe after I talk to Cyborg I'll check on her and make sure she's okay.

While I'm getting dressed I suddenly become overwhelmed with nerves. My heart starts pounding hard against my chest and I begin to sweat. I struggle to stay standing because my knees are shaking violently. Breathing is becoming rather difficult. I fall to my knees, clutching tightly to my chest.

Why is this happening to me? Why am I freaking out? I'm going to see my best friend, after all. I should have no reason to be afraid to see him. Yet, just the thought of having a heart to heart with him absolutely terrifies me. What if he yells at me? What if he calls me stupid. What if...what if deep down he hates me? I wouldn't be able to handle that rejection.

It takes me a full ten minutes before I am able to completely calm down. I wipe the sweat off my soaked face, still panting. That's so strange. I've never experienced an anxiety attack before. Why would I experience such a feeling for just planning on visiting my best friend? It makes no sense.

I drive the strange incident out of my mind. I'm probably just overreacting over nothing. I need to forget what I just felt and act normal. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to my feet. I leave my room, bracing myself to finally learn the truth about the past six months.

Surprisingly Cyborg isn't in the living room, nor the garage when I go looking for him. At first I think that he's on a mission that nobody told me about, but when I saw Robin in the living room he informed me that Cyborg was in his room-and has been since battle practice ended. The fact that Cyborg has been locked in his room greatly concerns me. That's something that Raven would do, not the enthusiastic robot that I know.

I stop in front of Cyborg's door. I can hear his voice on the other side. I take a deep breath, raising my fist to knock.

"Mom, it's been two years since I lost you. I wish you were here. I need your advice." I swallow hard, leaning my ear against the door. I know that I shouldn't intrude, but I can't help but listen.

"When I became a Teen Titan I promised myself that I would stop wallowing in self pity and put others needs before my own. I-I haven't been living up to that promise. In fact I've been the total opposite of a hero. I did unforgivable things to my best friend." I hear what sounds like a sob. "I called him stupid and refused to help him when he was severely injured. Beast Boy has every right to hate me. I w-wish there was a way I could earn his trust again so that he'll stay when he regains his memory. I want him to know how sorry I am for being so cruel."

All the air leaves my lungs. Cyborg was the one that hurt me? Why? Why didn't he help me when I got injured? What did I do wrong? I touch my side. Did he stab me too? My knees shake and I struggle to stay standing. I don't want to hear any more, but can't seem to pull myself away from the door.

"I know that the right thing to do is tell Beast Boy what really happened, but the truth is so terrible, I'm so afraid of how he'll react. I d-don't want to lose him all over again. I know that when he remembers, I will. Mom, please tell me what I should do."

Cyborg's anguished cries twist my insides. I've never in my life heard him express so much emotion before. Everything I've learned is like a punch in the stomach. The past that I'm forgetting is a lot worse than I thought. No wonder nobody has told me anything. I'm not sure if I want remember what happened after all.

Lifelessly my hand drops down to my side. I find that I no longer have the desire to visit Cyborg-or anyone else for the matter. I'm too overwhelmed from what I've just heard. I want to be alone. I need to think.

Raven

It's funny how being in love with someone makes you do things you never dreamed of. Here I am in the middle of the only comic book shop in Jump City, DC Comics, staring at all the different issues. I've never been in a place quite like this before. Unlike the depressing cafe I visit on a regular basis, the comic shop is vibrant and colorful with posters of the various heroes decorating the walls. I recognize Beast Boy's favorite hero, Syke. The blonde haired, blue eyed superhero is sharing a kiss with a woman with long black hair and a red jewel on her forehead, similar to mine. The atmosphere is light and happy with fans chattering in excitement. I notice some of them staring at me, but I ignore them. I'm on a personal mission.

I came to the shop to find a comic book for Beast Boy to make up for the cruel comment I threw at him yesterday. I have no clue what I'm looking for though. Beast Boy has all of Syke's comics. What else can I get him?

"Hi. You must be Raven," a feminine voice says from behind me. "Beast Boy has told me so much about you." I whirl around to see a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes. She must be at least ten years older than me. Even though she's wearing a black tank top and jeans I guess she works here judging by the silver name tag pinned on her shirt. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Olivia, Liv for short."

She knows Beast Boy? Jealousy says in suspicion. How well does she know him?

Calm down Jealousy, Knowledge scolds. Beast Boy comes here all the time, of course she knows him. Besides, Beast Boy would never cheat on you-especially not with someone twice his age

"Nice to meet you, Liv," I reply in my usually monotone. I raise an eyebrow. "Beast Boy talks about me? What does he say?"

"Oh, how beautiful and powerful you are, and even though you're dark, you're really kind. I could tell from the beginning that he had a major crush on you. I kept telling him to ask you on a date, but he always made excuses. I'm glad you guys are finally together now."

A whimper escapes my throat before I am able to stop it. I turn my back on her. I'm so glad my hood is up, otherwise she would've seen the anguish on my face.

"I'm sorry," Liv apologizes quietly. "I didn't mean to upset you. Did you guys break up?"

"No," I answer. "There was an accident during a mission and now Beast Boy doesn't remember anything that has happened since June. So basically our relationship is over at this point."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is he okay?" she asks in concern.

"Physically yes. We don't know how long the memory loss will last though." I sigh. I normally wouldn't tell anyone how I'm feeling, but for some reason I trust Liv. Perhaps it's because she's one of the rare citizens who doesn't just stare at me in fear. "I want more than anything to tell him about us, but I just can't. He's been through enough already. I don't want to bring him down again by telling him the truth. I just want him to be happy."

Liv regards me for a second. "Beast Boy never told me the details about what happened to him when I came to visit him in the hospital, but I could tell that he was really suffering, and not just from his injuries. When I talked to him I noticed how his love for you kept him strong. You both shouldn't have to suffer just because he doesn't remember. Tell him how you feel and he'll be happy. You both will."

I think about her words, my hopes rising. It's true Beast Boy would be so happy if we got back together. And our relationship is something I've been desperately longing for. My heart starts racing. Maybe she's right-I don't have to hold back. I know that he loves me as much as I love him. Yet...

"What if he remembers and thinks I betrayed him because I didn't tell the truth of his past? What if...what if he ends up hating me?"

"Then I suggest you tell him the truth, even if it hurts him," she says seriously, her expression making her look her age, despite her youthful appearance. "Once you tell him the truth there will be no secrets between you, and that's the way to have a healthy relationship."

"Thanks Liv," I give her a rare smile. "Do you think you can help me find a comic book for Beast Boy?"

The older woman immediately reverts back to her cheerful self. "Absolutely! Follow me!"

I follow her to the other side of the room. For the first time since all of this happened I feel upbeat and confident. Everyone has been right. There is no reason why Beast Boy and I can't be together. Once I tell him everything and he finally remembers we can resume our journey to Africa. I'm ready for us to finally live our dream future.

I return to the tower around noon. My mood and my confidence is high thanks to Liv's encouragement. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell Beast Boy everything. I will tell him how much I love him and hopefully he'll remember. I can't wait to hold him in my arms again, to kiss his lips and run my hand through his emerald hair. I just hope with all my heart that he's not angry with me for not telling him everything sooner.

When I locate Beast Boy, he's on the roof of the tower. Immediately I'm hit with such negative emotions that all my happiness is gone in an instant. The changeling is pacing back and forth in the middle of the roof in obvious distress. His green eyes are focused on the ground and I can distinctly hear him muttering to himself. My heart races. Does he remember something? When I get closer I am able to hear some of the words he's muttering.

"Why did they hurt me...what did I do wrong...how could I let my teammates down?"

"Beast Boy," I say cautiously once I'm close enough. "A-are you okay?"

His head immediately snaps up. I wince, seeing the great amounts of hurt behind his eyes. His emotions are full of anger and extreme hurt. Something big happened. "Go away, Raven. I don't want to talk to you right now!"

I ignore his hostile tone. "What's the matter? D-did you remember something?"

"No, but because of everything I've learned so far, I've realized that you guys were never my friends. None of you care about me at all! That explains why nobody has told me what happened the past few months! You guys did something horrible to me and now you're trying to hide it from me!"

"Beast Boy, I care about you!" I protest.

"Then tell me what happened, Raven. Why did Starfire cut my arm? Why did Cyborg stab me in the side?!" His eyes narrow in suspicion. "And what did you do to me. I'm sure that you hurt me the worst since you hate me the most!"

I suddenly realize what's going on. Beast Boy is getting fragments of his memory back and drawing the wrong conclusions. I have to fix this fast. I have to tell him the truth. I let out a stressed sigh.

"I understand why you're angry. You have every right to be after all the horrible things you've been through. I admit, it's been a terrible month, but I promise it's not what you think happened. I will tell you everything, but there something I have to tell you first."

The changeling stops pacing. He stares at me unexpectedly. I hesitate, trying to gather my courage. I've never been so scared in my entire life, even though I know that the outcome will be a positive one.

I-I can't do this! Timid shrieks in my mind. He's going to hate me!

Sure we can Brave says encouragingly . All we have to say is I love-

I must've stalled too long. Beast Boy glares at me coldly. "Forget it, Raven," he snaps. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You won't tell me the truth about my past because you'd rather have me suffer. You're nothing but a heartless bitch!"

A stunned silence passes between us. I am at a loss for words. Beast Boy and I have had our fights over the years, but he's never called me a bitch before. It's the worst thing he's ever called me. Maybe I was wrong and he truly doesn't love me anymore. All my built up confidence evaporates in a second. Now telling Beast Boy is the last thing I want to do.

"Y-you've got it all wrong," I choke out. "I want to help you remember, you...you JERK!"

My emotions waver. I leave the roof before Beast Boy can see how much he's hurt me.

Beast Boy

Dinner is unusually quiet tonight. In fact, not everyone on the team showed up for the meal. Nobody has seen Raven or Cyborg all day, leaving me with just Robin and Starfire at the dinner table. After everything I've learned so far today and my fight with Raven I almost didn't show up myself. However, the more I thought about Raven's words of hurt I realized that she's right. I haven't really regained any memories yet. I've been making assumptions that could totally not be true. Cyborg may have hurt me somehow, but perhaps it's not nearly as bad as he made it out to be. Maybe he had a good reason for not helping me when I got injured.

"Beast Boy, you're awfully quiet tonight," Robin says in concern. "Are you feeling all right?"

I nod mutely, looking down at my untouched plate of tofu. I've come to find that I don't have much of an appetite. I don't feel like telling jokes to Starfire- who has forgiven me for making her cry yesterday. Nor do I feel like telling goofy stories. Instead I keep thinking about the last words Raven said at the end of our fight.

I want to help you remember, you...you JERK!

I don't know why, but the way she called me 'Jerk' sounds so familiar. True she's called me much worse names when we fight, but this insult stands out more than all the others. In fact I feel devastated in my heart, because I love her so much. I've been struggling to hold back the tears. I sigh inwardly. I hate not knowing anything. I wish I could remember something.

"Robin, where are our friends tonight?" Starfire asks the masked hero beside us. Her question brings me out of my own troubling thoughts.

"Raven is meditating and Cyborg still hasn't left his room all day," Robin answers in between bites of his hot dog.

"Why is Cyborg staying in his room?" Starfire asks in confusion. "Is he ill?"

"No, Starfire. Cyborg is just having a rough time today. He lost his mother two years ago. He's just in mourning."

"Oh X'Hal that is terrible. How did she die?" My ears perk up in interest.

"His parents worked in a lab when a Beast emerged from the dimensional portal his father was working on. The Beast killed Cyborg's mother and permanently injured Cyborg."

"A Beast like..." Starfire looks in my direction. I am startled by the horrified look on her orange face. I don't know why she looked at me like that, but I'm too horrified to care. I feel just as scared and anguished for my best friend. He's never told me how he became a cyborg. Now I understand why he doesn't want to talk about it.

"Yes," Robin confirms. "Cyborg blames himself for her death and every year on this day he mourns her loss."

I forget all about my memory loss. My heart aches for Cyborg. That explains why I heard him talking to his mother while he was in his room. I know exactly how he feels. I still haven't forgiven myself for not being able to save my parents from the boating accident ten years ago.

I get up from the kitchen table and put my untouched tofu meal back in the fridge. I'll eat it later. Even though Cyborg somehow hurt me, I want to check on my best friend and make sure he's okay. He'd do the same for me. I make my way to the hallway.

"Hey Beast Boy, where are you going?" Robin calls.

"To check on Cyborg," I answer shortly.

When I reach the metal man's room, this time I'm able to hear electronic sounds on the other side. He must be playing a video game on his computer or something. I take a deep breath, then knock sharply on the door.

Knock Knock

"Who is it?" Cyborg calls.

"It's me, Beast Boy," I answer.

"I'm sorry, man, but I'm not in the mood to hang out today."

"I know. It's okay. Robin told me about your mom. I just want to say I'm sorry for what happened to her. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. I lost my parents when I was five years old in a boating accident. If you ever want to talk about it, I'm always here."

As I turn to walk away the door opens. I am taken aback to see that Cyborg's human eye is swollen and red. I've never seen him shed a tear. Ever. No wonder he wanted to be left alone. "Cy, are you okay?" I ask.

"I will be. Today is just a really hard day for me. Not only did I lose my mom two years ago, I also became the heap of junk you see before you."

I am shocked hearing Cyborg talking about himself in such a self-deprecating way before. It almost hurts me, and I'm not the one he insulted. "You're not junk," I tell him sternly. "You are the coolest hero I know and the best friend I've ever had. Nothing will ever change that."

Cyborg's expression becomes even sadder-if that's possible. I know it has something to do with the past he's hiding. I can't stand this. I have to cheer him up. I'll be there for him-even if he doesn't want me to be. After all, that's what best friends are for. "How about you tell me about your mom. Then I can tell you about my parents. We can mourn together."

Finally Cyborg cracks a smile. "Thanks buddy." He opens the door wider to let me enter. I do so, determined to bring my best friend back to the cheerful, butt kicking half robot that he is.

It's close to eleven o'clock when I finally leave Cyborg's room. We talked for hours about our past. Cyborg told me about the enormous beast that came out of the portal. He described in detail the hideous, yet dangerous appearance of the beast: tall, black fur, and sharp fangs and claws. He finally broke down when he talked about his mother and how he felt that he let her down. I told him about my parents and how they died. I think then finally Cyborg realized that I truly understood his pain. Then we spent the rest of the night playing games on his computer. For the first time in a long time, I feel really close to him-like best friends should be. When I enter my room I'm thoroughly exhausted. It's been a long and emotionally draining day. Nothing is going to keep me awake tonight.

That's strange. There's a black bag sitting on the pillow of the bottom bunk of my bed. When I get closer I recognize the silver words on the front DC Comics. Weird. I haven't been there in months. Images start flashing in my mind as soon as I grab the bag. I shut my eyes. Finally I remember something.

I was in the hospital-not the medical ward at Titan's tower, bu the Jump City hospital. I was recovering from life threatening injuries from Slade. Because of everything I had been through I couldn't remember everything that the masked villain did to me. All I knew was my body throbbed so much it made it difficult for me to sleep.

To pass the time I kept myself up to date with the adventures of Syke, my favorite comic book hero. He reminded me so much of myself: the blonde hair and blue eyes, which is what I had before I got sick as a child. He was funny, selfless, and strong. Plus, I really liked his red and black uniform. If I ever shed my Doom Patrol uniform, I'd get a uniform just like his.

I turned the page, glancing at the clock on the wall. My girlfriend should be back anytime now. My beautiful, loving girlfriend. We had been together for over a month and I was head over heels in love with her. I wouldn't have survived Slade's torture without her. It was her love that kept me strong. My beautiful-.

I let go of the bag with a gasp. A girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. Who is she and why hasn't she come to see me yet? Since when did I no longer have feelings for Raven? Now that I think about it, whoever my girlfriend is, I love her just as much as I love Raven, maybe more. If I still loved Raven so much, why am I dating some other girl? As much of a ladies man that I claim to be, I'd rather only be with one person.

Maybe Raven is your girlfriend a voice whispers in my head.

I dismiss that thought immediately. No matter how badly I want Raven to go out with me, I know she doesn't feel the same. No matter what I do, she'll never love me. Whoever this girl is, she makes me feel good on the inside. I need to find her and then maybe I can forget about Raven. As long as this girl doesn't betray me like Terra did. Even though a part of me is happy that I finally remember something, I find that I'm even more confused than ever.

Going to sleep is long forgotten. All I want to do now is remember more. I decide to go for a walk in hopes to jog more memories. Once I remember more and find this mysterious girlfriend of mine, the happier I will be. I turn back around and leave my room.

While I walk down the hall I hear the sounds of crying again. Raven. I decide to go check on her, even though she'll likely turn me away again. I need to apologize to her anyway for being so harsh to her earlier. Hopefully she's in the mood to listen.

Raven

My room no longer looks like a bedroom. It looks more like a war zone. I think I've destroyed every possession I own because of my unstable emotions. At this point I'm beyond caring. I've cried so much lately that no amount of magic will restore my room back to its original state. The longer Beast Boy goes without his memories, the more tears I will shed.

You are nothing but a heartless bitch!

I want so badly to be angry at Beast Boy for his harsh words. I want to be angry at him for jumping to conclusions because of what he's discovered so far, but honestly I'm not. He's extremely confused right now and the fact that he still thinks I hate him I'm honestly not surprised that he reacted the way he did. Still, his words are like salt in an open wound. I wish I had the courage to tell him that I love him.

Knock Knock

"Raven?" My heart sinks hearing Beast Boy's voice on the other side. Didn't he not learn from last night? "It's me. Look, I'm sorry for everything I said. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's been a tough day."

His apology eases the hurt I'm feeling, but not enough to take the pain all away. All I am able to do is let out an anguished sob.

"I was out of line when I called you a bitch. I didn't mean it. I hope you can forgive me."

I don't say anything. I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I'll tell him everything. I don't want him to relive his emotional wounds when I'm in no shape to comfort him. Yet, I want to see him so badly.

"Raven, I know that you don't trust me, and I don't blame you. I act goofy and like I don't take things seriously, but on the inside I'm a lot more serious than you think. I care about you and want you to be happy. Please, let me be there for you."

Please Love begs in my mind. Let me see him. I want to talk to him

But what if... Timid begins.

No! Love says passionately. I won't be separated from him any longer!

"C-come in," I finally manage to say.

I shield my eyes when light floods in the room. The only light I had in the room are the few candles that are still glowing even after my most recent emotional meltdown. Beast Boy looks around the room at my destruction, his lamp like eyes are wide. "What happened in here?"

"I lost control," I answer softly, looking down. "I'm always losing control."

"How long has this been going on?"

"At least a month," I admit.

"Why?"

I don't answer. I keep my eyes lowered. I feel Beast Boy sit beside me on the bed. "Raven, please, I care about you...a lot. What I said earlier was wrong. I know that you'd never lie to me or intentionally keep secrets. Nothing you can say or do will ever make me lose my trust in you. So please...trust me."

I think I just got hit hard in the face by a large rock. At least that's what it feels like. Beast Boy's words jar my emotions so much I'm not sure how to react. It's now obvious to me that he's still in love with me. But if I tell him the truth and he realizes that I've been lying to him this whole time, I'll lose him forever. Oh Azar, what should I do?

I finally meet his gaze. My heart pounds wildly in my chest having him so close. I can feel his emotions strongly of love and desire to help. Oh how badly I want to kiss him, tell him that I love him and receive his love in return. But he can never know what happened between us. The longer I look into his innocent green eyes, the faster my resolve slips. A second sob escapes my throat. Before I can stop myself I fling my arms around the changeling. I hold onto him tight, the tears falling rapidly. Beast Boy is shocked at first, but eventually relaxes and holds me tightly against him. I am comforted by his touch and the smell of him is intoxicating. The pain quickly starts to fade away.

"Just hold me," I whisper at last.

I bury my head into the crook of his neck. I continue to clutch onto him tight, not wanting to let go of him ever again.

To be continued...