Chapter One


Ever wondered what would happen if one of Raven's emotions was released into the real world? Well, when Raven decides to squash her love (and lust) for Beast Boy, things get a little wacky... Lust is sick of being ignored and forgotten, and so Lust captures Raven in her own mirror, and goes out into the Tower to get some freedom... sound good? Keep reading to find out what happens!


Flames aren't appreciated. Constructive critisism is. And if you like a different couple, such as Robin and Raven, don't read the fic. I mean... I couldn't have been any more plain about this: THIS IS A RAVEN AND BEAST BOY FIC! (With a tad of Robin/Starfire). You don't see me flaming Robin X Raven fics even though I detest them, do you?


I do not own the Teen Titans. If I did, Terra would be alive (though not in love with Beast Boy. She's okay, and she's my friend's favorite character), Raven and Beast Boy would have several episodes devoted to them, and Robin would not use cheap hair gel.


To Laura, Tara, and Aero, my best friends, and to Alex, another best friend, who has helped me with this fic a lot. Also to all the Raven and Beast Boy supporters out there.

Hint For Chapter Two:

Raven's Emotions hold a council in her mirror, and two new emotions are introduced, one in a... (gasp) thong!

Quote Of The Chapter:

'Hello, Star! I was wondering if you could help me with a problem? Something's bothering me and keeping me awake at night, but I have no clue what it is. Any suggestions for me?

Raven's head rested on her pillow, her purple hair spread across the soft, soothing pillow cover and her eyes half closed. The girl found it almost impossible to sleep. Something was bothering her, but she couldn't tell anyone, and for once, her silence had not been caused by her solitary attitude: it was because she herself didn't know what troubled her.

She could feel it probing at the back of her mind, keeping her awake at night and tormenting her during the day. This strange feeling, the feeling that something was different, hung over her like a foreboding cloud would.

Raven shifted slightly, a small sigh escaping her lips. She was burning up under her covers. The empath toyed with the idea of sleeping on top of her covers, but she soon found that she was too tired and confused to try and move them. She would just have to deal with the heat.

It was summer, the hottest and most uncomfortable time of the year. The girl listened to her own labored breathing and vaguely wondered if the other Titans were feeling as restless as she was. She thought not.

Robin was probably still up; working late into the night on the latest Slade lead he had received. Star was probably asleep in her bed, hugging a large fluffy doll of some sort to her chest, feet on her pillow. Cyborg was probably in sleep mode, sitting in a chair, hooked up to his power cell to recharge. Beast boy? She wasn't sure.

She doubted that the others felt the same tension and uneasiness that she did. The feeling was almost palpable, but. . . of course, it was only a nagging sensation in the back of her mind. How could the others possibly understand? Raven would have liked to talk to Starfire, but she knew that she couldn't.

The telekinetic almost chuckled as she pictured the resulting conversation. 'Hello, Star! I was wondering if you could help me with a problem? Something's bothering me and keeping me awake at night, but I have no clue what it is. Any suggestions for me?' The pure idiocy of this statement forced Raven to bite her lip with mirth.

Eventually, the heat became unbearable. She groggily lifted her arms from underneath the covers and pulled them off, exposing her body to the air once more. She felt a chill run across her skin as the layer of perspiration that the hot covers had built up evaporated off of her.

However, there was still the problem of that nagging feeling...

'Stop it, Raven,' the girl chided herself mentally. 'You're supposed to be in control of your emotions. It is the source of all your powers! If you lost control. . .' she cut herself off. However, even though she did not directly think it, Raven knew what would happen. Things could be destroyed.

This new feeling, whatever it was, was a threat to her, and she would not feel safe until she knew what she was dealing with.

Meanwhile, in another part of the tower, a second Titan was finding it hard to sleep as well. Beast Boy was lying awake in his bed, his hands folded across his stomach and his eyes staring directly at the ceiling. The green Titan sighed, taking a deep breath and slowly blinking his eyes. For a few days now, he had been feeling very odd. Tired, conservative, emotionally drained.

The boy had no idea why he felt so antisocial all of a sudden. Vaguely, he mused over his recent behavior. He was beginning to act like Robin after a particularly promising lead to Slade's whereabouts had failed to give him any information. The Titan almost laughed, but he didn't. Star's room was right next to his, and he didn't want to wake her up.

Why did he feel as if he had a problem? He knew that he was stressed, but he didn't know why. The Titan's weren't in any danger, their enemies had been rather quiet for a while.

The thought of not being able to decipher his own emotions made him worry all the more. Before, everything had been black and white. When Cyborg beat him in a game of Monsterbash 3002, he was angry and upset. When Robin stayed up all night obsessing over the elusive Slade, Beast Boy was worried.

This time, though, there was no cause-and-effect relationship. He did not know what he was feeling, and he did not know what was causing whatever he was feeling either. "Dude, you know what you're feeling," he muttered to himself. "Confusion. You don't know what the heck is going on, and you're worried about it." That seemed right, he thought.

Beast Boy groggily sat up in bed, staring out of his window and looking at the moon, hoping that it would give him the answers that he wanted. What was bothering him? Nothing had happened recently to make him upset. . . was he upset at all? There was something inside him, something he had never felt before, something that he couldn't define.

But how can you cure something that you can't define?

Beast Boy was tired, and yet sleep still eluded him. And so he lay back down on his bed and watched the numbers on his digital animal clock change from 2:07 to 2:08.