Disclaimer: I have no intention of even pretending that I, simple student and struggling writer, own any fraction of the awesome that is Teen Titans. I would simply like to take the characters out of the norm and play a little while. After I finish, I promise to put them back.

Note: Inspiration is like a morning tide. It waxes, wanes, beaches moldy seaweed then drags it back out to dank depths that is my consciousness. Needless to say for the last few weeks, I have been waning. My inspiration has been lost, pulled beneath the ever churning waters, and cast out. And now it is back with stead fast vigor. Of course it is screaming at me to write something that I had not dare try months ago, for fear of losing the simplistic humor that is Teen Titans. But alas, here I am. Boring you to pieces rather than getting on with the tale that has been boiling under my skin.

I realize that there are many, and I mean many Fanfics that deal with Raven developing the emotion of Love. And if you have even taken the time to read this long winded drabble that I call an Author's note, then you are about to learn that this is one of those fanfics. Yes, I have decided to try my hand at a Raven spiced relationship. And to make it even more original (note the sarcasm) it will be a triangle of sorts. Can you guess who? I bet you will within the first 3 chapters.....But to make things interesting feel free to guess.

I am happy to say though that my own little spin will be added to the monotony of the Raven-learning-love scenario. One that I am quiet excited about. And to make sure none of you rain on my parade so to speak, I will humbly request that there be no Flames over the pairings and or style, but constructive criticism is welcome. If you do decide to flame, you will either be A. Ignored, B. Humiliated, or C. I will send my herd of ninja monkey after you. And believe me, they throw more than just offending wads of poo at your face.

I really don't know how long this story will be. It could be a one-shot, it could be an epic (though I highly doubt I can maintain creative focus that long.). All I know is that I have the urge to write. And as long as this urge lasts, so will the story. And if you like the story, tell me, because reviews feed my inspiration. They encourage me. So please review, tell me if you like it!

So without further ado, or something to that effect, I present the prolog to this possibly short lived tale of Raven.

Something Small Pt. One:


Like all things wondrous and worth spinning yarn about, it starts out small. Minute. An insignificant detail usually lost or disregarded by those unaffected. For some it is the brush of a hand; others a coy smile of immediate attraction across a room. But for Raven, mysterious half demon and member of the crime fighting super hero group called the Teen Titans, it fell upon a simple morning ritual. One that had been religiously executed since she was able to reach a stove top.


A tea cup to be more precise.

Like every other morning before this particular Saturday, Raven Roth walked through the empty kitchen of the T-Tower. Her body carried out the routine of filling the kettle, lighting the burner, and plucking out a chamomile tea bag with conversant ease allowing her mind to revel in the rare silence that settled upon the crime fighting strong hold. It was difficult to find a small moment to herself now a days. With Robin's oppressive concern hovering over her shoulder and the other's sickeningly friendly antics in front, she barely found the time to meditate let alone pee without some form of comforting glance, bone-crunching hug, and or invitation to Stank Ball.

They mean well....

Raven sighed, sitting down at the small island counter that ran parallel with the white washed cabinets and sink. The chair groaned in subtle protest as she shifted against the cool wood grains. She watched as the steam began to lazily curl from the small hole of the black kettle, her thoughts returning to the fiasco of a mission last night.

Red-X had slipped through their finger's once again. Leaving behind a broken display case, pride-pounded leader, and one confused sorceress in his wake.

'Look at her, Sunshine. Forever trapped in that shell of impenetrable glass, begging to be set free. So beautiful and yet so alone. Only to be adored from afar.....But you know, I never was one for 'Look but don't touch'....'

The thief's robotic intonation, changed by the voice distorter embedded in the skull mask he sported, echoed in her mind. Repeating over and over like a mantra.

'Forever trapped....So alone.....Look but don't touch.....'

The shrill whistle, signaling her morning source of sustenance snapped her mind back to the present. Mentally whispering the chant taught to her all those years ago,

Azarath. Metreon. Zinthos.

Raven flicked her wrist and reclined back, waiting for the black umbra to coil from her person and reach out to make her tea.




Raven sat up a little straighter, her brow furrowing in minor confusion. The kettle remained singing away on the stove burner, slowly rising to a new frequency of annoying in pitch.


She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to try again, putting a tad more emphasis on her words.

Azarath. Metreon. Zinthos.



I'm probably just not concentrating hard enough....


She watched in relief as the familiar pull of darkness swept down her arms and snaked off her finger tips in ebony trendils. Nodding in hesitated satisfaction, she allowed herself to recline once more, offhandedly listening for any sign that the others had awoken to her unprecedented noi-

Something in her mind flickered; magic, pulsating from her core slipped off center.

The light shatter of glass followed by the dull thunk's of dripping liquid bolted her upright. Raven pushed back her chair and tentatively walked around the island where she looked upon the broken splinter's of what was once her favorite cup. Porcelain shards winked in the dim stretch of early morning sun while the barely tinted water pooled at the center of the kitchen tile floor. The soft swish of the electric door leading from the upper floors into the open expanse of the living room, caused the half demon to jump. Raven quickly grabbed a towel and began to mop up the evidence of something mildly disconcerting.

Just as a pair of black boots,


stepped out onto the pale white linoleum, Raven tossed the tea-soaked, glass-riddled towel into the trash and bolted up right. Ignoring the questioning gaze of her leader, Raven gracefully scrambled for the door, not trusting her powers of teleportation at the moment. The last thing she needed right now was a tea-repeat and end up stuck halfway in the bathroom floor just as Beast Boy exited the shower.

Raven shuddered in disgust at the colorful image accompanying the unnerving thought. She pulled her cloak tighter around her body as if to stave off the traumatizing mental picture.

I just need to meditate....

One week and four tea cups later, Raven sat on her bed; legs curled beneath her as determined violet eyes gazed upon the reflection in her small hand mirror. Meditation did nothing to repel the small magic lapses that had been randomly transpiring the last seven days. It took a lot to upset the dark enchantress of the T-Tower. Ever since the defeat of her father, Trigon, she had become more comfortable in her skin, more attuned to her powers and senses. The fact that she was losing control unsettled her. The chanting and lotus position were slowly becoming defective against her rampant emotions.

Something was up in Nevermore.

And I intend to find out what it is......

A/N: Please review....The more reviews I get, the faster I seem to want to get out the next chapter.

I promise to get back onto my other FanFics. For some reason my Twilight FanFic 'Prey' has been sitting in the forefront of my mind. So I'll probably update that at some point this week. Also I am going to start the prequel to 'In The Way' sometime before I die.... Sorry for the major delay's and such...