Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.
Author's Note: I really, really wrestled with this chapter. I kept rewriting it. Not to mention, I have been dealing with insane allergic reactions to who knows what! Such is my life, such is my life. lol!
He sat in the back of the room, hands, head, and face hidden by the oversized hooded sweatshirt. Arms folded around his body and head dipped low to avoid attention, he listened to the sound of the chalk knocking against the board.
He didn't really care of math, well any subject really.
His head tipped up a bit.
"Mrs. Dorsey needs to see you in the detention room." The teacher spoke warmly. "Take your things with you just in case."
The other children around him whispered loudly.
He stood, sliding his backpack off the back of the chair and slinging it over his shoulder. He kept his eyes to the floor as he walked down the aisle of desks.
"I bet he's in trouble."
"I wonder what he did."
"Oooo he's gonna get it."
He exited the room, untied tennis shoes clicking against the cheap linoleum floor. He approached the detention room, standing in the doorway. He could see he the counselor standing at the front of the room by the desk.
"Come in Garfield." Mrs. Dorsey spoke turning to face him.
"You're not in trouble." She assured smiling. "I have some very special people here who want to meet you."
He stepped inside, eyes on his shoes.
"Garfield," Mrs. Dorsey started gently placing her hands on his shoulders, ushering him toward the two strangers in front of him. "This is Steve and Rita."
Chapter Five: "Break"
Her fingers threaded in the fabric of his shirt as she held unto him, burying her face in his chest trying to muffle her cries.
Beast Boy simply pulled her against him. Eyes closed, he tilted his head toward the sky feeling warm drops of water on his face. The changeling opened his eyes in time to see the sky begin to fall. Closing his eyes once more, he swallowed the knot in his throat and allowed the rain to run down his face.
Eventually, her sobs turned to quiet sniffles. She released her hold as she pulled away; her eyes were glued on the wet pavement beneath her feet.
Tucking his fingers under her chin, he raised her head so their eyes met.
She nodded, sniffling as she messily wiped her face.
"Come on." He murmured. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close to him and guided her down the street. Beast Boy couldn't remember which direction the house was, not that it was a good idea to go back there anyway. Deciding to put some distance between them and the house, the changeling continued his path down the rainy streets of Gotham.
They walked until Beast Boy noticed a modest gray stoned motel. Stepping underneath the metal canopy, the pair walked inside the main office.
With Raven glued beside him, Beast Boy walked toward the desk, ringing the little silver bell.
"Can I help you?" A gruff voice greeted them. An older man appeared from the back room. Approaching the counter, his eyes went from Beast Boy to Raven strangely.
Beast Boy cleared his throat loudly, bringing the man's attention back to him. "Yes. We need a room." He spoke. Reluctantly, he removed his arm from around Raven's shoulder. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a credit card, handing it over.
The man nodded, presenting a logbook.
The changeling signed it.
"You're in room three." The man told him handing back the credit card and giving him a set of keys.
"Thanks." Beast Boy nodded, putting his wallet away. He wrapped his arm back around Raven, guiding her out the main office. The pair walked down the path underneath the metal awning, stopping at room three. The changeling quickly opened the door and ushered his companion inside. Shutting the door and flicking the light switch, he quickly surveyed the gray room.
Raven stood, back to the door and arms wrapped around herself. She was dripping wet, eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath her feet.
Beast Boy walked to her, gently taking her hands and pulling her away from the door. His hands moved to the buttons of her coat, unhooking each clasp. Tenderly, he took off her coat, placing it on the chair tucked in the corner of the room. The changeling led her to the bed, urging her to sit. He kneeled down in front of her and carefully removed her boots. "I'm going to go see if there are any towels in the bathroom so we can dry off." He spoke softly, standing.
A pale hand reached out, grabbing his coat to stop him.
"Rae?" He questioned quietly.
She turned her head, her face wrinkling as she fought with her emotions.
"Alright." Beast Boy whispered, taking a seat beside her. "It's okay."
Raven hunched over, covering her face with her hands as she cried.
"I'm not going anywhere." He murmured, taking her in his arms, rubbing slow and soothing circles on her back.
She pulled away slightly, wiping her face. "Robin is going to be mad at you." She sniffled, striving for some control.
"Why is that?" He asked gently, still rubbing her back.
"At the funeral home," She started, resting her head on his shoulder. "You gave our your real name." She sniffled emptily as tears rolled down her face. "You aren't supposed to do that."
"My identification says Garfield Logan not Beast Boy." He chuckled lightly.
"Robin's definitely not going to like that."
"I can't help who I am." He admitted.
"Yea." Raven nodded, as she wiped away new tears. She looked up at him, before hiding her face in his chest again, emotions bubbling to the surface.
Beast Boy held her tight, stroking wet tresses from her face. He held her until her breathing became slow and even. Looking down, he discovered that the empath had cried herself to sleep. The changeling maneuvered her under the covers, tucking her in the white sheets.
He exited the room.
Beast Boy leaned against the outside wall, underneath the metal awning, sighing loudly. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the sound of the rain. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his communicator and flipped it open. "Beast Boy calling Robin." He waited.
"Robin receiving Beast Boy." The device sounded off.
Beast Boy looked down to see the masked face of Robin. "I just wanted to let you know that Raven and I are coming back tomorrow."
Robin's jaw tightened.
"Why?" The masked leader asked.
"We finished early." Beast Boy shrugged.
"Last night, Raven said it would be a few days."
"Well, she was wrong."
"Okay." Robin seemed to accept that. "So why are you telling me this and not Raven?"
"Raven is busy with the lawyer." Beast Boy spoke. He was amazed at how easily the lie seemed to flow from his mouth. "She asked me to step outside and contact you."
"Really." Beast Boy confirmed.
"So, if I were to contact Raven, she would know that you are coming back tomorrow?" Robin challenged.
Beast Boy narrowed his eyes. "Yea."
"Why don't I believe you?" Robin questioned sarcastically.
"Sounds like a personal problem." Beast Boy challenged. "Beast Boy out." He spoke snapping the communicator shut. The changeling sighed leaning back against the outside wall of the motel.
Robin growled, looking at the blank screen of his communicator. He closed his the device, resting his elbow on his desk, while his other hand absently drummed against the surface top. He reached for the phone on his desk, dialing a familiar number.
"Twice in one week, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The voice on the other end spoke amused.
Raven yawned, snuggling deeper into the covers. She rolled over, dragging the sheets over her shoulders and tucking them underneath her chin. Sighing, she slowly opened her eyes to gray walls.
"Okay, I give up. Where am I?" She murmured, narrowing her eyes with thought. Sitting up, she ran a hand threw her messy her hair and then covered her face with her hands.
The front door creaked open.
The empath looked up to see Beast Boy enter the room, dripping wet and holding a pizza box and a large styrofoam cup.
"Hey." He spoke offering a small and friendly smile. "I got you some dinner and some tea." He told her placing the box on the nightstand. He shed his coat, and rubbed his hand roughly threw his wet hair, trying to dry it. "I hope black tea is okay. I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just guessed." He held out the cup of tea.
Raven looked at the cup and then to the changeling.
"You don't like black tea?" Beast Boy asked frowning. "I could have sworn you had some in the cupboard at ho-"
"Where are we?" She asked confused.
"In a motel on Dryden Street." Beast Boy told her.
She reached out taking the cup from him. "Thanks." She whispered. "What time is it?" She asked.
"All most seven o'clock."
"Oh." Raven nodded slowly, taking a tentative sip of tea.
Beast Boy leaned against the dresser across from the bed, nervously clearing his throat. "I went back to the house, and got our stuff."
Her hands played with the plastic lid, avoiding Beast Boy's eyes.
"I uh-did as much as I could on my own, and I boxed and shipped the books home you wanted to keep." His voice was low. "I also got us a flight back to Jump tomorrow."
"What about the house?" Raven asked softly.
The changeling scratched his neck uncomfortably. "I went back to the lawyer. He said he would take care of it for you."
"I called Robin."
Raven looked worried.
"I told him we finished early, and that we were coming back tomorrow." Beast Boy explained. "I didn't mention anything about your-" He stopped himself. "About what happened." He paused. "I don't think he bought it."
She nodded. "I'll talk to him when we get back." She looked over at the changeling, lips trying to form a smile. "Thank you."
"I mean it." She emphasized. She took a deep breath in.
He stood there for a moment. "Are you okay?" He asked out of habit.
"Knowing my mother would rather kill herself than talk to me," Raven spoke frankly, shrugging her shoulders. "No, I'm not." She answered honestly.
To be Continued…