If you're disappointing in how long it's taking me to update this, you're not alone. I am too. However, I now have a detailed outline so I'll be able to update faster... I hope. *sigh*

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am not in the mood to think of something smartass to say.

Chapter Four: Going Green

Raven woke abruptly. She sat up and looked around. She was back in her bed, in her cottage. She had just had the strangest dreams, dreams in which the real world was a dream. Unless this is the dream. That thought did not sit well with her. But she couldn't deny that each of her dreams felt as real to her as her room felt now. And when she was dreaming, the real world felt like a dream. Enough, this is silly. I know what's real.

Raven got out of bed, made a cup of tea to help her relax, and sat in her living room, drinking it and trying to clear her mind. When she was finished, she left her house and walked up the hill to Logan's shop. Oddly, the shop was closed.

Raven made her way to Stone's smithy and found him, once again, pounding away at his anvil. "Stone!" she shouted over the sounds of hammer on blade.

Stone stopped and looked up. "What's up, Raven?"

"Have you seen Logan today?"

"No. He's usually in his shop by now."

"I checked. He's not there."

"I'll let you know if I see him," Stone said, turning his attention back to his work. Raven raised an eyebrow. How does he expect to see him if he doesn't look up?

Raven entered the tavern and saw Starfire cleaning one of the tables. "Starfire, have you seen Logan today?"

"I am afraid not, Raven. Why, is he not in his shop of herbs?"

"No, he's not."

"Have you gone to his home?"

"No. I'll try that next," Raven answered as she turned to leave.

Raven nearly ran headlong into Ser Grayson on her way out of the tavern. "Sorry, Raven," he said.

"Where are you going in such a rush?" Raven asked.

"I've got to talk to Stone about tomorrow's presentation."


"Yeah, I'm going to be presenting Stone's weapons to the king's advisor, Wilson."

He was about to leave when she stopped him. "Have you seen Logan?"

"Not since last night." Raven let him run off to the smithy while she walked to Logan's house.

When she got there, Raven saw that all the curtains had been pulled closed, which was very unusual for Logan. She walked up to the door and knocked. After a moment, she heard a faint voice on the other side of the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Raven." The door unlocked and opened slightly. "Logan?" Raven said uncertainly before stepping inside. The door closed and locked behind her. She turned around and saw immediately why Logan hadn't left his house. His skin had turned green. In fact, it was the same shade that it was in both of her dreams.

For a few seconds, she just stared at him, unsure of what to say or even what to think. Eventually, Logan broke the silence. "On the bright side, the rash is gone."

"But your skin…"

"Yeah, you think you could help with that?"

"I can try." Logan put on a cloak to hide his skin and they made their way to Raven's house. When they got there, Raven had him sit in the cushioned chair again and told him to take off his shirt. Logan was once again unable to hide his blush as Raven knelt down to examine his skin. "How much of your skin has changed?"

"All of it."

Raven walked to her bookshelf and pulled out several tomes. For hours, Raven studied them while Logan simply sat. Raven couldn't believe how quiet he was being. She looked up and found that he had fallen asleep. Rolling her eyes, she went back to examining her books, but glanced back up. She was surprised to see how defined Logan's muscles were. She had never really paid attention to that sort of thing before. Even with the green skin, he doesn't look half bad. This thought surprised and disturbed Raven. Blushing slightly and very grateful that Logan was asleep, she returned to her books.

Unfortunately, she was unable to find any mention of Logan's condition. Nearly the whole day passed as she read through volume after volume. Though she couldn't find a definite cure, her studies did point her to a possible remedy.

An hour later, she was shaking Logan awake. Logan's brown eyes traveled from the hand on his shoulder, to Raven's face, to the sickeningly greenish-yellow concoction in her other hand. He gulped. "Please tell me I don't have to drink that," he pleaded.

"Afraid so," answered Raven.

Logan took the remedy warily and brought it to his lips. To Raven's surprise, he was able to down the entire drink without gagging once. Though the look on his face when he was done confirmed Raven's suspicions regarding the taste. When he had recovered, he glanced at the window. "Wow, it's pretty late."

Raven looked outside and saw that the sun had already set. "You should probably head home."

Logan looked nervous. "Could you come with me?" Raven raised an eyebrow. "I just don't want to be out alone when I'm like this."

Raven nodded. "Sure." Logan put his shirt and cloak back on and they made their way up the hill.

When they reached Logan's house, he turned to Raven. "Thanks for everything Raven."

"You don't need to thank me."

"Yes I do. You do so much for everyone here and you don't get thanked nearly enough. So thank you, Raven."

Raven smiled slightly. "You're welcome, Logan." Logan opened his door and stepped inside. "I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Raven." Logan closed the door and Raven returned home. She once again didn't bother changing before collapsing on her bed and immediately falling asleep.