I always loved this pairing, ever since I was a little girl growing up watching it. I hope you guys like it:


"Why can't you just have fun like normal people?!"

She placed her pale hands on either side of her head, plugging her ears, trying to block out the sound of her own mind.

Her breathing ran ragged, and it was getting harder, harder to control her ragging emotions.

"Why are you always locked in your dark room, reading all your nasty old books?!"

Hunching forward, her pulse racing, her mind flooded with memories she'd rather forget.

Stop it stop it!

So loud, deafening, screaming, her mind filled with voices overlapping.

"Why do you have to be so creepy?!"

"Shut up!"

The mirror in front of her cracked, tainting black from her magic, and flying into her wall, and shattering into a thousand pieces.

"What is wrong with you?"

"I don't know…"

"I've had it with this mystery girl routine!"

"Just shut up…" Her pleading whisper trembled off her thin lips.

She fell from her levitation, not able to meditate with her thoughts running wild.

"Dude, Raven, what did you do?"

It never ended, it haunted her every day, all her mistakes, all the things he'd so much as uttered to her, repeated, as if a broken record, over, and over, and over.

"What is your deal?!"

"I've put up with your insults, and your attitude, and I've had it!"

Beastboy…

"You think you're alone Raven, but you're not…"

"Liar…" She hunched forward, causing her hair to fall over her face, casting a dark shadow on her black eyes.

She was alone, she was always alone.

Nobody, nobody loved her. Not her mother, her father, her 'friends'. At the end of each day, she was alone, and that's what mattered most, because just like her name, she was the night, the darkness that surrounded her. No one liked the dark. No one liked her.

"Hey, Raven, are you alright?" Beastboy raked his knuckles on her door lightly.

He waited for what felt like forever, before jumping back a bit as she opened it.

The green boy stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You haven't come out of your room all day, I was worried." He said, looking at her with concern in his emerald eyes.

"I'm fine." Raven answered bluntly, and tried to close the door.

Beastboy stuck one foot out, stopping it.

"I was just wondering…?" He started, a light blush on his jade cheeks.

"What?"

"If you wanted to go out, for pizza, I mean."

Raven couldn't stop the small flush that covered her gray skin.

"I'm busy…"

"With what?"

"Spells." She lied, turning her back.

"Can…Can I join you?" He blushed, once again rubbing his neck.

"What?" She asked, looking over her shoulder in surprise.

"With your spells. I mean."

When she didn't reply, he continued, "Robin's with Starfire, and Cy went to see Bumblebee…It's kinda lonely here, you know?"

It's always lonely.

"Come in, then." She stepped aside, and walked in, letting him follow her.

Her room was practically black, and Beastboy had a difficult time seeing, expect for the circle she'd laid out of the floor. Five candles, and five books opened in between each.

Raven sat herself in the middle, cross-legged. She slowly began to levitate, trying her hardest not to focus on the other body in the room.

Beastboy watched her in aw.

He'd always found her powerful, though he never once made an effort to find out more about her, let alone be in her room.

He sat himself just outside the circle, watching her intensely as she chanted.

With every knew word she whispered, the books would glow, and blue streams of light made there way to the red crystal on her pale forehead.

She's not even reading them…

He watched with interest. The ways she used magic were intense.

Beastboy quietly moved to the pile of books that laid next to the circle.

He grabbed the first leather back book he could, blowing the forming dust off its cover.

"Book of Shadows…?" He whispered as he read, opening it quietly.

Everything was written in a language he didn't understand.

"It's in Azarath." Raven answered his unasked question.

"Oh…Sorry." He grinned sheepishly, placing the book back.

She sighed a bit, getting up from where she was to walk over to him.

"It's my native language." She picked up the hardback, sitting next to him and opening it.

Beastboy watched as she waved her glowing black hand over it, causing the words to change, forming sentences in English.

"It's a book of spells my mother gave me." She smiled a bit sadly.

Beastboy leaned into her, his full attention on the book in her lap.

"There are things in here you can use." She whispered.

"I can use? But, Raven, I don't know magic."

"You don't have to…" She answered. "Charms."

"What's a charm?"

Raven smiled a bit, secretly happy that he was willing to learn anything for her, anything about her.

"It can be different things." She answered. "For someone like you, it's just putting a bit of your energy into an object. Anything with a life force can use some bits of magic."

"And this book teaches you how?"

She nodded.

"Dude! That's so cool!" Beastboy yelled, causing her to flinch.

"You…you think so?"

"Yeah!" He leaned in more eagerly, urging her to tell him more.

"There are different types of charms." She said, waving her left hand and causing the books pages to flip to the page she wanted. "Luck, protection, money, and love…" She blushed a bit, touching the old ratted pages.

"Wow…"

"Would…you maybe…want to make one?"

"Definitely!" He smiled. "Can I borrow it?"

Raven shut the book quickly, holding it to her chest, staring at him.

Beastboy's smile dropped a bit, causing Raven to look down at the hardback, running her thin fingers over her mother's gift.

"You…you promise, to take care of it, right?" Raven asked quietly, her black eyes never leaving the cover.

"Of course. I promise."

She handed it to him slowly, and he gently took it.

"Well, I'm gonna go…read it." He stood, and she watched him as he walked out of her room.

Once again, she was alone.

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