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20)

Run

 

 Smoke filled the common room when the pair entered it, holding hands to ensure they didn't become separated from each other.  It was clear that a fire was smoldering somewhere nearby and that there had been a small explosion just within the entry way.  Raven coughed and quickly Beastboy lead her away from the ruined room, wanting to get her to fresh air. 

   "Robin?  Cyborg?  Starfire?  Where is everyone?"  The changeling called, choking slightly on the thick smoke as he shouted.  He hurried down the hallway, stopping short when he saw a figure moving in the smoke, coming toward them.  The strong smells of burning fabric and melting plastic made it impossible for the youngest Titan to identify the individual by smell alone.  Closer they came and then staggered out of the smoke to collapse.  It was a man, his skin red and blistered, his clothes burnt off in places.  His lungs rattled loudly with each intake of breath as he reach out a hand that seemed to be begging for help.

   "I . . . did . . . it.  I . . . got . . . in," he wheezed, his bloodshot and irritated eyes squinting up at the couple.  "Gonna . . . save the . . . world."  He clawed at his charred pants pocket, pulling out a pistol.  He was badly injured though and Beastboy was able to disarm him with practically no effort.

   "Was it worth it Wacko?  Huh?"  Gar barked at the burnt man that glared up at him.

   "The . . . Anti-Christ . . . will . . ."

   "There is no Anti-Christ Numbnuts!  That's my kid.  Mine!  You nearly killed yourself for nothing!" 

   "But . . . I . . . they helped me . . . build the . . . bomb so . . ."

   "Who helped you?"  Raven demanded, her question answered not by the gasping man, but a shout from within the smoke.

   "Daughter of Trigon!  It is time!"                        

                                                         

 

 

     Chaos descended upon the Tower just seconds later.  The one lone voice was joined by several dozen more, cheering and shouting as they poured from the smoke filled room and into the hallway where the pair stood.  There was a moment of shock, the couple staring with wide-eyed fear.  The shock passed quickly though and Beastboy grabbed Raven firmly by the wrist, running away from the advancing mob.  He paused, slapping at the large red button mounted on the wall.  The security alarm had not gone off and even though he couldn't imagine that the other Titans were unaware that something was going on, it seemed the best way to summon the help they desperately needed. 

   "We aren't gonna get away at this rate!"  The changeling shouted to her as they dashed down the hall, thirty men and women just a couple feet behind.

   "I'd like to see you try to run when you're nine months pregnant!"  Raven retorted breathlessly.  She wished desperately for her powers.  She could just teleport them wherever they needed to go.

   "I'm going to carry you."  He slowed slightly, grunting as he hoisted her onto his back.  "Hold on tight!"  A second later he was a tiger and her fingers clung desperately to his fur as he dashed through the maze of hallways, heading deeper into the Tower.  Running at his top speed in this form he was able to finally put some distance between himself and the mob of cult members.  Even still it didn't seem fast enough.  They were able to keep up well enough to see each turn he took a moment before he took it.

   "We're going down!  Why are we going down?"  Raven shouted, her heels digging almost painfully into his sides.  He couldn't exactly answer her, but he made a rumbling sound in his chest to acknowledge the question.  They needed an exit not just from the Tower, but the island as well.  There were tunnels in the garage that ran underwater and led to the main land.  "The tunnels?"  She asked with concern, shaking her head as if he could see the movement.  "No, they could have come in that way too!  We need the roof!  They can't fly!"

   Neither can you.  He thought, huffing.  Of course he could have turned into something large and carried her off the roof.  He hadn't thought of that and it was too late now.  He couldn't rightly turn around and fight the hefty number of cult members alone.  Where was everyone else?  The door to the garage was fast approaching and the green tiger slowed.  Raven would need to type in the code in order for the door to open.  If luck was with them she would be able to do so and the door would close behind them before the advancing group was able to get inside.  He skidded to a stop right in front of the sealed door and the empath wasted no time in typing in the six digit code.  The door slide open and Gar bound forward instantly, nearly losing his passenger in his haste.  The door slid firmly shut and his heart soared, only to crash back into the pit of his stomach again a moment later.  The garage was far from empty. 

 

     The question to where at least one of the other Titans were was answered as they entered the garage.  Cyborg was battling a small army of cultists, shouting curses as they swarmed, wreaking havoc on everything within the large concrete room.  The T-car had clearly been on fire at some point, the built in sprinkler system had put the fire out and had made the floor slippery, water standing several inches deep.  The sedan was on its side like a dead animal, its tires slashed.  A couple men were working on shattering the windows.  The room fell into a moment of still silence when the pair entered the room, every set of deranged eyes settling on the mother-to-be with sick glee.  They surged forward like an ominous wave.

   "No you don't!"  Cyborg bellowed, rushing forward with sonic cannon blaring to make a path for Beastboy and Raven.  The empath felt the muscles under her legs ripple, the only warning she received before the tiger became an elephant.  Without fur to cling to she had to fight to remand upon the broad back beneath her.  He knees dug in and her hands grabbed at the edges of the large ears at either side of his head.  The changeling trumpeted loudly, carelessly knocking people out of his way with his truck and tusks as he moved toward the tunnel that would eventually lead to the world outside.  Behind them the cybernetic man fought on, looking like the group might overcome him at any moment.

   "Cyborg!"  Raven shouted and the elephant's massive head turned to look back at their struggling team member as well.

   "I got this, just go!"  He insisted loudly.  Still, the changeling began to turn back to assist the eldest Titan.  "Get her outta here!  Go on!"  With a soft, sad sound Garfield did just that.  Again his muscles constricted and rippled in a way Raven couldn't help but imagine being rather painful and she was upon the back of a green horse.

 

 

     Beastboy wasn't sure, but he was pretty certain riding a horse down a five mile stretch of dark tunnel was probably not advisable in the later months of pregnancy.  He'd chosen his form carefully though.  He was a Tennessee Walking Horse, an equine capable of a smooth gait even while moving at higher speeds.  There was very little bounce as he raced toward the daylight he couldn't see yet, but knew was on the other side.  Raven's fingers were tangled in his mane, her breath coming in harsh pants.  He could smell the fear and anxiety roll off of her like an overpowering perfume.  She didn't like the underwater tunnel on a good day.  Rushing through it when you were most likely being pursued by babynapping mad men did nothing to improve her opinion of the enclosed space.  They were only about a mile away from the exit when the sound of a vehicle joined the rhythmic fall of hooves.  As the sound came closer it was clearly a motorcycle.

   Please be Robin, please be Robin.  The changeling thought, speeding up slightly. 

   "Not Robin," Raven told him urgently, digging her heels into his flanks as if to urge him on faster.  He was already at his top speed in his current form and he thought frantically.  He could morph into a cheetah, but he wasn't sure his lean frame could support her weight.  The motorcycle was closing in and he settled on a form, his muscles twitching madly for half a second as he took on the form of a pronghorn antelope.  It was the second fastest land animal, capable of hitting fifty-five miles per hour.  It wasn't a speed he could maintain for long, but hopefully he could hold out long enough to escape the enclosed tunnel.  His lungs ached and his heart was slamming painfully into his chest already, but he sprinted onward. 

 

     Daylight had never looked so beautiful as it appeared as a small pinpoint before Raven's eyes, growing larger with every bounding stride.  She could feel the exhausted desperation rising from her companion and she knew he was pushing his limits to the breaking point.  He wouldn't be able to run much longer.  Closer and closer the light bobbed until she felt nearly blinded by the sun as they tore from the mouth of the tunnel.  There was an unexpected explosion only a couple seconds after they emerged from the opening and the empath's head tilted skyward to see Starfire blasting the opening of the tunnel, cutting off the pursuing motorcycle's path.  A moment later her feet were gently set upon the ground and Garfield crouched beside her, breathing hard.

   "That was . . . close," he wheezed with a breathless chuckle.  Static danced in front of his eyes and he slowed his breathing before he passed out.  Starfire landed lightly beside them, her green eyes wide, assessing the pair critically.

   "Friend Cyborg alerted me so that I could meet you when you exited the underwater passage.  I am relieved that you are both unharmed.  You are unharmed, correct?"

   "I'm fine," Raven told the other woman softly, setting a hand on Beastboy's back.  "Are you alright Gar?"  She questioned, watching as he remained in his stooped position, eyes squinted, a hand holding his chest as if to sooth the aching organs within.  He offered her a thumbs up, but retched a moment later, turning away as he vomited up his lunch. 

   "We should not remain in the open."  Starfire floated above the road slightly, her keen eyes darting back and forth, looking for any threat.  "I can carry you, Sister Raven.  Can you fly?"  She asked the changeling, who was wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.  

   "Yeah," he nodded, rolling his aching shoulders.  He'd never dream of saying so, but Raven was heavy.

                       

 

 

 

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19)

The End and the Beginning

  

 

  The following week was a somber one.  Usually, the weekend after Thanksgiving Starfire would spend hours decorating the Tower for Christmas.  Now, the boxes sat in the basement, slowly being picked through and divided by the group.  Robin insisted the Tameranian could still decorate, but she had sullenly refused.  In an attempt to cheer the alien princess up he had gone out and bought a smaller tree and decorated it himself.  The orange hued girl had burst into tears when she entered the common room and saw the thoughtful token though.  Stoically their leader insisted the tree remain erected beside the large window overlooking the ocean and he hung a wreath on the front door.

 

     "I don't think we'll ever have a view like this again Man," Cyborg said softly, his head tilting slightly in contemplation.  He was putting the finishing touches on the holo rings he had created for Beastboy and Raven and needed to ensure that direct sunlight didn't distort the false image.  The changeling stood in front of the common room window with the sun directly behind him, holding his arms out at his side as he had been instructed. 

   "You'll be coming back here.  In just a couple years too, I bet.  And it'll be nice to help out the Titans East in the meanwhile."  It was strange to hear the shape shifter's voice rise from the image of a blonde haired man.

   "Stand natural now and move around a little," the eldest Titan directed after a moment.  "It's so cold on the East Coast.  I don't know if I'm going." 

   "Buy a coat then.  It isn't that cold anyway.  It's not like its frigging Russia or something.  Tell 'im Rae," his hand swung in the direction of the couch where Raven sat.  She had been studying her wrist in interest, amazed by the faint blue veins that now appeared just under her skin.  Despite how pale she naturally was her skin was thicker than a human's and her veins were never visible.

   "Pretty sure you just told him," she mumbled, glancing up only briefly.  She should probably become accustom to looking at the changeling while wearing the holo-ring, but she found her eyes drifting away quickly again.  While the empath usually found him exceptionally attractive, Raven found herself less than thrilled with his now very normal appearance. 

   "I just . . . it isn't just that it's cold.  It won't feel like home."  Large shoulders shrugged and he forced a smile to his face.  "I think I might go to college . . . be a regular guy for a while."

   "You can just download anything you want to know into your memory banks," Garfield pointed out, turning to look at his own reflection in the window.

   "I'm guaranteed to be a straight A student then.  Alright Grass Stain . . . looks good, I think you're all set.  What do you think Raven?"

   "The disguise is very good, no matter how he moves the image doesn't waver."

   "But, how do I look?"  The changeling asked, turning to face them again.  Pink lips curled into a small smile to revel straight, average teeth.

   "Very much like I imagine you would have looked had you never gotten sick," she replied, skirting the question again.

   "Not just very much," Cyborg interjected proudly.  "This image is 97.6% accurate.  That's nearly exactly what he'd look like.  And your image," he pressed on, offering a heartfelt smile, "is just as accurate a representation of what you'd look like as a human."  Raven's eyes shifted past Gar for a moment to look at herself in the window's reflection.  With her holo-ring on her skin was still very fair, but touched with warm rosiness in places.  Her lips were a soft pink, the skin under her nails a soft blush color that screamed life compared to her usual grayish hues.  Her hair was a shimmering black, her eyes deep blue.  

   "We look awesome!" Beastboy agreed, bounding over and plopping down on the couch beside the empath.  He put his arm around her shoulders, not missing the way she winced away from him slightly before forcing herself to remain still. 

   "Sorry," she muttered when he cast her a questioning glance.

   "Uh-oh . . . there's a little interference when you guys touch."  Sure enough in the place where their sides nearly connected the images distorted slightly with a strange static.  "It's easy enough to fix.  I'll be right back."

   "It's weird, huh?"  Gar asked softly after the cybernetic man had exited the room.

   "Yes."

   "It'll take some getting used to, but it isn't all bad, right?  No one will know who we really are.  And you get to look at someone handsome for a change."  He waggled his fair eyebrows at her and smiled, though the expression looked superficial.  Sadness rolled off him and she shook her head, sighing loudly.

   "I will get used to it, but . . . to be completely honest I don't think this version of you is an improvement."

   "Oh," he blinked a couple times and cleared his throat.  "So either way I'm kinda . . . ugly."

   "No," Raven retorted firmly.  "You are not ugly.  I just meant that I like the real you better Gar, that's all."

   "Because that's what you're used to. . . I get it."

   "Because it's what I'm accustom to, yes."  She shook her head, realizing she would have to say more if she wanted to salvage his already fragile self-esteem.  "And . . . it's what I like.  I like the way you look. I think you're rather appealing."

   "Appealing, as in attractive?"  He asked softly as if he was certain he was misunderstanding her.  The empath nodded in conformation and he smiled his strange, fang-less smile again.  "For the record . . . I think you look better as the real you too."

 

 

                                                                          

     Raven stood in the middle of the room that had been a nursery just days before, feeling somewhat crestfallen.  All the furniture, once ready to receive the newest resident of the Tower, was now again disassembled.  The mobile and stuffed animals Beastboy had already bought were packed away in boxes, each labeled "Bug".  Violet eyes wondered over to the green changeling, who was taping up the last box.  He stood and tilted his head upward.  Raven did the same, looking at the stars that still adorned the ceiling.  Terra's stars, he hadn't painted over them. 

   "I'm gonna paint stars for her," he muttered, eyes still trailing over the golden pattern.  "And maybe the moon too . . . a little crescent moon."  Slowly his eyes lowered until he was looking at the empath, a sad smile tugging at his lips.  "It's hard to believe this will be our last night sleeping here."

   "Agreed.  The apartment is . . . okay though."  She wanted to say nice, but she couldn't bring herself to mutter the word.  The apartment was just that . . . an apartment.  It had two bedrooms and a small galley kitchen.  It had one bathroom and a plain living room with boring eggshell white paint on every wall.  It would never be home.  Gar promised her they would start making plans to buy a house right after Bug was born.  That they could live anywhere she wanted.  They just needed to be near the city for a little longer now.  The apartment was just a two hour drive from Jump.  It was far enough away that the empath couldn't feel the negativity that wafted off the city, but close enough that Cyborg could get there quickly when the time came for Raven to deliver. Starfire had insisted she would be there as well, it was her duty and honor as a sister after all. 

   "It's just for a little while," he reminded softly, wrapping his arms gently around her middle.  The changeling nuzzled his nose against her cheek and jaw lightly, a hand straying into her hair.  She sighed, her fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater.  "It'll be nice . . . just you and me for a bit." 

   "I'm due in just twenty days Gar.  There won't be much alone time."

   "True," he laughed and hugged her a little tighter.  She sensed a strange amount of desire suddenly bubble up into his consciousness and she pushed him lightly away.

   "What are you thinking?"  Raven asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.  Green lips parted to say "nothing", then closed again.  It was against the rules of his own game.  When she asked what he was thinking he felt obliged to answer truthfully.

   "I uhhh . . . I was having an animal moment," he grumbled, chuckling uncomfortably.  "After the young are born . . . after a while . . . you . . . I mean with animals . . .  uhhhh, the female becomes receptive to . . . to mating again," he blushed, his cheeks turning a reddish brown color.

   "Garfield . . ."

   "I know, I know . . . and I'm sorry.  There really isn't any pressure.  It was just a passing thought that I shouldn't have let effect me."

   "Don't be sorry.  It would be unrealistic of me to expect you to never think of certain aspects of a romantic relationship or even to have aspirations or daydreams about them.  Your mind and feelings are your own and it would be wrong of me to ask you to modify them just because I'm privy to some part of them."  She sighed and took a couple steps away from him.  "I just want you to have . . . reasonable expectations.  My powers will come back once Bug is born and that will make certain things . . ."

   "I want to say something real honest Raven, okay?"  He suddenly interrupted, closing the space she had put between them.  "Okay?"  He prompted again and she nodded after a moment.  "I think this is something that needs to happen before the baby is born."

   "Why?"  She tried to recoil, but he stopped her backward retreat, his right hand grasping her elbow, his left hand cupping the tender area at the base of her head.

   "Because you're anxious about it.  And fear and anxiety tend to cause more magical outbursts than anything else . . . well, other than anger.  After the first time the fear and anxiousness will go away.  All the other emotions are manageable."

   "I thought you said there was no pressure."

   "There isn't.  Like I said . . . I'm just being honest and telling you what I really think.  I'd never make you do something you didn't want to do. The when and what of our bedroom business is totally up to you."    

   "I can't," she told him mournfully, her pale lips turning down in a slight frown.

   "That isn't true Raven.  Of course you can.  You're choosing not to, which is completely fine.  But don't tell me you can't." 

   "I can't!"  The empath insisted again, shaking her head.  "It isn't an option for me."

   "Tell me why then.  Without using the excuse of emotions or magic . . . tell me why."  

   "It isn't an excuse!  It's a fact.  It isn't an option for me.  I told you that before we became whatever the Hell we are now.  I can't!"

   "That's a lie that you're telling yourself.  And I think deep, deep down you know that."  He fought the urge to be angry, his words soft and kind instead. 

   "It isn't fair . . . but it is a fact."  His lack of anger defused her own somewhat. 

   "I know you're unsure.  I can't even imagine how much.  You grew up constantly hearing how bad and dangerous you are.  But right now, in this moment, nothing bad can happen.  See?"  He lowered his mouth to her jaw, placing wet kisses along the angle, working slowly lower.  Gloved fingers lightly caressed down her back, nearly to her rear and then up again.  Raven shivered, her eyes slipping shut.  "See?  We can do whatever we want Rae . . . anything we want right now."

   "After . . ." she began, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue laved against the sensitive place on the left side of her throat.  The place he had marked when he'd claimed her as his own.

   "It's okay to live in the moment," the changeling soothed, his hands moving to grasp at her hips.  "Kuna tu wakati huu."

   "It's rude to . . . to talk in a language no one else understands."  The empath was attempting to rally some semblance of anger or at least the will to pull away from him.

   "You do it all the time Mpenzi," he reminded teasingly, his hands shifting again until each palm was grasping a plump butt cheek, kneading rhythmically.  Raven swallowed a gasp, trying to focus.

   "What did you just call me?"

   "Something nice," he assured, pulling his gloves off and tossing them aside.  He went back to kneading at her backside, letting his claws dig lightly into her skin.  This time she couldn't hide her gasp and he smiled to himself.  Sharp teeth nipped at her collar bone for a moment before his nose nudged at the collar of her blouse.  One hand stopped its cat like kneading, moving to crawl under her shirt.  He pet lightly at her belly and side.  She said nothing about the intrusion so after a moment he allowed his fingers to climb higher.  Lightly he traced the edge of her bra, again waiting for her rebuff.  Though Gar was pushing her boundaries, he respected her limits.  He didn't want to push her too far and if she told him to stop he would.  No rejection came and green fingers pushed themselves beneath the silk.  "I called you lover . . .  mate . . . ummm, your skin is so soft Rae."

   "I like that," Raven mumbled breathlessly, eyes tightly closed.

   "Being called Mpenzi or what I'm doing?"  He asked against her ear, nipping lightly at the tender curve.

   "Both."

   "Then I'll have to do both of them more often from now on."  A husky chuckle rumbled from his chest again.  The hand that wasn't occupied with her chest skirted to her front, eager fingers caressing over her hip as they came around to press at the junction of her thighs.

   "Gar?"  Her voice had deepened slightly and he thought it incredibly sexy.

   "Humm?"

   "I . . . I can.  I can and I think . . . I think I want to."  She forced her eyes open so he could see the sincerity within them.  "Let's go to our . . ." a thunderous roar suddenly sounded somewhere below, shaking the floor beneath their feet. 

 

18)

The Last Supper

 

 

   It was the morning of her last day of bed rest when Raven jolted awake, suddenly aware of a presence in the room.  The sun was just starting to rise, not yet visible over the window sill.  The fear she felt faded into annoyance quickly.  It was just Starfire.  She was crouched beside the bed, her face uncomfortably close to Raven's when she turned to look at her.

   "Greetings Friend," she said softly, making a surprised sound when Beastboy suddenly sat upright in the bed, growling loudly.  The unexpected voice had startled him and he glared blearily at the alien princess for a second or two before his brain seemed to process that there was no threat.  He flopped back down onto the mattress, grumbling to himself before his breathing evened out again as he drifted back to sleep.  "My apologies for startling you both."

   "Starfire, is everything okay?"  Raven whispered, confused by the nervousness the other woman was feeling.   

   "Yes, I am most okay.  I simply wished to speak with you."

   "It's very early."

   "I am aware, but you must understand that what I am about to swear . . . it must be sworn as the first sun aligns with the horizon."  Starfire's eyes shifted to the window and then back to the still reclined empath.  "I am certain you remember the meeting of my sister, Blackfire."

   "Yes, I remember."

   "She was not . . ," the orange hued girl seemed to search for the right words for a moment.  "She is not the kind or sisterly.  This once caused me great sadness."  She cleared her throat and smiled softly.  "It no longer makes me feel such sadness.  I wish to make a pledge with you Raven."  The nervousness she felt grew and she shifted about slightly, taking a deep breath.  "I have been acquainted with you for many years now.  You have been the truest of friends and I wish to be your sister.  On Tamaran sisters are bound to protect each other and the children that their sister produces to the death.  There would be no greater honor than to call you sister and to offer my life for that of your own and your most precious offspring."  Starfire took another shaky breath and extended her right hand, her palm up and fingers splayed.  "Will you accept my offer of sisterhood?"

   "I would never ask you to die for me," Raven whispered, looking down at the offered hand.

   "I shall not die if I need not, however to die for a sister is a great honor.  The sun is in the correct position and you must accept or decline," Starfire replied, her tone serious and pensive.

   "I've always been your sister Koriand'r."  An impossibly pale hand settled in the brightly colored one, squeezing gently.

 

 

 

 

     October faded into November and the tension in Jump City continued to grow.  The Titans were often met with hostility whenever they entered the city limits to fight crime.  Everywhere the citizens cast distrusting glances in their direction.  Mothers that had once encouraged their children to speak to the heroes now pulled their young away as they walked down the street, random voices hissing or cursing had replaced cheers and thank yous.  In the waters surrounding the Tower boats ceaselessly moved, the pontoons full of church congregations had been joined by tourist snapping pictures, picketers shouting slogans, and recently and most upsetting of all there were often groups of self-proclaimed Satanists.  The sort that based their "religion" on horror movies and hatred.  Their shouts of praise mixed with the cries of woe and warning creating an endless dull roar that could never be completely drowned out.  Slowly the honorary Titans stopped their visits, though they stayed in regular communication.  This distance was at Robin's request.  The young man was wise enough to know their constant presence could only serve to poison the citizens of the city and even the country to all super heroes and not just the Teen Titans in general. 

     Rita did return however, just as she promised she would.  It seemed she had abandoned her ideas about a quiet, Midwest life.  When she returned she came with boxes and bags that suggested she had no intention of leaving.  Cyborg offered to prepare a room for her on the guest wing, but she balked at the idea of being a guest and made herself at home in the room that had belonged to Beastboy since the Titans had formed.  Robin, who had become increasingly quiet and removed from the group, seemed to have no opinion on the matter.

  

   

     "We're having vegetarian lasagna for Thanksgiving," Raven told Cyborg with no preamble a sunny Saturday morning two weeks before the holiday.  She was sitting beside him at the kitchen table, enjoying a thick slice of ham and a heaping pile of fried potatoes.  Beastboy sat some distance away, at the bar where he looked up sharply from the small wooden horse he had been painting.  The changeling had bought the simple, unpainted mobile for the baby and had been enjoying decorating each little animal.

   "Like Hell!  I already bought a turkey."  Cyborg looked at her like she had completely lost her mind, his one eyebrow arching high.  "You love my turkey."

   "I do, but that doesn't matter."

   "Of course it does.  I guess we can do both . . . even though lasagna is not a food you should ever cook for . . ."

   "No.  The whole meal needs to be meat free."  Raven stood with a grunt, walking to the refrigerator.  With only a month and a half to go until her due date her middle had swollen to a size she would have thought unattainable. 

   "Why?"  Cyborg looked down on his plate and his ham with what seemed like affection.

   "I want us all to share a meal."  She waddled back to her seat, a bottle of apple juice in hand. 

   "We share a meal every Thanksgiving.  Last year we all . . ."

   "All Beastboy had on his plate last year was cranberry sauce and macaroni salad.  That isn't sharing a meal."  The empath interrupted with a shake of her head.

   "Rae . . . it's okay, no one else wants a Thanksgiving with no turkey."  Gar said softly, his eyes squinted slightly as he applied tiny white dots to the pink horse.

   "See?  Grass Stain understands that . . ."

   "It isn't okay.  I'll cook if you don't want to.  Just humor me.  I'm just asking for one Thanksgiving, just this one."  She looked back down at her plate, poking her ham with her fork.  Her eyes were burning slightly and she wanted to ensure they didn't see the tears that were trying to form. 

   "You can't even bend over to put things in the oven," the cybernetic man reminded loudly, but kindly.  "If it means that much to you Raven then we'll do it.  But next year there's going to be double the meat."

   "Agreed."

 

 

     It wasn't unusual for Raven to wake up in the middle of the night.  The once quiet twilight was now often charged with emotion and that coupled with the pressure upon her bladder, often lead to a restless night's sleep.  And so it was no great surprise when she awoke for the third time that night, the need to visit the restroom boarding on urgency.  What was strange was that Garfield was already sitting up in bed, wide awake.  Silently he stood and rounded the bed, helping to hoist the empath to her feet, following behind her as she hurried out of the room and into the hall.  Usually he would hum or try to talk to her through the bathroom door, but he was unusually quiet as he waited for her.  Together they walked back to the bedroom and the changeling settled on the edge of the bed, watching her as she settled again, not moving to lay beside her.

   "What's wrong?"  Raven asked, sitting up again with some effort.

   "I'm just thinking," he shrugged, a small smile curling his lips.  "I'm fine, go back to sleep."  Gar made some vague gesture before turning away from her, looking toward the window, obscured by a heavy curtain.  He sighed, his ears lowering slightly. 

   "Tell me what's bothering you," she insisted instead of laying down.

   "The world is just . . . it's an ugly place sometimes.  It's so unfair that people are so . . . that they always believe the worst instead of having faith in the best."  It was so unlike him to have such negative thoughts and it made the empath shiver.  She was accustom to his upbeat outlook on life.

   "I know how easy it is to let the negativity of others infect you, believe me I know.  But, you're stronger than that.  You're strong enough to know that the world is good, even if some of the people in it aren't."

   "Some people?  It’s the whole friggin' city now.  Someone spat on Starfire the last time we went out.  On Starfire!  And she's the sweetest soul, she would never hurt anyone.  They hate us, Raven."

   "They just don't understand.  It's fear, not hate."

   "That out there, that's hate."  He pointed to the window and the unseen ocean beyond it.  "I hear the nasty, ignorant things they say about you and Bug and . . . God help me Rae, I want to just . . . I want to hurt them sometimes.  I just want to . . . make them stop."

   "I'm leaving," Raven told him softly and he spun around to face her.

   "What?"

   "That's why I pushed to have the vegetarian friendly Thanksgiving dinner.  It will be our last one together as Titans."

   "You . . . you said we couldn't just lay low, that it wouldn't blow over and . . ."

   "This isn't going to blow over.  The world isn't going to forget.  I won't be biding my time or hiding out . . . that suggests that someday I'll be coming back.  This is over Garfield.  I can't be a Titan anymore.  I can't be a hero.  I need to just . . . disappear and be someone else now."

   "You say it like you think you'll be alone."  He crawled across the mattress until he was in front of her, their eyes meeting. 

   "I can't ask you to . . ."

   "You don't have to ask.  There's nothing I wouldn't do Rae . . . nothing I wouldn't do for you."  Gently green hands moved to cup her cheeks and he leaned forward until their noses touched.

   "Please don't feel like you have to . . . I'd never keep you from seeing the baby.  I know she means the world to you.  And I know being part of the Titans means . . ."  Her words were silenced as warm lips stole them from her tongue.  They kissed for a short eternity before the need to breathe parted them.

   "Raven . . . ask me to think about you," he encouraged, his thumb stroking over her jaw.  She had asked the changeling to think of many people and things in their game of talking out feelings, but never had she requested he think of her.  It seemed her voice had abandoned her as she swallowed loudly, but she nodded and Gar moved to pull her forehead to his own as he began to speak.  "I'm thinking of how excited I am to see you holding Bug.  I'm thinking about how wonderful a mother you're going to be."  Pride and affection crashed over her and her eyes closed tight.  "I'm thinking about . . . watching you sleep.  I do that sometimes.  You look so peaceful, so beautiful."  There was joy now and the beginnings of desire.  "I'm thinking about when you initiate little touches and how it . . . how lucky I feel that you're showing me affection."

   "It's not enough."  The empath managed to murmur, her eyes opening again.  "It's so little and you deserve . . ."

   "It isn't little to you Raven.  It's honest and real and . . ."  His eyes shown with tears and he leaned forward to press soft kisses along her hairline.  "And I love that about you.  I love you Rae.  I love you."  More kisses were peppered across her forehead and against the bridge of her nose.  "No matter where you go . . . that's where I'm going to be.  No matter what.  Even if I have to stop being a Titan.  Even if I have to were a holoring every time I step out the front door.  I promised you."  Claw tipped fingers pressed lightly at her neck for a moment before his mouth followed to nip lightly.  "I thought you understood what it meant."

   "I did understand, but things . . ."

   "There is no but," Garfield insisted firmly.

   "Things change and . . ."

   "And we'll be together for all those changes.  You're my mate Rae.  That's forever, that doesn't change."

   "People . . ." the empath began again and he growled lightly, shaking his head, his cheek brushing against her throat. 

   "People do make promises like this that they don't mean, you're right. I'm not people.  I'm wolf.  I'm swan.  I'm . . ." he chuckled softly, his fingers tangling in her hair.  "I'm raven.  None of those animals make idle promises.  They mate for life.  You don't have to be afraid."

   "I'm not afraid," she told him, pulling away so she could look into his eyes again.  And this time, she meant it.                        

                  

 

 

 

    

     Thanksgiving Day dawned cool, but pleasantly sunny.  Raven spent the majority of the early afternoon in the kitchen, preparing their dinner with Cyborg and Rita's help.  She had not had much experience with preparing meals and felt rather pleased with herself as each dish passed from the stove to the tabletop looking completely eatable.  It helped fuel her confidence, she was soon going to find herself in a home of her own with a small family to feed after all.  Though the decision had been made, neither Raven nor Beastboy had told anyone else about their plans.  Both agreed that waiting until after Thanksgiving would be best.  There was no need to ruin their last holiday together with the difficult news.

 

     Dinner itself was low key and sentimental.  The group reflected on holidays they had spent together and talked about victories and defeats alike in their lives as crime fighters.  They ate and complemented the empath heavily, Cyborg even admitting that the meat free Thanksgiving was a great idea.  It was nice to see Beastboy's plate heaped with the same foods everyone else had.  Eventually dessert was passed around and the patchwork family sat about the common room, eating pie and sipping coffee.

   "I think this might be one of the best Thanksgivings I've ever had," Rita said softly, picking at her apple pie. 

   "Most of our Thanksgivings with Doom Patrol were spent out in the middle of nowhere.  I think we forgot it was Thanksgiving at all a couple times."  Gar laughed lightly at the memory, shaking his head.

   "Yeah, a couple years in a row actually," Rita nodded and sighed loudly.  "I should have been better at . . ."  Her hand made a random, rolling gesture.  "At making life more normal for you." 

   "Normal and super hero don't belong in the same sentence.  It's alright Rita.  Besides, you made my first Thanksgiving a good one.  Steve was so mad that you insisted we fly home, but you wouldn't let up until he gave in."

   "That was a good day, even with Steve's complaining," she chuckled and reach for her coffee mug.  "Next Thanksgiving is going to be exciting."

   "Hell yeah!"  Cyborg agreed, shifting forward in his seat.  "It's going to be double meat Thanksgiving!"

   "I think Rita was thinking more about it being the baby's first Thanksgiving," Raven replied evenly.  She had finished her slice of apple pie and had eagerly accepted the piece that Gar had only eaten a bite of from his own plate.

   "Oh yeah, that too," the eldest Titan laughed hardily, his eyes twinkling with mirth.  "I'll make turkey puree!"

   "Bug isn't going to eat meat," Beastboy told him and Cyborg's one organic eye rolled.

   "We'll see.  And when are you going to give the poor kid a real name?"

   "When she's born," Raven provided with a soft sigh.  Though the baby's gender was no longer a mystery she had been reluctant to even discuss names with Garfield.  He was eager and apparently had even prepared a list, but the empath believed firmly that it was unfair to name a child prior to their birth.  How could she agree to a name and risk finding the child she had given birth to looked nothing like the title they had been assigned?  That's what had happened to her after all.  She'd been named Raven before she'd taken her first breath.  Raven, a nuisance bird and mythic harbinger of death.  Her mother and the monks of Azarath had been expecting a fiery skinned infant, with horns and claws and too many eyes.  She managed to come into the world with only one of those traits however.  She had in fact looked practically like any newborn baby should, save her ashen complexion.  Perhaps if they had waited to name her they would have been kinder. 

   "No pressure or anything, but I think Victoria is pretty awesome," Cyborg said around a large bite of pie.    

   "Rita is pretty good too," Rita parried with a laugh.

   "Oh . . . I am thinking Zeppelin is the most delightful sounding word that could be used for a name!"  Starfire added, completely missing the point of the joke. 

   "I kinda like Zeppelin," the changeling agreed with a hint of sincerity that made Raven shake her head firmly.

   "Sounds like a super hero name," Cyborg said, smiling.  "She'll be growing up in the Tower so you might want to . . ."  The empath opened her mouth to speak, but Robin, who had been quiet all day stood and cleared his throat.

   "I was going to wait until tomorrow, but . . . I've known for a couple weeks now and I just can't keep you guys in the dark anymore."  He took a deep breath and pressed on.  "As of the first of the year the Teen Titans will be disbanding."  Five sets of eyes stared up at him, the room completely silent.  "The mayor of Jump . . . and myself . . . think it's for the best."

   "You can't be serious," the eldest Titan mumbled, shaking his head.

   "I am.  Raven will be twenty in just a couple more months.  That leaves only one of us that's still actually even a teen.  It's time we grew up and moved on to other things."

   "Robin, could we not simply remove the word "teen"?  Could we not simply be The Titans?"  Starfire blinked innocently up at him.

   "No.  Jump City needs a break from . . . heroes for a while.  I'm hopeful that in a few years there can be a new team.  In fact, I think when the city is ready that Cyborg should come back as a mentor for the new group.  Until then Titans East said they'd be more than happy to have you."

   "That's on the other side of the country," the robotic man reminded, looking around at the others.  He couldn't imagine not seeing them every day. 

   "I know and that's not a bad thing.  I'm going back to Gotham.  I'm leaving the identity of Robin behind . . . I've outgrown it to be honest.  I plan on . . ."

   "It doesn't have to be this way," Raven suddenly interrupted.  "It's me the city has a problem with.  And I . . . Beastboy and I are leaving.  Talk to the mayor.  Tell him that you kicked me out, that I'll never come back to Jump."

   "There is a tremendous amount of pressure from the citizens and it's an election year.  It's out of my hands.  And I'm not going to turn against you Raven, not even for show.  We're a family and that won't ever change.  But it's time.  It's just time to move on." 

 

17)

Birthday

 

 

     It was too loud.  Raven was trying to remember the last time she'd felt so many loud emotions all directed at her.  They were so close, pushing and swirling.  Fear and concern and compassion and pity.  It was like she was drowning in a sea of sentiment.  She had felt this before, hadn't she?  When . . . right before . . . Trigon.  Before the Trigon incident, as Cyborg carried her to her safe room.  It had been too loud then also.  Her friends had been so worried for her.  So worried for the world.  Why were they feeling that way now?  Her brain struggled and her body ached.  She couldn't remember pain like this.  Her body had always healed itself and so pain was rare and fleeting.  Slowly it was coming back to her . . . the road beneath her injured back . . . the blood on her lips and in her mouth . . . the man . . . the scalpel.  Suddenly adrenaline was flooding her nervous system, she had to escape.

   "No!"  She roared, ignoring the pain in her back as she sat upright.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"  A voice was saying loudly.  She didn't recognize it right away and she thrashed out toward it, ready to fight.  "Easy Raven . . . you're okay."

   "Don't touch me!"  She snarled at the young man that belonged to the voice.  He had a mop of unruly red hair atop the head he ducked just in time to avoid her fist.  Moving hurt and she was succumbing to exhaustion fast. 

   "Lay down!  You need to lay down!"  He was saying and she could hear new voices now, voices she did know.

   "You're okay!"  Cyborg was telling her firmly.

   "You are safe now Friend," Starfire insisted gently.

   "You're going to hurt yourself," Robin lamented loudly.  She fought on anyway, confused and in pain.  And then hands grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to stay upon the cot she was struggling to get off of.  She growled and he growled right back.  Raven blinked, realizing her attacker wasn't an attacker at all, simply Beastboy.

   "Gar?"  She started to shake nearly uncontrollably, her eyes filling with tears.

   "I'm here.  You're okay, we're all okay."  He guided her hand to her middle so she could feel the swell that still jutted from her midsection.

   "They were . . . they were going to . . ."  Her trembling amplified, her lower lip quaking.

   "I know, but they didn't.  They didn't Rae, everything is okay."  He soothed a hand over her hair, making a soft hushing sound.  "You need to lay back though . . . we want everything to stay fine so you'll need to stay in bed for a while."  He helped her settled against the cot again.  She stared up at him, still shaking uncontrollably.

   "Gar I . . . I thought they took her.  I couldn't get away.  I couldn't do anything." 

   "You did do something.  You called for help and help came."  The changeling smiled and pulled a blanket up over her, trying to combat her quaking.  He grunted in surprise when Raven grabbed at his hair and pulled him down closer.  She guided his forehead against her own, her eyes slipping shut as she tried to force her nerves to relax.  Still her body hummed with adrenalin and fear, her lungs too tight, her heart too frantic.

   "Azarath Metrion Zinthos.  Azarath Metrion Zinthos.  Azarath Metrion Zinthos," Garfield began to whisper softly.  "Say it with me Sweetheart."  Her large amethyst eyes opened to look at him for a moment, then closed again.

   "Azarath Metrion Zinthos.  Azarath Metrion Zinthos," they chanted together, the tremor slowly leaving her voice.  "Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos."  They murmured the mantra for a few minutes, until her heart had slowed and she could fill her lungs with air again.

   "Better?"  Beastboy asked softly, pulling away slightly.  Raven nodded and he smiled.  "So, Bug's a girl?"

   "Yes," she admitted with a sigh.  She had somehow become aware of the information a couple weeks ago as the unborn child became more aware of itself, but she hadn't wanted anyone else to know.

   "My little girl," he said with a chuckle, touching her middle lightly.

   "What happened?"  The empath asked, noting that the room had emptied.  She was thankful that they hadn't stayed to watch her emotional break down.

   "Friggin' cult rammed us with a pickup truck.  It's a miracle no one was more hurt than they were.  Rita has a broken arm and some minor cuts and I somehow managed to get away with just a mild concussion and a couple cracked ribs."

   "And me?  My back . . ."

   "The impact was jarring and when you tensed you pulled some muscles pretty badly.  It didn't help that they dragged you out of the car over the pavement.  The broken glass cut you some."

   "Then why do I have to stay reclined, what's wrong?"

   "It's just a precaution.  Cy says trauma like that can sometimes trigger early labor.  He wants you to be on bed rest for a bit, just to be safe."

   "How did we get back to the Tower?"

   "You hit the distress beacon on my communicator.  We were lucky that Kid Flash was so close.  Starfire responded too, but it took her about ten minutes to get there.  It would have been too late."  Raven nodded, wincing slightly at the pain she felt from even this slight movement.  She would need to apologize to the speedster.  He had saved Bug's life and quite possibly her own.

   "The men that . . ."

   "Dead," Gar bit out, a low growl following the word.

   "Did you . . ." she began with alarm but the youngest Titan shook his head.

   "Of course not.  Cyanide, just like last time."  Silence hung between them, neither seeming to know what to say.  At first she thought the suggestion he had killed the men had offended him, the negative emotion she felt from the changeling seeming to suggest this.  But the longer the silence stretched out, the more certain the empath became that what he was feeling had more to do with the fact he hadn't protected her.  He hadn't been the one to save her.  Her lips parted slightly, preparing to ask him to voice his thoughts, but a soft knock on the med bay door silenced her before she began.

   "Just checking in," Cyborg told the couple softly, walking toward the cot slowly.

   "We're fine," Beastboy replied and the eldest Titan nodded, his eyes settling upon Raven waiting for her confirmation.  He'd never seen her on the edge of hysterics before and it had concerned him.  Giving her a sedative wasn't ideal for the baby, but if she needed one he would certainly consider something mild.

   "Just really sore," she added in agreement.  She was considerably calmer and the cybernetic man's built in sensors declared her heart rate within normal ranges again.

   "I can give you something for the pain, something that won't affect String Bean Jr too much."  He smiled slightly, nearly certain she would tell him no.  He could see her head start its slight, sideways movement, ready to deny she hurt nearly as badly as he knew she must.

   "All the stress from pain is worse for Bug than a little medicine," Beastboy said softly, surprising both.  "I can't stand to see you hurting so much Rae," he added even more softly, pulling the blanket higher on her shoulders to combat the desire to caress her.  She wouldn't want that with Cyborg watching, especially after what had happened earlier.

   "Okay," she murmured, her head tipping in agreement.

 

 

 

     Thirty minutes later a rather drowsy Raven slipped in and out of sleep, feeling far more comfortable despite the thin plastic of the cot she lay upon.  The other Titans had returned to the medical bay and the empath had managed to thank Kid Flash for saving her and apologize to the man for attempting to attack him, before nodding off again.

   "Everyone I've talked to . . . I mean, I want you guys to know we're all still with you.  No matter what the stupid papers are saying about the Titans."  Wally was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed.

   "We can't thank you enough for responding to the distress beacon," Robin said, the speedster just shrugging and chuckling.

   "I just got there first, that's all.  Like I said . . . all the honorary Titans are still with you.  We want to help."

   "I think we may need help, tracking down this cult.  They're getting bolder."  The dark haired hero shook his head wearily.  He'd had to cut his investigation short after the cult's attack.

   "You got it.  All you have to do is tell us what you need."

   "Guys, can't you go to the common room to talk?  Rae's sleeping," Beastboy whispered from his seat next to the cot.  Raven's eyes opened slightly and she sighed.

   "I'm awake," she breathed, only to have her eyes close again a moment later.

   "Actually . . . she'd be more comfortable in her own bed.  There's no real reason to keep her here any longer."  Cyborg patted the changeling upon the shoulder kindly.  "I can carry her up to her room."

   "I can do it," the youngest Titan said, standing up and stretching.

   "She's pretty heavy Man."  Cyborg breathed with a light laugh.  The green teen frowned, grunting as he gathered the dozing woman in his arms.  She was heavier than he'd expected her to be, but he'd never say so.  Carefully he carried her out of the medical bay, Cyborg following behind.  Raven muttered softly in her sleep, the words unintelligible.

   "Are you sure you didn't give her too much pain medication?" Beastboy asked, looking down at her with concern.

   "Of course I'm sure!  She's just never had a need for pain management before.  She has absolutely no tolerance."

   "Giving birth is going to be horrible for her . . .  having so little experience with pain means she's got zero pain tolerance too.  I hadn't thought about it before."  He whimpered quietly at the thought, his arms clutching her a bit tighter to his chest.

   "Don't worry about it too much BB.  I'm already making plans for the big day and pain management is a big part of those plans."  The cybernetic man followed the changeling into Raven's room, moving to pull the covers down.  "I'm seriously considering giving her an epidural."

   "Dude . . . that's a pretty awful idea."  Gently, he lay the empath down, her eyes opening again.

   "What's awful?" she murmured sleepily.

   "Nothing Rae, just rest," the changeling reassured quietly.

   "I'm trying to," she grumbled, glaring up at him.

   "Sorry Raven," Cyborg whispered, a smile touching his lips.  "We'll leave you to sleep."

   "I'm staying," Beastboy replied in a hushed tone.  "We'll talk about it later."

  

 

     The next few weeks passed surprisingly quickly.  Raven had expected the days to crawl by after Cyborg had come to visit the morning after the attack to inform her she needed to be on bed rest for three weeks.  Thankfully bed rest didn't actually mean she had to be in the bed, laying down constantly.  She was allowed a few hours sitting in the common room each day, though she had to be carried there.  An influx of visitors had begun to filter through the Tower.  Partly it was a show of solidarity, a declaration from their friends that they were still willing to be affiliated with the Teen Titans.  It was also clearly to offer additional assistance and protection from both the city and the cult.  Picketers had taken up residence on the shore line and at City Hall, demanding the Titans be disbanded and removed from Jump.  It was impossible to turn on a local news station without hearing something negative about Raven or the Titans in general.  Trespassers were a growing issue and with the knowledge that the cult was more than ready to claim the empath's unborn baby, each had to be looked at as a potentially deadly threat.  A member from Titans East was almost constantly in the Tower, treating the visit nearly like a patrol shift, trading off every couple days.  Kid Flash came back to visit about twice a week.  He brought Jinx with him once, but the sorceress was on edge the entire time, admitting begrudgingly that she was concerned the bad luck that followed her constantly would somehow manifest.  And the last thing the group needed was more bad luck.  Robin had gone back to follow up on their lead just a couple days after the accident only to find that Mr. Yarrow's bookstore had been burned to the ground.  The old man himself was fine, but Luke had disappeared, taking the chance of a new lead with him.  It was a blow to the moral of the team, the mood already somber.  Still, it was nice to see so many friendly faces that brought with them a sense of normalcy that had been missing for far too long.  Rita stayed on for two of those three weeks before leaving, wanting to be there for Garfield's birthday, an event she hadn't be present for in years.

   The changeling's eighteenth birthday was far more low key than he had probably imagined it being.  There was cake and Rita made eggplant Parmesan for dinner, declaring the meal to be utterly meat free, despite Cyborg's mostly good natured complaints.  There were a few gifts and Starfire sang a long, high pitched Tameranian birthday song.  After the group spent a couple hours watching one of Beastboy's favorite scary movies, they went their separate ways for the night.

   "Are you disappointed?" Raven asked softly, looking up from the book she was reading.  He was sprawled out beside her, a hand held game clutched in his hands. 

   "About what?" 

   "Your birthday."

   "Of course not," he laughed lightly, cutting the glowing game system off and sitting it on his bedside table.  His grin grew.  "You'd know if I was," he reminded, rolling onto his side so he was facing her. 

   "True.  I suppose it was a roundabout way of asking why you aren't disappointed.  Eighteen is a big milestone and we treated it like every other birthday."

   "Despite everything I think this is the best birthday I've ever had Rae.  We had a great, totally vegetarian dinner that everyone ate.  It always feels so . . . bad to be the odd man out.  You know, when I'm stuck with a salad or some tofu I warmed up while everyone else eats these elaborate dinners.  I really liked actually sharing a meal."  He reach out and idly began to stroke at her middle, reveling in the fact he could do so freely.  "Rita was actually here and we had chocolate cake and I got a game I've been wanting.  And now I'm relaxing in the bed I share with the most beautiful girl ever.  I have nothing to be disappointed about."

   "We'll have to make it a point to eat more meals together."  She watched his ungloved fingers moving over her stomach, wondering why she hadn't noticed that the distinction between what he ate and what everyone else ate bothered him before.  The empath was coming to the realization that she had been too thorough when blocking out other's emotions.  There was so much she hadn't bothered to learn about those around her. 

   "Me and you eat breakfast together practically every morning.  I love that."  He let his head flop down on the pillow, large green eyes twinkling up at her.

   "I like it too.  Your fake eggs aren't nearly as horrible as I thought they would be."  Raven sat her book aside, slowly shifting into a completely reclined position. 

   "I'm gonna get you to try the tofu bacon one of these days."  He teased, cutting off the lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

   "I don't eat fake meat, Gar.  I've told you.  But . . . I've been thinking . . ."  A soft yawn interrupted her words.

   "You're gonna stop eating meat?"  He asked excitedly, propping himself on his elbow again to look down at her.

   "No, but I think I like the idea of bringing the baby up with a healthy diet."

   "A healthy, meat free diet?"

   "Yes," she agreed after a moment and he made a delighted sound.

   "This is the best birthday present anyone has ever given me!"  He told her sincerely, pressing his cheek against her own.  "It really, really is."

   "It isn't a present.  It's just being practical."  She smiled slightly though, pleased that he was so happy.

   "Sure, sure.  The only way it could be better is if you'd stop eating meat until Bug is born."  He wasn't completely serious about the request, he knew she wasn't going to give up the foods she seemed to crave most.  Much to his surprise she laughed lightly, her slender fingers curling lightly around his forearm.

   "I'll make you a deal.  The next time I'm pregnant I won't eat meat."  A strange sadness tried to well inside the changeling for a moment.  There would never be a next time.  Still, he pushed the thought away, chuckling.  It was so rare for Raven to be in a playful mood.

   "I'm gonna hold you to that," he told her with a soft smile as he pulled her close, ignoring the slight jerk her muscles gave before relaxing. 

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16)

Love Bites and Road Rash

 

     Cyborg was staring at her neck again.  He had looked up from his unsatisfying continental breakfast of stale bagel and cream cheese to glare at the bruised skin upon the left side of her throat.  When he'd first entered the room with their breakfast he had made a startled sound when his eyes had landed upon the discolored skin and he opened his mouth to speak.  Raven had managed to glare hard enough at him to stop the comments before they started, but the cybernetic man seemed incapable of controlling the urge to gawk at her.  Thankfully both Robin and Rita were far more successful in pretending they couldn't see the bite mark at all.  The empath gnawed at her bagel half-heartedly, glad when Rita called her away so she could apply her make-up and help her into her wig.

   "I cannot believe you Man!"  Cyborg half whispered after the bathroom door closed behind the women.  "You gave her a hickey?"

   "No."  This was somehow both the truth and a lie at the same time.  His mouth, his teeth in particular, had caused the imperfection on her skin, but a hickey was something some sexually frustrated boy left on a girl's neck.  The mark wasn't there due to overzealous petting.  It was a symbol of their commitment to each other.  The changeling doubted he could explain it in a way his friend would understand.

   "Dude, it's clear as day!  I . . . it's blowing my mind that she let you do that."  His lips formed a hard line.  "You didn't do it while she was asleep, did you?"

   "No," Beastboy sighed, poking at the inedible pastry in front of him.  "The food here sucks."

   "Apparently not as much as you suck," Cyborg joked, trying to shake the mental image that was lodged in his brain which involved Beastboy attached to Raven's neck like some oversexed lamprey.

   "I might occasionally bite . . . but I don't suck," he shrugged and chuckled.  "Say what you want Cy . . . nothing's dampening my mood today."

   "Why, 'cause you finally got to second base?"  Cyborg laughed and Robin continued to force himself to eat his bagel, despite its hard edges, trying to pretend he couldn't even hear the conversation.

   "Second base?  Dude, I'm not even in the ballpark anymore.  I'm like on base eighty-three or something."

   "And I don't think you understand how the base analogy works.  There is no base eighty-three.  Homerun is the furthest there is and I know that didn't happen."

   "There is an eighty-third base and I so totally got there last night."

   "What does base eighty-three involve then?  Astral projection?  Turning into a swarm of bees?  What?"

   "Base eighty-three is the highest base!  It's the forever base!"

   "You musta hit your head BB . . . you're nuts if you think a hickey, even a particularly gnarly looking one is some sort of ultimate base."

   "It's not a hickey and it is the ultimate base."

   "It's too early for you two to be so . . . annoying," Robin said with a loud sigh.  He hadn't slept well and his head was pounding.  "Let's just cut to the chase so you can stop debating.  It isn't a hickey.  There is no base eighty-three and the baseball analogy is overplayed."                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                             
                

 

 

 

     Beastboy had never been so glad to be stuck in the backseat of a car before in his life.  The windows were darkly tinted, making it possible for him to travel without having to transform into something tiny to avoid being seen by other motorists.  Rita had the radio on, singing softly along with the music, her fingers tapping time on the steering wheel as she drove.  Though Raven could have taken the passenger side seat at the front of the car, she had opted to sit in the back with the changeling, something that made his heart swell with joy.  He hadn't even asked her to join him. 

   "This morning, I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with," Rita sang, pushing her sunglasses a little higher up the bridge of her nose.  "And so I just decided to myself I'd hide it from myself and never talk about it."  She had always liked upbeat music from decades long since past.  "And didn't I go and shout it when you walked into my room?  I think I love you!  I think I love you so what am I so afraid of?" 

   "The Partridge Family is the wisest of all the family bands," Gar told Raven with a chuckle, his fingers lightly caressing over the back of her hand and wrist.  Even if Rita glanced into the rear view mirror she wouldn't be able to see the slight contact, so the empath allowed it.

   "Even wiser than the Brady Bunch?" she asked, turning her hand so that his fingers played over her palm.  She decided she liked the sensation.

   "Way wiser."

   "Believe me, you really don't have to worry.  I only want to make you happy.  And is you say, hey go away I will."  Rita continued happily, her head bobbing slightly.  "But I think better still I better stay around and love you."

   "We'll be home in just another hour," the changeling murmured, testing his boundaries, letting his fingers worry at the cloth of her pant leg.  He fidgeted with the fabric that covered her outer thigh, working his way toward her hip.  She seemed to be ignoring his exploration, at least for the moment.  "It'll be nice to sleep in our own bed tonight."

   "It definitely will be.  The motel sheets were stiff and the comforter was itchy."  She hadn't missed the use of the word "our" or the happiness he felt when she didn't bother to correct him.  Higher his fingers probed, tracing her hipbone through her pants.  The empath glanced toward the front of the car, reassuring herself that Rita was still focused on driving and singing a bit too loudly to her retro music.  She could tolerate his more intimate touching when she was certain they didn't have an audience.  If she was being honest with herself she was more than tolerating it.  She enjoyed it.  His fingertip pressed at her navel now, almost like he was trying to coax it back in where it belonged.  And then his fingers were walking downward and she felt heat flare at the contact. He clearly hadn't intended the downward stroke to be sexual, she felt no desire from him at the moment of his south bound touch.  That changed quickly though.  A second or two after the flush of heat hit Raven he made a very soft, very odd sound.  It never ceased to amaze her how wide his vocal range was.  He could emit deep growling noises, high pitched chirps and nearly everything in-between.  This noise was almost like a couple notes of birdsong, but deeper in pitch than she imagined any bird could ever sound.  He inhaled deeply, repeating the sound, this time leaning closer to breathe it into her ear.  Desire was crackling hot within him now and she couldn't help but feed off of the emotion, her irises darkening slightly as her pupils dilated.  His fingers trailed lower and she shifted, biting her lip to keep from making some embarrassing sound. 

   "I smell . . . Rae . . . I smell . . . you," he rumbled against her ear, so soft she could barely hear him even with his lips ghosting against the shell of her ear.  She knew exactly what part of her "you" was and a strange tremble seemed to invade her body, making her shake.  The changeling moved away from her and confusion and disappoint ran rampant for a moment but then he turned back to her, his discarded jacket in his hand.  Carefully he lay it over her, covering her lap and chest in the guise of keeping her warm.  Debauchery danced in his eyes though, the green there so darkened by lust it could nearly be mistaken for black.  Those eyes darted toward the driver's seat, watching briefly.  Rita had cut her music up a bit louder, singing happily to a song by Three Dog Night, seeming nearly like she had forgotten she had passengers at all.  His hand snuck under the jacket to settle low on her stomach, very low.

   "Gar," she breathed, not completely sure what she was attempting to convey with the word.  She wasn't telling him to stop exactly.  Why couldn't she think straight?

   "Shhh," he breathed right back, his eyes again checking to ensure their moment was passing unnoticed.  He dropped his head and nipped lightly at his place on her neck, blanching slightly at the taste of make-up.  The bruise on her skin was barely visible beneath Rita's handiwork.  He ignored the unpleasant taste, letting his mouth open against the skin.  Nimble fingers were moving again, lower and lower.  In turn the empath's mind declared his fingers too low only to decide a heartbeat later they were not low enough.  Her heart felt like it was going to explode from the confines of her chest at any moment.  She shouldn't let him do this for at least half a dozen different reasons.  Rita was right there and they could get caught.  If he got used to such intimacy it would be difficult for him once her powers returned and she had to reject him.  It would be a struggle to deny herself certain pleasures after she had experienced them.  It would set the wrong tone for . . . and suddenly every single word in her head seemed to crumble into dust.  The universe had suddenly contracted in on itself so that all of reality consisted of nothing but the feeling of Gar's hot mouth and his fingers.  His teeth had dug in with a firmness that should have been uncomfortable, but how could she feel anything but pleasure with his fingers moving like they were?  Curling and stroking and prodding at her with that insistent curiosity that he used to approach all new experiences.  She wasn't sure how his hand had gotten where it was or why she'd allowed it to travel there without intercepting it.  She couldn't begin to focus enough to begin to unravel such mysteries.  She couldn't focus on anything but the sensation.  The delicious, spiraling sensation.  Raven didn't hear the screech of car tires at all as they filled the morning air.  She didn't see the truck that had made a sharp turn so it could barrel toward them.  She did however hear the ear splitting crunch of metal upon metal as the truck rammed hard into the passenger side door, sending their car spinning out of control.           

 

    She was on the street and she wasn't sure how she got there.  Raven lay prone on her back, blinking in confusion.  Her back hurt and there was blood on her lips.  Had she coughed it up or had she simply bitten her tongue or cheek?  Groggily she tried to sit up, but her back and arms pained her too much to accomplish more than a feeble floundering.  She turned her head, seeing the rental car about a hundred feet away.  It was upside down, its wheels still spinning.  She could hear music spilling from the broken windows.  She could hear people shouting.

   "Stand back, I'm a doctor!"  A man was saying and suddenly a face invaded her field of vision.  He was middle aged, with a strong jaw and deep blue eyes beneath two bushy eyebrows.  "It's alright now . . . you're going to be just fine."  He leaned closer as if inspecting her face for injury.  He smiled in a way that felt less than reassuring.  "It's alright now . . . Daughter of Trigon."

   "Garfield!"  Raven forced herself to scream, her fingers scrambling desperately at the rough concrete beneath her.  "Garfield!"

   "Hush now, there's no point struggling.  I'm here to help you."

   "He . . . he's not a doctor!"  She shouted to the crowd that had been ushered back by a few people in jackets that suggested they were firefighters, most assuredly cult members as well.

   "She's in shock!"  The "doctor" shouted in dismay and then grinned.  "No matter what you say they'll just assume you're injured and afraid . . . just confused."  He reach out, his knuckles wrapping lightly on her middle like it was a watermelon.  "I do believe you're ripe enough to pick."  Another man appeared, carrying a black leather bag, sitting it beside the kneeling cultist.  He began to root inside and the empath again flailed wildly, trying to force her body to move.  Her fingers connected with something soft and she pulled it toward her.  It was Gar's jacket and as fast as she could she patted at the material, hoping against hope to feel a round lump of plastic.  Just when she was about to give up she felt the communicator against her fingertips and she grasped it frantically, her fingers searching for the catch to open it.  Eventually it popped open and she was able to press the distress button before the doctor and his assistant pulled the jacket from her grasp, not seeming to realize what she had done.  The faux doctor was holding a scalpel and she shrieked again.

   "Gar!"  She howled as loudly as she could manage.

   "We're losing her!  She has massive internal bleeding!"  The man shouted over her.  "The baby has to be delivered or there's no hope of saving it."

   "No!  Please . . . please don't . . . please."  She was dissolving into tears, realizing the desperateness of her situation.  There was no escaping them.

   "I'm going to give you something to help you sleep," he told her serenely, pulling a hypodermic needle from his bag.  "You'll be fine Daughter of Trigon.  Once the infant leaves your body your powers will return.  You will heal yourself."

   "Please don't take her . . . don't take my baby," she wept, her struggles weakening even more after the needle slipped beneath her skin.  "Don't take her . . . please don't take her."  Her eyes were too heavy to hold open anymore.  "Azar . . . protect . . . my . . . Bug."  Darkness swallowed her, a strange whooshing ringing in her ears.       

 

Loom Chapter 16
I'm hearing crickets and it's not just because it's spring.  Anyone have any thoughts on how the story is going so far?  Anyone at all? 

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  • Listening to: Christmas music
  • Reading: Legends of the Dark Crystal
  • Eating: mac and cheese
  • Drinking: tea
 
    It has been a while since my last journal post so I figured I would update it.  Mostly I'm writing in an attempt to fight the urge to post the first couple chapters of my newest story tonight.  I hit the 130 page mark earlier today and I stated to be driven nearly mad with the desire to start posting.  I promised myself that I wouldn't post anything at all until I was completely done with the story.  But it's so frigging hard!  I'm monstrously proud of this bit o'fiction and having to sit on it like I am is very difficult.  I haven't posted a story in so long.  And I want to . . . especially now that I have so much to post!  I keep reminding myself that at the very least I have to settle on a title before I give in to temptation.  Titles have always been tricky for me. 

 So I'll try not to post.  I really will.  No promises though, there may be some chapters hitting dA very soon.        

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kaikaku Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh I have to watch TT so I can read your fics!! :ohnoes:
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freedomfighter4 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016
That would be really cool! 
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Gojira007 Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2015
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I know it's a little late, I had NO chances to drop it off yesterday, but...Merry Christmas. <3
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freedomfighter4 Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2015
Oh Wow!  This is so very, very cute!  I really do love it.  Thank you so much and I do hope your Christmas was a very merry one.  I enjoyed time with family and its always nice to watch the kids open presents. 
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MobianMonster Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Have a nice birthday!
Hope to see you write some more in 2016. :)
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freedomfighter4 Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015
Thanks so much!
I'm writing like crazy here lately and I hope to start posting just as soon as the story is done to avoid the "two dozen stories with no endings" sort of scenario I seem to end up with way too often.
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FirebirdPhoenix87 Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Bithday! :D :party: :cake:
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freedomfighter4 Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015
Thanks so much!
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FirebirdPhoenix87 Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
No prob! :D
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kaikaku Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday, Darlin'!
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