*I'msorrythissolateI'msorryI'msorryI'm SOOORRRYYY! Time just slipped away with college work and other projects and… well, at least it's here now. Requested by RosesandRavens, who I thank for being so patient. Enjoy!*

Raven, hovering a foot above her comforter, chanted her mantra as she meditated.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…"

She opened her eyes and sighed, gently floating back down onto her bed, legs still crossed. Even with her Father dead and gone, she found that meditating was still a helpful activity. It both passed the time and helped her relax. It was a habit, admittedly, but it was a worthwhile one.

She uncrossed her legs and hung her feet over her bed, curling her bare toes against the carpet. Feeling content, she reached for her boots. She frowned when she discovered that she accidently pushed them under her bed when she took her socks off pre-meditation. Hopping off of her bed and getting down on all fours, she groped for her boots in the narrow crevice between the floor and her mattress.

She soon found them and pulled them out of their hiding place. She was perplexed when it took her a second to get them free, they must have been trapped on something. After she had retrieved them, she went in a second time to discover what they had been on top of.

She found the mystery object and pulled it free. It was a small tangle of fabric, light grey and knotted up from being stuck under the bed. Not recognizing it, Raven shook it, allowing it to become undone and assume its natural shape.

She felt the relaxation from the morning's meditation fade away when she discovered the words 'Fruit of The Loom' written on an elastic waistband.

Beast Boy lay on his lower bunk, hands behind his head and headphones inserted into his ears.

"Oh, I just died in your arms tonight…" He mumbled along with the music. He loved waking up on weekend mornings and listening to his MP3 player before he got up. It wasn't so much the activity that relaxed him, it was the fact that he could do the activity without having to worry about Robin yelling at him to get up. And hey, music was good for the soul. He had forgotten where he heard that proverb, but he liked it.

He raised an eyebrow when his bedroom door opened, and felt a smile crease his lips when he found Raven standing there. She didn't come to visit him often, but it was a pleasant surprise whenever she did.

"Hey, Rae." He said. His smile flickered out when he realized that Raven had 'the look' in her eye.

She marched over to him and held out a pair of briefs.

"What's this?" she demanded.

"Oh, I've been looking for those, thanks! Where'd you find 'em?" Beast Boy reached for his undergarments, only to have Raven jerk them out of his reach.

"Under my bed." She said, her voice caustic. "In my room. Your dirty laundry in my room."

Beast Boy felt his stomach drop. Raven had made it crystal clear that she didn't want any of Beast Boy's things in his room, especially personal items like toiletries or clothes. And he had followed these rules stringently.

"Rae, I must have left them there by accident."

"Accident or not, it's revolting. I've told you a thousand times, you can mess up your room as much as you like, but mine stays clean."

Beast Boy nodded feverishly. "I know you did, and I must have dropped them or something. I didn't mean to."

Raven threw the clothes into Beast Boy's overflowing hamper and crossed her arms.

"How can I be expected to trust you if you break the most basic rules I give you, Garfield?"

Beast Boy got to his feet. "Rae, I told you it was an accident! You're not being fair!"

"Not being fair?! You left your underwear in my personal space, I think I have the right to be angry."

"I made a mistake, Raven, one mistake! Is that seriously worth chewing me out over?"

"When it comes to things like this, yes."

Beast Boy frowned mightily. "Well, excuse me for not being the perfect boyfriend! I didn't know that our relationship had no room for human error!"

"I'm not saying that you have to be perfect, I'm asking you to be less absent minded." Raven replied.

"Oh, here we go again, you're gonna start calling me stupid!"

"I didn't say that, Garfield." Raven sighed, her tone exasperated. She failed to notice that her 'absent-minded' comment touched a nerve in the changeling and now he grew angry as well.

"You know, I really try hard to make you happy, Raven, but if I make one mistake, you go back to insulting me! Is it really too much to ask for a little slack?"

Beast Boy then narrowed his eyes.

"Come to think of it, why don't you ever say anything nice to me when I need it?"

"Garfield, this is completely irrelevant."

"No no no, listen! Why is it that always have to lick your boots to get your attention? If I'm having a bad day, or my feelings are hurt, would it kill you to say 'It's gonna be okay, Gar,' or 'I'm sorry, that was a mean thing to say?' Nooo, I've got to beg and plead for you to say anything outside of 'suck it up!"

Raven caught herself just before snapping at him.

"Garfield, I'm only asking that you take better care of your things."

Beast Boy raised his hands.

"Y'see? Right there, you did it again! Look who's lecturing who on being a bad listener!"

Raven's expression became icy.

"We'll talk later." She hissed, turning briskly and exiting the room.

"Oh, sure, leave. Because running and hiding always helps, doesn't it?!"

Beast Boy immediately regretted saying that, but he was adamant about his argument. The proportions of his relationship with Raven were entirely stacked in her favor. She could badger him and call him names all day, but the second he tried anything, he had 'gone too far.' The same applied to asking for affection. Beast Boy had to jump over hurdles to get Raven to say comforting words, but if she was upset, he had to respond immediately, for fear of risking a whole day's worth of cold shoulder

It wasn't as though he wanted her to call him nothing but pet names, but sometimes, he felt like he was getting cheated.

Raven entered the common room. Her teammates noticed her stormy countenance and kept silent, going about their business as though nothing was wrong. They knew better than to poke a sleeping bear.

Raven made her way over to the kitchen and filled her tea kettle in the sink. She fumed over her argument with Beast Boy. All she asked was that he paid closer attention to where he put his things, and he had lashed out at her. She was honestly more upset with the way he had responded rather than what had actually happened at this point.

Was he honestly acting defensive for leaving his worn laundry in Raven's room, something she had asked him to try and prevent? And it wasn't like it was a pair of jeans or a shirt, this was the single most personal article of clothing one could wear, as well as the dirtiest.

And what was this nonsense about never showing him any affection? Hadn't the two of them spent most of last night curled up together on the couch? Raven knew that she wasn't an expert at giving or showing affection, but she had been trying her hardest.

"I guess it isn't good enough, then." She said in a barely audible whisper. She brought her kettle onto the stove, the *thunk* making Starfire jump.

"Sorry…" she grumbled, switching the stove on.

"Friend, I…" The Tamaranian bit her tongue. Even though Starfire was probably the most brave when it came to consoling Raven during her emotional spouts, she also recognized the danger signs. Her hood pulled over her eyebrows, check. Entering a room without looking at anyone, check. Being rough or clumsy with everyday items, check. A glare fierce enough to frighten a statue? Triple check.

"Leave me alone, it's nothing." Raven replied, not making eye contact.

Starfire, against her better judgment, continued.

"Friend Raven, whenever you say that, there is always something. What irritates you so?"

Raven looked up, staring straight ahead, before turning to look at her friend.

"Not. Now." She growled, over-enunciating to make sure she wouldn't have to repeat herself.

Starfire turned to look at the boys, Robin swiping his fingers over his throat and shaking his head 'no'. With a final glance towards Raven, Starfire backed away.

The sorceress attempted to expel some of the frustration inside by taking a deep breath, and reached for her teabags. It was already too late when she discovered that the hand she placed on the counter for balance was too close to the hot stove, her pinky finger touching one of the burners.

She gasped, retracting immediately when she felt the needle of pain sear the print of her finger.

"Damn!"

Immediately, a butter knife left in the sink to soak sprung from the water, rocketing upwards and embedding itself in the ceiling. Her teammates snapped to attention and turned to look at her.

Raven, now feeling a hot wash of shame to compliment her burn, teleported away without a word. Now in the hall, she put her singed finger to her lips and sucked on the burn, cursing herself for her inattentiveness. Now she had to waste her time healing this stupid mistake.

"Raven."

She turned to find her irate boyfriend standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed.

"You done sulking now?" he inquired, his tone like the edge of a razor. Raven glowered at him and said nothing, retreating into her room and attempting to close the door. Beast Boy, however, beat her to it, catching it with an outstretched hand and forcing it open again.

"Oh, no you don't! You and I, we've got some kinks to iron out!"

Raven whirled about, her anger gushing out of its restraints. The artifacts on her shelves began to quake.

"Uh oh."

Hovering an inch off of the ground, Raven glided with breakneck speed until she was micrometers from her boyfriend's face. Baring her teeth as her second set of eyes appeared on her forehead, she grabbed a handful of Beast Boy's shirt and hoisted him into the air.

"Get out! NOW!"

The roar of a demon echoed in Raven's command as she threw her boyfriend into the wall. Beast Boy protected his face with both arms as he expected the worst, and only heard the sound of the door slam.

He peered over his barrier, a frown replacing the horror on his face. He knew further provocation meant instant death, but he wasn't about to let this go. He was going to tell Raven what he felt, even if it meant aggravating her dangerous temper. She could threaten him all he wanted.

He didn't realize that the rest of the team had appeared in the entryway of the common room, Cyborg raising an eyebrow.

"I'm gonna go ahead and guess you two don't want breakfast together this morning?"

*Whose side do you take? Again, sorry for the lateness of this, hopefully I won't be as distracted by other crap for the next chapter. Thanks again for your patience!*