She came in the nighttime. It was a recent development; her visits. Beast Boy didn't want to mention it, afraid that it would stop. So he let it happen, beginning to expect it. Around two a.m., his door would slide open. He had always kept it unlocked. He would open one eye to peek, seeing her faint silhouette against the black backdrop of the hallway. She would drift across the floor, utterly silent. She'd stop next to his bed, looking down at him for a moment. He would silently thank whatever Gods there were for giving him the idea to start sleeping on the bottom of his bunk. Then, with no words, she'd slip into the covers next to him, snuggling her small body into the crook of his. In the morning, she'd be gone.

The first time this happened, Beast Boy was utterly terrified. He tried to say something, but all Raven had done was shush him. He never questioned it after that – it wasn't like it was a bad experience. She was surprisingly warm – what with her complexion Beast Boy assumed she was cold to the touch. Her hair smelled like lavender, and the ends tickled his nose. Raven was very still when she slept, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign that she was actually breathing.

She didn't mention it during the day, remaining her reclusive self. She barely looked at him. It started to irk him slightly. Why did she always want to keep him in the dark? It was annoying. He decided that he would ask her the next night she did it.

Like clockwork, she was there again at one a.m. She ghosted over to him, violet eyes glowing slightly in the darkness. He moved over, and she pulled herself under the covers, her back facing him. Beast Boy opened his mouth, suddenly unsure if he should say anything at all.

"I've been having nightmares," she murmured, answering his silent question. "I can't fall asleep if I'm by myself."

Beast Boy grunted, more questions blooming behind his lips. "But…why me?"

Raven gave a very small chuckle. Beast Boy's heart thumped slightly faster. "Process of elimination. Also, you're the warmest."

"….Do you want to talk about your dreams?"

"No," she answered, somewhat curtly. Beast Boy flushed.

"Sorry."

She sighed, relaxing her shoulders into his chest. "I apologize for snapping, Beast Boy. I'm tired."

"Okay," he whispered. He had a sudden urge to bury his nose in her hair, and shoved it down as fast as possible. Lord knew what weird ass feelings that would bring up, which Raven in turn would sense. He tried to clear his mind in order to fall asleep.

In the morning, she was gone again. Beast Boy woke up tangled in his sheets, drooling on the pillow. He hoped he hadn't drooled on Raven. But the spot next to him was cold – the empath was long-gone.

They went through the rest of the day without really speaking, as per usual. And at night, she'd come back again, her body curling into his. They never spoke about it. Beast Boy would just open his arms and fall back asleep, nose brushing the back of her neck. It became a pretty normal occurrence. So when Raven didn't show up one night, Beast Boy felt worried.

He slipped out of his bed, still wearing only his leopard-print boxers. The hallway was dark, and although Beast Boy could see just fine with his strong night vision, he wondered how Raven traipsed the hallway at night with nothing to guide her. He reached her door, nervousness suddenly overcoming him. Would this be an invasion of her privacy? But his worry pervaded. He tried the button to open the door. It wasn't locked.

The room was pitch black except for the sliver of moonlight fighting to get through closed curtains. There was a Raven shaped form on the bed. It stirred. Raven sat up. "Beast Boy?"

His face heated with embarrassment. "Hi Rae."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing one eye sleepily.

Beast Boy scratched the back of his head. "Um, well…" He laughed sheepishly. "You didn't come in."

Raven was quiet for a moment. This was never a good sign. "Sorry to bother ya, Rae," he said quietly, turning to go back through the door.

"Wait."

He turned back around, heart skipping in his chest.

"Will you stay?"

…

A/N – I bet you thought I was dead. Haha…nope.