Hey guys!

It's finally here, the final chapter of "Game Content"! After two laptops died on me, I changed houses and went to Florida to see the grandparents, this story is finally complete! Part of me doesn't want to see these versions of the characters go, so watch out for the future as I'm going to be posting some one-shots of the Titans in this same sort of universe!

As always I want to thank every viewer, commentor, reader and supporter of this story. It was long and crazy but I loved making it and I love all of you! Thanks for sticking by me through all the waiting and the forming of plots and development. You all kept me going and I'll never forget that.

Without further ado, the epilogue to "Game Content!

-Song

Cyborg brooded in the sick bay. He sighed over his friends' forms, ones that he had removed from the sticky couch and laid out gently over some cots in the quiet, beeping room. Starfire had long gone off to deal with a minimal bank heist in Jump City. He tried to go with her but she had insisted that he was better at keeping an eye on their friends' health than she was, and she preferred to "remove steam" from her system.

He'd regrettably agreed and let her go, but warning her that he would be keeping an eye on her in case something went awry. She didn't know what 'awry' meant, but through context clues she got the gist and just nodded, flying out the sick bay window and disappearing into the distant skyscrapers. Now that she knew that it was possible to return from that universe upon 'death', her concern had relaxed a little bit and allowed her to work. Cyborg, on the other hand, was not so sure. Just because they 'died' earlier in the game and came back, didn't mean that losing the game would have the same result. Cyborg's hands shook as he sat there. He was wrought with guilt.

"I'm so sorry…" He whispered into the quiet beeping room. "It's my fault, I messed up." Had he not taken the game seriously enough? Could he have done the math a little better? Cyborg knew that there was no way he, the tank of the team, would have made it against a stealth/assassin character like the lion he'd fought, but part of him wanted to blame himself, rather than the game mechanics. Part of him needed someone to blame, even if it was him.

He sighed a little louder, choking a little bit on his own sorrows. The beeping was starting to get to him, and just as he jumped up from the chair, knocking it over in frustration and anger, he heard it.

"Shh…" Beast Boy hissed from his bed. "Headache…"

Cyborg stood over his knocked over the chair in incredulity. He choked on some words that would have been expletives if he'd gotten them out, but instead he cleared his throat and smiled. They were okay, they were fine!

They were finally back home with him. "Oh, sorry, dude."

Filled to the brim with relief, he quietly checked everyone's vitals, especially Raven's, and then tried to wake her. She was burning up, sweating horribly and had a dry mouth like the Sahara Desert, but her eyes cracked open to stare at her second big brother and shed a few tears of discomfort and sickness. His heart broke for her, and he bent down and pet her hair gently.

"You're okay now, I promise." He assured her. She swallowed thickly and tried to nod but her head felt like it was made of pressurized air. Cyborg suggested she drink some water and get some more sleep, helping her take a few sips from a sterile cup and then readjust her heavy head.

Cyborg left the sick bay. When the door closed behind him he leaned against it and placed a hand over his face. They weren't shaking anymore, but instead, his whole body now shook with quiet sobs of relief.

...

"You're doing it wrong." Robin smiled over Beast Boy's shoulder.

Beast Boy growled in frustration. "No I'm not!" He struggled a little bit more with the fabric before giving up and letting Robin take over. "I just wanted it to be nice…"

Robin chuckled and showed Beast Boy how to properly sew something together. "It will be." He assured his friend. Robin then raised himself gingerly from his seat-still sore from earlier-and went to join Starfire outside for some real sunshine.

Beast Boy snapped the thread in between his teeth and started over, using the technique Robin had showed him. While it wasn't perfect, like the Boy Wonder's, it would do for what he was trying to accomplish.

What was he trying to accomplish?

It was an indigo and black blanket that had in its very center a dash of red fabric. It was supposed to be warm and cozy, representing Raven and to be used during her recovery. He could already foresee her scoffing at it and rolling her eyes, but he was determined to finish it and present it to her anyway.

Cyborg sat across from him and pushed cereal around in his bowl, never taking his eyes from his friend. His scrutinizing eyes. "So...how's it goin'?" He poked.

Beast Boy shot him a look. "Stop."

"What?"

"Stop... I don't know, making that face at me." Beast Boy jabbed himself with the needle on accident and yipped like a puppy. "See what you made me do?!"

Cyborg 'pfft' and kept pushing the cereal around, this time focusing down at it. It was soggy and purple by now from the marshmellows. He just wasn't as interested in the food as he was in his friend's emotional state right now.

"You're not even eating it." Beast Boy hissed. "It's starting to get irritating, dude."

"Tell me what this is about." Cyborg pointed his spoon at the blanket.

Beast Boy threw the blanket and needle down. "It's just a blanket!"

Cyborg wasn't convinced. Ever since they'd woken up from their nightmare-game, Beast Boy had been secretly (or not-so-secretly) pacing the recovery ward of the Tower, sleeping less and working on this weird home-sewn project for Raven. A project that was nearing completion until Robin suggested he start over from his last checkpoint. Now that he was doing it properly, it was starting to actually look like one. The beginning of it was trash, but the middle and end were shaping up well.

Still, the symbolism of the project was, well, very heartfelt. A little too-much-so for his green friend's usual displays of affection (which were a lot more annoying).

"Is it?"

"No!" Beast Boy stood up, accidentally knocking over the chair. He cringed at the noise and blushed, embarrassed. "N-no, it's not - I…"

The spoon was set gently down on the table, dribbling milk on the surface. In concern, and a little more irritation, Beast Boy inched his blanket safely away from the spoon and bowl.

"Dude, I didn't realize-."

"No, it's okay I just…" Beast Boy righted the chair but didn't sit down. "I just have a lot happening right now." He gestured to his whole body.

Cyborg gave him a suspicious look.

"No! Not that kind of 'happening'!" Beast Boy blushed and sat down. "I meant more like my...chest happenings."

"You mean 'heart' happenings?"

"Shut up, man." Beast Boy rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the beatings in his chest. "No it's, I mean maybe it's…Just stuff."

Cyborg cleared his throat. He didn't see any of this coming. He'd just worried that maybe his friend was going a little overboard and that he'd have to reassure him that Raven would be fine and wasn't dying or anything. Now he was thinking that it was a whole lot more. Suddenly he wasn't sure he wanted to push Beast Boy into talking about it, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"So...this stuff?" He smirked, thinking he was getting the picture by Beast Boy's expressions.

Beast Boy shook his head. "Forget it."

Cyborg squinted at him, making Beast Boy squirm. Finally, the metal Titan shrugged. "Man, you can't just bury this six feet deep and tell me to forget about it! Honestly, I thought that when this day finally came again, I'd be the first guy you'd talk to. I'm kinda hurt."

Beast Boy put his head in his hands and groaned. "What day? What are you talking about?"

Cyborg smiled and picked up the bowl and spoon, rising quietly from his chair. "The day you fell in love again."

Beast Boy's head whipped up and he watched Cyborg walk away with incredulity. Love?

The sound of rushing water and a bowl being washed echoed in Beast Boy's ears as he stared into space. He'd been in love once.

Tara… He thought to himself.

Definitely, at one time did he feel those things that he'd only read about in manga comics and played out in video games, but he'd never thought those feelings would...well, feel like they'd had. With Tara it was fun and spontaneous! It had been heart-pounding and enticing, like a livewire in a puddle. Electrifying; exciting!

But, now that he thought about it, it was all puppy love. This didn't feel anything like that.

What Cyborg was passing off as the same kind of 'love' he'd felt before for Tara was nothing like what he was feeling now. What he was mostly feeling was concern. Something deep down in his body was practically attached to Raven's lifeless form right now as it lay broken and ill. He needed to help her, in any way that he could. He needed to be near her, and matter to her. He wanted her to depend on him, and wanted her to need to be near him, too. Most of all, he wanted to make her happy.

Which is why he was currently pricking his fingers into complete uselessness for this blanket. For her.

He picked at his hands and the little bits of skin that were peeling from the needle bites. He guessed that he felt love for all the members of his team. Starfire was like his big sister, Cyborg was his best friend of all time and Robin his inspiration, someone to look up to. Raven was…

That's just it… I don't know anymore.

She used to be this uncertainty in his life. All through those early years, he thought that he constantly needed to impress her and to gain her favor. He truly felt like she hated him or at best tolerated him. Every day it hurt more and more that they were nothing more to each other but people who worked together.

Maybe because of this he'd over-compensated a bit by being the most obnoxious thing that ever came her way, and yeah when she refused to hang out with him every single time he asked, Beast Boy would get a little defensive. He remembered the time they first had to deal with Malchior, calling her "creepy" of all things, except that she was anything but. It was just a way to wound her after all the times he'd gone out on a limb to approach her and she'd shot him down. He'd instantly regretted it for years. Then she'd gone through all she'd had with her father and he'd realized that no matter what they were to each other, to him she was still family. The one that was always making jokes and teasing you incessantly, but was still family.

He was tired of approaching her with no progress, yeah, when he gave her his lucky penny and a smile, he'd decided that he'd never give up on their relationship. That's what you do for family.

The crazy thing was, it worked.

Once Trigon was gone, she'd become someone completely different. Blue may still have been her favorite color and she still thought Beast Boy wasn't funny, but she'd changed. In Beast Boy's opinion, for the better. Without having to harness all her energy to not feel everyone's feelings, she'd let more of her own out. Her teasing was more loving, her actions more caring. She'd even gone out with Starfire once a month to the mall, and then once a week. She'd started braiding Star's hair absently while she levitated a book to read, and she'd played chess with Robin on rainy days. For some reason she liked working with Cyborg's car, messing with mechanical books and getting oily and dirty whenever he was out there. It started over something to do with helping him on a private "car mission" that the both of them had never seemed to fully explain. She was even in the process of building her own parts! For what? He had no idea, but it was a way for her and Cyborg to bond.

Through all these changes Beast Boy was overjoyed to see her in a whole new light, free from her destiny and her father. Free from pushing everything down into the deep darkness to squash her demonic powers. Free from being unfeeling.

The only thing that made him sad was that they still hadn't really bonded. And Beast Boy had tried everything. Video games, anime, food, flavors of gum, one-time camping (she did not like that one, but neither did the rest of the team), sports and finally movies!

The night before she'd gotten sick, before they'd been sucked into the game he'd been ecstatic that she'd stayed for the movie. He'd asked her if she liked it, maybe one too many times, hoping she'd get into the specifics of the plot or direction or dialogue, but she'd been tired and brushed him off again. The board game he brought home from the craft's market was his last chance at finding something in common with her, and she'd seemed to like it. Until, of course, it was hijacked by her worst nightmare.

Why don't we have a thing? He wondered, sadly. Just because he desperately wanted to bond with her, didn't make it love. Right?

Beast Boy finally came back to his senses when Cyborg resumed his seat across from him at the table. The metal Titan looked alarmed.

"Whoa, dude, I didn't mean to make you quit your project, I was only teasing." He apologized.

"No, no. I just spaced a little, is all…" Beast Boy replied, sounding just as spacey as he appeared. He quickly went back to sewing, finally making real progress and finishing up the ending with some grace. Cyborg was relieved that Beast Boy was considering his feelings, rather than learn that he'd broken his friend's brain.

"Phew, okay." Cyborg tapped the table urgently. "Then you'd better get going on this. My arm scanner keeps beeping at me. Raven's waking up."

Raven's waking up.

Raven. Waking. UP.

When Beast Boy's heart started doing it's little thing again he couldn't help but blush, thinking that Cyborg could hear it and then presume that he'd won the argument about 'love' (blech).

"That's good!" He said instead, with a little too much enthusiasm. "I'm literally almost finished." He commented.

Yeah, the blanket was terrible looking, and yes he'd used too thick a material so it might suffocate her, but it was soft and fluffy and Beast Boy was immensely proud.

If his annual last-minute Christmas presents were any proof, the green Titan was a full believer in "it's the thought that counts".

He tied off the stitching, snapped the last thread with his fangs and headed out the sliding doors of the living room toward the recovery ward and, of course, Raven.

…

Raven had never been so sick in her entire life. She tried not to dwell on it while she lay there, staring up at a cold, concrete ceiling, but happy thoughts were difficult to come by right now. She mostly got hers from a close proximity to Starfire, and without that energy to entertain her, she was afraid she'd have to come up with some on her own.

Raven tried not to think about the game. Not the castle, not the room, not Malchior; nothing. Yet, there was a part of her that wanted to relive some of the less horrific details. Malchior hadn't apologized for what he'd done to her in the past, but he'd tried to justify it, giving her a glimpse into what and who he truly was. A man from the past, desperately trying to understand the present. He was thrown into a future completely unlike his own world. He didn't know how to live in England now, now that there were no dragons like himself, no wizards to fight and plenty of superheroes preventing him from dominating the country. He'd sought solace in the dimensions around him where he could rebuild the world he'd lost. His castle, his gardens, but it wasn't enough. He'd needed company from someone he could relate to. Someone like Raven who'd read the tomes and knew the history, but she could never be what he wanted her to be. His friend.

Not after everything he'd done.

But now, hopefully, after everything had come to pass, they could be at peace. She, back where she truly belonged and he adrift somewhere in the ether.

She felt her eyes slip closed again, heavy from the need to rest, but her ears caught the small sound of the door to the ward slide open only an inch. She opened one lid to look into the green eyes of Beast Boy who seemed reluctant to enter now that he'd disturbed her.

"Oh. Uh, Cyborg said you'd be awake. I can come back?" He shuffled his feet outside the door.

No, don't leave. I need someone right now. "Stay," she whispered hoarsely. "It's...lonely."

Beast Boy's emotions shot toward 'concern'. Raven felt both attacked and comforted by them. "It is? Oh, okay." He pulled the door open the whole way and then gently shut it behind him. He shuffled quietly toward a living chair that had been placed by Raven's side a while ago and sat down, holding in his lap what looked like a mountain of old, dark towels.

"What is that?" She gestured at the mound, her eyes forming a confusing picture. Beast Boy blushed, she saw.

"This? Oh, just something I've been working on...well actually it's finished now, but I wanted to show you. Uh, well give it to you?" He blinked down at the present in his lap and deeply regretted it now. He should have put more effort into it, given it more time, but it was too late.

She saw it, it was time.

He gently placed it next to her arm, and Raven with the most reluctance sat up to receive the gift. She felt her brain pounding in her skull and her eyes watered with the strain. She unfolded the dark towels and realized that it was actually a quilt of some thick fabric. It had black and indigo patches with a bright red diamond pattern in the middle. It was rough-looking and a little pathetic, but she cried.

It was supposed to be her. Not just a gift to her, but her. Raven, the way that Beast Boy saw her. She couldn't stop now that she'd begun. It was very unlike her, but they were quiet tears that dripped gently down her cheeks.

Beast Boy was alarmed. "Raven!? No! I'm sorry, I know it sucks! Robin told me I was doing it wrong but I was too stubborn to listen, I'm sorry!" He waved his arms like a madman and gently attempted to take the quilt away from her but she yanked it back and buried her face into it.

"No," She whispered so low he could hardly hear her. "It's mine, don't take it. I want it." Her eyes barely cleared the surface of the fabric but they pierced into his heart.

His heart and throat were filling with emotions, both from happiness that she'd not only accepted his gift but wanted to keep it for real, and from something else. "How are you?" He croaked out."You don't look too good."

She scoffed and wiped at her eyes. "I'm better, thank you." She felt his emotions like a gentle, if not suffocating, wave over her. She could tell there was nervousness, concern, awkwardness and something deep and powerful that she'd never felt before. At least, not when directed towards herself. She sighed and added, "This should help me get some sleep. Although, I'll probably need to get rid of the blankets I have now so I don't die from the heat."

Without hesitating she pulled every blanket she had off of her and threw them unceremoniously on the floor, wincing with the effort and, once that was done, draped the new one over her legs. She caught her breath underneath the heavy fabric and propped up the pillows on her own. It occurred to Beast Boy that he should have already offered to help her with all of this, to prevent her from straining herself, but was too flabbergasted and full of unbridled joy that not only had she accepted his gift, wanted it, but replaced all the blankets she'd had with just his.

She stared at him just as awkwardly from the pillows and sighed. "So. What have I missed?"

Beast Boy didn't even know what to say but began talking nonstop anyway. He realized that it was all drabble, giving Raven every little detail of what they were doing every day, but he kept going because she never stopped him. She never told him to "shut up" or "okay, that's enough, thanks you freaking weirdo", so he kept talking. Finally, she lolled back in her pillows and fell asleep to the sound of Beast Boy's voice, and he stayed with her in the living chair for a long, long time.

…

Raven's first day of training since her illness was about to begin. She shuffled a little on the grass and watched Starfire pound the heck out of some drones. Robin had once told Raven that most of the equipment was built by Cyborg, rather than provided to them by the city, so she cringed a little bit for her friend. She cringed a little bit for herself, too, since those drones looked pretty tough, even for Starfire's caliber. But, the alien princess moved some hair to the side and gut-punched the largest one, sending it flying and broken onto the beach.

"Victory!" She cried, laughing and flying in happy swirls. Robin shamelessly cheered her on and planted a kiss on her cheek when she floated down to them. Raven smiled at her, and Starfire wished her good luck in Tamaranean.

Beast Boy watched from the sidelines as Raven took her stance, her palms out, ready to take on anything. He gulped but had faith, knowing that she would be able to sense any doubts from his emotions. He stayed strong for her and made sure she felt nothing but confidence.

"Okay, Raven." Robin called out. "We'll start slow."

She nodded, thinking that she was sure she could handle anything...but that maybe she would trust Robin on this one.

Sometimes emotions can seem sentient all on their own, taking form without any provocation. Since Raven's powers had a firm hold on emotions, they themselves would almost seem sentient. If they were, they were happy to see her.

Raven began working through easy exercises: shoot this, levitate that, dodge this, fly here, etcetera, and all the while her powers were practically giddy with the exercise. They felt great, alive. Raven smirked with confidence as she fed off of Beast Boy's 'strong thoughts' that he was clearly trying to send her. She sliced through a massive drone in a millisecond and watched with overwhelming relief as it fell.

She was going to be fine. For real this time.

"Yeah, Raven!" Beast Boy cheered from the sidelines. Raven felt herself beam back at him, only to be whipped on the shoulder by a rogue flying disk.

"Ah!" She hissed, hitting the ground and holding her shoulder. Immediately Beast Boy was next to her.

"Whoa! Raven, you okay?" He asked.

She hissed a little more through her teeth before regaining a stoic face. Impassively she looked at him with a dead expression. "Fine. Thanks."

He was taken aback by the 'monotone-type' answer and was a little worried she was reverting a little too far back into her old "Raven Self".

Then she winked.

He laughed and hugged her. She rolled her eyes. "It actually does sting, so be careful." She pointed out.

"Right! Right, sorry." He shrugged and rubbed the back of his head. "My bad."

She reassured him with a nod and then Robin declared training for Raven over.

"Alright, Beast Boy, you're up." He smirked.

"Please." Beast Boy boasted. "I've got this in the bag."

Raven and Starfire sat on the grassy sidelines to watch. Raven was both surprised and not surprised because he actually did have it in the bag. Sure, he skidded on a muddy patch and had to recover with an awkward backflip that didn't end well, but he was doing great.

Finally, the training session was coming to a close, and so was the afternoon.

"Pizza anyone?" Cyborg made it sound like a question, but it didn't seem like one.

"Movie night?" Beast Boy added.

Starfire and Robin glanced at each other awkwardly. "Actually, we were thinking of taking some time to ourselves?" Robin offered. 'We'll catch you guys in the morning for breakfast."

Cyborg watched them go. "Ew. Well, pizza for three, then?" He turned, beaming. Beast Boy nodded enthusiastically.

"I'm totally down, dude. But only if we can have a movie night, too!"

"We just had one." Cyborg pointed out.

Beast Boy shuffled over to the kitchen cabinets and rummaged for popcorn. "That was way too long ago, considering all that we'd gone through." He shot back, playfully. He was determined to get his movie night one way or another.

Raven looked back and forth between the two of them, honestly trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation. All she wanted was to snuggle up in her dark room and sleep the whole night and maybe some of the day away. Instead, she succumbed to Beast Boy's 'puppy face' and told them she would be right back after she changed. She returned in a comfy black hoodie with leggings and the blanket he'd sewn for her. He seemed pleased when they all settled down on the couch to watch.

The evening ended unexpectedly.

Cyborg had actually drifted off halfway through the movie. Raven blamed it on the mystery-thriller theme, especially when Cyborg was more interested in action and adventure. Robin would have liked this movie. Solving clues, catching and running from bad guys, getting the girl (of course) as per usual, but he and Starfire were reveling in one another's company and Raven smiled at the thought. She loved how happy they were, although she didn't need to see the PDA when they were too happy.

What surprised her the most, though, was that Beast Boy wasn't interested in the movie either. He shuffled and fidgeted, his eyes glazing over and glancing around the living room. He munched popcorn loudly and sighed once in a while.

"Alright, that's it." She whispered so Cyborg wouldn't wake up. "Movie night was your idea, so sit still and enjoy it."

He looked startled by her statement and sheepish. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be annoying."

It wasn't what he said, rather the way he said it that made her reach out and touch his shoulder. "No, you're not." Raven looked away from his expression that grew from sheepish to startled and finally embarrassed. "I guess it was me trying to say, 'what's wrong, Beast Boy?'." She finished, not taking her hand away.

He reached up and took her wrist in his own hand. It was surprising to her, mostly because she'd known he'd grown taller and was a lot bigger than when they first began the Teen Titans, but feeling him hold her little wrist like that made it even more clear. Beast Boy ran light circles over it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry." He finally said.

She rolled her eyes. "I told you, it's fine just stop fidgeting."

"No," He continued, pulling on her wrist to get her to look at him. "I'm sorry about everything that had happened. The game, Malchior, all of it."

Oh, She thought. "What's done is done. I'm alright..."

"But you weren't. Maybe you are now, but seeing you like that..." Beast Boy's ears drooped. "It was really hard for all of us. For me, actually."

She finally looked at him. "I'm sorry you went through that, then." Raven didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure what he was saying, especially since his emotions were like a torrential rainstorm pouring over her, trying to get her to see them. To see him, truly.

"Raven, no. You went through it. Again! You should never have had to battle him alone, and yeah we helped, but the whole time you were sick and alone..." He tried really hard not to pull her wrist closer, to hold it to his face, his chest, his heart. "I was so worried."

"You were." It wasn't a question.

He took it as one. "Of course! Raven, you..." Cyborg stirred a little but kept sleeping. Beast Boy lowered his voice. "You mean a lot to me."

Raven felt wary and hoped that her body language wouldn't give him the impression that she was trying to get away from him, even though she was. Her senses were warning her that this was going to take a turn, that maybe they'd never come back from this conversation. She felt his emotions calm and become more concrete, more resolute.

Raven held her breath.

"I...care about you."

She tried to interrupt him. "I know you do, I care about you too, but-"

He pulled her into a silencing embrace, his chin on her forehead. She was now extra aware of how much bigger he was now. So tall, muscular. He smells good.

"No, I mean, yes I know you do, it's just..." Beast Boy couldn't describe it. It was killing Raven because she knew he didn't have to. She'd felt these feelings before by just watching Robin and Starfire be together. Like a few days earlier in the sick bay when she had noticed them, they were familiar, just never had they been directed toward herself before.

She decided to give him the chance to say it. Knowing and interrupting him would only hurt him, and when he did say it she would shut it down. She had to, he was her friend.

"Raven, I think I like you. A lot, I... I just feel so...different. Than usual. You know?" His chin was still resting against her forehead and he could smell her hair. It was such a strong, attracting scent. He guessed some sort of honeycomb and lavender. Beast Boy had never cared this much about her smell until this moment, and in his embarrassed state, all he wanted was for time to stop so he could sniff at her hair in peace. Instead, she pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes.

Because she was wrong. He wasn't her friend, he was more. She'd felt it when she was alone with Malchior and watching from afar. When Beast Boy had proven himself again and again. When he'd fought for her in the end, nearly killing himself. When she woke up she thought it was the fever, that it couldn't possibly have been anything more. Just a fever, just the game. When his feelings poured over her, she couldn't find her own and was convinced it was all him. It couldn't be her, absolutely not.

No way.

Oh, but it was. Her heart was pounding in her chest, not from fear. Her hands shook by her side, wanting to touch him. He looked so serious, it bothered her. All she desperately wanted in that moment was for him to smile. To laugh. To call her 'dude' and then throw something at her to get her riled up. Her cheeks were warm and her body was warmer. Stronger than ever her emotions screamed to be heard, to be satisfied. Don't bury us, they whispered. You're safe here. Safe from us and safe with him.

They were right.

"Me, too." Was all she said back.

It wasn't what she'd said, Beast Boy felt, but the way she said it that made him kiss her.

It was oh, so gentle. A little brush against her mouth that tasted sweet like green tea and starry nights. He felt his nose linger there, breathing her in so seductively that she kissed him back, also gently, barely to be considered a real kiss. Just something that helped them show each other what they were feeling. Something easy, something safe.

When they pulled back, Raven knew she was right. They'd never come back from this, everything had changed, but where they went from here wouldn't be scary or tortured. It would be slow, and well-discussed while they respected each other's feelings and figured out their own.

Beast Boy smiled now, making her heart sing. "Oh, good." He leaned in and whispered, "You taste good." before nipping her earlobe. He learned with a sucker punch to the gut that he'd gone a little too far, too fast, and he pulled back.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He laughed between gasps of pain.

Cyborg woke up, startled. "Wha? Is it over?"

Raven draped her new blanket over her legs and Beast Boy's, nonchalantly leaning toward him and hissed, "No, shut up I can't hear it."

Beast Boy giggled at her deadpan expression and Cyborg's confusion, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and winking at his best friend. More confused than ever, but sensing something that made him uncomfortable, the metal Titan got up, stretched and declared the movie too boring to continue. He ruffled Raven's hair as he left, and laughed to himself all the way to his room.

Raven sighed contentedly as the credits rolled a short time later. "So."

"So?"

She shrugged. "Wanna hang out tomorrow?"

"Just you and me?" He blinked in surprise.

"Mhm."

Beaming, Beast Boy pulled her close under the horribly suffocating blanket and answered, "Yeah, dude."

There it is! I hope the wait wasn't too long. Thank you all so so much, from the bottom of my heart for staying with me through this!

P.S. If you guys would like to see some one-shots about Beast Boy trying to show Raven video games, anime, food, flavors of gum, camping and sports, let me know in the comments! (I was thinking I would anyway)

Thanks for a great year of Teen Titans and . I love you all!

-Song