Hello everyone.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: CHAPTER FIVE HAS BEEN REDONE, GO BACK AND READ IT UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE HORRIDLY CONFUSED.

So, I'm really sorry everyone for many things. Number one, for taking so damn long to update. It is partly due to my burned hand and so I would like to give a personal shout out to my friend Vanessa who has agreed to be my typing slave until my hand is better.

Mostly I want to apologize for the quality of the work that you are about to read. I had to post this quickly or else I would have ended up deleting it too. I just need to get this out of my system. I'm not very good at writing fluff, so I want to apologize very, VERY much for this.

And finally while I still have your attention. I have an extremely ambitious collaboration project for a Harry Potter story and I wish to have a few betas for it, if anyone is willing. You wouldn't have any work to do for quite awhile, but I do need someone that would be willing to be brutally honest with me.

I swear that I am working on the review replies.

Any-way I'm sorry again about this.

Title:

Interlude and Finale

Quote:

"How measurable is the outcome you seek to predict? Will it be clear if it happens or does not happen?"

-Gavin DeBecker "The Gift of Fear"

Disclaimer: Not mine

Warning: All-around suckiness and drinks for all.

Beast Boy had been sleeping peacefully up until this point. But a sudden sharp pain tightly gripped his stomach and he knew that he couldn't go back to sleep.

He sat trying to decide if the pain that he felt was hunger, or if the pain that he felt had something to do with vomiting. Finally he decided on the former, and got up to find something in the refrigerator.

Beast Boy was actually the luckiest when it came to the contents of the infamous and rather unpredictable fridge. Most of the things that were not consumed within fifteen hours of being inside of the fridge were usually never consumed, and instead became an attraction for all sorts of nasty and brightly colored mold.

But this was, in fact, something of a plus for Beast Boy. Some of the animals that he could become lived off of this sort of diet.

He walked sleepily towards the kitchen, wearing too small rocket pajamas, trying to dry the large quantity of drool that was adhering to the side of his face.

It was a sudden noise that alerted him to the fact that kitchen was not unoccupied. There was a soft crying.

Robin woke up feeling misplaced once again. Where was he this time? There were tiles beneath him, so he was either in the bathroom, the entry way, or the kitch-

He was in the kitchen with Raven. The memory became crystal clear at the very same time that he realized that Raven was still in his arms.

But she was twisting around, sharp expressions flinching over her face. Her normallydark voice was replaced by a light whimper. A sharp cry of pain fought it's way out of her throat and Robin felt her muscles tense under his hands.

She was dreaming again. Another nightmare. Robin let his knees support her shoulders while he grabbed her head in his hands, bringing their faces close together.

"Raven..." he whispered struggling not to wake her.

Every time a nightmare occurred she would always wake up in a panic, frightened. If only he could calm her before she woke, if he could get her through this, then maybe she could sleep, maybe he could actually help her, instead of continuously frightening her.

He lowered his head so that his mouth was next to her ear, "Raven, it's a dream."

She didn't seem to hear him at all. Her breath stuck in her throat and she struggled to swallow as the twitching got worse.

Robin stared at her, and he considered taking her nightmare again. But...that hadn't worked. If anything it made her feel worse by making her feel more guilty.

Raven's hands were tightly clenched, her nails digging into her skin, and tears rolling down her face. Robin used his own hands to open her grip and wrap her own small hands around his larger ones.

What if...What if he tried it the other way around? Instead of him taking her nightmares, what if he tried to give her his calmness?

His mind flashed again to the image burned into his memory, and he switched the positions. He put one of his hands to her chest, above her heart, and then struggled to raise her hands to his temples.

He ended up having to lean in close enough that their noses touched, but managed to prop her hands up in the right position. But...what about the magic? She had initiated the magic last time, he couldn't do anything.

His fingers curled against her chest, the skin above her heart, and he let his forehead rest on hers. Raven's skin was becoming colder by the moment and he knew that she was going to enter shock...again. He couldn't do a damn thing to help her.

He closed his eyes and breathed out. Raven's eyes suddenly flew open and she gasped in a breath of air and the very action caused her mouth to move upwards and their lips to meet.

Robin's eyes flew open at the sudden kiss at the same time his hand fell flat above her heart again and her hands gripped the sides of his head. A spark seemed to flare between them and Robin felt a rush of magic fly between the two as their minds joined together and Raven entered his mind.

This time there were no images, and no assault of overbearing, overpowering emotions. Instead there was just this warmth that seemed to overtake her and soothe her. The grip of her fear and her panic simply melted off and she felt the same sensation that she got from being healed.

Robin felt it too. The concern, the feeling, the warmth, the goodness, the love that he felt mixed together in his own head. It felt as though all of the bad things that haunted him left, and instead it was all of things that he felt for Raven that emerged.

The wash of his own consciousness began to slowly dissipate and his awareness of reality came back. His mouth was still pressed against hers, his hand was on her chest, though her hands had fallen away. She was still asleep.

Robin broke their contact with lips, but he kept his head bent over hers, and took stock of the situation. Her skin had warmed considerably, warmer than usual, but not enough to be dangerous.

Her face was peaceful, her breathing was full and deep.

Her nightmare was gone.

Robin glanced up and noticed that early morning light was beginning to enter the large glass windows. Morning was coming and who knew when someone would enter the kitchen? Robin had promised Raven that they would leave before anyone found them.

He gathered her in his arms and took her over to her room, where she would be able to sleep peacefully. He stood outside of Raven's door for a moment and then decided that he also deserved a break now and then, and he headed back towards his room.

Beast Boy changed from a fly back into a human. Part of him felt triumphant. He had caught them! He had caught them red handed. There was no way that they could deny this, he had even witnessed them kissing!

But another part of him felt...he didn't quite know what to call it. Guilty? Understanding?

Robin and Raven hadn't exactly been...romantic. What he saw had been almost painful to see and it just didn't bode well with his theories.

Beast Boy scratched his head thoughtfully.

"I need to ask someone about this," he finally muttered to himself, "Someone smart. Someone who could never be mad at me no matter what."

Cyborg had been sleeping quite peacefully and happily in his big bed. He had stayed up late the night before and so he was happy for the rest that he was getting now.

Except for that annoying dream.

"Cyyy-booooorg," a voice sang in his dream.

"Meh-" he mumbled back at it.

"Cyy-boorg," the voice sang a bit louder this time.

Cyborg turned over, trying to get a bit more dozing in.

"CYBORG!" the voice finally yelled as a hand slapped across his face.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Cyborg yelled back as he jumped out of his bed tackling whatever it was that had been next to him.

He blinked until the shape came into focus below him. "Ah hell no," Cyborg moaned, "Beast Boy you better have a damn good explanation for this."

"Get of me!" Beast Boy demanded loudly, shaking his arms wildly, "Of course I have a good reason!"

Beast Boy stood up as soon as Cyborg let him go and dusted off his rocket shirt. "When have I ever bothered you needlessly?" he asked.

Cyborg tightened his fists in a strangling motion and leaned forward. "It is 4:27 in the morning Grass Stain! Don't mess with me!"

Beast Boy backed up worriedly. "I have some important questions that only you can answer!" he said quickly.

Cyborg lowered his hands and sighed. "What?"

"So..." BB began slowly, "Hypothetically speaking, let's say that I happened to walk into the," he made quotation marks with his hands, "'kitchen' and I happened to see Robin and Raven on the," quotation mark motions again, "'floor' and they happened to be...'sleeping.'"

Cyborg couldn't help it his attention was caught. "And?"

"And...Robin was 'holding' Raven. And let's say that she happened to be...freaking-"

"Wait what?" Cyborg interrupted, "Was he holding her down and she was-? Oh hell no!" Cyborg began to get up and walk towards the door.

Beast Boy latched himself onto Cyborg's arm and dug his feet into the ground. "Not like that Cyborg!" he said loudly.

Cyborg turned back to him frustrated, "Then what?"

"She was freaking out and he was trying to help her and he ended up kissing her, but then she was all okay and he took her to her room!" Beast Boy said in a rush, before he calmed down again, "Hypothetically speaking."

Cyborg stared at Beast Boy. "Beast Boy," he said calmly and evenly, "Everything is okay. Robin has been helping Raven with her nightmares. He likes to help her and she appreciates the help. The team is not otherwise affected. You, in particular, are not affected."

Beast Boy stared at Cyborg, "But what about the chart?"

"Your chart is a load of crap," Cyborg answered.

There was silence for a moment. "I see," Beast Boy said.

Cyborg spoke again in that same calm and measured voice, "Now you need to leave my room. And if you ever come in my room before ten o'clock again, then I will beat you into a bloody pulp."

Another silence. "I see."

Raven woke up disoriented, yet calm. She felt refreshed and alert and lazy. She stretched and glanced over at the clock and then did a double take. It was three in the afternoon.

Holy hell.

Raven went to the door and opened it to find herself face to face with Starfire, who happened to be taking a load of laundry to the laundry room. Both girls froze.

"Good mid-afternoon, friend Raven!" Starfire beamed.

"Uh, yeah, goodmorn- good afternoon Star," Raven returned running a hand over her rumpled hair, "Um, why did you guys let me sleep this long? Is everything okay?"

Starfire answered happily, "Friend Robin told us to leave you to the sleeping. I made some breakfast for you, however and I kept it beside the refrig!"

"It's refrigerator," Raven corrected automatically, "Or fridge, but not refrig."

"But I thought that I could simply say half and it would be fine," Starfire frowned.

"It's not one of those things that works like that," Raven answered.

Starfire resumed her happy expression, "Ah, I understand that."

She continued to fly away happily with her laundry, mostly purple and clashing pink, under her arm.

Robin was inside of his office updating files. Every time that he reread a file his meticulous mind would come up with another detail that it had recorded. Which explained why the updating was never finished. It had actually gotten to the point that no one other then Robin himself would read the files because they were so massive and detailed.

He was reworking his files on Dr. Light when a black area appeared on the wall beside him and continued to grow until Raven appeared. His emotions were battling for dominance as a reaction to the sight of her.

She settled into a chair beside the desk, her legs pulled up to her and her arms wrapped around them.

"Robin," she greeted.

He acknowledged the greeting with a nod of his head. They hadn't been this formal since their first year living together.

"Robin, why did I wake up in my bed?" Raven asked.

Robin stiffened, not expecting her to jump to the chase like that. "I suppose you woke up there because you slept there."

Raven's face hardened for a moment, but then it returned to it's first expression. "I fell asleep in the kitchen. How did I get to my bedroom?"

Robin sighed, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because you don't want to tell me. What's going on, Robin?" she asked.

Robin hesitated, "What do you remember?"

"I remember everything up until I fell asleep," Raven's pale cheeks blushed lightly, "And I fell asleep in the kitchen with you. But then I woke up in my bed, by myself."

"I woke up early, you didn't want anyone to see us so I took you to your bedroom and then went to bed in my own," Robin answered finally.

Raven raised her eyebrow, but remained silent for a moment. "And that's it?"

"Yes," Robin confirmed.

"Nothing else happened," Raven said.

"No," Robin agreed.

"So then why do I remember something else happening?" Raven questioned.

Robin struggled not to freeze, "Then why are you asking me about it, Rae?"

"It?" Raven pulled her cloak around her, "What does it refer to?"

Robin did freeze. What the hell? How did she- Dammit! He had been caught by one of his own tricks.

Raven watched his face closely and then sighed. "It's okay, Robin. You don't have to tell me a thing."

She held out her hand towards the wall which began to darken again.

"Wait!" Robin silently cursed himself, "I'll tell you what happened.

Raven let her hand drop and the wall began to fade back to it's regular color. She rested her chin above her knees

"I woke up because you were getting a nightmare and... um... moving. So I..." Robin struggled desperately to think of a way to phrase this so it wouldn't sound strange, "tried talking to you without waking you up, but it didn't seem to work, so I did a... reversal of when you let me experience your nightmare except I let you into my mind."

There. That hadn't sounded overly awkward.

"How did you do a reversal? You don't have empathy," Raven asked, her brow wrinkled with confusion.

Robin drew in a slightly nervous breath, though he didn't let it show, "I rearranged the hands, opposite of the way you did it last time. And, there we go..."

Raven frowned, "What aren't you telling me?"

"We, kinda, um..." Robin sighed, "Kissed."

Raven's cheeks instantly flooded with a brilliant blush, and her eyes widened. Robin leaned over the desk and rifled mindlessly through some papers. He wished with all of his might to be any-where, absolutely any-where than where he was.

Raven angrily forced the blush out of her cheeks, cursing herself for that display of emotion. "Oh," she said with a fake nonchalance, "That's all I wanted to know..."

She held up her hand towards the wall again, but couldn't focus enough to control her powers. Robin watched the movement, "Something wrong?" he asked.

"I can't use my magic when my emotions are going crazy," Raven snapped and then immediately regretted saying it.

Robin turned so he wasn't facing her, but she could feel the smirk on his face. She silently wished a curse on him, several hundred curses on him. "I'm going to kill you," she muttered.

"Oh, I know," he answered, and she could hear the smile as well.

Raven angrily walked towards the door and her hand was on the button when she stopped and turned around. "How did kissing help?" she asked.

The smirk dropped off Robin's face like a weight. "It sparked the magic somehow," he answered honestly.

Raven gave him a questioning glance and took a step closer. She opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but decided against it. Robin was looking right back at her, and Raven felt her anger inexplicably melt away. She reached forward and impulsively grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Thank you," she said, before turning and walking out of the room.

Beast Boy peeked around the corner once again to see Raven exactly where she had been for the past forty-five minutes. She was behind the door to the roof, meditating.

Beast Boy then changed into a dog and scurried along the hallway until he stopped in front of the training room and changed back into his normal form. He furtively glanced through the glass on the door.

Robin was still inside of the training room, going through a training simulation.

Beast Boy turned and walked slowly into the living room where he sat down on the sofa apart from Starfire who sat with a large amount of brightly colored yarn which she appeared to be knotting.

"Good evening friend Beast Boy!" Starfire said brightly, "Would you like to join me in the glorious game of Cat's of the Cradle?"

Beast Boy shook his head sadly. "No thanks, Star," he said, "I got some thinking to do."

Starfire nodded solemnly and continued to quietly knot and trap her fingers in the yarn. Beast Boy sighed loudly. Starfire glanced sideways at him, but then proceeded with her work. Beast Boy sighed again, louder this time. Starfire looked at him and opened her mouth, but then bit her lip and looked away. Beast Boy shifted his eyes to look at Starfire and then he sighed again, this time so loudly that it brought Cyborg in from the kitchen.

"What? What do you want BB?" Cyborg stopped to stare for a moment, "Starfire you're going to strangle yourself with that, what are you doing?"

"I am merely playing the game of Cat's of the Cradle," Star answered innocently, "Would you like to join?"

"Not the way you play," Cyborg answered under his breath.

Beast Boy watched the exchange annoyed before he did a cough sigh with a loud, "A-Hem!"

"What?" Cyborg repeated.

"Something weird is going on here," Beast Boy answered slowly, "It is suspiciously normal."

Cyborg stared at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Raven and Robin have spent the last few nights together, right?" Cyborg and Starfire nodded, "And now here we are. Robin is training, Raven is meditating, Cyborg, you are cooking, Starfire, you are doing something which once again demonstrates that you are not from earth and shows off your cuteness, and I am being my hilarious self. It's almost a scripted normal."

Cyborg squinted at Beast Boy before asking, "What were you expecting, an explosion?"

"Yes! I showed you my charts, and graphs! We talked about this, explosions should be happening!" Beast Boy explained.

"Perhaps your graphs were incorrect?" Starfire asked, now unable to gesture as her arms were bound together by the massive knot of yarn.

Beast Boy stared at her astonished, "Starfire, when have I ever been wrong?"

Starfire and Cyborg both stared back at him.

Cyborg finally gestured around, "BB, this is life at the Titan's Tower. This is what goes on. One relationship isn't going to change that. Besides you can't tell me that you didn't see it coming."

Beast Boy was silent for a moment watching as Cyborg headed back to the kitchen. Then he stood and called to Cyborg's retreating back, "I can tell you whatever I want!"

It was getting late, and Robin was mentally debating with himself. Raven wouldn't be able to sleep without him, he knew that. He was pretty sure that she knew that also. But...

Raven hesitated outside of the door, shifting the blanket that was slung over her shoulder. She had to be out of her mind. She reached out and knocked lightly on the door any-way.

Robin answered. He was in his pajamas, loose pants and a light shirt. He was about to say something when the sight of Raven in her pajamas and a blanket stopped him. Robin raised his eyebrow in a questioning expression.

Raven fought to keep the blush off of her face as she shrugged. "You know that we're going to end up sleeping together. I help you sleep, and you help me sleep Robin. But so far we have ended up sleeping in; the living room, my bedroom," she was ticking them off on her fingers, "the rooftop, the training room, and the kitchen."

The expression on Robin's face was now amused, "That leaves the evidence room, the office, the laundry room, and the garage...not counting the other's rooms."

Raven nodded, "And I refuse to sleep in any of those. So I figured that it was time your room was invaded."

The smile on Robin's face slowly faded as he gazed at her. She quirked one of her eyebrows, uncomfortable under his stare, "Well?"

"Come on in," he gestured her in.

So there you go. The ending to Insomniac. Nothing too dramatic. It wasn't supposed to be angsty. I may have struggled with that a bit, but you know how these things go...I'm assuming.

Well, now that you have finished reading this why don't you go and read something excellent? I have two suggestions for you.

Number One is the trilogy by Insanity 101. The stories are excellent. The characters are amazingly in character and wonderful all the way around. The name of the first part of the trilogy is Aftereffects and it can be found at:

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Number Two is Stupid Cupid by EmaniaHilel. It's her most current work (about) and it is simply wonderful. The address for that is:

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Any-way please go check those out they are simply amazing and completely worth it. I promise.