Author's Note: K, so I know Teen Titans has been gone a long time. I also know that I ignored the last season and picked up immediately after The End. But the new Teen Titan's show kindled such a fiery, passionate hatred in my heart that I wrote some slightly outdated fanfiction.

Also...never posted here before. Some of my fics are on tumblr, but hey! First time for everything. :) Hope you like it...?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. If I did, Teen Titans Go! would not be a thing that existed in the universe.

She woke up screaming, just as she had the night before.

And the night before that.

And the night before that.

And every night since she had managed to expel him from earth. It was strange how volatile her emotions were now. Immediately after his defeat, she had felt buoyant, light, even good. As if everything that had been weighing her down was now gone and the darkness was expunged from her mind. Then the unexpected loss had gripped her, the confusion, the feeling that as horrible as her previous purpose had been, she was now devoid of one altogether and must surely cease to exist. Meditation and a few fights had pretty much cured this, and now the fear had set in. Fear that he would go after Arella again, fear that he would return to her mind, just as powerful and awesome as he had been two months ago.

Grimacing in frustration, Raven swung her legs over the side of the bed and glanced at the clock on the wall. Ten past three in the morning. Excellent. With a sigh, she crossed her legs, a nexus of invisible energy rising beneath her as she sought the peace of mind only meditation could bring. She was in no condition to fight, not like this. Her powers would race out of her as though they had minds of their own, and then Beast Boy would give her that terrified puppy-dog face of his and Cyborg would frown and Starfire would pelt her with well-meant questions and Robin…shaking her head, she closed her eyes, erasing the anxiety from the surface of her mind, if not the depth.

"Azarath metrion zinthos…"

She hadn't gotten far with this mantra when there was a knock on the door. Opening one irritated eye, she slid the wall aside with a flick of her mind. Robin stood there, as she had somehow known he would.

"I heard you scream."

A sudden and unexpected wave of déjà vu washed through Raven then, so strong that it caught her off-guard. She had screamed before it happened and now she was screaming after the fact, wrenching her friends from their undoubtedly happy dreams. Last time this had happened, the alarm bells had saved her. Now, there was an oppressive silence hovering in the air, gathering like a wraith around the pair of them; Robin inscrutable behind his mask, she obscured by the dim light and a blank expression.

"I'm fine."

She said it because it was expected of her, because she couldn't think of anything else to say, and because she hated attention, especially after she had caused an apocalypse. Robin frowned. Or at least she thought he frowned; it was hard to tell with the mask on. But he had no more idea of how to proceed with this conversation than she did. Luckily perhaps for both of them, a door down the hall slid open and Beast Boy stepped out, clad in striped pajamas and a disgruntled expression.

"Do you people hate sleep or something? I don't see any blinking red lights, so why the hell are we up?"

This brief diatribe had the potential to grow into an irritating and comical rant, so Raven cut it short. Her monotone apology was directed at both of them, but she resolved to give Robin a genuine one later as she retreated back into the safety of her dark room. Not that she would ever follow through with that. She was sorry. Not just for waking them up, but for shutting them out again, especially after what had just happened.

They deserved to know. They had deserved to know long before any of this had happened. But now, it was all her problem. There was no real danger. She was making it up, inventing, in the confines of her mind, a reality in which her father's fists still closed around her. Suddenly cold, Raven returned to her position and tried to settle back into meditation.

Robin didn't return to his room. He stayed there, outside her door, pressing his forehead against the smooth metal and trying to erase the memory of finding her there, quite literally in hell, stripped of all her power. It had hurt him more than he would have cared to admit. And now, god knew what she was going through. Even beyond his personal concern, Raven was becoming a problem. Slade had gotten away, he had no idea whether or not Trigon was still a threat, and he couldn't allow her to fight if her powers were getting out of control again. With a barely audible sigh, he pounded his fist against her wall before turning and stalking to his office, seeking to bury himself in work and schematics.

Beast Boy watched Robin leave, frowning ever so slightly as he looked from his friend's retreating back to Raven's door. He never knew what to do in these situations. Sometimes it felt like he was the only one in Titan's tower whose emotional baggage could be kept in check. He was resiliently cheerful, something that nobody really appreciated, if truth be told. With a sigh of resignation, he crossed the hall and raised his hand to knock on Raven's door. Strange as it was, she sometimes talked to him when she wouldn't talk to anyone else. Perhaps it was because they weren't all that close; their relationship was casual enough that it allowed them to confide in each other without the embarrassment that would ordinarily accompany such revelations. Not that talking to Raven was by any means an easy task.

Fighting the urge to turn into the smallest animal he could manage – a single-celled organism – Beast Boy managed to knock twice on the door. When it swung open, he had to swallow the nervous desire to crack a joke.

"Raven?"

She had her hood up, so all he could see was the shadow of her chin in the darkness and the glint of her eyes. She was silent. He felt his ears droop instinctively as he noticed the pallor of her skin and the faint tremors in her hands.

"You're having nightmares again, aren't you?"

"It…doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! I mean, well, after…you know…the end of the world and everything…"

He couldn't see her face, but he could practically feel her irritation, and his voice rose in pitch before it tapered off. Raven responded by lowering her hood and fixing him with the blank gaze that he seemed never to grow accustomed to. She looked terrible. The shadows around her eyes were far too prominent, standing out against the ghostly pallor that was waxy at the best of times but was now almost completely bloodless. He winced.

"Raven, you need help."

She barely acknowledged that he had spoken. As the silent seconds ticked past, Beast Boy found himself wondering if she was going to speak at all. Just as he had decided to go back to his room rather than risk retaliation from a nimbus of black energy, she sighed and lowered her previously crossed arms.

"Trigon's gone. His memory haunting me is my business, and I'll deal with it myself. There's no cure but time ."

This was, unmistakably, his cue to leave, which he did. But he didn't sleep that night any better than she did.