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Chapter 1

The car came to a stoplight and slowly halted. He was third in line which meant he could look away from the road for a moment and not worry about someone beeping at him to move. He looked into the backseat and saw her sitting in her booster seat, completely buckled up as if she were on some sort of rollercoaster ride. She was swinging her dangling legs back and forth, humming to her favorite children's CD that was currently playing. She was looking out the window at all the other cars until she felt her father's eyes on her. She turned and smiled.

"What?" she giggled.

"Nothing, just watching you," he said with a smile.

"You're silly," she laughed and went back to looking out the window.

He chuckled and looked back to the road. She looked so much like her mother; her skin might have been green, but she had beautiful blond hair and striking blue eyes. And as much as he loved that fact, it also pained him horribly. She'd died three months ago in battle like a true hero. At least, that was what he told his daughter. She didn't need to know the truth of the situation.

"Daddy, are we almost there?" she asked.

"Almost," he said.

The light turned green and the two cars in front of him took off. He took one last look at his daughter and then began driving once more. No one would have ever thought he, Beast Boy, would be a cautious driver, but when his precious little girl was with him he was worse than a Sunday driver. It was something the guys at the tower always made fun of him for.

The tower. God, how that had changed over the years. Ten years ago it'd been just him and the original Teen Titans. Just the five of them trying to save the city, sometimes the world, and discovering who they were going to be as they grew up. Now it housed ten occupants, though it was eleven a few months ago.

Nightwing, formerly known as Robin, and Starfire were happily married and had a three year old girl, Nicole, and one year old twin boys, Jack and Eric. Cyborg and his wife Bumblebee had a six year old son named Taye. And then there was Beast Boy and Terra, who never officially married, who had their five year old daughter.

"Daddy, we're here!" she cheered excitedly.

He looked up and saw it; the city's library. "Yup, we're here," he said, looking at her in the rearview mirror with a smile. He turned into the parking lot and looked for a safe spot to park.

"I hope I didn't miss story time," she said, kicking her feet wildly.

"Don't worry, I got you here in time," he chuckled and pulled into a parking spot. He turned the car off and got out, hurrying over to her side. He opened her door and began unbuckling her from the various buckles and clips of her seat. All the while she was kicking her legs anxiously. He finally got her free and placed her on the ground.

"Bye!" she said and began to run towards the library.

"Crystal, stop!" he ordered quickly.

She stopped where she was and looked back towards her father. "What?" she asked.

"Wait for me," he said, setting the car alarm.

"Why?" she asked, a bit confused.

"Why? Because you'll get hit by a car," he said, walking over to her. "You should know better than to just go running off."

"But mommy never walked me in," said Crystal. "She stopped over there and let me out."

"She never went in with you?" asked Beast Boy.

"No," said Crystal, innocently shaking her head. "She always dropped me off."

Beast Boy had not known about this. He couldn't believe that all this time when he thought Terra had taken their daughter to the library for the day she'd just dropped her off. Where the heck did she go? How could she leave their little girl all alone?

"Well, I'm not dropping you off," he said, taking her hand. "I'm coming in with you." And with that the two made their way across the parking lot to the library. Crystal was so excited she was skipping as they walked and swinging her and her father's arm back and forth.

They made it to the doors and Crystal threw one open and ran inside. He quickly followed in after her, afraid he'd lose sight of her. She was very quick and never seemed to walk anywhere; she ran! Luckily, because of her green skin, he couldn't really lose her in a crowd, but he still worried.

Crystal ran across the library, right passed the children's section, to the main desk where all of the checking in and out of books and such was done. She was still too small to really see above it, so she stood on her tiptoes to see the young woman behind the desk.

"Hi!" she said excitedly.

"Crystal Logan," said the woman. "I was wondering when I'd see you again."

"Did I miss story time?" she asked, unable to keep still.

"No," the woman chuckled softly. "It's going to start in five minutes, so you better go get a good seat."

"Okay," she smiled and went running off, only to run right back. "Are you gonna read to us?"

"No, not today, sweetheart," said the woman. "I'm not feeling very well."

"Oh, okay," she said and went running off again, only to return once more. "Oh, guess what?"

"What?" said the woman amused.

"My daddy's here today!" said Crystal.

The woman's smiled disappeared and she looked up, beyond the little girl at her desk. Sure enough, he was walking straight for her. "Oh, uh, why don't you show him the children's section?" she suggested, an uneasiness in her voice.

"But I want you to meet him," said Crystal.

"That's okay, Crystal," said the woman, standing up from her desk. "I've got work to do. Now hurry up and get a good seat for story time." To her relief, Crystal decided she was right and ran towards the children's section.

Beast Boy was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. That woman at the desk, she looked like… no, it couldn't have been her. There was no way that all this time she'd been here. He watched Crystal exchange a few words with her and then come running back to him. And the woman quickly stood up and went into a backroom.

"Daddy, come on," said Crystal, reaching him and taking his hand again.

"Okay, I'm coming," he laughed and let her drag him to the children's section. "Hey, who were you talking to?"

"Ms. Rachel," said Crystal. "She always takes care of me when mommy drops me off."

"Ms. Rachel?" said Beast Boy. "That's her name?"

"I guess so," Crystal shrugged.

They reached the children's section and Crystal quickly ran off to the corner where story time was to take place. She grabbed a pillow from a large box of small pillows, found a free space on the floor among the various other children, and sat down. Beast Boy wasn't sure what to do now. He saw other adults, parents of the other children, sitting at the little children's tables and reading various books and magazines while their kids were entertained. He decided, as long as she was safe and watched in here, he could go look around.

It had been sometime since he'd been in a library. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever been in this one. He just wasn't one who liked to read. When he was younger he'd read comic books, but that was about it. Besides, whenever he saw a library or anywhere that had books he'd think of… her. The one he thought he'd saw only a few minutes before; the only member of the Titans to leave and disappear from the face of the Earth.

He slowly walked around the library, looking around. It was very old, very large, and very quiet; especially for a Saturday. He couldn't believe how quiet it was. It'd been some time since he'd been anywhere quiet. He certainly wasn't going to get any silence back at the tower. Not with five children running around, yelling, screaming, laughing, and crying.

The silence was broken when he heard soft talking. He turned and saw a man asking a young woman a question. It was the same woman Crystal had spoken to. What was her name? Ms. Rachel? He began walking towards her so he could get a better look.

"…yes, just go up those stairs and the history section is on the left," she said.

"Thanks," said the man and off he went.

Beast Boy was sure his mind was playing some sort of trick on him. This woman was scarily familiar. She held the book in her arms just like her. She carried herself just like her. God, she even had pale skin and that soft, emotionless voice. But her hair was black; still short, but black. And she had bangs, covering her forehead so he could see if she still bore a chakra. She was in a long sleeved white blouse and a long black skirt; very professional. He had to see her face.

"Ms. Rachel?" he said.

The woman turned with a soft smile, but upon seeing him her face went blank. He couldn't believe it. The same violet eyes, the same pouting lips, the same face! It had to be her.

"R-Raven?" he said, shocked.

She quickly regained her composure and said, "Can I help you sir?"

"Uh, Raven, it's me," he said.

"I'm sorry?" she said. "I think you have me confused with someone else."

"I… I don't think so," said Beast Boy, getting an even better look at her. He looked down at her shirt and saw that she had a nametag that, sure enough, read 'Rachel Roth'. "You changed your name to Rachel?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you have me confused with someone else," she said.

"Come on, you gotta know who I am!" he said.

"Of course I do," she said. "You're Garfield 'Beast Boy' Logan, city and world hero; member of the ever famous Titans. I don't think there's a person in the city who doesn't know who you are, even if you are in normal clothes."

"Oh," he said. It was true, he was currently in jeans and a tee-shirt; not his fighting uniform.

"Sorry for your loss, by the way," she said. "I'm guessing that's why Crystal hasn't been here lately."

"Oh, uh, yeah," he said. "So, you've been taking care of her, huh? Not all the time, right?"

"No, not all of the time," said Rachel. "Her mother only dropped her off a few days a week."

"So… she really never came in with her?" asked Beast Boy.

"Oh, she did the first time, two years back," said Rachel. "But, after that, she dropped her off alone and I would watch her until she came back to get her."

"Two years ago?" said Beast Boy. "Crystal was only three! She left her all alone here when she was three?!"

"She wasn't alone, I took care of her," said Rachel. "Trust me, I wouldn't let anything happen to her. She's in good hands."

"Jesus, I never knew any of this," said Beast Boy, running a hand through his hair.

"By the way, sir, I suggest you get back in the children's center," she said. "We don't allow children under twelve to be alone."

"But she's in story time or whatever," said Beast Boy.

"Yes, and all of the other parents are there, aren't they?" said Rachel evenly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." And with that she turned and began walking back to her desk.

He watched her walk away and studied her again. She walked just like Raven; quick and fluidly as if floating with a slight graceful swing in her hips. He could never forget her walk. He could never forget anything about her. Not even after she'd been gone for six years. This Rachel had to be her. She had to be Raven.