Well, well, well! I see you've made it to Crimson Shadow's sequel, Fate's Call. I appreciate all of your reviews and kind words; I really love to write, and this inspires me to keep going. Anyway, let's start Chapter 1. And, like I hope you always do, enjoy. –Jason

Fate's Call

Chapter 1: Utopia

My name is Garfield Logan, but the world knows me as Beast Boy now. I believed I had life all figured out, when really, my life was just beginning. If only I had a rewind button; I would change everything. I guess all I can do is find the right path and walk it through, even if it kills me…

My name is Raven Roth. I had faith in my life while Garfield was here. I never thought one boy could change my whole outlook on things; I guess I thought wrong. I will never give up hope on finding him, because I have to know the truth, even if it kills me…

Under downtown Jump City…

A teenaged boy, frail and broken, crawled up from the hell that was the sewers. It was late, and the city slept soundly, unknowing of the rebirth that had just occurred on the cold, barren street. The lone figure tried to carefully lift himself up, but crumpled back into the pavement, finding no energy to spare. "I can't do this," the young man thought, and started to sob silently.

Who would take him in now? His life had no purpose, again. This was supposed to be way behind him; just a bad memory to be put in the back of his mind. Yet here the problems were, right back in the open. As he lay there wishing for a miracle, all he could see was Raven's kind, caring, beautiful face. He knew she deserved to know everything that went down in that Hell. She deserved the world…

Raven sat in her dark, cold bedroom, watching the bright, orange sun set behind the shining skyline that was the Pacific. "Garfield would have enjoyed this; he was one of the few people I knew who appreciated little things like this," she thought sadly, fresh tears rolling down her pale cheeks. She knew the people here in Titans Tower needed her; she couldn't afford to be selfish. After all, she knew in her heart that Garfield was alive; her mind, and her heart, sensed it.

The empath heard a quick knock and the door then Cyborg's cool, kind voice. "Raven? You in there, girl? We wanted to make sure you were OK." Raven forced herself to stop crying, choking back the hard lump in her throat. "Yes, I'm fine, Cyborg. Just…tired."

"Well, if there's anything you want, just tell us. I mean, we're here for you." The half-robot was surprised to find Raven behind the door, which was slightly ajar. "I appreciate it, Cyborg. I'd just rather be alone to collect my thoughts," she forced herself to say in a monotone voice.

"All right. Have a good night," Cyborg said kindly, then walked away the door down the hall.

Raven sighed and closed the door…

There it is. Titans Tower. Raven's in there, waiting. I know. I can feel it. My mind is screaming for me to turn around and run and never look back. My heart is begging me to make right of which is wrong. I know what I have to do. I'm praying it's the right choice…

Raven bolted up from her bed, shaking and covered with beads of sweat. The visions had been coming for years now, but this one was different; the emotion and realness of it were just too powerful to be ignored. It was so hard keeping everything inside when there was so much to let out.

As if on cue, the alarm went off and the warning signal went off, pounding into her retched brain. "Probably just some kids playing Ding Dong Ditch," she mumbled, throwing on her leotard. She levitated into the main room and found her teammates already in attack stance, waiting for the threat to strike. Her eyes wandered to the front door, as if the attacker would knock first. The door swung open, and a figure came into view, falling into the tower with an audible thump. The empath's eyes went wide, and she felt her conscience start to slip…

"Titans, go!" Robin yelled, ready to make a move while the intruder was down. They were literally steps away from the figure when Raven encircled them with a black auroa, trapping them. "STOP!" she screamed.

"Raven!" her teammates called in confusion. The empath levitated to the figure and looked down… it was Garfield, the person who she believed would always come back. She started to cry softly, weeping into his shirt and whispering his name. The changeling's emerald eyes fluttered open halfway, and a small smile traced his lips. "I'm not dead yet, Rae."

She held him in her arms, trying to give him whatever comfort she could give him. Her distraction caused the auroa to break, and the team quickly tried to pull her away. "What the hell are you doing!" Raven screamed, trying to get free to Robin and Starfire's grasp. "Let me go!"

"No," Robin said simply yet with anger. "This kid betrayed us, and he was working for Slade. It's for your own good, Raven." She screamed inhumanly and used her powers to send the two teammates flying into the nearest wall. "Don't you understand! He never was against us! I know it! Give him a chance, just like you gave one to me! Please!" she said, now exhausted.

Robin sat up and hesitated for a long time, then finally shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Fine. He can stay. But if he tries one thing out of line, he'll be out of here in the blink of an eye." Raven nodded. "I understand. I'm going to bring him to my room and try to heal him the best I can." She used her powers to lift him from the floor and levitated his frail frame onto her bed…

Garfield woke from an uneasy slumber, his eyes watery from the sunlight that shone through the window. It took him a moment to remember the events of last night. The knock, the fall, Raven talking. How she managed to convince them to let him stay was still a mystery to him, but he really didn't care right now. He was just thankful to be alive…

Raven walked into her room quietly, expecting Garfield to be sound asleep. She jumped in surprise a little when she saw him on his knees in front of her window. Raven walked slowly further into her room and stood next to him. She turned her head to look at the changeling and noticed he was running a small cross on a necklace through his green fingers. His face looked tired and filled with pain, and it hurt her to see him like this. "Garfield, I'm so glad you're here with me. We'll make it through this. Just wait and see." Gar nodded slowly and small tears formed at the corner of his eyes. "If I could just take back everything, make everything right…" Raven put a hand on his shoulder. "Life isn't perfect. You did what you had to do."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Gar asked, taken aback. "I read your mind," she said, smiling a little. The changeling rolled his eyes and smiled too, feeling better than he had in a long time…