70I don't own BB or Rae... Darn.
Our Mirrored Future
Chapter 2
Raven groaned and brought a hand to her head. 'I feel like I got hit by a truck…' The empath was about to drift back into unconsciousness when she noticed the warm thing under her. 'Did I fall asleep on the couch? Wait, I remember…' As the memories of the previous night flooded back to her, Raven opened her eyes.
And promptly bit a hole through her lip to contain the high pitched shriek that tried to crawl its way up her throat. She leapt off of Beast Boy, extracting her hands from where they were fisting the fabric of his shirt. Then she gingerly removed the glove clad hands hanging securely around her waist.
With a slight flush of red on her cheeks, she glanced down at him to wake and chastise the changeling but deflated at the look of pain crossing his normally relaxed features. Contrary to popular belief, Raven couldn't help the concern that contorted her expression as she cradled his head in her lap. A gray hand unconsciously began to caress his cheek, uncharacteristically soft and caring for the usually stoic female.
'This isn't normal,' she thought fleetingly as she watched her hand's movement. 'But I feel oddly comfortable doing it. I must've hit my head harder than I thought.'
A soft grunt stopped her train of thought as well as her hand. Forest green eyes blinked up at her languidly, a lazy grin tilting his lips. "Don't stop, Rae. That felt good." His voice was scratchy, but held a mixed tone of teasing and sincerity.
She rolled her eyes, easily slipping back into her emotionless mask. "Don't expect it ever again. Can you sit up?"
The changeling seems surprised that she would openly indirectly ask him if he was alright as opposed to her blatantly ignoring any wound that wasn't fatal. Regardless, he nodded and sat up slowly before scratching his head in bewilderment. "What happened?" He looked around. "Where are we? The Tower?"
Amethyst eyes scanned the surrounding area, narrowing when they spotted the vast differences between their T Tower and the room they were in. The huge TV and big black couch were in the same place, although the television looked far more advanced. The kitchen sat in its normal space, though much bigger. A huge table dining table sat opposite the kitchen, like usual, but it confused her as to why the table could seat twelve people all of a sudden.
"I'm not sure, Beast B-"
The metal door behind them swished open and girl stepped out. She looked no more than thirteen but her sporadically colored hair begged to differ. The blonde twisted one of her deep purple bangs around her index finger as she jumped down the steps, paying the two silent heroes no heed. Black boots clicking, she sauntered into the kitchen to grab a snack, fiddling with the black half jacket covering her tight green tank top. It was when she opened the refrigerator door that she noticed them. Forest green glared at them as she sank into a defensive fighting position.
Both Beast Boy and Raven stared with unconcealed astonishment as her body shifted and rearranged until it had formed an exact copy of Raven- not the real Raven but the Raven Beast Boy had seen in the mirror. He didn't have time to question that because in the next second a knife and a chair were encased in black energy and poised to strike.
"Whoa, whoa!" The changeling bounced forward, waving his hands sporadically in front of him. "We're not here to fight!"
The chair floated away a few inches but the knife remained trained on them. "Who are you and why are you here?" Even though her tone was too high to be coming from an adult woman, its tone was as icy and intimidating as could be.
Raven peered over her companion's shoulder. "My name is Raven and this is Beast Boy- We're Teen Titans. We… don't know how we got here exactly."
The faux Raven's eyes widened to an almost comical extent. "Beast Boy… MOM! DAD!" With that, she bolted from the room, phasing straight through the door.
The Titan duo shared a glance.
"What was that about?" he asked, blowing a strand of hair away from his eyes.
She shrugged and not a second later, the door reopened and a familiar-looking woman stepped out. Beast Boy gaped, cheeks burning. White robes, billowing purple hair, intense amethyst gaze. An intense gaze that widened when she caught sight of the gaping teens in front of her. "Oh, no. Not good."