Title: If you really want to, you can hear me say...
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING
Notes: After a trip to the doctors office (the flu!), a V-day fic pairing that I haven't written in about a year, and probably never will again, so... whatever. Post Things Change.
If, by ten o'clock, the alarm at the Tower hasn't sounded at least once, Raven assumes it will be a slow day. This rule doesn't always apply to holidays, but Raven doesn't think of Valentine's day as a real holiday anyway. And most days have been slow days since the team defeated the Brotherhood...
However, it's now ten thirty, and even Robin is relaxed, playing video games on the couch and oblivious to Starfire hovering, literally, over him. The day would be best spent meditating on the roof. An even better idea would be to stay on the roof until nightfall, because she just knows that someone will try to bother her at some point. She just needs as much peace as possible.
So now she's floating, legs crossed, and looking out over Jump Bay. Its not the prettiest sight ever; Pollution and Jump City residents using the bay as their own personal trash bin have taken their toll on the water. Raven sighs and opts for closed eyes as a peaceful scene.
About a half hour in, her chanting and slow breathing are interrupted by the soft click of the door behind her shutting. She pauses, waits, then turns. There isn't anyone by the door, but someone has left some thing there; A cup of tea.
This surprises her, though it doesn't show. She wasn't aware any of the Titans knew enough about cooking to boil water, except maybe Robin. But he was probably too wrapped up with Starfire to make this for her. Still... She sipped the tea a while before returning to meditation, leaving the tea cup by the door. You know, just so that whoever was bothering her knows that she enjoyed the tea, at least.
At noon she hears it again. The door shutting. She turns to the door faster this time, and sees not only a new cup of tea, but also a plate of wheat toast and butter. When she goes to pick up the plates, she opens the door as well, but no one is on the stairs. She has a piece of toast and wonders how much attention Starfire's really getting today, and whether or not Cyborg is out in Jump City looking for Jinx (he thinks no one knows, but Raven's not stupid). She finishes the tea. And this time, when Raven begins to meditate again, she faces the door and keeps her eyes open, watching.
She watches the door swing open around one thirty, and sees the gloved hand reach out for the plates. She floats closer, still chanting, but begins to walk when she gets near the door. When she's close enough, just before whoever it is puts down a new cup and saucer, she pulls the door open, and Beast Boy freezes.
"Umm..." he manages to say, and Raven marvels at the way his voice cracks, even when he's barely speaking. "I thought you'd like some tea...?" The end of the sentence rises to a question and Raven wants to roll her eyes. "Did you like the toast I brought?"
"They were from you?" She wants to be nicer, but he interrupted her! He knows better.
"Umm, yeah. I didn't want to interrupt you, but you're up here a lot. I didn't want you to get hungry, you know."
"Thank you." It was a quiet, polite way of saying 'go away', but no one ever interprets it that way. Which is why Beast Boy is still shuffling his feet, grinning that stupid grin, and Raven is trying to meditate while talking to him. "It was very nice of you, Beast Boy, but I need to meditate..."
"Oh, right. Yeah." He doesn't sound too hurt, and he leave the tea behind, so Raven only feels slightly guilty about it. Meditation can take care of that.
Still, she doesn't expect to hear the door again at three thirty, when she was just thinking of going back downstairs. This time, there is a cup of tea and a saucer, and a piece of toast crudely cut into a passable heart shape. That's when Raven remembers that it's the fourteenth, so she sips the tea while thinking.
She thinks for a while. She thinks of the blonde high schooler they saw a few months ago. She thinks of the tea, made just the way she likes, she thinks of wheat toast and the heart. She thinks of the Bay, what it once was, and what it could be if everyone could try...
She thinks of all the meditation she had to do today, or any other day. She sighs, and thinks, "If only..."
Mmmm, smells like teen angst.
This is part of a four-chapter/one-shot Valentines day thing I meant to start Wednesday, but I got sick, so I'm starting now. (MY calender says 2-11, so I don't know about YOU guys)