A/N: Hello, everyone! This is based off a short one-shot in my story, Dynamic. Chapter Three, to be exact.
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Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
I'll tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.
The television was all but drowned out by the noise of bustling, tower life. Pans clanging in the kitchen and paper shuffling. A loud, joy filled laugh and the soft hum of chanting. Typical sounds that would normally be joined by a high pitched cackle and a bad joke, as Beast Boy dance among his friends, from counter to table and back again.
But that morning, which seemed so normal, lacked the genial chatter of the youngest Titan. Instead, he was perched on the couch, elbos resting on his thighs as he leaned forward.
-the threat has not been confirmed just yet, but it is a very serious one. Nuclear warfare is something that everyone fears, even those in cities like Jump, where a group of local -
Every other sentence was blocked out by something from the kitchen. Starfire was talking now, her loud voice easily over powering the one of the announcer on the television.
Beast Boy didn't say anything though, just hit the volume button on the remote and turned up the program.
It was something that he never would have watched, normally. The news was not a typical channel for the young boy, who would much rather watch cartoons or scary movies or some inane, wittless comedy. That morning though, it was different, even if everyone else felt like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
The changeling knew better. Every animal inside of him, they knew better. Something was going to happen, and it was going to be big and bad and traumatizing.
-supposedly was picked up from outer space, and translated via computer. As it has already been confirmed that there is indeed life outside of Earth, then the -
The others couldn't feel that though. They did not have creatures trapped inside of them, trying to break from. There was no gutteral, primal instinct telling them to run, as far and fast as he could. It was just a regular Thursday morning to them.
Something that was proven when Cyborg started to yell, and Robin didn't hesitate in shouting back. Something about the last piece of bacon.
Dark green eyes narrowing, Beast Boy leaned forward, trying to get closer to the screen without actually getting up. He wanted to hear this, to know what was going on.
-there has been no reason as to why Jump City has been targeted, though sceptics of the super hero escapade believe that it is due to the monumental landmark of Titan's-
A clatter, as a pan was dropped into the metal sink. Beast Boy flinched at the loud noise, and why didn't anyone else think that was important? Why weren't they paying attention?
The image on the screen shifted, instead showing a view of the outside of the tower. The woman was speaking again, but her words were inaudible due to the arguement going on half a room over.
"Will you all shut up!" snapped Beast Boy, and he wasn't even thinking about the words. Just wanted to know what was going on in his city and what had sparked the tremor of energy that was coursing through his spine, the steady pressure forming on his chest.
It worked.
In the kitchen, everything went still. Silent. Beast Boy, unaware of the glowers suddenly directed at him, once more adjusted the volume.
-claims. The citizens of Jump City are still staunch defenders of their heroes, determined that any threat can be quelled before it is even started. The Governor of New York, however, has a different view on the matter.-
A pause in speech, as the screens once more changed. This time revealing an aged man sitting behind a large desk, one that was clearly identifiable by the name tag perched at the edge.
The first part of his speech was drowned out by Robin placing a hand on Beast Boy's shoulder, irate and annoyed. "What's your problem, Beast Boy?"
"My problem is that I'm trying to watch this and -" The changling cut himself off, because the words on the television were loud and clear now, striking him right at the core.
It does not matter that they have saved the city in the past. The fact of the matter still remains that these are children. Children that cannot be left to defend Jump City from such a monumental threat without aid. I am trying to contact a specialist to send to help the Teen Titans now, in their time of need.
It had been a regular Thursday morning, but now Beast Boy felt faintly sick.