Hello all. This is the first Fan Fic I have ever bothered to upload. It involves Cyborg and Raven, little fluff here, a little waff there... Um... There is also a bit of Starfire x Robin. Sorry, but nothing for Beast Boy. He'll just have to suffer until I come up with a suitable new Titan. In any case, please read and review! Constructive criticisms only, please.

(A/N: Uh hey... Sorry about the way it was formatted before, but I was in a hurry to upload it. So for anyone whose eyes were bleeding, I apologize. By the way... WHY WONT THIS DAMN WEBSITE LET ME KEEP MY INDENTS?! Next chapter will be out soon, just needing to re-evaluate a few ideas, kill my computer for.. various reasons. )

Disclaimer: I don't own anything worthwhile, except for my X Box and PS2. And if you try to take those, I will eat your face without reservation.

Deep in the center of the Titans Tower, a seventeen year old male lay awake. It was four thirty in the morning, and yet he could not sleep. It had been nearly a year since he'd actually ever slept peacefully. Every night was filled with dreams... and nightmares. He honestly couldn't tell the difference anymore. When he wasn't having nightmares about the accident, or becoming an obsolete member of the Titans, his brain tortured him with dreams of... her. It was always her. No matter what he did, he thought of her, dreamed of her, and damn near breathed her. Where his obsession came from, he couldn't begin to know. As far as he did know, however, she'd not shown the slightest of interest in him.. At least, not in the way he wished. She was content with being friends, and probably, no, certainly had no clue as to what caused him to act so... unnatural when she was around. He sighed and looked at his false arm. An arm he couldn't feel, and could lose at any moment without a care.

This probably has something to do with it...The teen thought. He missed his real skin, his dark flesh. Nobody could ever fall in love with obsolete machinery. Her face swam into his mind once more.

"Raven..." he whispered, his voice drifting.

It was nearly ten when Cyborg awoke again. He yawned, and stretched imaginary muscles. He walked out of his room, his humanoid eye closed, and the cybernetic implant winking out to simulate a closed eye.

"Oof!" He opened his eyes as he realized he'd bumped into someone. It was Starfire. She was the pluckiest member of the Teen Titans, next to Beast boy. She was absolutely bubbly, and some how, it made him forget his problems. To him, she was like a baby sister.

"I am sorry, friend Cyborg. I was not paying attention as I was walking the hall of ways." She said, her voice ridiculously cheery. Cyborg couldn't help but smile as he helped her to her feet.

"It's a'ight Star. How ya doing this mornin'?" He asked, beaming at the young Tamaranian.

"I am well. Have you seen friend Robin?" She gushed, in an even better mood than normal. It was obvious that she was interested in a more fruitful relationship with 'friend Robin' than friendship. He chuckled.

"Naw, I haven't seen bird boy yet. Check the training room." Starfire smiled at him.

"Ah, yes. Robin must surely be in the room of training. Thank you friend Cyborg!" She said as she floated down the hall.

"See ya, Star!" He called after her before heading down the elevator to the living room area.

Beast boy was sitting on the shoe-horse couch, playing a racing game. Cyborg smiled and leapt over the back of the couch, sitting next to his green friend.

"Hey, little man." He said, watching the small changeling's virtual car go careening off the ledge of the track for the eighth time in a row.

"Hey, what's up Cy, my man!" He said, pausing the game long enough to give his much larger friend a high five.

"Pshht.. Aint nothin' but a chicken-wang. How you doin'?" Cyborg asked, referring to the game and already knowing the answer he'd get.

"Awe, man this game is defective, and my controller is totally not working right!" B.B. said explosively as he flew off the track and watched his car die spectacularly once again. Cyborg just grinned.

"If you stop gunning it around corners..." he whispered conspiratorially in the little man's ear. Beast Boy eyed him for a moment before trying it out. He stopped dying by a margin of 70. Cyborg smiled and stood up. He started to leave when he saw her. It was Raven, in all her glory. Her hood was down, as she slowly walked into the room, and her cloak swept behind her, her movement matching her manner with surprising accuracy. She moved with preciseness, like a cat slinking across a fence post. Her violet hair bounced with her every movement. Every concise thought Cyborg had in his head died with such speed and spectacularity, they rivaled Beast Boy's failings at his racing game.

"Good morning Raven.." Cyborg barely managed to mutter. The half demon stared at him.

"Are you okay?" her monotone voice breaking through the stupid look on his face.

"Um.. ah... Man, I'm always chill!" he said, blushing and laughing nervously. Raven raised her eyebrow then shook her head and walked over to her usual post on the couch, a book in hand.

"Sometimes, I worry about you Cyborg." She said sarcastically before burying her face in the book. Cyborg's brain had momentarily short circuited. Every synapses in his brain was pooling over the chance to talk with Raven, to say something witty, or meaningful. But, alas, Cyborg's efforts to speak with Raven were not met with positive results. The only thing he could think of to say was 'How's the book?' and he knew that was more than lame. It would be the progeny, nay, the unholy offspring, of the word lame. So he said nothing, sighed and walked into the kitchen. He felt like eating waffles until he exploded. He had just poured the batter on the waffle iron when Raven walked in the kitchen. She had sha-shayed past like normal, without even batting an eye in his direction, headed to the tea pot that was about two seconds away from making it's typical whistling noise. Part of him wanted to try to do something romantic, or ballsy, or something, but he knew that would end in disaster. The vision of Raven flinging him out a window did not sit well with him. He looked down and frowned as he realized he'd burnt his waffles. He hadn't burnt waffles since he was seven years old.

"Nice cooking Cyborg." Raven said, her voice echoing quietly off the kitchen walls. He chuckled nervously.

"Eh, I'm feeling a little space-y." He muttered, scraping the charred remains of his breakfast off the iron and starting all over. Raven shook her head in amusement, her tea in hand as she left the kitchen. Finally, after cooking nearly twenty-some-odd waffles of respectable quality, and piling them evenly on two plates, he sat down at his usual table. He usually sat here by himself unless someone invited him to the main table for dinner.

"Hmm... Where to start?" He thought. The left side had waffles covered in normal maple syrup. The right side had strawberries in their natural sauce. He shrugged and began plowing his way through both plates, munching at a mile a minute. Cyborg looked over at Raven who was back on the couch, her legs crossed as she sipped her slowly cooling tea.

Damn! It got harder and harder with each passing moment. He wanted to tell her so bad, to kiss her, to hold her. But he knew better. Raven, even if she would have liked the attentions of a damn half robot, would not have appreciated his emotional outburst. Besides, as she always said 'I don't do emotions'. Cyborg sighed.

"This sucks..." He quickly cleared his plates of food and lay them in the ominous tower of rancid food encrusted plates. Then, slowly, his thoughts seemingly dragging his feet down, he walked out of the living room and headed towards the training area. The hallway seemed both infinitely too long and infinitely too short at the same time as his thoughts about Raven began to swirl in his head, making him more and more miserable.

Even if she was interested, even if she loved me... what could I offer her? Life with an oversized kitchen appliance? He got more and more depressed. Even if she did like him, how would he know? Her emotions were in check 90 of the time unless she was mad. And he had apparently lost the balls he required to ask her out. Back when he was an athlete, a full human, this wouldn't even begin to be an issue. The girls were all over him. He never had to search for a woman, they were searching for him. Cyborg chuckled to himself.

"My, how the mighty have fallen..." he muttered to no one.

Maybe Robin will have some insight...He thought, walking into the practice room.

Raven sat in her seat at the couch, reading through Edgar Allen Poe's greatest works, one of her favorite books. Her tea had gone tepid, she had gotten so into her book. She frowned at the glass of now flat and cold tea. She really had been looking forward to her tea. It was imported premium blend Oolong tea, which wasn't exactly easy to get in the U.S. of A. She sighed and lay her book down, it's spine in the air.

I guess I'll fix some more...She thought, walking into the kitchen. She looked through the terrifying blue fuzz encrusted cabinets before finding her carefully wrapped package of leaves. The Oolong tea had to be prepared the old fashioned way, with whole leaves instead of packets. As she began the process of making her tea, her thoughts slowly began to gravitate towards Cyborg. He had been acting rather odd this morning. When she had wandered into the living room, Cyborg had been jubilant, until he saw her. Then after that, he had become oddly nervous and depressed at the same time. She mightn't be able to read his mind like she could read the others, but she could almost smell his emotions.

So... What the hell was that about? She wondered, unconsciously pouring her tea just before the teapot could begin it's high pitched squeal.

Wait, why am I worrying about Cyborg anyway? He probably isn't even worrying about me, he's always got something on his mind. Now that she thought about it, the dark skinned teen did always seem to be thinking about something, and it always seemed to make him miserable.

Hmph. Something we have in common. Being miserable. She thought wryly. To tell the truth, she and Cyborg had more in common than first glances would yield. They both had estranged parents, albeit for different reasons. Neither one of them was completely accepted by those who lived outside the Titans Tower. Both were considered freaks for their unusual appearance. Neither one of them had divulged all the details concerning their personal life. And they were both consistently underestimated. Raven thought about that for a moment longer. In truth, they were the only ones who understood each other. Then again, this was not news. They, or at least, she had realized as much when they rebuilt the T-car. They had become fairly good friends then and had talked to each other for a while. Then, lately, they just kind of drifted, what with all the insanity coming to bear over the last month. Terra had betrayed them and joined Slade in taking over Jump city, then had been turned to stone underground trying to save Jump from Slade's grasp. Cyborg had infiltrated and pretended to betray them at the H.A.E.Y.P. Robin's Red X costume had been stolen and used to steal Synolthium. Starfire had been forced to return home and marry a slug-like alien to protect her planet from the grasp of a powerful alien army, only to find out her sister, Blackfire had taken over the empire, the army was a fake controlled by computer, then had to deliver a Texas sized ass-whuppin' to her sister. Cyborg had been driven insane by a virus and had to have Beast-boy and Gizmo wandering around inside of him, fighting the virus off, not to mention little incidents in which Robin had lost his mind and Raven had been conned into using black magic by an evil dragon. Not much time to just hang out and chat.

I should try to catch up with him. We freaks have to stick together. She thought, grinning to herself before realizing her tea had gone tepid again. Her eye twitched visibly as the glass turned black before exploding in her hand.

"I give up." She exhumed, glaring at the cup's shattered remains.

Robin grunted as his wiry form twisted around in the air and landed a perfectly executed jumping spin-kick to the punching bag for the hundredth time. In the background, prodigy's Breathe was playing, drowned out slightly by Cyborg's weight machine, which was working overtime. The gym was filled with the loud rhythmic thump of heavy weight tiles being dropped, grunts, and barely audible music.

"Man, these are sooo much more comfortable than the tights" he muttered to himself. He was wearing something different from his normal attire for once. He was wearing a light grey muscle shirt and a pair of black track pants, his trademark mask still on his face. He was drenched with sweat as he executed one last kick.

"Phew.. time to take a break for a moment." He muttered, walking over to the cooler and pouring himself a cold, refreshing glass of O.j. (Obscure reference to Taz the tazmanian devil's dad from the old TV show for anyone who missed it.) Robin chugged the juice down within the space of a minute before refilling his glass once again. He looked over at Cyborg, who was using his special weight machine. The Silver marvel of machinery was pumping out gleaming tiles that weighed a metric ton each at a ton per five seconds. It was at twenty-seven metric tons and rising. So far, Cyborg's best record had been only ten. So needless to say, he was doing good. The cybernetic teen didn't even seem to notice as the weights piled on.

"Whoa, Cyborg, are you sure it's safe to hold that much weight?" he asked, drying his face off with a towel.

"Huh..? What's up?" Cyborg said, coming out of his daze.

"I said, is it safe to hold that much weight." Robin said, pointing to the indicator next to him. Cyborg's eyebrow rose as he stared at the meter. It read 30 tons.

"Aw... Man, I don't even know anymore..." He said, as the weight kept on adding up. His knees didn't even bend as another ton was added to the pile. Whrr..r click click click click.. Apparently, the machine had run out of single ton tiles as the heavy duty conveyor belt that it used to carry the weights up was clicking away pointlessly. Robin sighed and turned the machine to re-acquire mode, in which large robotic arms slid out of their holding place in the roof and began pulling the tiles off of the prongs that held them in place on their apparatus, and began force-feeding the tiles into their storage slot, removing them at a tile per second. Cyborg let his arms drop to his side as he stepped off from under the holding utensil.

"Hmm.. thirty-one tons. Tcht.." Cyborg said, sounding as if he hadn't honestly cared how many tons.

"Dude, what's on your mind?" Robin enquired, staring at his friends preoccupied gaze. Cyborg stared at him for a moment.

"Can I trust you with something, Rob? You can't tell no one else, not Beast Boy, not Starfire, not even Batman. And try not to laugh." Cyborg said, grabbing himself a cup of orange juice. Robin placed his hand over his heart.

"I swear, Scouts honor." Cyborg took a breath.

"A'ight.... Um.. It's Raven.." Robin stared at Cyborg.

"Uh-huh. The gothic girl who lives with us. What about her?" Cyborg could feel himself go crimson.

"I uh... I like her, ya' know what I mean? And I don't mean fartin' around and playing games together 'like her', I mean making out at sun set, making babies, and getting old and crusty together, 'like her'." Robin smiled slowly as the full impact of this statement sunk into his head.

"Hmmm..." he uttered, going into his classic 'thinking' pose, one arm folded under the vertical one, his fore-finger and thumb gently stroking his chin.

"So what'cha gonna do? You gonna ask her out, or what?" Cyborg looked at his spiky haired friend for a moment.

" I don't know..."

Raven sat in lotus position, levitating ever so lightly off the floor. She wasn't meditating like usual. Instead, she was busily hammering away at the keys of a small laptop that Cyborg had built for her for her birth day about a year ago. All she had asked for was a modest Dell with a 2.0 gigahertz Pentium Celeron processor and nothing more. Raven couldn't help but grin. He'd built her a beast of a laptop. It had a 300 gigahertz "Titan 3g3 FX" processor that was compatible with literally anything, A 3 terrabyte hard drive at 400,000 rpm, 18 gigabytes of "Titans specialty"DDR8 ram, A "Titan T-2300X" video card, that came with it's own 200gigahertz processor, 6 gigabytes of ram and was compatible with any program in existence, and a "Titans-max bass sound" sound card along with souped up speakers that could serve as the whole sound ensemble for a concert. It also had specialty "Titans Wi Fi FX" wi fi compatibility that allowed her to use any wi fi connection in the world to surf the net. And a "Titan X" DVD burner that could burn four gigabytes in 2 seconds. He'd even loaded Windows XP Pro and Linux SuSE for her. (A/n: Yes, I am making Raven a computer nerd. Come on, she's gotta have some hobbies besides reading poetry, drinking tea, and meditating. And this just seemed to fit her.) And on top of all this, the laptop only weighed two pounds, never overheated and was medium in size. Needless to say, Cyborg had outdone himself. He'd even had somebody custom paint a Raven surrounded in flames on it.Raven had been slowly perusing the net, trying to find a good poetry site, but with little success. The gothic girl sighed.

"Well.. that's another waste of forty minutes." She said, shutting her laptop down and closing it. The azure haired female groaned as she stopped levitating and stood up. She laid her laptop on her dresser before flopping across her bed, her limbs jutting out in all directions.

I'm so bored... she thought. She'd been feeling restless since this morning. After deciding she and Cyborg needed to get back in touch and become good friends again, she'd become restless, impatient, and apprehensive, all in that order.

I can't take it anymore! I'm going to go find Cyborg. She decided. She didn't know why she wanted to talk to him so bad all of a sudden, and was puzzling over her own erratic behavior, but decided it couldn't hurt to follow through with her base instincts for once.

Where could he be? She thought as she walked through the halls, trying to find the psychic tag she'd planted on Cyborg. It took her a moment to reach out and touch the sensitive tag.

"Ah hah. The roof." She muttered to herself. She decided against walking any further and simply phased through the roof. As soon as she materialized, she saw Cyborg sitting on the ledge, looking thoughtful.

"Cyborg..." Raven started.

AHHH! I can't think of what else to write right now. So what did you think? Should I keep writing this amateur scribe of mine, or should I just hang up my towel? Let me know!

(A/N: Um... as far as I know spectacularity isn't a real word.. But I like it. It's kinda funny.)