A/N: I was really agonising over whether to post this or not, but I did. So, ah, here you go.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Titans.
Car Trouble
Cyborg stared despondently at the smoking, charred heap of his baby. It wasn't the first time the T-Car had been wrecked. It wasn't even the second.
"Not again," he groaned. Regardless, he set to work immediately after grabbing his tools, trying in a futile effort to salvage as much of the mess as he could. Before he could do much more though, a knock came at the door of the garage. Grumbling something under his breath about little green shapeshifters, Cyborg opened the door. "Look BB, I don't have time for..."
He stopped short, as the person standing at the entrance wasn't Beast Boy. It was, of all people, Raven. "Thought you might need some help," she said.
Cyborg was genuinely touched. She'd assisted him the first time or so the T-Car had been trashed, yes, but the mere fact that she was offering to help build it from scratch again... "Really? You're willing to help out again?"
The empath shot him a dry look. "Really."
"Thanks Rae." The half-robot cracked a huge grin, heading back to the wreck of his car. Raven followed, giving him one of her rare smiles in return. "Let's get started then."
As annoyed as she might seem when Cyborg started gushing incessantly about his car, he knew that underneath the snarky comments, Raven really did understand what his car meant to him. And so no matter how many times the T-Car was destroyed, no matter how many painstaking hours he'd spend lovingly restoring his baby to its former glory, Rae would be right there with him, every step of the way.
A/N: First fanfic here, woot!