A/N: This (crap) story was made possible by Amethyst Turtle. Those flames inspired not just one, but two stories. Thanks! And, thank you to Berry Drops whose flames will help me finish that second story that I seem to have lost my train of thought with. Okay, let's get on with the story!

Disclaimer: This sucks. Do I really have to say it?

"What the-"

"HOLY CRAP!"

"-hell. Beast Boy, what did I tell you about yelling and personal space?"

"Oh… yeah. No yelling when within a 5-foot radius of you and no coming within a 2-foot radius of you. Sorry Rae," Beast Boy replied while stepping backward about a foot and a half in a slightly nervous manner.

"It's alright. Just… don't do it again," Raven said, letting the nickname slide. For the moment, at least. She was irritated enough as it was. First, her meditation interrupted, and now this.

Why? What did she do that was so horrible that she needed to put up with this?

Of all the cruel and unusual punishments she could ever imagine, this was the worst, by far. And she was the daughter of a demon.

"Hand me the tongs," she ordered anxiously after seeing the seemingly harmless ball of orange fur twitch.

"Dude, I swear it just winked at me!"

"Quiet, Garfield. We can't risk an avalanche or waking up anything else lurking in here," Raven stated firmly.

"Right, sorry," he mumbled through the surgical mask he was wearing.

Health hazards? In a place like this? Unbelievable. Raven sighed. Even Happy was disgusted by this.

"Whatever. Where are those tongs I asked for?"

"I'm getting them, gosh, hold your horses."

Beast Boy handed her the tongs and opened the specially made container so they could dispose of the… whatever it was.

"EEEE!" the… thing squealed once caught in the grip of the kitchen utensil Raven was using. She cautiously dumped it in the container Beast Boy held out for her. He shut it quickly and fearfully as the fuzz ball tried to jump on him.

"Ugh. Why me?" Raven groaned as Beast Boy tried to recover from near heart failure.

Beast Boy took a few deep breaths before answering her.

"Well, you did call Robin Bird Boy. You know how much he hates that."

"He interrupted my meditation and I'm not used to being free of my father. I can't give up meditation just like that," Raven countered with a snap of her fingers.

"Oh. That makes sense, I guess."

"Good. Now, let's clean the rest of your closet before we get asphyxiated," she said, not trusting the flimsy masks they were given.

"Alright. I think I saw some pizza crawling over this way last week," Beast Boy instructed while maneuvering around a tower of tofu and comics.

"Sounds good," his partner almost whispered with a slight smile on her face.

THE END

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