[I don't own Teen Titans or any of the character mentioned in this story]

Billy Numerous, now William Strayer while he's in civilian's clothes, stood on the sidewalk of a road in Jump City in the dead of night. Billy shivered slightly and pouted up at the sky as if the snow raining down on him would take pity on the thief and cease its numbing effect on his nose. Billy, being Billy, was ill prepared for the cold conditions of Jump City's winter. He stood in dirty red and white sneakers, a pair of holey jeans, a loose red T-shirt, and a not too warm black jacket. His blonde hair was messy and dirty from not brushing it as he raked his hand through his scalp and quickly fixed his shades one last time.

Jinx and the others had decided that it would be best if the five went their separate ways for Christmas week. Go visit family, go to a party, Jinx herself honestly didn't care as long as she had time to herself for a while. Billy on the other hand wasn't too keen on the idea. Of course he missed his family back in Alabama, but he wasn't crazy about the fact that he'd be pretty miserable for the next week without his friends to occupy him. Mainly one specific friend.

Lately Billy just couldn't help but notice these little things about his little buddy Wykkyd. These little mannerisms he hadn't noticed before, hadn't ever thought of as cute either. Kyd would do this little heel bounce with his feet when he was anxious, he'd mess with his ponytail and tighten it when he got bored, sometimes he'd pull this snickery grin behind someone's back and his fangs would poke out like an overbite - things Billy hadn't thought of as adorable before. What really put Billy on edge though was when Kyd Wykkyd smiled or laughed. Kyd would blush just the faintest bit as his pointed ears would turn downwards. His smile was so small you could barely see it there, but it still had this inhuman ability to make everyone around him melt. Sadly, it seemed like he only ever did it around Billy. He didn't laugh, he giggled and snorted like a little kid. Kyd would cover his mouth and his body would shake with laughter after he heard some dumb joke Billy made up or saw a Titan have any misfortune at all be placed upon them.

As much as Billy hated this fact, he knew it was true and he had to admit it to at least himself.

He was in love with his best friend, Kyd Wykkyd.

He hated this dumb crush he had developed on the teleporter. He hated this feeling! He tried to make himself hate Wykkyd, tried to distance himself, but it never worked. Billy would lay awake at night, praying that this feeling of vulnerability would stop already. He was strong, stubborn, and an overall tough person. The moment Kyd Wykkyd would walk into the room though, Billy's big and bad facade would immediately melt away and all of his dead goldfish attention span would be completely dedicated to Kyd.

The worst part about the whole thing was the fact that Kyd was both the problem and the solution. When Billy was around Kyd, talking with him, laughing with him, just watching him sketch, all the heavy feelings piled up inside of him would numb away. He didn't feel vulnerable at all. In fact, as long as he was next Wykkyd he felt stronger than ever. It's like all the pressure and nervousness melted away because all of Billy's attention was on Kyd. Billy still had that warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach, still got the shivers down his spine when Kyd said his name to get his attention, it was just that all the bad things were slowly numbed away and all the good things were amplified by ten.

Billy sighed as he looked out onto the street one more time.

The worst part about splitting up the Hive for Christmas was the fact that while Kyd was anywhere but by Billy's side, Billy was absolutely miserable. It'd happened before and Billy never wanted to relive that experience. All the poor southerner could think about is what Kyd was doing, where he was, if he was okay, what he was thinking about. He would go into a streak of overwhelming depression and do nothing but sleep and occasionally eat. As much as Billy disliked it though, he'd have to deal with it. One week can't possibly be that bad…

Billy jumped slightly as the ringing of his phone interrupted his thoughts. Billy quickly pulled it out, taking a quick peek at the smiling face of Kyd Wykkyd he had set for his wallpaper that he'd never dare let anyone see. Billy answered the ringing phone with annoyance at whoever thought to call him at this time of night.

"Hello?" Said the southerner, it coming out as only slightly aggravated.

"...Billy?" Came the soft voice he'd branded into his brain as the voice of an angel. Kyd sounded uneasy, almost shaky.

"Hey Wyk! Geez, ya missing me already? Haha!...Wyk? Hello?" Billy said jokingly at first, but it soon turned to concern as Kyd didn't respond. That's when Billy heard sniffling. Then quiet sobbing on the other end of the line.

"Wykkyd where are ya. I haven't left Jump just yet...Wyk I need ya to tell me." Billy sounded commanding and strong for the first phrase, his voice quickly melding into soft concern as it spoke.

"I...I'm in the park. The bench we normally...we normally sit at." Came the broken voice of Kyd Wykkyd, his speech interrupted by soft sobs and hiccups every few words.

Billy quickly made his way to the park, it being walking distance from the road he was on. He slowly approached a previously crying teleporter also in civilian clothes.

"Wyk...what happened?" asked the southerner softly.

Kyd kept his head down for a few more seconds before lifting it up and looking at Billy with teary eyes. Billy shook his head as he went to sit next to Kyd, who collapsed into his embrace and began freely crying into Billy's shoulder. After a while of Billy soothingly rubbing his back and comforting him, he finally spoke.

"They...The company my parents work for...they won't let me into the hotel my parents are in for Christmas because of an...incident. Remember when Jinx had that talk with me about hiding things? A while after I finally came out of the closet to my parents, and they were fine with it. The producer was another story though. He hates me...says I'm bad business. And now...after three years of not being able to spend Christmas with my family I'm...I'm going to spend it alone in my cramped dirty room. Again." Kyd said, slowly getting angrier and angrier before unclenching his fists and sighing sadly.

"I'm sorry for bothering you with this...I just thought that maybe if I could talk to you I'd feel better about being alone for Christmas...pretty stupid, huh?" Kyd chuckled sadly before pulling out his phone and dialing the number for See-More, about to ask him to not lock the entrance to the headquarters.

Billy took a quick look in between Kyd's phone and then Kyd before scrunching his eyebrows in determination.

"Nope!" He said smiling as he plucked the phone easily from Kyd's grasp.

"Nope?" Kyd asked confusedly.

"Nope. You are not gonna spend your Christmas all alone locked up in your room. You're spending it with me in Alabama!" Said Billy excitedly.

"But Billy I-"

"Oh come on! Betcha never had a Christmas in Alabama have ya?" Billy said happily.

"Billy no! I'm sorry but...this is your time with your family. Your friends and your loved ones...I can't just intrude on that because something went wrong with mine…" Kyd explained to a pretty stubborn Billy Numerous.

"You -are- my family Kyddie. You're always there for me, you listen when I rant, you cheer me up when I'm sad, just let me do this for ya...please?" Billy said, pulling out a face he knew Kyd couldn't ever say no to.

"I...w-well...Okay! Okay, fine just stop pulling that puppy dog face with me." Giggled Kyd finally.

"C'mon, c'mon! We still gotta hurry up and catch a cab for the airport!" Said Billy, dragging a smiling Kyd with him to the once sad road he was just standing on.

Kyd, though uncertain about the whole situation, was happy to get out of the cold and even happier be able to spend Christmas with Billy Numerous.