Summary: Inspired, of course, by Emania's It Only Takes a Moment series. A series of short Moments from yours truly inspired by this most awesome vignette chain.
AN: Yeah, I totally blame Em for this. Puck and Raef have been meeting secretly, methinks. grumbles Sneaky muse bastards… But yeah. So. Little random, more or less unrelated snapshots in time that could be viewed separately from IOTAM, but, who knows, maybe they run right alongside and are hidden snippets you've never seen… waggles fingers spookily Woooo…
Also, I didn't ask Em for permission to do this… but I don't think she'll be very mad at me. I shall mollify her with a dedication and promises of chocolate, mwhehehe…
Disclaimer: I don't. Own. ANY. OF IT! I mean, c'mon, I'm writing a fanfic about a fanfic. Take the hint before I'm tempted to shove it down your throat.
Disclaimer 2: I'm only doing this once, so pay attention. While not necessary, it is strongly suggested that you read Emania-Hilel's "It Only Takes a Moment" before reading further. I mean, it oughta be pretty obvious from the title, but they're kinda related.
Dedication: For Em, for all she's given, and because I want to give a little back.
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Snapshot 1: Support
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"I'm here when you need me, whether you want me or not." -- Anonymous
The alarms blared to life in a blazing warning of spinning red light and shrill sound, and the young heroes called Titans dropped what they were doing, and headed for battle.
They were taken by surprise by a new villain, a chilly, stoic young man who threw sheets of ice under the heroes' feet, blankets of snow into their eyes, and blasts of frigid air to throw the flyers off their course.
After several blind, scrabbling rounds in which it looked like the Titans might be losing, Cyborg got fed up and blasted a lance of sound waves in the direction he had last seen their frosty foe. The blast caught him a glancing blow and sent him spinning painfully into the steps of the Bank of Perez, and he lay there, stunned and gasping for breath.
The arctic gales died down and the snow flurries abated to little drifting flakes of white, and Starfire alighted upon the stone steps standing over the fallen thief, casting a green glare over him and holding her blazing fists over him in clear warning. Beastboy took the bag of stolen money from his hand, and Cyborg encased his hands in full-closure cuffs, so he couldn't beset them with blizzards again.
"Well, that's that."
Robin glanced over his shoulder as Raven settled to the ground, shaking clumps of snow from her cloak, and tossing back her hood to attempt to dislodge what had gotten into her hair. Her feet touched down on a patch of ice, and with a sharp cry, they came out from under her.
Robin reacted quick as a Flash, catching Raven around the elbow with one hand and steadying her with another at her waist. "Woah, careful! You okay?"
Blushing, Raven submitted to his touch until she found her footing, and he released her without having to be asked when she straightened. If his fingers lingered on her arm a half-second longer than necessary, it could be only out of concern.
Concern. Of course.
"I'm fine." She hid another flush and ducked her head graciously. "Thanks for the support."
He smiled at her brightly enough to warm the chill that had settled into her from the fight. "Anytime." Shivering suddenly, he glanced over to where the police were trundling the catch of the day into the back of a paddy wagon, under the careful supervision of the other three Titans. "I don't know about you, but I'm freezing. Let's go home, shall we?" He cast her another warm smile. "I'll even make you some tea to warm you up."
Raven smiled back slightly. "Sure," she agreed, but decided she didn't feel cold at all.
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AN: So, er, yeah. The first one. Not my best work, and I'm not sure I even like it, but it was the idea that jumpstarted this whole train wreck in the first place, so I figured I may as well write it.
I don't know how many more of these there might be, or how frequently I might post them, but I don't think any of them will be particularly long. They'll probably continue to be just as shoddy and superficial as this one, too, sorry. And I don't think they'll likely fall in order, either…
Anyway, if this were to be viewed in relation to Em's IOTAM, I suppose this would fall somewhere around the beginning-to-middle of Moments. sighs Please don't hate me.