Disclaimer – I own 0% of Teen Titans franchise! Sadly…
A/N – HELLO FRIENDS I AM TAKING A BREAK FROM SNIPPETS TO PARTICIPATE IN BBRAE WEEK. So yeah. Gonna try and include all seven days here :D (even though I'm late on the first one whoops)
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Beast Boy crouched on the roof of an abandoned shanty beside the Amazon River. He was about fifteen miles out from Manaus. It wasn't too far, especially with his distance animal forms. And Beast Boy liked Brazil. He was partial to the hot weather and crowded jungles.
The entire team was spread out all over the world, trying to undermine the Brotherhood of Evil's shenanigans and pick up possible heroes while they were at it. Robin had sent Beast Boy a message on his communicator two days before that Cheshire was traveling toward this general area, and he was to find her and question her. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the weird, quiet mask-lady. But he had assumed she wanted to keep low. According to her villain profile, she was originally from Vietnam. The jungles must be somewhat similar.
One of the people from this village had told him she had seen a suspicious girl wearing a cat – or at least something close to that. Beast Boy's Portuguese was rusty at best. It was sort of close to Spanish, right?
The world was incredibly dark. Beast Boy crossed his legs and sat back, feeling slightly impatient. It was hard to stay an animal in this particular habitat – it would be so easy to just run free. It's the Amazon! He could live forever in that bountiful forest as anything he wanted. Which is exactly what the animals whispered to him from the back of his mind. So it was probably better to stay as a human. Albeit a human with pretty excellent senses.
Beast Boy pulled out his communicator and checked the time. It was midnight. The darkness was deep and it would be a while before dawn broke. And if he was smart, he'd stay awake the whole time. Why did villains have to do their thing at night? Did they sleep?
Trying to pass a bit of the time, he checked his teammate's locations. If the time zones lined up, maybe he could talk to someone. Robin was in Oman, where it was 8 a.m. The Boy Wonder was most likely awake, but probably wouldn't be up for chatting. Starfire was apparently out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, according to her communicator, which meant she was probably flying. Beast Boy's eyes flicked over the little map as he tried to find the blue dot that signified Cyborg. He eventually found it not too far from his, in Mexico.
"That's only two hours behind!" Beast Boy whispered to himself. He quickly tapped out a little message.
Hey, dude! I'm bored. Can I call?
Two minutes later, his communicator buzzed back.
Sorry, B. I gotta get into the wrestling biz down here. Apparently it's the only way to Pantha.
Beast Boy growled in frustration. There was one more Titan he could call, and he wasn't to certain she'd want to hear from him anyway. Groaning slightly, he went back to the map to look for Raven's purple dot.
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Raven had decided very quickly that she hated Greenland. Specifically the teeny, tiny town of Qaanaaq. Even in her thick winter cloak, the icy chill still managed to cut her down to the bone. She had been flying in her section of the T-ship from a meeting with Kole and Gnarrk on the whole Brotherhood situation, and apparently neglected to notice how low on supplies she was. So, she stopped in the only town for hundreds of miles – Qaanaaq.
It was very cold in Qaanaaq. And also very, very snowy. Raven hated snow.
She was currently sitting in the dining room of a bed and breakfast. If you could call it that. It was basically a table and a chair, with the kitchen implements about five feet to her right. A small window looked out on a black, star-filled sky. A candle made of fat burned in front of her hands. The house was heated, but the system was old and rickety. Raven still wore her cloak indoors, plus her uniform and the reindeer-fur sweater the woman who owned the B&B made for her. The old woman was so happy to have a customer that she had spent hours sitting in the corner and knitting, much to Raven's discomfort. There was nowhere else to go, leaving her sitting politely with a woman who boiled her tea over an open fire and spoke heavily accented Danish.
Raven tapped her fingernails on the wooden surface of the table, wishing she had a book with her. Everything besides her small bag of toiletries and an extra uniform was still in the T-ship, which sat at the tiny airport. Hopefully, she would be leaving in the morning. She pulled out her communicator and checked the time. It was just after midnight. Raven considered going to the little bedroom down the hall she had been assigned and going to sleep, but it seemed much too cold. Which was stupid, because the night would only get colder.
Just as she was about to put her communicator away, it buzzed. She looked at it in surprise. A message. She picked up the little yellow device and opened it.
Hi, Rae. U up?
It was Beast Boy. Raven scowled slightly. Of all the people she wanted to talk to…
Can I call?
She stared at the communicator. Her heart had quickened slightly in her chest – why, she wasn't sure. Did she want to talk to Beast Boy right now?
I'm homesick.
She felt a twinge of pity. Letting out a sigh, she murmured, "I'm going to regret this."
Sure, Beast Boy.
Almost immediately, her communicator buzzed with an incoming transmission. She cradled it in her fingers for a moment, wondering if she was making a mistake. On the third round of buzzing, she flipped it open.
Beast Boy's face was lit only by the light from his communicator. Everything else around him was dark. Raven could hear the chatter of background noise – creatures of the night, she assumed. He flashed a toothy smile and waved a gloved hand at the screen.
"I didn't think you would pick up," he whispered. Raven blinked.
"I almost didn't," she murmured in her usual deadpan. Beast Boy rolled his eyes playfully. On his end, there was a sudden, high pitched howl. Raven started, but the changeling barely flinched. "What was that?"
"Howler monkey," Beast Boy said. "Up pretty late. Maybe it saw a jaguar."
"Where are you?" she asked. He must have been in a jungle, most likely in South America.
"Brazil," he answered. "And your communicator says it's in some town I can't pronounce."
"Qaanaaq," she said, a slight smile threatening her mouth.
Beast Boy scratched his chin, his green eyes flicking skywards. "That's spelled the same forwards and backwards!"
This time, she couldn't keep the smile off of her face. "I didn't notice that."
They talked for upwards of an hour. Raven found herself relaxing in Beast Boy's presence, even laughing at a few of his jokes. At around one-thirty in the morning, Beast Boy grew silent. Raven assumed he was getting tired; she definitely was.
"Can you see the moon?"
She was caught off guard by the question. "From where I'm sitting?"
"Yeah." Beast Boy had set down the communicator on the roof and was now just a dim shape. His eyes glowed slightly in the dark though, and she saw they were facing the sky. Raven glanced out of the window next to her and saw the silver sliver of the moon, sitting in a basket of stars.
"I can see it."
Beast Boy was quiet for a moment. "Isn't it funny," he began, "that that is the same moon I'm looking at now?"
Raven blinked a few times. A slight blush had settled on her cheeks, and she wasn't sure why.
Beast Boy continued without a response. "We're thousands of miles apart, Rae. On opposite ends of the world. And we're looking at the exact same thing."
The moon had never looked so interesting before. Raven couldn't take her eyes off of the sky. She could almost imagine emerald eyes staring back.
"Really makes you feel close," Beast Boy whispered. The sorceress blushed profusely, taken out of her trance.
"To home!" he added on, embarrassment flooding his voice. "Ya know. Same moon we see at the Tower."
"Yeah," Raven mumbled. Later in the evening, after both had signed off, Raven lay in her bed, surrounded by fur-lined blankets. There was another small window facing the same direction as the one in the kitchen. She focused her gaze on the sky as she fell asleep.
Her eyes refused to leave the moon.
Over five thousand miles south, Beast Boy's didn't either.