Just a little friendship Drabble.

Santa clause is coming to town.

Raven glared at the young teenage girl staring back at her in the mirror, snorting in annoyance and frustration. "This is utterly and completely humiliating." she growled.

"Hey it was either this or pair with BB." Cyborg reminded her on the other side of the changing room. She could see him fumble about with his enormous Santa suit in the mirror and her venomous stare now bore into his armor.

"I would rather listen to a million of his jokes then do this."

Cyborg froze for a second, staring at his teammate in his own mirror with disbelief, but only managed to utter a, "Wow." He fully turned around to face the back of her head, "Look if you don't want to do this then . . I'll call Rob and get you transferred to another assignment. This is supposed to be fun after all and I don't want you uncomfortable."

Raven closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She could sense the sincerity in his offer, but also a pinch of hurt, it's not like the two of them ever had the chance to do anything together these days since she and Beast Boy got together. She opened her eyes and turned around to meet his own.

"No, no it's okay. I . . I can do this."

He raised a concerned brow, "You sure?"

She faced the girl in the mirror in the long red sleeved, tight fitting, Santa outfit with the fuzzy collar and tips of the sleeves complete with a short matching skirt, black boots and Santa hat. "If I can face demons, I can prance around for a few hours like … this." She nearly gagged at the image, but felt Cyborg return to his happy boisterous self.

"Alright!" He fist pumped.

She rolled her eyes, but then heard some kind of whirring noise, like an air mattress being blown up. Looking back at her mechanical friend, he was busy blowing air into his lower legs and pelvic area.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckled, "Last thing I want is for some kid to say my lap is hard."

Raven had been mentally rolling her eyes for the last hour now, but not directed at any of the children, but instead their parents that had been watching. Azarath didn't have holidays, but she had known about them from books she had read about earth and from what Azar had told her, but experiencing them first hand was another thing altogether. When her teammates had told her about Christmas, or at least the idea of Christmas, it seemed like something she could get behind. Azarath was a place of piece and no violence, and a time of year that celebrated this fact seemed right up her ally . . . until she went shopping for gifts. She mentally shuddered at the pounding her psyche had taken that day. Starfire had told her about getting gifts for her friends and since Raven was the kind of person to give something a try at least once, she went along.

Dear god it was a nightmare.

Going to a mall was one thing, but going to a mall during the holiday season was like getting punched over and over again by the big buff guy from Dragonball Z. But the selfishness, the greed, the envy and the desire to one up the "Jones's" down the street was sickening to her. Here she thought this was a time of giving, cheer and charity, but it seemed like anything but, and today was no exception.

Raven discretely scanned the parents as they stood back, clicking photos of their children with their phones. That was another thing Raven didn't understand. Instead of being with their children in the here and now, they had to show everyone else that they were with their children, as if they had an audience somewhere. But once again she could feel the greed and envy wafting off of them. She knew someone who would cream himself being here.

"And What do you want for Christmas little girl?" Raven glanced back at the dark skinned "Santa" with the holo ring as a little girl chattered off her Christmas list, got her picture taken and hopped off of his lap. Raven handed her a little candy cane, with a "Raven smile" and she skipped off.

"Anyone yet?" Raven whispered through her teeth.

"Not yet, but we'll get there." She sighed in exasperation as another child hopped onto his lap. Cyborg quickly got back into character with a deep bellowing voice and rumbling his "belly". "And What is your name young man?"

"Michael Henderson." The little boy answered excitedly.

Cyborgs electronic mind went to work.

Michael Henderson. Age seven. Son of Wallace and Caitlin Henderson. Sisters Lizzie and Erica Henderson ages twelve and fourteen. Father unemployed for the last six months. Finances in dire straits.

"Bingo."

Michael was a bit conflicted, and he had been for the last few months. To him, he was excited that his father was home all the time, but his mother kept acting like it was a very bad thing, not in front of him of course, but he could hear them fighting behind closed doors. His elder sisters told him that it was a bad thing because they didn't have any money now, but he didn't care about that, he was just happy everyone was together for Christmas, even if they didn't have any gifts under their plastic tree.

As he slept peacefully in his bed he was suddenly awoken by an odd noise on top of the roof. At first he ignored it, but the noise sounded odd and a lot like . . . hooves?

He bolted upright, gasping in excitement. "Santa!" He tossed the sheets off of himself, burst from his room and sprinted down the small hallway to the living room, but skidded to a stop inches from the entryway. He pressed his back against the wall and slowly peeked around the corner, the darkness illuminated by the glow from their Christmas lights. He gasped, as quietly as he was able when he saw a large man in a bright red suit placing gifts around the tree. With eyes full of wonder he gasped again. "Santa . ." And suddenly Santa disappeared into a black hole that had formed above him.

Cyborg slipped from the portal back into the T-Car, Raven sitting next to him with a list in her hands, and a whining green Changeling in the back seat.

"Dude, how many more?" Beast Boy whined.

"What are you complaining about, grass-stain? All your doing is clopping on the roof as a reindeer?"

He flopped onto the back seat. "But me and Rae were supposed to cuddle with a cup of hot chocolate in front of the Christmas treeeeeeeeeeee."

Cyborgs eyes widened at the demoness next to him who casually shrugged, "What? It was his Christmas present. All he wanted was to cuddle." Raven didn't turn her head to face him, but she could feel an expression of "just cuddling?" on his face. She shuffled in her seat, "Anyways can we head to the next place? As he just said we have an evening planned."

Cyborg shrugged but looked back at her. "You know you didn't have to wear that?"

She smirked seeing has how he was referring to her Santa outfit. "I had to get Beast Boy to come somehow."