Author's note: So, I'm still chasing a muse.
Please note that I still don't own the Teen Titans. And I don't think DC Comics will sell them for what I can afford.
Morsels
26) Classified
"Yes, I'd like to place a classified ad. Vehicles wanted. Um, would a moped go under motorcycles? Yes. No. I'd just like it to say, 'Wanted: moped. Vintage Lambretta or Vespa. Paying up to two thousand dollars depending on condition.' Yea, that's all. Oh, a phone number. 555-8867. Can you repeat that back? Yea, that's good. How long? Um. Just two weeks. Yes, go ahead and mail me a bill. Thanks."
A polite cough came from behind him as he hung up the phone. Startled, he turned and found Raven standing in his doorway.
"Was that a want ad for what I think it was?" she asked.
"Yea," he replied. "Cyborg and I are going to get it for his birthday."
Raven smirked as she turned to leave. "He's going to love it."
27) Litter
They had all agreed it was the right thing to do, and that they could find one weekend a month to look after it. So, along the coastal highway into Jump City, proud blue signs declared, "Adopt-A-Highway: TEEN TITANS".
28) Groan
"Mmmmrrghuh"
Four heads swiveled to identify the foreign noise. Eight eyes landed on the pale visage of Robin, bracing himself against the doorway to the common room.
"Friend Robin, you should still be in bed, resting. You will not get better if you do not rest. And worse, you will share the flu bug with the rest of us," Starfire admonished as she got up, intending to help Robin back to bed.
"Dude," Beast Boy added helpfully, "What she said."
"Ghwater," Robin mumbled.
"Starfire, help him back to bed, and I'll bring a water and some hot tea," Raven said.
Starfire nodded and picked up their leader in her arms. Carefully, she carried him back to bed.
29) Scarring
Raven frowned as she looked at her damp skin. Two years had passed since Slade had made himself known to them as Trigon's agent. Just over 18 months since Trigon's failed attempt to destroy her world. And the scars were still visible. Faint marks in her skin where her birthmark had burned through. They were always more visible when she got out of the shower. But they weren't the scars she was ashamed of.
30) Where
"So where do you go when you drive around?" Raven asked as she handed Cyborg the wrench he had asked for.
From under the car he called 'Baby', Cyborg responded, "You know. Just out. Out where its just me, the road, the car. Out where I feel normal."
31) Gloves
"Come on, BB. We do this every year," Cyborg said.
Beast Boy sat on the table in the Titans medical bay, looking down at his hands in his lap. "I know, Cyborg, I know. But it doesn't mean I have to like it. Stupid physicals."
Cyborg sighed softly, "I know BB. But we've got to do this. I've got to do this. I don't want to see something bad happen to you."
"Can't you just put down, 'No visible changes'? I mean, I look at them every night. And it's what you've put down every year. You know it's what you're going to put down this year."
Closing his eyes, Cyborg took three deep breaths. "This is the first year you turned into the Beast."
Nodding sadly, Beast Boy peeled off his gloves. Revealed were the hands that, since he was six, ended in sharp claws.
32) Sink
He faced off against his enemy. It would be one of the more formidable fights of his life. But that was what he got for trading dish duty with Cyborg without checking if it was Starfire's night to cook.
33) Cartoons
Saturday morning dawned to find Beast Boy in front of the Titans' television. It was the one time when he knew that he would not have to fight for the remote. Starfire and Cyborg would join him when they got up, Robin tolerated the cartoons. And Raven spent most Saturday mornings catching up on her meditation. This morning, however, was different.
As Beast Boy stretched his arms across the back of the couch, a voice drifted across the room to him. "Why do you watch these... things?"
"'Cause, Raven," Beast Boy replied, resigned to the likelihood that this was going to be another of their 'television rots your brain' conversations.
After a brief pause, Raven's voice broke the air again. "Seriously, Beast Boy. Why do you watch cartoons about superheroes?"
This time it was Beast Boy who took a few moments before answering. While he wanted to reply with a joke, he also knew this was one of the rare moments he and Raven had where they could really understand each other. "I just like watching heroes overcome their troubles. And one day I want to be like them," he said, waving his hand at the television.
"You already are," Raven said.
34)Mending
It had been a long time since he had felt normal. The time he spent infiltrating the HIVE academy, going to classes, dancing with Jinx had brought back memories of normalcy. But when his friends had welcomed him back to the Tower, making him go through the horrors of initiation again, he felt his mending really begin.
35) Stop
"Stop it!" Robin's voice boomed through the common room of the Tower. "If you two don't quit bickering, I am sending you both to your rooms!"
"But, Robin, she started it!" Beast Boy whined, pointing at Raven. In turn, Raven glared back over her tea at Beast Boy.
Robin counted backwards from ten, then back up in his head as he turned his attention fully on Beast Boy. "Beast Boy, I don't really care who started it. I'm stopping it. Right now. You're going to apologize for breaking her kettle." He turned to their half-demon friend, "And, Raven, you are going to apologize to Beast Boy for calling him an immature, self-centered brat."
Raven and Beast Boy both stared at their leader. Raven, incredulous that Robin was telling her to apologize to Beast Boy. Beast Boy amazed that he and Raven were both getting in trouble.
36) Rate
"Robin, can you explain this web site to me?" Starfire asked.
Walking over to the computer Starfire was at, Robin said, "Sure, what are you looking a...oh..." Robin trailed off as he saw the page Starfire had stumbled on. He felt an uncomfortable warmth in his face. "Um. Well, you see..."
Starfire looked back at Robin, "Yes?"
"Well. Some people put their pictures on here so that, um, other people can rate how good they look. Um, and higher scores are better, up to ten."
"So it's good that your picture is rated an eight?" Starfire asked, clicking on a link.
"My WHAT?!" Robin exclaimed. "BEAST BOY!"
37) Guitar
She quietly plucked the strings on the old guitar, playing. It seemed she was always amazed that such poignant sounds could come from such a simple instrument.
38) Alien
Looking around the room, he found himself wondering again who the real alien was. True, Starfire was from another planet, and Raven spent her childhood in another dimension. But Beast Boy could transform into any animal he chose and Cyborg was the product of the most advanced cybernetic science available. Of them all, he himself was the most strange.
39) Rich
The certified letter came on his eighteenth birthday. And with it came a melancholy the other Titans had not seen since Terra died. It was Starfire who found him on the roof that evening, looking out across the sea.
"Please, friend, what is troubling you today?" she asked, quietly walking over to join him.
"Hey, Star," Beast Boy replied, not turning to look at her. As Starfire came to stand beside him, she reached out and took his hand in hers. "That letter this morning. It was from an attorney. Telling me I've come into some money. A lot of money. I'm rich, in fact."
"And this does not make you happy?" Starfire asked, confused.
Still looking out over the sea, Beast Boy sighed. "Nah. Not really. The money's from the trust fund the courts set up when my parents died."
40) Painful
"It hurts when you change, doesn't it," Raven said in the dark, more statement than question.
Opposite his friend on the couch, Beast Boy nodded. Neither of them had been able to sleep and insomnia found them talking in the wee hours. "How did you know?"
Raven closed her eyes for a moment, opening them to look at him. "I feel it, every time you change."
