She Asked For The Moon
A/N: And I continue to be amazed by the amount of response. (4 alerts...oh, wow... that's more alerts than everything else put together...and six reviews! Oh wow, that's tying with a oneshot that's been up for far longer!) So due to the enormous response, I am now updating again.
A/N 2: I said this was going to be the last chapter before major style changes? I was wrong. I found a cache of discarded writings from about three months ago - my computer's a maze with hidden treasures...and hey, they're usable, and in the same style, so why not? Next chapter's going to be the one I'll have to change styles rapidly, and, if I'm really lucky - because I didn't really look at that massive chunk of writing - it might even be the one after that. I'm feeling good now!
A/N 3: Raven's 'insanity' scene was one of four 'at-home' scenes that I wrote. Since the material's not really conducive to the story, I'm still debating on whether or not to include it. If you guys want to see it, PM me - or leave a review. It's...really...cracky. Very, very, cracky. (Mostly involves Raven hunting down Rob and Cy, since Star's really not involved in this.)
Warnings: BBRae, -major, major crack-, major randomness, (humor/crack here with plot...which is possibly worse.)
Disclaimer: School equals too busy to watch TT. T.T ...still don't own anything except that DVD which I'm sure I've got...somewhere...
Now. Long notes over - again - so, shoo. Read.
Beast Boy slowed to a halt outside S.T.A.R., leaving the small machine chugging gently.
Behind him he left a trail of green devastation ("Mommy, mommy, why is there green fur in my ice cream?") but if he'd noticed he didn't care. ("Noooo...My beautiful red Ferrari hood paint job, ruined, all ruined!" "There, there, I'm sure they'll get the moped tire marks out...eventually.")
He did stop to notice the place where he'd clipped the traffic light, though, owing that it'd created a truly impressive dent in his helmet. ( --The next morning-- "Hey, Robin, the Daily Planet's feature of a slanted traffic light as an Art Nouveau exhibit kinda looks like you!" "Shut up, Cy." "Friends, we must not figh- That picture resembles you closely, friend Robin!" "...Why do I even bother talking to you guys?")
Beast Boy grinned the widest smile as he looked up, up, beyond the curve of the sky, to where the small moon hung, waiting to be pulled down to Earth, to Raven. He smiled and re-adjusted his backpack. He was gonna need it, when he flew to the moon.
Brrring. Brrring.
Beast Boy hauled out his T-Comm and flipped it open.
"Yeah?"
"Friend Beast Boy!" Starfire exclaimed out of it. Behind her Cyborg and Robin clustered together to wave hi to him.
"Hey, guys. Whassup?"
"We have been missing you, please come home soon. Raven is not taking the strain well."
"The strain? Have there been villains out or something?"
"No, Beast Boy. There's been very little crime, actually, something we're all quite happy about."
"Yeah, Mr. Leader here's actually been taking breaks from all the training and stuff. Although that might have something to do with Star 'persuading' him to do things. Whipped, I say, whipped!"
"Shut up, Cy."
"No, it is not the criminals that Raven is taking strain from, it is your disappearance."
Beast Boy blinked. He'd known Raven would miss him, just not this soon. Perhaps...perhaps he'd have a chance with her after all! Maybe he'd get lucky, and she'd be really happy and cheer for him, maybe she'd laugh at more of his jokes, maybe...maybe...
"Aww, look at the cute little grass stain."
"I think he misses Raven almost as much as she misses him."
"Friend Beast Boy? Um, I do not how to say this in human terms and politely, but...you are leaking fluid from your mouth...you are feeling well, are you not?"
It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was more like a twilight and vaguely ozone-smelling three in the morning, but it was the time that Beast Boy chose to walk in and grab the jetpack. The trouble was? He hadn't realised that the labs had security.
BZZT!
It'd been his fifth try to get in by changing into various species of fly, and every time he came out a little steamier, a little smokier, a little more...flambeed, but it'd never hurt as bad as that one time when Raven'd swatted him.
BZZT!
Really, he would've learned by now, but there were so many different places he could fly into and hope, with all his little buggy heart, that-
BZZT!
- they'd forgotten to equip the place with -
BZZTBZZTBZZZT!
L-l-l-lightning. Or 220 volts, as the security sign in front of the main box connecting the power supply together said in big red letters and numbers.
Okay, what would Robin do? Hm. He'd have to dress up like his leader to think like him, which was a good thing because his emergency backpack (that he'd brought with him) should have reminders of everyone in the team, which included Robin.
Okay, um, first, change back to human then make your way back to the B-ped.
Beast Boy reverted back to human form, feeling all his fur standing on end, even the fur under his spandex. Static electricity still flickered its way along his fur, jumping from point to point. It felt kinda ticklish, actually.
He started giggling. The giggles caused the fur on his stomach to rub against his spandex, working up even more static.
He stopped giggling when the static built up to enough that it shocked him.
A few minutes later, a traffic light with green predominant (especially the head and arms) sat, thinking about things behind a mask.
Lessee. I gotta get into S.T.A.R., then get out and aim at the moon with a jetpack and some rope so's that I can pull the moon down. To get to the jetpack and rope I gotta get in. So I gotta be like Robin and kungfu my way in. Okie, I'm done, time to take this really tight spandex off. How does he even move in this thing?
A burst of sound erupted through the night, sending birds flying from the trees, and scaring all the unsheltered humans within a fifty-mile radius.
The next day the S.T.A.R. cameras would show a green gorilla trying to roundhouse kick the wall and failing.
"OWOWOWOWOWOW!" Beast Boy hopped around, shaking his feet and trying his hardest to recover from kicking two-foot thick concrete.
Okay, Plan B.
He aimed for what he thought was the weakest spot of the wall, changed into rhinoceros, and charged.
The part of the wall he was originally aiming at was reinforced with steel, from the inside and out, due to possibilities of S.T.A.R.'s experiments going wrong.
Fortunately for Beast Boy, his rhino form couldn't see that well, and Beast Boy was still somewhat shocked and dizzy from his last two encounters with the the perimeter security of the Labs. He changed directions several times while still thinking he was going straight, and ended up plowing into the weakest section of the wall (and, incidentally, also the one that did the most damage).
What he actually did was plow into the main power supply for S.T.A.R., which had the happy effect of knocking out all electrical systems within the labs, including the electrical force field surrounding the perimeter.
Unfortunately for Beast Boy, jarring the electrical wires with a fairly sharp horn caused them to fray and send all 10,000 volts of power contained in S.T.A.R.'s electrical system through Beast Boy's horn.
Hair is a conductor.
BA-ZOW!
Moments later, a kaleidoscope of flickering green animals, all with feathers or fur on end, staggered in through the largest pre-lasered-security-system gap in the wall.
Rope? Roperoperoperoperoperoperoperoperoperope... Where'm I gonna find one? S.T.A.R.'s confusing. I only half-understand anything they write down...
Unfortunately for Beast Boy, that half-understanding of S.T.A.R.'s written word included the signs on the walls.
'Power Room, 025, 180. Contamination disallowed. Disintegration possible if samples meander through containment barriers.'
'Feminine Facilities. 024, 036. Warning: Severe pain will follow if you enter here needlessly. Masculine facilities are 024, 032!'
'Labyrinth. 023, 295D. Password: Cyborg. Contains experimental samples. Current: Carbon nano-tube fibre strands weldermerged to form a deoxyribonucleic structure. Also, Lunar astronomy via fission-propelled drone with the aid of bionics department.'
Beast Boy followed the second sign.
A moment later, he was chased out, screaming, by two female employees disturbed from their...activities.
"Gotta run, gotta run, gotta hide - how was I supposed t'know that was the toilet?!"
Ending up back at the start, he looked through to the first and third sign.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!"
First sign.
Screams and explosions heralded his hasty exit.
Third sign.
After various mischievous acts of foolishness, Beast Boy got through even more security (geez, who puts in 82 levels of security, anyways? Even if they don't work because of no power?) to reveal the jetpack, in all its glory, resting on a pedestal in the middle of the room. And it was glorious - more glorious than seeing the horrified expressions of Cyborg and Robin caught in an...intimate...situation, more glorious than seeing Batman change his opinion of Beast Boy, especially after the Spork Incident, more glorious, even, than Raven finally laughing at one of his jokes...it was glorious.
More shiny glorious, really, because a guy who worked there must've placed a spotlight directly above the jetpack, so that it basked in a backup-generator-generated light.
Behind the jetpack was a small coil of rope. It seemed gray and dreary compared to the ooh SHINY! vision of the jetpack in front of it, and in fact was grey and dreary compared to the blue and green reflecting mirrors that were called walls in the jetpack-containing room.
The jetpack was real, it was the fulfillation of his dream, it was the thing that was...designed to be on Cyborg's...back... Beast Boy could feel his excitement draining away.
He flounced over to it, shouldering the straps over his shoulders. The cool metal of the boosters rested against his neck. He was ready to go to the moon, and he was ready to look cool, totally like Superman! He jumped up onto the pedestal, stretching an arm up to the sky, basking in the light of the spotlight.
Bending backwards in an arch, he grabbed a length of the rope, bundling it up and tying a bit of it around his waist. As he straightened to pose again into the spotlight, the rest trailed off the pedestal and lay still, a gray snake whose tail was lying halfway across the cathedral-sized room. "Away from Earth and BEYOND! ...Sweet, I'm like the Martian dude!" Beast Boy misquoted, not really caring who was listening.
He should've.
The green changeling suddenly realised he had no idea where the on-off switch was, so he started twitching the hand that wasn't raised high into the air around behind him.
The heavily-reinforced door he had (finally) snuck in through burst open, and in front of him stood several scientists in biohazard suits wielding very big guns.
"Freeze, we have you surrounded! Put your hands up - okay, put both hands up or else!"
"Yes," said a second scientist from behind the first suit, "Do you see any other exits? You can't-"
Beast Boy, staring in pure panic at them, twitched the hand that was fingering the jetpack up, in his haste triggering the on-off switch that was at the nape of his neck.
Wrrrrrr... VOOOOOOM
Crash.
"-Escape from us!"
"Bert, I do believe he can."
Still pointlessly speechifying, Bert looked at his colleague. "And where would he escape from, hm?"
"Perhaps through the hole in the roof that he just created?"