Ever had a friend that knew exactly what was running through your head just from the look in your eyes? Mine could look at a month old picture of me, and tell whether or not I wanted a cookie, along with what kind of cookie.

I own my blue and black beanie that I bought with my own money. That's about it. No Titans. *sigh* Enjoy!


His best friend had been sprawled on the floor of the common room for almost an hour. Cyborg wouldn't have been worried if the television had been on or Beast Boy was sleeping. The TV had been silent and dark all morning. As far as Cyborg could tell, the small animorph wasn't sleeping. His blue-green eyes had been flickering across the ceiling for the past fifty minutes, as if he was reading a book printed on the panels. Most worrisome of all was the fact the boy hadn't spoken in the entire hour. A quiet Beast Boy meant he was upset or scheming. Neither was a very good omen. Either way, Cyborg wasn't about to let his best friend go through it alone.

"What are you thinking?"

Beast Boy tilted his head back to look at the larger Titan. Eyes locked and then…

"Pineapple and a disco ball, really? You're losing your touch." Cyborg snorted. The green Titan rolled onto his stomach to look at his best friend without cricking his neck.

"Well, what would you do?" Cyborg stepped over the back of the couch and settled down to think. After a few moments, he laughed. Beast Boy searched his face and then began laughing as well.

Rolling back to face the ceiling, Beast Boy smiled.

"Yeah, the ostrich is a good idea. But where are we going to get that many kumquats?"


Oh, wait! Before you go, I want to try and write the 10th shot based on a prompt from somebody other than a caffeine/sugar high or my muse, Waffle. So, send in ideas!