Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. I totally own the Teen Titans! ;P

Teether, a small, super-powered boy of six years, lay awake quivering in his bed. His ten-year-old brother, Timmy, stared back at him sympathetically from across the room.

Something – most likely a glass object – smashed downstairs. A female scream of rage accompanied it, a furious roar tagging along afterwards. This had been going on for roughly half an hour, the boy mused, but he wasn't entirely sure.

A few swift knocks on the door echoed in the room. "Guys? Are you okay?"

Timmy slipped out of bed and crossed to the door, opening it to reveal an eleven-year-old girl with her blonde hair in bunches. "Yeah, we're holding up, Mel. Right, Teether?"

He nodded hesitantly. Melvin sighed softly, scurrying over to join him on the bed. Somehow, despite the bed being relatively small, the girl could just about squeeze in beside him. "Don't lie to me, Teether; you know it never works." She winked playfully, before wrapping her arms around him in a cuddle. "Aww, come on, buddy… It's okay. It'll be over any minute now."

"N-No, it w-won't…" he stammered, beginning to cry.

Melvin caught one of his tears on her thumb, brushing it away. "Yeah, it will. I promise."

"She's right; the fights never last much longer than this," Timmy assured him, seating himself on the edge of the bed to join the group hug.

Teether sniffed. "Do you really promise?"

Both of his siblings nodded. "Yeah, buddy." "We promise."

He tried to nod, or to say it was okay, but just found himself crying again. Melvin secured her arms around him, while gesturing with an incline of her head that Bobby, her 'imaginary' friend that had been a silhouette in the doorframe this whole time, should enter the room too. Meanwhile, Timmy crawled over him and inched his way under the covers as well, meaning the three siblings were squashed up together like sardines.

Melvin released a pained chuckle. "We probably should have gone in someone else's bed."

Both boys murmured their agreement, but nobody made a move to get out. In fact, they were all snuggled up, Bobby sat atop Timmy's vacant bed to 'keep watch', ready to go to sleep, when…

CRASH!

Teether's lower lip immediately wobbled, his eyes filling with tears. His sister quickly shushed him, combing her fingers through his scruffy blond hair. But the normally-calming motion didn't quite work this time. It could have been because Teether knew what was happening downstairs… but it also could have been because his older brother was beginning to shake slightly behind him too.

Bobby, having made his way towards them at some point during this, tapped Melvin on the shoulder. She turned, waited for a few moments, before nodding in agreement. "Good idea!" She returned her attention to her brothers. "Guys, would it made you feel better if we went downstairs? Then you could see there's nothing to worry about!"

"…Okay," agreed Teether weakly.

"Sure." Timmy nodded, nibbling on his lip. He had gotten much better at controlling his tantrums and freak-outs, but, like his mother, his control slipped sometimes.

As if sensing their nervousness, Melvin cheerily added, "And Bobby will carry us down and everything, so we'll be totally safe no matter what!" Her eyes widened. "Uh, not that we wouldn't be safe anyway, of course."

With that, Melvin began to climb Bobby, locking her arms around his neck and settled into a piggyback-like pose on his back. The large bear then lifted Teether and Timmy, holding a boy in each arm.

"Ready?" whispered Melvin. Both boys nodded, still feeling a little scared. But she just smiled comfortingly. "Let's go then, Bobby."

Bobby exited the room and crept down the small staircase, gently carrying the three children all the way. He paused on the last step, allowing the children to sneak a peek at the sounds and shadows coming from the kitchen. The shadows on the opposite wall leapt and swung at each-other, one constantly shifting into different shapes, the other frequently shooting bolts of magic. Teether began to whimper, as did Timmy, and Melvin's face crinkled in displeasure. Sure, this happened occasionally, but it was never fun to watch… or hear, in all honesty.

Suddenly, another fragile object – a glass jug, it looked like – flew across the room, shattering against the shape-shifting shadow. It morphed again and staggering into the doorway, revealing itself to be a green man clutching a hand to a gash on his arm. Red seeped out from underneath his fingers, staining the torn sleeve of his shirt.

All three kids screamed in unison.

His head snapped up, green eyes growing wide. "K-kids…"

"Gar? Gar, are you okay? Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Raven dashed over to him, draping her arms around his shoulders and speckling his face with kisses. One grey hand rested over his wound, a blue light enveloping it, inducing rapid healing. She cried as she worked, continually mumbling about how sorry she was and how she never meant to actually hurt him.

Garfield Logan – formerly Beast Boy, now known as Changeling – kissed her temple, a worried look on his face. "Rae, calm down. I know you didn't mean it, but… I don't think I'm the one you should be worried about."

"What do you…?" Raven glanced up, noticing the three horror-struck children at the bottom of the staircase, riding on a giant teddy bear. "Oh… I-I, uhm…"

"W-why…?" Teether turned to his siblings. "Why did Mommy hurt Daddy?"

Raven scrubbed at her tears with the back of her hand. "Because Mommy's an inconsiderate, awful person that doesn't deserve Daddy, Teether."

"That's not true!" interjected Garfield, pulling Raven into his lap and hugging her. "It was just an accident that happened because Mommy and Daddy both got too worked up over something silly and couldn't talk things through properly."

"So… Do you still love Mommy?" asked Teether softly.

Feeling a tugging on his shirt, Garfield glanced down to meet Raven's fretful expression. "Do you still love Mommy?"

He smirked, lightly pecking her on the lips. "Of course I still love Mommy. I'll always love Mommy."

She allowed the tiniest smile to grace her mouth. "Good. Because I'll always love you."

"Mom? Dad?" The couple quickly looked up, startled from their own little world, to see Melvin stood before them, fidgeting with the hemline of her pink nightie. When she'd crossed over to them, neither knew. "Why were you two fighting?"

They shared a glance, discomfort flickering in their eyes. "Uh…" Garfield mimicked his famous goofy-grin, pretending everything was cool. "It's nothing, guys. No reason to worry."

"But-" began Melvin, but she was cut off as Garfield pulled her closer, causing her to land on him and Raven.

Her parents swaddled her in a warm hug, exchanging a brief kiss over her head. Timmy scrambled off of Bobby, holding his arms up to help Teether down too, and dragged his younger brother over to the rest of their family. Garfield extended one of his arms to them, leaving the other draped over Raven, who was still embracing Melvin. The two boys joined in, and soon all five of them were giggling at the unusual situation. Sure, Raven had loosened up an incredible amount since the Teen Titans formed, but she would never be much of a hugger, meaning whole-family cuddling was fairly uncommon.

Spotting Bobby still stood at the bottom of the staircase, Raven motioned for him to come over. "Come on, Bobby – after all, you're part of the family, too."

The teddy bear trundled over, kneeling behind Raven and towing the whole huddle against his body. They remained that way for an indefinite amount of time, just enjoying the feelings of love and care radiating from them all. Eventually, though, they had to pull away, sitting back onto the floor and resigning themselves to sweet little smiles at one another.

"Right…" Raven ran a hand through her dishevelled violet hair. "I think that's enough excitement for one night. Why don't we all head up to bed?"

"Aw, Mom!" groaned the three siblings together. Timmy continued, "Mom, can't we stay up a little longer?"

Raven put her hands on her hips. "Timmy, it's practically midnight. You need to get some sleep."

Before he could argue, she had swept him up into her arms. Garfield copied her, capturing Melvin and Teether before they could escape. Bobby calmly stood, taking Teether from Garfield so he could carry Melvin properly. The three adult-figures brought the children upstairs, with a chorus of various protests, taking them to bed.

"Hey, Bobby; I'll swap ya." Garfield offered a struggling Melvin to the bear, taking Teether from him in exchange.

Bobby carried Melvin to her room, tucking her in as she sulked. "You're meant to be my friend," she said, sulking. "You're meant to be on my side."

The bear just ruffled her blonde hair, before crossing to his own bed across the room and settling down. Melvin didn't bother closing her eyes and attempting sleep, as she knew her parents would be through any minute to say goodnight.

In the room next door, Raven and Garfield were tucking in Timmy and Teether. They each kissed both children on the forehead, softly wishing them goodnight. Teether was pretty much asleep when they left the room, and Timmy didn't appear to be going anywhere anytime soon.

Shutting the door, Garfield encircled Raven's waist with his arms. "So… You ready for bed, too?"

"Not yet, Gar." She sighed, relaxing back into him. "The kitchen is a mess, and we still have to say goodnight to Melly…"

Garfield chuckled. "'Melly'? Dude, I am totally taking responsibility for you lightening up!"

She wriggled out of his arms, a little smile on her lips. "Shut up, Garfield."

The couple entered Melvin's room, noting Bobby in his own bed nearby. They kissed the little girl's head and voiced their hope that she'd have sweet dreams, before leaving. But as Garfield left the room, however, Raven hung back a moment.

"Melvin?" The girl looked up at her name. "I… I'm sorry for the side you saw of me tonight. That's a side of me that I absolutely despise, and try very hard to keep down, but… I lost control tonight."

"Like when Timmy has a tantrum without meaning to?" she suggested.

Her mother nodded. "Similar. But, I…"

"Mom," Melvin sent her 'mother' a kind, crooked grin, "it's okay. I know you didn't mean to."

"True, but I did." Raven picked at her own nightgown. "And… I really am sorry. You have nothing to worry about, Melvin; I promise I'll never hurt you, the boys, Bobby or your father ever again."

"I know."

Whispering goodnight a final time, Raven slipped silently from the room, gently closing the door behind her. Somehow, despite knowing perfectly well that he was there, she still jumped as Garfield's arms reclaimed their place around her.

"Are you okay, Rae?"

"More to the point, are you?" she inquired, guilt flooding through her veins. "I slit your arm open with a jug."

"And then you healed it and kissed me, so yes, I'm fine." The changeling's face pressed into the crook of her neck, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. "Stop worrying, Mama."

"Stop calling me 'Mama', and you've got a deal," she joked humourlessly.

He blew a raspberry on the side of her neck, leaving a disgusting wet patch on her skin. She glared down at it, before shifting her glare to him. "Ew."

"Heheh… Love you?" He grinned sheepishly at her.

Raven sighed. "Love you too."

Her petite hands gripped his larger ones over her abdomen, and he began to rock her from side to side. For some reason, she didn't stop him, so he made it into more of a dance, swinging her round and round, laughing with glee the entire time. She rolled her eyes, but let him have his fun; she'd cut open his arm, the least she could do was dance with him. So she twisted around in his embrace, looping her arms around his neck, and moved with the motion.

But Garfield halted abruptly when she united their movements, his stare boring through her. "Rae. Quit it."

She raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Quit what? Going along with you?"

"Exactly!" He held her at arm's length, studying her. "You never go along with me, unless something's wrong!"

"Nothing's wrong," lied Raven, but the scowl he wore conveyed that he didn't believe her.

"I'm warning you, Rae," he said lowly, "if you don't tell me what's the matter, you'll regret it."

"I'll regret it?" she repeated sluggishly.

He nodded. "Uh-huh. I've got ways to make you talk, Rae-Rae…"

Before she could ask what 'ways' he had, the changeling was slipping his fingers up her nightgown, tickling her stomach. She instantly squirmed, choking on her giggles as she tried to shove him off. Unfortunately for her, Garfield was relentless in his attack, slamming her against the wall and pinning her, all the while grazing his fingers along her middle. Raven kicked and thrashed, but her husband didn't give up, leaning in so near that her laughter sent bursts of air across his face.

"Tell me, Rae-Rae!" he sing-songed.

"W-We'll wake the k-kids!" she stuttered, mirth breaking up her speech.

"Then you'd better tell me!"

Tears pricked Raven's eyes from laughing so hard. "F-Fine!" The changeling lessened the force with which he was assaulting her, but didn't let go completely. "I feel guilty because I hurt you, especially in front of the kids, okay?"

As Garfield released her, Raven sank down to the floor, her body heaving with sobs. Her lover just watched, too stunned to do anything. He did eventually snap out of it, though, crouching in front of her.

"Raven?" He grabbed her knees and straightened her legs out, perching himself on top on her thighs, his own knees pressed to the wall on either side of her. "Rae? Rae, please, stop crying. I don't like it when you cry." Garfield raised her head, wiping away her tears with careful thumbs.

"I-I… I just…"

"Shush…" murmured Garfield, bringing their mouths together in a tender kiss. "Chill, Rae-Rae; I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" She gazed at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

He shook his head. "'Course not. Now, c'mon," he chuckled, a smirk on his lips, "we should go to bed too."

"But, the kitchen-"

"Can wait until morning," finished Garfield, standing up.

He held out his hand for Raven, pulling her to her feet. Although, the second she was stood steadily, Garfield had seized hold of her, hoisting her up into his arms.

"Garfield…" Raven didn't know whether she was telling him to stop or continue, but he chose to do the latter anyway.

He hurried to his room with the empath in his arms bridal-style, depositing her daintily onto the bed. Garfield yanked his soiled pyjama shirt off and tossed it to the side, displaying his firm muscles to his wife. Pushing herself back up to the headboard, Raven motioned with one finger for him to come closer.

"C'mon, Gar. We've got to go to bed, haven't we?"

Heheh... Funny story... I wrote this out at my Gran's this weekend, and didn't actually realise until literally as I was posting it that I never mentioned what the fight was about :/ Let's just pretend it was actually a really creative decision to help you, like, use your imagination and fill in the blanks or something? Can we all just go with that, please? *hopeful face*

Thanks for reading, and please review! :)

Oh, and the rating is going up from a K to a T, partly for the, uhm, implications at the end of this, but also because of something that should be in either the next chapter or the one after (it's not that, don't worry!).