Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Glen Murakami. I disclaim them!
Pairings: If any pairings show up, they're probably going to be Beast Boy/Raven or Robin/Starfire.
Author's Note: This started out a lot fluffier and then sort of...ended, as I got pressed for time. Hope you shippers anjoy it anyway!
Heaven
It's winter, and it's freezing, and it's raining, and everybody's yelling and God for once all he wants to do is sleep. For hours, right there next to the window where the sun warms up the glass and the rug, and it's like a little slice of heaven. Nobody else really gets it, because sleeping on the floor isn't really the same unless you can take the form of a small furry quadruped, such as a cat. Which he can, so he does, but it's raining outside so there's no sun to warm up his spot. He hisses at the world in general and tries to find someplace warm.
The entire Tower is pretty much sub-zero.
The only place he's able to find that doesn't feel like it's coated in ice is in Cyborg's room next to the computer. Actually, it's nice, he starts to think as the low hum of machinery begins to lull him to sleep. Running twenty-four-seven, the computer has worked up a little circle of heat right around it, and if he curls up right up next to it, it's very toasty. He's able to drift off for…he's not sure how long, but definitely not long enough. He has forgotten that Cyborg doesn't let him near the computer anymore – "Anywhere within a thousand-foot radius of my room," were the exact words, actually. Cyborg, however, has not forgotten, and is all too happy to remind him.
"And stay out!"
Beast Boy hisses at the world in general and now also Cyborg specifically. He cocks his head and listens carefully. It is silent. He brightens. It must have stopped raining! He trots to his own room, still in cat form, and pokes his head through the doorway. His heart sinks. It's stopped raining, but the sun has set. He narrows his eyes and backs out of the room, listening once again. He slinks down the hallway, following the quiet murmuring to Raven's room. The door is propped open with a book, and he takes a risk and slips through. A blanket wrapped around her, she mutters aloud as she reads. When she shivers, he decides to take his life into his paws once again, because screw it, it's cold, and he leaps into her lap. Only after he's settled into the folds of the blanket does he dare look up, but she only raises an eyebrow and continues to read.
He gets away with so much more in animal form.