Summary: This is the saddest thing I've ever written, so if you don't have
any tissues handy, don't let the disclaimer hit you on the way out. I know
everything has already been written in stone in the comic books, but this
is based on the TV series. Yes, this is a Raven/BB; Robin/Starfire fic,
because any other way is just wrong.
Genre(s): Tragedy, Romance, Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here
right now.
Chapter one: Denial It had finally happened. Nobody wanted to believe it at first, but it happened. Robin sat on the couch in the living room staring into space; he would neither eat nor speak nor do anything but sit there. Cyborg tried to make everything right again in his mind by locking himself in his room and repeating the same thing to himself over and over again: "She isn't gone. She isn't gone. She isn't gone..." Beast Boy finally snapped out of it and realized that he was just a teenager pretending to be a superhero. Even Raven was shook up. Wherever she went in the tower, things hovered around her, before bursting into millions of pieces. Starfire was dead.
Beast Boy came skulking into the kitchen on the fourth day to find Raven sitting at the kitchen table. He opened the refrigerator door and the soy milk glowed black and floated out to him. "Thanks," he said in a voice very much unlike that of the usual Beast Boy. Raven didn't look up, but said, "He still hasn't moved. Ever since we got back, he's just been sitting there." Beast Boy sat down across from her and drank the milk straight out of the carton. He morphed into the kitten that Starfire loved so much and curled up on the edge of the table, cold and alone and scared. Raven got up and moved into the living room; she figured that she should at least attempt to send a transmission to those on Tamaran informing them of Starfire's death. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. As much as Raven had hated her bubbly-ness, she missed Star. She sank to her knees beside the couch, shoulders shaking in silent sobs. All over the tower, things glowed black and flew around, but she didn't care. A green kitten dodged the flying Gamestation and crawled to Raven's side, tears streaming down his face. She opened her eyes and leaned back against the couch, holding Beast Boy the kitten to her shoulder.
Cyborg, who had been locked in his room for the past five days, finally got up and out into the tower. He could hear nobody anywhere, nor could he see anything glowing black and exploding. He walked slowly down the stairs. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the main room of the tower, but didn't wake the other three Titans, who had finally fallen asleep. Robin was slumped over on the couch with a blanket across his shoulders. Raven and Beast Boy (who was no longer a kitten) were curled up together unknowingly on the floor beside the couch on the opposite end from Robin. Cyborg clunked over to the window and stared out at the cloudy bay of Jump City. From where he was, he could not see the rest of Jump City, but he could tell that the cheerful citizens didn't know what had happened. Behind him, Raven stirred in her sleep, and Beast Boy's arm slipped around her waist. Cyborg thought of the blackmail that he would be entitled to if he took a picture of this, but he decided not to. He just didn't feel like it. He didn't feel like much lately. He was still standing at the window when Raven awoke, Beast Boy's arm still around her waist. "No matter how many times you tell yourself otherwise, she's gone, isn't she?" Cyborg asked her. "I guess so." Beast Boy stirred, and Raven ran her fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "I don't want to believe it, but she's gone. She's—dead." Cyborg came and sat on the step down into the living room from the kitchen by the couch. "Now what?" he asked. "What do you mean, now what?" "It ain't likely that the Teen Titans will ever be the same. Especially Robin. He loved her, you know. She was like a sister to the rest of us." Beast Boy surprised them both by saying, "I don't want her to go." He hugged Raven a little tighter, a tear falling from his eye to her shoulder.
"I thought you were still asleep," said Raven, removing her hand from his head. "Not anymore." Robin moved on the couch, and a tear ran down his nose to land on the carpet. He opened his eyes and looked around. He sat halfway up and saw Cyborg sitting on the step down. "Mornin', sunshine," said Cyborg gloomily. Robin didn't respond, but another tear fell to his lap. Everyone sat like so for close to ten minutes, the silence broken only by occasional sniffs from Beast Boy. Suddenly, The TV flickered on with an incoming alert. It was Slade. From wherever he was, he looked around at those in the tower's main room. "Why so glum, Titans? Surely you're not still moping about the loss of your little Tamaranian friend, are you? Robin, I told you what would happen if you didn't do what I said. Now look at yourself. You haven't eaten in days, haven't said anything, either." He looked over at Cyborg. "And you've neglected to polish yourself, my fine robot." Slade's attention turned to Raven and Beast Boy, who had disentangled themselves from each other, but were still sitting quite close; Beast Boy still had his right arm around the back of Raven's waist. "But Birdy and the Beast look fine to me. They're getting over Robin's loss of a romantic relationship by starting one of their own." Beast Boy quickly removed his arm from Raven's waist, and a lamp exploded across the room. "Touchy, aren't you, Raven? That lamp looked expensive." Raven said back to him in a venomous voice, "Go to hell. You and my father would get along just fine." Slade promptly returned his attention to Robin, who spoke for the first time since he saw Starfire fall from the dusky sky. "You killed Starfire. Give me three days, and I'll come kill you." The other Titans were quite startled by this news. Sure, they knew he was mad...fighting mad...but could he actually kill Slade? [A/N: That was really long. I didn't mean for it to be that long, but it is, and long it shall stay. As of now, I do have chapter two written and I'll try to post it as soon as I can.]
Chapter one: Denial It had finally happened. Nobody wanted to believe it at first, but it happened. Robin sat on the couch in the living room staring into space; he would neither eat nor speak nor do anything but sit there. Cyborg tried to make everything right again in his mind by locking himself in his room and repeating the same thing to himself over and over again: "She isn't gone. She isn't gone. She isn't gone..." Beast Boy finally snapped out of it and realized that he was just a teenager pretending to be a superhero. Even Raven was shook up. Wherever she went in the tower, things hovered around her, before bursting into millions of pieces. Starfire was dead.
Beast Boy came skulking into the kitchen on the fourth day to find Raven sitting at the kitchen table. He opened the refrigerator door and the soy milk glowed black and floated out to him. "Thanks," he said in a voice very much unlike that of the usual Beast Boy. Raven didn't look up, but said, "He still hasn't moved. Ever since we got back, he's just been sitting there." Beast Boy sat down across from her and drank the milk straight out of the carton. He morphed into the kitten that Starfire loved so much and curled up on the edge of the table, cold and alone and scared. Raven got up and moved into the living room; she figured that she should at least attempt to send a transmission to those on Tamaran informing them of Starfire's death. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. As much as Raven had hated her bubbly-ness, she missed Star. She sank to her knees beside the couch, shoulders shaking in silent sobs. All over the tower, things glowed black and flew around, but she didn't care. A green kitten dodged the flying Gamestation and crawled to Raven's side, tears streaming down his face. She opened her eyes and leaned back against the couch, holding Beast Boy the kitten to her shoulder.
Cyborg, who had been locked in his room for the past five days, finally got up and out into the tower. He could hear nobody anywhere, nor could he see anything glowing black and exploding. He walked slowly down the stairs. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. The sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the main room of the tower, but didn't wake the other three Titans, who had finally fallen asleep. Robin was slumped over on the couch with a blanket across his shoulders. Raven and Beast Boy (who was no longer a kitten) were curled up together unknowingly on the floor beside the couch on the opposite end from Robin. Cyborg clunked over to the window and stared out at the cloudy bay of Jump City. From where he was, he could not see the rest of Jump City, but he could tell that the cheerful citizens didn't know what had happened. Behind him, Raven stirred in her sleep, and Beast Boy's arm slipped around her waist. Cyborg thought of the blackmail that he would be entitled to if he took a picture of this, but he decided not to. He just didn't feel like it. He didn't feel like much lately. He was still standing at the window when Raven awoke, Beast Boy's arm still around her waist. "No matter how many times you tell yourself otherwise, she's gone, isn't she?" Cyborg asked her. "I guess so." Beast Boy stirred, and Raven ran her fingers through his hair absentmindedly. "I don't want to believe it, but she's gone. She's—dead." Cyborg came and sat on the step down into the living room from the kitchen by the couch. "Now what?" he asked. "What do you mean, now what?" "It ain't likely that the Teen Titans will ever be the same. Especially Robin. He loved her, you know. She was like a sister to the rest of us." Beast Boy surprised them both by saying, "I don't want her to go." He hugged Raven a little tighter, a tear falling from his eye to her shoulder.
"I thought you were still asleep," said Raven, removing her hand from his head. "Not anymore." Robin moved on the couch, and a tear ran down his nose to land on the carpet. He opened his eyes and looked around. He sat halfway up and saw Cyborg sitting on the step down. "Mornin', sunshine," said Cyborg gloomily. Robin didn't respond, but another tear fell to his lap. Everyone sat like so for close to ten minutes, the silence broken only by occasional sniffs from Beast Boy. Suddenly, The TV flickered on with an incoming alert. It was Slade. From wherever he was, he looked around at those in the tower's main room. "Why so glum, Titans? Surely you're not still moping about the loss of your little Tamaranian friend, are you? Robin, I told you what would happen if you didn't do what I said. Now look at yourself. You haven't eaten in days, haven't said anything, either." He looked over at Cyborg. "And you've neglected to polish yourself, my fine robot." Slade's attention turned to Raven and Beast Boy, who had disentangled themselves from each other, but were still sitting quite close; Beast Boy still had his right arm around the back of Raven's waist. "But Birdy and the Beast look fine to me. They're getting over Robin's loss of a romantic relationship by starting one of their own." Beast Boy quickly removed his arm from Raven's waist, and a lamp exploded across the room. "Touchy, aren't you, Raven? That lamp looked expensive." Raven said back to him in a venomous voice, "Go to hell. You and my father would get along just fine." Slade promptly returned his attention to Robin, who spoke for the first time since he saw Starfire fall from the dusky sky. "You killed Starfire. Give me three days, and I'll come kill you." The other Titans were quite startled by this news. Sure, they knew he was mad...fighting mad...but could he actually kill Slade? [A/N: That was really long. I didn't mean for it to be that long, but it is, and long it shall stay. As of now, I do have chapter two written and I'll try to post it as soon as I can.]