Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. But I could! If they were for
sale, that is, and if I had money!
To those of you who reviewed (as of this update):
Estelar: Thanks. I can't really answer your question; being new to the fan- fiction world, I have yet to learn the jargon. I figure "fluffy" means some sort of romance being hinted at (i.e., not the "main" story). In that case, I say: I don't think so. But I don't really know what will happen. I guess it depends on what I want to write about. Also, someone should tell me what "fluffy" means.
BlackShield: I don't really like sappy either. Hopefully it won't be. Oh, and thanks for the compliment. A few people in my English class said they liked my writing. I didn't really believe them. I'm not a great writer so much as a precise one. I guess that counts for something.
Okay, on to the story:
* * *
"So that's my plan."
Beast Boy spread his hands apart, waiting for a reaction. Robin, Starfire and Cyborg stared at him.
"Well?" prompted the changeling.
"You've had bad ideas before, B.B., but this one is really –"
"I didn't say it was perfect, Cyborg!" This wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "We're just gonna try it, okay? It can't go too badly."
"You really wanna do this?" asked Cyborg. He studied his arm.
"You bet."
"Then I'm gonna have some fun with it."
"Whatever. Just don't mess it up."
Robin put his arm around Starfire.
"Star and I'll leave you to it," he said. They walked off.
Beast Boy watched them go.
"Beast Boy!" yelled Cyborg.
"Huh?" Beast Boy looked over, reddening slightly.
"I said, are you ready to do this?"
Beast Boy gritted his teeth.
"Hit me."
"With pleasure."
* * *
Raven was on the roof again. It was nice to have a peaceful place; most of the time she could count on the other Titans to respect her privacy, but sometimes their company was just too much. Here she could be alone without being – away.
She silently drank in the sounds of early afternoon: birds were chirping, bees were buzzing, blasters were blasting –
Blasters? She frowned. A cry floated up to the roof:
"Someone save my skin!"
Classic Beast Boy. Raven stood and walked to the edge. Another shout:
"Cyborg's gone insane!"
Sure enough, Cyborg was yelling wildly as he took potshots at Beast Boy, who morphed rapidly to avoid them.
Raven considered: Cyborg? Insane? That didn't make sense. It seemed too implausible, too –
She narrowed her eyes as realization came.
She'd have to ask Beast Boy for a copy of the script.
Raven surveyed the scene. Robin and Starfire were conspicuously absent. She sighed. Looked like it was "up to her." She smiled inwardly. No one could say she wasn't ready to help.
* * *
Beast Boy saw a shape moving rapidly toward them. Was it her? He stopped, stared.
"Uh, Cy, you –"
A tree, evidently freshly uprooted and encased in black energy, smacked Cyborg in the back of the head. A second tree came rushing forward and knocked him onto his back. Meanwhile, the first tree continued forward, spinning rapidly end-over-end, and smashed into Beast Boy.
Raven touched down and admired her handiwork. Both boys were stuck underneath some hefty oaks that, until recently, had grown nearby.
Well, Cyborg was stuck, at least – a green mouse scurried out from beneath Beast Boy's tree, and then he was standing in front of her.
Raven watched expectantly, waiting for his next line:
"You saved my life," he managed.
Pathetic.
"You're welcome," said Raven. She turned on her heel.
"Can't I even thank you?"
"Oh no," she intoned. "Saving your life is reward enough."
"Raven, wait up!" It was becoming Beast Boy's rallying cry.
She rolled her eyes and levitated, returning to the roof and the peaceful sounds.
Beast Boy walked inside, deep in thought.
* * *
Robin and Starfire returned some hours later to discover two trees in the yard.
"That's weird," said Robin.
"Yes," agreed Starfire. "We must ask the others about them."
"I'm stuck under a tree," said Cyborg.
To those of you who reviewed (as of this update):
Estelar: Thanks. I can't really answer your question; being new to the fan- fiction world, I have yet to learn the jargon. I figure "fluffy" means some sort of romance being hinted at (i.e., not the "main" story). In that case, I say: I don't think so. But I don't really know what will happen. I guess it depends on what I want to write about. Also, someone should tell me what "fluffy" means.
BlackShield: I don't really like sappy either. Hopefully it won't be. Oh, and thanks for the compliment. A few people in my English class said they liked my writing. I didn't really believe them. I'm not a great writer so much as a precise one. I guess that counts for something.
Okay, on to the story:
* * *
"So that's my plan."
Beast Boy spread his hands apart, waiting for a reaction. Robin, Starfire and Cyborg stared at him.
"Well?" prompted the changeling.
"You've had bad ideas before, B.B., but this one is really –"
"I didn't say it was perfect, Cyborg!" This wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "We're just gonna try it, okay? It can't go too badly."
"You really wanna do this?" asked Cyborg. He studied his arm.
"You bet."
"Then I'm gonna have some fun with it."
"Whatever. Just don't mess it up."
Robin put his arm around Starfire.
"Star and I'll leave you to it," he said. They walked off.
Beast Boy watched them go.
"Beast Boy!" yelled Cyborg.
"Huh?" Beast Boy looked over, reddening slightly.
"I said, are you ready to do this?"
Beast Boy gritted his teeth.
"Hit me."
"With pleasure."
* * *
Raven was on the roof again. It was nice to have a peaceful place; most of the time she could count on the other Titans to respect her privacy, but sometimes their company was just too much. Here she could be alone without being – away.
She silently drank in the sounds of early afternoon: birds were chirping, bees were buzzing, blasters were blasting –
Blasters? She frowned. A cry floated up to the roof:
"Someone save my skin!"
Classic Beast Boy. Raven stood and walked to the edge. Another shout:
"Cyborg's gone insane!"
Sure enough, Cyborg was yelling wildly as he took potshots at Beast Boy, who morphed rapidly to avoid them.
Raven considered: Cyborg? Insane? That didn't make sense. It seemed too implausible, too –
She narrowed her eyes as realization came.
She'd have to ask Beast Boy for a copy of the script.
Raven surveyed the scene. Robin and Starfire were conspicuously absent. She sighed. Looked like it was "up to her." She smiled inwardly. No one could say she wasn't ready to help.
* * *
Beast Boy saw a shape moving rapidly toward them. Was it her? He stopped, stared.
"Uh, Cy, you –"
A tree, evidently freshly uprooted and encased in black energy, smacked Cyborg in the back of the head. A second tree came rushing forward and knocked him onto his back. Meanwhile, the first tree continued forward, spinning rapidly end-over-end, and smashed into Beast Boy.
Raven touched down and admired her handiwork. Both boys were stuck underneath some hefty oaks that, until recently, had grown nearby.
Well, Cyborg was stuck, at least – a green mouse scurried out from beneath Beast Boy's tree, and then he was standing in front of her.
Raven watched expectantly, waiting for his next line:
"You saved my life," he managed.
Pathetic.
"You're welcome," said Raven. She turned on her heel.
"Can't I even thank you?"
"Oh no," she intoned. "Saving your life is reward enough."
"Raven, wait up!" It was becoming Beast Boy's rallying cry.
She rolled her eyes and levitated, returning to the roof and the peaceful sounds.
Beast Boy walked inside, deep in thought.
* * *
Robin and Starfire returned some hours later to discover two trees in the yard.
"That's weird," said Robin.
"Yes," agreed Starfire. "We must ask the others about them."
"I'm stuck under a tree," said Cyborg.