Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. Or do I? Answer to rhetorical
question: no, I don't.
* * *
Beast Boy stormed into the room.
"I get it, okay?"
Raven, sitting on the couch, lowered her book.
"What is it that you get?"
"You don't want to be around me."
"Apparently," said Raven, "you don't get it." She went back to her book. "Because you're still here."
"Now that was really –"
Beast Boy was up against the wall, but Raven was still sitting, expressionless as always. It was a metallic arm that pinned him.
"Worst idea ever," spat Cyborg, leaning into Beast Boy's face. "Do you know how long I was out there? I was pinned under a stupid oak tree!"
"Hey, Robin and Star came back," said Beast Boy weakly.
"Good for me. Bad news for you, my green friend."
"Knock it off, you guys," called Robin, as he and Starfire entered the common room.
"Yes! Friends should not fight this way!" Starfire shouted. "Oh, Robin, what can we do?"
"They'll get over it, Star," shrugged the Boy Wonder.
"But we must help!" She stood a moment in thought. "I know!" She dashed off to her room.
"I'm gonna hit the sack early," sighed Cyborg, releasing Beast Boy. "Let me tell you," he added pointedly, "being pinned under a tree sure takes a lot out of you."
"Point taken," muttered Beast Boy. He rubbed his chest where he had been pinned.
As Cyborg lumbered off, Beast Boy flopped onto the couch.
"Can we just talk for a second?" he asked.
Raven set down her book, the picture of inconvenience.
"You have one second," she informed him. "Talk."
"I know you –"
"Time," said Raven quietly.
"Stop it!" Beast Boy jumped up. "Stop doing that! It's driving me crazy! Just . . . humor me, please. Just listen." He breathed out heavily. He sat again and racked his brain for an idea, any idea. One came to him – though not a good one. "Let's do a word association."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
Robin chuckled.
"Careful, Doctor Freud," he called.
"Shut up," snapped Beast Boy. "Ready?"
"If you say so," said Raven.
"Okay, the first word –"
"Found it!" shouted Starfire. "This will cheer us up! I wrote a poem extolling our friendship!"
Robin stared in horror at the stack of paper in Starfire's hands. Two hours, easy. The other two took no notice.
"Light," said Beast Boy.
"Dark," replied Raven, showing no emotion.
"My feelings for you know no bounds," began Starfire. "They're larger than a balhorf's grenadowns."
Robin tiptoed to the exit.
"Beast Boy," said Beast Boy, dispensing with the pleasantries.
Raven sat expressionless.
"Death."
Beast Boy blinked.
"We always help each other out . . ."
"Raven."
"If you need me, well, just shout."
"Death."
"We love each other oh so much," read Starfire. "Just like a grabhall with its hutch."
"Date."
Raven leaned forward, locking eyes with Beast Boy.
"Kill."
A knife in the kitchen rattled ominously. Beast Boy gulped.
"That's enough," he said finally. "I'm going to bed."
"Hm."
Beast Boy started down the hallway. Starfire looked pained.
"Will no one listen to my poem?" she wailed.
Raven glanced up from her book.
"Cyborg hasn't heard it."
"Well, he must," said the alien indignantly. She strode off to Cyborg's room.
The room was quiet. Raven took advantage of the moment to think:
What was Beast Boy's problem? Couldn't he see? It was just impossible. She couldn't get involved with him. It wasn't a question of wanting.
She went back to the book.
No, she decided. He couldn't see.
* * *
Beast Boy stormed into the room.
"I get it, okay?"
Raven, sitting on the couch, lowered her book.
"What is it that you get?"
"You don't want to be around me."
"Apparently," said Raven, "you don't get it." She went back to her book. "Because you're still here."
"Now that was really –"
Beast Boy was up against the wall, but Raven was still sitting, expressionless as always. It was a metallic arm that pinned him.
"Worst idea ever," spat Cyborg, leaning into Beast Boy's face. "Do you know how long I was out there? I was pinned under a stupid oak tree!"
"Hey, Robin and Star came back," said Beast Boy weakly.
"Good for me. Bad news for you, my green friend."
"Knock it off, you guys," called Robin, as he and Starfire entered the common room.
"Yes! Friends should not fight this way!" Starfire shouted. "Oh, Robin, what can we do?"
"They'll get over it, Star," shrugged the Boy Wonder.
"But we must help!" She stood a moment in thought. "I know!" She dashed off to her room.
"I'm gonna hit the sack early," sighed Cyborg, releasing Beast Boy. "Let me tell you," he added pointedly, "being pinned under a tree sure takes a lot out of you."
"Point taken," muttered Beast Boy. He rubbed his chest where he had been pinned.
As Cyborg lumbered off, Beast Boy flopped onto the couch.
"Can we just talk for a second?" he asked.
Raven set down her book, the picture of inconvenience.
"You have one second," she informed him. "Talk."
"I know you –"
"Time," said Raven quietly.
"Stop it!" Beast Boy jumped up. "Stop doing that! It's driving me crazy! Just . . . humor me, please. Just listen." He breathed out heavily. He sat again and racked his brain for an idea, any idea. One came to him – though not a good one. "Let's do a word association."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
Robin chuckled.
"Careful, Doctor Freud," he called.
"Shut up," snapped Beast Boy. "Ready?"
"If you say so," said Raven.
"Okay, the first word –"
"Found it!" shouted Starfire. "This will cheer us up! I wrote a poem extolling our friendship!"
Robin stared in horror at the stack of paper in Starfire's hands. Two hours, easy. The other two took no notice.
"Light," said Beast Boy.
"Dark," replied Raven, showing no emotion.
"My feelings for you know no bounds," began Starfire. "They're larger than a balhorf's grenadowns."
Robin tiptoed to the exit.
"Beast Boy," said Beast Boy, dispensing with the pleasantries.
Raven sat expressionless.
"Death."
Beast Boy blinked.
"We always help each other out . . ."
"Raven."
"If you need me, well, just shout."
"Death."
"We love each other oh so much," read Starfire. "Just like a grabhall with its hutch."
"Date."
Raven leaned forward, locking eyes with Beast Boy.
"Kill."
A knife in the kitchen rattled ominously. Beast Boy gulped.
"That's enough," he said finally. "I'm going to bed."
"Hm."
Beast Boy started down the hallway. Starfire looked pained.
"Will no one listen to my poem?" she wailed.
Raven glanced up from her book.
"Cyborg hasn't heard it."
"Well, he must," said the alien indignantly. She strode off to Cyborg's room.
The room was quiet. Raven took advantage of the moment to think:
What was Beast Boy's problem? Couldn't he see? It was just impossible. She couldn't get involved with him. It wasn't a question of wanting.
She went back to the book.
No, she decided. He couldn't see.