Author's note: This one's probably a conversation everyone's had at some point while watching Gilligan's Island. As for the reasons for my short stories, I realized while watching the show and reading fan fiction that the Teen Titans are divided into groups. I expect that this is because of the romance between Robin and Starfire in the comics. So here are the groups: Raven/Beast Boy/Cyborg and Robin/Starfire. The second season will add a new Teen Titan, but their my least favorite character from the comics and I will probably never write about them. Anyway, you're probably waiting for a point, right? This is a Starfire Robin fic since I've done so much with the other three.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans but if I did THEY wouldn't be in the second season… although it is one of my favorite comic plots… well, that's like my own little paradox, innit?
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Robin and Starfire sat on the couch in the living room watching the colossal TV at three in the morning. Robin could not remember who was in the room first, or why, but here they were. The remote was sheltered in his right hand, his thumb resting on the volume button, Starfire sat to his left, her legs tucked beside her. A bowl of popcorn, two sodas, a bottle of mustard, and the last slice of pizza, suitably stacked with pickles, bananas, and mint frosting rested on the coffee table while videogames were shoved aside to make room. Starfire's eyes remained glued to the TV in a very Beast Boy-like fashion, but Robin had already seen this episode and was content with watching the light shift on her face in his peripheral view.
They were watching a seven hour marathon of Gilligan's Island, and why? Robin sighed in defeat. They watched it for the exact same reason anybody watched anything on TV, because it was on. They were into the fourth hour, from what he could tell, which meant that he had officially seen episodes one through six and the two of them were steadily rolling through seven.
"Robin? I do not understand why they are still on the island." Skipper and Gilligan were arguing on the screen, apparently attempting corny 70's humor.
Robin took the opportunity to look at Starfire indiscreetly. "Uh… what do you mean, Star?"
"Could Skipper find a way off because he was in the navy?"
Robin held back a sigh and returned to gazing at the screen. "They tried that, with the raft, remember?"
"Yes, but if it was a three hour tour would another boat not pass by?"
Robin opened his mouth to speak-
"And even if they drifted a considerable distance to the island, surely a fire could be started?"
He took advantage of Starfire's pause in questioning. "Uh… yeah, I guess that would be a good idea."
Starfire nodded. She did not fully understand Robin's answer, but was content upon receiving it. For a few minutes, anyway.
"Robin? Forgive my multiple interruptions, but is the sun not a compass?"
Robin was not entirely sure where Starfire was going with this particular round of questions, but he nodded. "The sun is an excellent compass for general direction."
"Then could they not fix the boat enough to travel back to land based on the sun?"
Robin thought for a second, "well…"
"And what is their strategy for food intake compared to production and reserves?"
Ah ha! An answer he actually knew. "They can eat fish and animals on the island, Starfire, along with plants."
"Yes, I agree, but the island is not large enough to produce the amount of food a group of humans requires for a sustainable amount of time. Perhaps they get off before then?"
"If they got off the island, the show would be over, Star."
"…I see. That would make sense."
Robin smiled. He had successfully answered all of her questions without encouraging more or introducing opportunities to switch the conversation.
"So they have a radio but they are unable to contact overhead planes, start a fire, fix the boat, and guest stars continue to appear on the show while they stay on the island?"
Ah, more questions. "Gilligan's Island in a nut-shell."
"This show does not match the logic of the rest of the planet."
Robin shrugged. "Guess that's why it only lasted three seasons."
A nail polish commercial flashed onto the screen, advertising cherry colored nails. Starfire turned to Robin. "Can humans eat nail polish?"
"Uh… no, I'm pretty sure they can't, Star."
A puzzled expression crossed her face. "However nail polish is flammable, is it not? And so are marshmallows, but we eat those."
Robin looked at her. Blinked. Blinked again. And went back to watching the TV. The screen went blank before pictures of diamonds came on.
*Annoying fake classical music* "Every kiss begins with Kay (A/N: Damn those commercials)."
"Robin?"
Robin held back another sigh and turned to face her, "yes, Star?"
"What's a kiss?"
He leaned over and gently brushed his lips against hers.
"…Oh."
Starfire didn't ask anymore questions.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans but if I did THEY wouldn't be in the second season… although it is one of my favorite comic plots… well, that's like my own little paradox, innit?
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Robin and Starfire sat on the couch in the living room watching the colossal TV at three in the morning. Robin could not remember who was in the room first, or why, but here they were. The remote was sheltered in his right hand, his thumb resting on the volume button, Starfire sat to his left, her legs tucked beside her. A bowl of popcorn, two sodas, a bottle of mustard, and the last slice of pizza, suitably stacked with pickles, bananas, and mint frosting rested on the coffee table while videogames were shoved aside to make room. Starfire's eyes remained glued to the TV in a very Beast Boy-like fashion, but Robin had already seen this episode and was content with watching the light shift on her face in his peripheral view.
They were watching a seven hour marathon of Gilligan's Island, and why? Robin sighed in defeat. They watched it for the exact same reason anybody watched anything on TV, because it was on. They were into the fourth hour, from what he could tell, which meant that he had officially seen episodes one through six and the two of them were steadily rolling through seven.
"Robin? I do not understand why they are still on the island." Skipper and Gilligan were arguing on the screen, apparently attempting corny 70's humor.
Robin took the opportunity to look at Starfire indiscreetly. "Uh… what do you mean, Star?"
"Could Skipper find a way off because he was in the navy?"
Robin held back a sigh and returned to gazing at the screen. "They tried that, with the raft, remember?"
"Yes, but if it was a three hour tour would another boat not pass by?"
Robin opened his mouth to speak-
"And even if they drifted a considerable distance to the island, surely a fire could be started?"
He took advantage of Starfire's pause in questioning. "Uh… yeah, I guess that would be a good idea."
Starfire nodded. She did not fully understand Robin's answer, but was content upon receiving it. For a few minutes, anyway.
"Robin? Forgive my multiple interruptions, but is the sun not a compass?"
Robin was not entirely sure where Starfire was going with this particular round of questions, but he nodded. "The sun is an excellent compass for general direction."
"Then could they not fix the boat enough to travel back to land based on the sun?"
Robin thought for a second, "well…"
"And what is their strategy for food intake compared to production and reserves?"
Ah ha! An answer he actually knew. "They can eat fish and animals on the island, Starfire, along with plants."
"Yes, I agree, but the island is not large enough to produce the amount of food a group of humans requires for a sustainable amount of time. Perhaps they get off before then?"
"If they got off the island, the show would be over, Star."
"…I see. That would make sense."
Robin smiled. He had successfully answered all of her questions without encouraging more or introducing opportunities to switch the conversation.
"So they have a radio but they are unable to contact overhead planes, start a fire, fix the boat, and guest stars continue to appear on the show while they stay on the island?"
Ah, more questions. "Gilligan's Island in a nut-shell."
"This show does not match the logic of the rest of the planet."
Robin shrugged. "Guess that's why it only lasted three seasons."
A nail polish commercial flashed onto the screen, advertising cherry colored nails. Starfire turned to Robin. "Can humans eat nail polish?"
"Uh… no, I'm pretty sure they can't, Star."
A puzzled expression crossed her face. "However nail polish is flammable, is it not? And so are marshmallows, but we eat those."
Robin looked at her. Blinked. Blinked again. And went back to watching the TV. The screen went blank before pictures of diamonds came on.
*Annoying fake classical music* "Every kiss begins with Kay (A/N: Damn those commercials)."
"Robin?"
Robin held back another sigh and turned to face her, "yes, Star?"
"What's a kiss?"
He leaned over and gently brushed his lips against hers.
"…Oh."
Starfire didn't ask anymore questions.