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The two-thirty afternoon sun saw Beast Boy lying on his back on a picnic blanket, a sparse foot from a cross-legged Raven who was currently involved with a PB and jelly sandwich. The former stretched languidly, and grinned in the suns happy rays.
The pair had left their communicators back at the tower, because the other three titans had remained on active duty. Beast Boy figured that it wouldn't be too hard to contact in an emergency them without them anyway, and this way, they didn't have to wear their costumes. Which meant, no one had recognized them. Even if, he thought, mentally frowning, he was a short green boy, and Raven was the only girl he knew with purple hair and a jewel on her forehead.
"I ate your last sandwich."
Beast Boy was mildly affronted. "Why would you do that?" "You ate one of mine earlier. And I like these sandwiches." "I did not!" "You admitted to it!"
The changeling sat up, and considered. "Well, even so, it's not polite to eat my last sandwich without telling me." "You weren't going to eat it, and I just did." "I know you just ate it!" "No, I just told you I ate it."
Raven spoke as though she was concentrating on something else. Beast Boy looked down, and saw the plastic forks and knives dancing with each other, which was a little creepy.
"Are they supposed to be dancing?" Raven grinned a little, and the forks and knives fell down, lifeless.
"So," began Beast Boy, brushing the crumbs that had accumulated over lunch off of his t-shirt. "What shall we do now?" He considered while he said it. They'd already been to the arcade, to their mutual favorite café, and to the park where they'd just eaten lunch. It was almost three o clock, and the day was still in its prime.
"Do we have to be doing something?" Asked Raven, adjusting the sleeve of the tee, so that the neck fell evenly. "It's nice here." "Yeah," said Beast Boy, sitting up properly. "But I meant to do you want to play Frisbee or something?" Raven raised an eyebrow, and he raised both of his own a couple of times back at her. "You know I'd beat you," she said smartly. "Oh yeah? Almost sounds like a challenge," he ventured, well aware that Raven would kick his ass if she decided she wanted to. Raven sniggered a little, and his mouth fell open. "Dude, did you just laugh at me?"
Suddenly, Beast Boy was hit in the head with a Frisbee. His expression turned to one of indignation as he picked up the recently non-glowing disk, and readied it to throw back at the half demon, but she was no longer sat on the blanket.
He spun around; eyes narrowed, and caught sight of her what looked like giggling about twenty paces to his right. Pursing his lips in a smirkish kind of way, he took careful aim, and span it right at her.
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About an hour later, it was Raven who was lying on the ground, while Beast Boy was sat next to her, slightly splayed, and stuck somewhere between breathing heavily and giggling.
"I think that was the most violent game of Frisbee I've ever played," he said, eyeing the broken piece of plastic a few feet away. "Never has someone actually attacked me with it!"
"It was your own fault," said Raven, though her eyes were teasing, and she too was breathing a little heavily. "How was it my own fault? You started-" "You know it was your fault! Stop trying to make it sound like it was mine." "But-" Raven rolled over and snorted into the blanket, trying not to start laughing again.
Chuckling himself a little, Beast Boy poked her in the side. "I have a theory," he started, in a suddenly thoughtful voice. Raven looked up, a little startled by his sudden change in demeanor. "Theory on what?" She said, rolling back onto her back, and stretching out her toes before sitting up and leaning back on her elbows. Beast Boy stared over her head thoughtfully for a few seconds, and jumped when he saw her waiting for him to speak. "Oh! Did I saw that out loud?" He asked, his eyes a little wide. Ravens eyes narrowed. "Now I'm definitely interested," she said. "Oh. Um, I don't really know yet, so you'll have to wait." She frowned. "But..." "Hey! You're allowed to interrupt me whenever I argue with you-" "No, I just cut off all the stupid points you're about to make to save time and energy where showing my point to be superior is concerned." "You did it again!" Raven smirked. "Yes, yes I did." Beast Boy grinned, a little relieved that the conversation was moving on nicely.
"I'm never playing Frisbee with you again," he said, shaking his head to emphasis his point. Raven smiled, and leaned back on the blanket. Her smile faded a little, as she looked properly up at the sky. "The sun's going in," she murmured. The changeling looked up. "Yeah," he said, "and there's a big rain cloud headed in our direction." He frowned suddenly, and looked at his companion. "Is it me, or is that cloud-" "Moving abnormally fast?" Finished Raven for him, frowning also.
A spot of water suddenly hit her on the stomach. She looked down at it, then back up to the sky. "We should probably move," she commented, eyeing the strewn contents of the picnic tray they'd brought.
Another droplet hit Beast Boy on the chin as he gazed skywards, and he hurriedly got to his feet. "Yeah," he said "that would probably be a..." The rain began to fall, heavily, and he and Raven sat and stood where they were, blinking. "...Good idea," he finished lamely. Raven muttered under her breath, and items began to fly into the picnic tray, before it strapped itself shut. Beast Boy ran to pick it up, and threw it over his shoulder. Raven got to her feet, and hurriedly stepped to his side as they began to stride out of the park. They were jogging by the time they got to the gate to the road.
Beast Boy grabbed her hand, and dragged her into a nearby, and happily empty, bus shelter. They eyed the floor cautiously as they ducked underneath the shelter, noting the broken glass and cigarette ends that littered the concrete. Raven screwed her mouth up a little, an action that no one who didn't know her face very well would've caught.
"Well," said Beast Boy, pretty much soaked by the sudden shower, "I guess we're here until the rain goes away." He sat down on one of the plastic benches cheerfully, carefully arranging his feet for minimal damage to the soles of his shoes, and looked out at the rain. It was still fairly bright outside, but the abrupt shower was heavy. It looked to be a shocking amount of water, but would probably be short lived, he thought. He decided that it wouldn't last much longer than 15 minutes.
Depositing the tray on the bench behind him, he turned back around to see that Raven was still stood up, looking outside. "It shouldn't last long," he commented, deciding to share his thoughts. "Are you going to sit down?" Raven didn't move or reply. Beast Boy leaned sideways a little, to get a look at her face, but couldn't see it for the distance between them. "Raven?" He asked, after about 15 seconds silence.
The following events seemed to happen very suddenly, yet in horribly slow motion for the green superhero. First of all, he had decided to get up, to walk forwards, in an attempt to contact her incase she couldn't hear him, or something was wrong. Secondly, Ravens legs had begun to bend, as though she was a puppet that had just been let go of, and was crumpling to the floor. Thirdly, and Beast Boy had only been a foot away at the time; Ravens body had fallen sideways and down, and her head had gone right along with it.
There was a sickening crack, as Ravens head hit the concrete, accompanied by several crunches and the sound of a bottle being hit. Beast Boy leapt forwards just a nanosecond too late, as Ravens form lolled, face down, over the bus station concrete.
Beast Boy landed from his leap, his breath caught in his throat, crouched on the balls of his feet on the floor, besides her suddenly limp form.
He immediately checked her skull, neck, spine and limbs briefly yet thoroughly to ensure he wouldn't hurt her more by turning her over. Next, grasping her shoulder and waist, and swiping several pieces of glass out of his way, he rolled her body carefully over onto her back and checked her over from the front.
Six things were very apparent to him instantly. One was the nasty pale complexion Raven had suddenly acquired. Two, was the blood trickling down her forehead and out of her nose. Three and four were gashes on her upper arm, which, upon inspection of the ground she'd fallen on, were glass wounds, and five and six were an ugly red mark and another gash, with tiny shards of crystal around them.
Beast Boy remembered the sound of the bottle chinking, and realized that she'd fallen on it. His head immediately span onto automatic at the sight of the steadily growing amount of blood on her face, and he knelt up, his trainers crunching horribly on more glass, and looked frantically around for anyone that could help, or would have a phone or pager or something.
Seeing no one, he looked in the other direction, then back out at the rain in horror. He couldn't fly, he wasn't super fast, he didn't have super strength, and Ravens head and nose were bleeding while she lay unconscious. He suddenly had no idea of what to do.
"Raven," he called, quietly but urgently, as though shouting would injure her further. "Raven!" His voice held a hysterical quality to it, and he reached automatically for his communicator before realizing it was back at the tower.
He estimated the distance from the bus shelter to the tower, whilst running through animals that could get her there the fastest, whilst she was still unconscious.
They were outside the park. That meant... it was a fair distance. Beast Boy could feel his heart pumping madly in his chest, and forced himself to stay calm. He slid an arm under her shoulder blades, and sat fully on the floor, so that he could move her into a sitting position and lean her against his leg. Pulling her up, he tilted her head back as far as he dared without risking hurting her neck when she came round – Please let that be soon, he thought frantically – and pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to stop the blood flow.
More A/N: Ooh, aren't I bad. Two on one page. All I want to say is please review! I really have this big thing about needing other peoples opinions before I can judge the quality of what i've done. And if you review, I get them in my inbox, which reminds me that people might be reading this, and I should get off my arse and write some more :)
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