Author's Note: Moving along… let's get this week over with… lol

Chapter 5: Thursday

Cyborg bustled around the kitchen in Titans Tower cooking a breakfast to rival the one he had shared with Raven three days ago, despite the fact that it was practically noon and the sun was high in the sky. Mouthwatering aromas drifted through the corridors and halls of the Tower. Bacon, sausage, toast, waffles, eggs, potatoes, onions, and more filled pans and bowls, making up more food than either teen could have eaten. Totally disregarding the irrational amount of breakfast he was cooking, Cyborg's thoughts couldn't leave the one woman he'd admired for so long and now, loved.

'She loves me!' Was his one thought. 'She actually loves me!'

He scooted the sausages around in the frying pan, invoking a sizzling sound and a strong aroma of spicy meat, and thought back to earlier. He had woken up that morning with Raven in his arms, 'A feeling I could get used to,' he jokingly mused, and everything they had done that night came back to him. His breath hitched as he looked at the beautiful young woman who he loved, and he pressed a kiss to her lips as she slept. The psychic enchantress had woken at his kiss, and they lay together for a while as the dawn broke. It was their mutual consensus that it was worth it, even if a blackout had been caused.

"Hey," Raven had pointed out in her dry humor. "The lights came back on, didn't they?"

Raven and Cyborg had walked to their separate rooms, washed, and gotten ready for the day as usual, but both had seemed to notice a tugging at their hearts as the other left.

Cyborg pulled himself back to the present as he smelled burning bacon.

"Hey!" He yelled at the pan, grabbing the handle and sweeping it off the burner. He set it down and scowled at the black bacon. Behind him he heard a subdued laugh.

"What a wonderful chef you are, Cyborg." Said a sarcastic monotone voice.

Cyborg turned around and swept Raven off her feet, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her soundly. The two glasses Cyborg had been about to put orange juice in shattered. Raven returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling Cyborg away from the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry, I can't let this burn." Cyborg said into the kiss.

"What?" Raven murmured absently, continuing the smooch, as a second pan started to smoke.

Cyborg broke the kiss and jumped frantically around the room, turning off the stove, scraping food remains off pans and salvaging the unburned. Raven smiled as Cyborg placed a plate of delicious-looking (though slightly black around the edges) breakfast in front of her.

"Thanks," She said. Cyborg grinned and sat down beside her. The two looked at their breakfasts and picked up their forks but were cut short when the huge consol that served as television screen and GameStation consol blinked and sounded twice. Cyborg grabbed Raven's hand, pulled her out of her seat and skidded in front of the screen, towing her along. Robin's face appeared and he grinned at Cyborg.

"Hey, Raven, Cyborg. Cy, didn't think I'd see you! What happened?" The leader of the Titans asked his friend enthusiastically.

"Eh, my grandparents had other company an' no room for me." Cyborg explained. "So, what's up?"

"Just checking in with Raven about that blackout last night. Hey…" Robin trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you holding hands?" He asked curiously.

Cyborg and Raven dropped each other's hands like they were hot coals. Robin stared, gave them a confused look, and then continued, addressing Raven.

"Did the Tower experience the blackout too, Raven?" Robin asked.

"Yeah. More than you know." Raven said dryly, her face absolutely Poker-worthy. It was everything Cyborg could do not to burst out laughing, despite the potentially embarrassing meaning behind Raven's words, and Robin raised an eyebrow.

"Umm, yeah. Well, do you think we should check it out? Have any leads?"

Raven looked around.

"Nah. It didn't last long anyway, couldn't've been that harmful, I guess. I'll look into it if it happens again." She said.

"Good," Robin said, apparently satisfied. He grinned at his two friends. Only one grinned back. "Have fun, we'll see you guys on Friday. Bruce had to cut the visit a day short."

Robin's magnified face on the screen shimmered twice before the picture folded in on itself, leaving it black. Cyborg looked at Raven, and burst out laughing. Raven even cracked a smile.

"Rae, if we ever play cards with the other Titans, I want you on my team." Cyborg laughed, but stopped when he saw Raven looked glum, even more than she usually did.

"Cyborg, we have a problem." Raven said grimly.

"What is it?"

"What are we going to do about you and me? What will we say to our friends?"

Cyborg put his hand on the back of his neck, looking as grim as his new girlfriend.

"I never even thought about that." He admitted.

Raven scowled.

"We can't keep it a secret from them, so we'll just have to tell them. I just don't want to say anything right away." The enchantress bit her lip.

Cyborg wrapped his arms around her, something that Raven wouldn't have let anyone do before.

"I guess we don't have to say anything, but Robin is a smart kid and if he doesn't find out I bet no one will." Cyborg said. Raven sighed. She looked around the huge living space they stood in, from the kitchen to the living room, to the entryway and space between.

"Uhh, Cyborg?" Raven said, prying herself from the comfort of his arms. "If they're coming home on Friday, we should clean this place up… Or, you should clean this place up, since you were the one who went postal on the kitchen."

"C'mon, Rae, it's not that bad!" Cyborg cried defensively.

Actually, it was that bad. The living room was a mess, with cushions and throws crumpled and haphazardly tossed, along with the popcorn remains from their movie night. The kitchen was a mess, mostly thanks to Cyborg. The grimy, burned pots and pans that he'd used in his breakfast rampage were soaking in a sudsy sink, which was filled to the brim. A leaning tower of dirty plates and bowls teetered as misplaced silverware threw it off balance.

Raven shot Cyborg an unbelieving look.

"This place is immaculate." She said sarcastically, a bit of a cut in her tone. Cyborg mentally waved away her apparent bad mood. It was all part of Raven. He shrugged innocently. Raven effortlessly used her powers to lift and set the living room straight. As Cyborg stared and the vacuum shut itself off, Raven grabbed a rag sitting by the sink and placed it in his hands.

"Have fun," She said, walking away.

"Hey!" Cyborg yelled indignantly. "You can't just walk away and leave me to clean this mess!"

Raven's voice, smug and satisfied, floated back from where she spoke down the hall as she kept walking.

"I believe I am right now."

Cyborg fumed.

'Some things never change,' He mused resignedly, and laughed out loud as he started cleaning the burned mess he'd made in the kitchen.

In Gotham City, Robin closed his communicator with a snap, slightly confused. Although reassured that his friends were all right, it had surprised him that Cyborg had returned, and it seemed that they were keeping something from him. Still, the cool pool and the warm sunshine urged him to forget his suspicions.

"Robin!" Starfire called, jumping up and down with a glass of lemonade in her hand. "Try this delectable lemon beverage! The sourness is contrasted by the sweetness beautifully!" She turned to Alfred, the butler. "Please, kind sir, tell me the name of this miraculous liquid that causes my taste buds such joy!" She giggled.

"Ah, Miss, that's fresh lemonade," The aged man answered, smiling.

Starfire's emerald eyes widened.

"What an appropriate name for such a thing! The lemons used to create this infusion truly aid me in my need to quench the thirst I have acquired this hot day!"

Robin rolled his eyes and fondly viewed his fellow Titan. He took a glass from the tray Alfred held, and thanked the old man as he left.

He looked from Starfire swooning over lemonade to Beast Boy, who had just made a cannon ball off the diving board whose splash narrowly avoided hitting the three standing on the side. He dropped his communicator and decided to let his uncertainties rest, just this once.

Author's Note: Eh, sorry, but it's not like I'm going to go over everything that happened each second of each day. That would kill me, and the reader too, because the Titans don't have as exciting of lives outside of crime fighting as we think they do.

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