The morning light streamed in through the kitchen window as I poured the
pale pancake batter into the sizzling skillet on the stove. I watched the
batter bubble as it slowly cooked. Is it done? I used the side of my
pancake flipper to poke the side of the pancake, no, not done yet.
"Hey, Naomi, when are our hotcakes going to be done?" Cyborg asked impatiently. I poked it again.
"Not yet," I said, more talking to myself than anyone. I looked around the kitchen, wondering why my little alien chum hadn't barged in and asked me 'pancake? What is pancake?'.
"Wow, Stars still sleeping? She's usually the first one up." The others shrugged sleepily as I poked the pancake. Ok, one side is cooked. I flipped it over, and was amazed. I didn't even accidentally fold it in halve, or splatter batter everywhere.
"Ha, splatter batter!" I said randomly. Cyborg looked strangely at me.
"Splatter batter? You are the most random person I have ever met."
"Well then, you should be honored. Want my autograph? I'll sign it in pancake batter."
"Oh really?" He grinned, "Would you sign it on my chest?"
"Oh! But Cyborg! Your soooo hot! The batter would cook right off you!" I said, pretending to be on of his adoring fan girls.
"Damn straight!" The laughed and picked up a newspaper.
"Oh, read me my horoscope Cy! I am a Leo." Raven rolled her eyes feeling insulted,
"Naomi, the ones in the paper are never right. That lady that supposedly predicts them doesn't know her head from her ass, much less the alignment of stars. I can give you a real one that would more accurate."
"Oh ok, scratch that Cy, Ravens going to give me one instead of the lady from the paper who apparently doesn't know her head from her ass." I poked the other side of the pancake. No not done yet. I grew frustrated with its slowness and turned up the burner heat.
"I had the weirdest dream last night," I said dreamily as I stared out the window over the sparkling waters. Everyone but Raven groaned.
"Naomi please don't start one of your pointless-"
"So I was in the living room, but instead of a T.V, there was this cave right? And a shower. So I was taking a shower and a big monster that was like covered in macaroni and cheese. He was a mac and cheese monster, anyway he started chasing me, and I was still naked.
I ran through he cave and suddenly I was in The Gothic. And everyone started screaming because a monster came in and I was naked. Then I got mad so I marched up to him and told him he was scaring everyone. Then he said he was sorry and left."
"Wow, that was fascinating," Raven said as she stepped next to me by the stove.
"Yeah, I thought I'd just tell you so you could pretend to care."
"I don't think I'll bother."
"I love you too Raven." The corners of her mouth twitched, like she was going to smile but thought better of it.
"Naomi? Your pancake is burning."
"Shit!" I picked up then entire pan and the pancake slipped off onto the counter. I used my fingers to slide it onto a plate. One side of the pancake was a lovely golden color. The other was a lovely black color.
"I'll just put the dark side on the bottom. Cyborg will never notice." Raven nodded her head in agreement and telekinetically flipped the pancake golden side up and floated the plate to a very hungry Cyborg.
"Finally!!" He dumped syrup on it started wolfing it down, not noticing one side was burned to the point of inedibility.
"Pull yourself up a chair Raven," I whispered," Lets watched, if he dies from it I'll give you a buck."
"Make it two," Raven said as she levitated in sitting position in mid air, watched Cyborg intently. I was about to join her when I heard a faint whisper.
"Naomi!" I turned to see Starfire hiding behind a corner in the kitchen. She make desperate hand gestures to follow her, I arched one eyebrow but followed. She had a huge overcoat on, I think it was Cyborgs.
"Star? What's with the coat?" She bowed her head and let the coat slip to the floor.
"Oh my god..."
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I took the thermometer out of Stars mouth and looked at the numbers.
"Is that high for the people on your planet?" I asked holding it under her nose.
"Yes, that is a fever." She looked up weakly at me, her eyes unfocused.
"Naomi? Am I going to die?"
"No! No, no, no, no! Don't worry Starfire, it's just the chicken pox." I pointed to her speckled skin.
"Is it a sickness that comes from chickens?"
"No. I don't know why they call it that." She scratched her arm.
"Starry no. No scratching, it will only make it worse."
"Why, will the chickens come after me?"
"No there are no chickens involved here."
"Good, I dislike chickens," She leaned on me and closed her eyes weakly, "I do not like there lips, they are pointy and painful."
I had a fleeting memory of when I had taken Star to a farm and she had taken one of a chickens eggs. It did not end well for Starfire. I leaned her back onto her pillow.
"Just try to get some sleep, okay Starry?" I helped her under her pink covers. Her eyes snapped open,
"Oh my friend! Only now did I just remember. I do not wish to infect you with the pox of chickens!" I smiled,
"Its okay Star, I already had it once, and you cant get it twice."
"Why?"
"Well, your body builds up an immunity to it. I don't know if yours can, but we'll see a doctor tomorrow."
"Affirmative, a doctor we shall journey to."
"So just get some sleep and I'll bring you some chicken noodle soup later."
"Ohh, chickens.... I see." She mumbled as I stood up.
"No scratching." I commanded as I opened the door and ran right into Robin.
"Is she going to be okay?" I smiled at the concern in his eyes.
"Don't worry Romeo, she's going to be just fine. Its only 'the pox of chickens'." We started walking down the hall to the elevator.
"But there is something bothering me." Robin was instantly alert.
"What?"
"Well, Starfire is really vulnerable, she's on a planet full of illnesses she hasn't been vaccinated for. Have you ever gotten her shots?"
"Well when she first came to earth, I remember they had to have her have a big medical exam thing to make sure she wasn't carrying any germs from her planet, but I don't think they ever gave her any shots or anything."
"Well, we'll talk to the doc tomorrow."
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I had bundled Starfire in so much warm clothing that she looked like a snowman. She hobbled stiff legged under the weight of so much clothing, it was actually really funny to watch.
"I do not wish to visit the man of heal." Starfire whispered to me as we entered the main lobby of the doctor's office.
"Don't be scared Starry. Remember-," I pointed to a poster with a picture of a cartoon boy getting a check up with a cartoon doctor." Doctors are your friends!" I read off the poster.
But Star didn't look comforted, and I could see why. The doctor on the poster looked really stoned. He had a wide-eyed expression and looked like he was going to grow fangs and devour the boy alive. I wouldn't be comforted either.
"But Robin told me of shots. I do not wish to partake in this particular activity."
"It will be okay Star, I promise."
"Doctor Rogers will be with you in a moment." The young lobbyist informed us as he filed her bright pink nails.
I led star to a bench in the "sick" area of the waiting room. A little boy was coughing uncontrollably beside us. Star looked to him.
"I have the pox of the chickens, do you have the cough of a seal?" The little boy stared at her and continued coughing. A baby started wailing from the other side of the room. Starfires face grew more concerned.
"I wish to go home now please! There is an essence of sick and unhappy here."
"Starfire?" We looked up to a middle aged man wearing a white medical coat and a stethoscope draped fashionable around his neck.
"She's right here," I said.
"No she is not!" Starfire exclaimed.
"Come on Star," I literally dragged her as we followed the doctor down the hall.
"At fist I thought it was a mistaken but I really do get the honor a treating a Titan," Doctor Rogers said pleasantly as we made out way down the hall.
Star dug her heels into the carpet trying to make me stop but I continued to drag her. Doctor Rogers stopped outside of a door labeled 12A and opened the door. I led Star inside and sat her down on the padded doctors table.
"So Miss. Starfire, what brings you here today?"
"Naomi."
"No, Star, he means what are you sick with."
"Oh, yes. I am ailed with the pox of chickens."
"Oh I see. Naomi? You can take a seat right there." He gestured to a small table covered with old magazines and a little red chair. I took a seat.
"Now, Miss Starfire. I have looked over your medical record and it shows that you have never had a shot. Am I correct in saying so?" She wiggled uncomfortable,
"Yes, that is correct." He turned and frowned at me as if it was my fault. Well that's just great. Its always Naomi's fault. Just blame it on me I don't care.
"Well we might as well get it done now while you're here." All the color drained from Stars face.
"I do not believe that is necessary." She said quickly. I felt so bad for Starfire.
"Its ok Star, I promise, it will be over with very soon. Just don't look at the needle." She shook her head furiously and mouthed, 'I wish to go home now please!' The doctor grabbed his clipboard,
"Just sit put ladies, I'll be back in a few minutes with the vaccinations. Feel free to read a magazine." He shut the door quietly behind him. Starfire looked around the room.
"What sorts of a facility dose not have windows?!?" She asked.
"So no crazed patient can fly out and escape." I tried to look serious but a smile erupted on my face.
"Stop you smile! This is no situation for a smile!" Then she thought for a minute.
"Naomi? Have you every received a shot before?"
"Yeah, loads of times."
"Dose it hurt much?"
"Nah, not to much."
"Please demonstrate the amount of pain in the form of a pinch." I reached out and gently pinched her arm.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah." She opened her mouth to say something but the doctor retuned to the room with a tray of syringes.
"Normally you get shots over the course of you life, but since you were not here you will receive your basic line shots right now, and I'll give you an ointment that will clear up you pox before you leave."
"How shots many would that be?"
"About seven."
"Holy shit." The doctor raised his eyebrows but didn't comment on my profanity.
"Miss Starfire? Please take off your many coats." She shed them and cringed as Doctor Rogers advanced on her.
"Don't worry, it's just a cotton ball with antibacterial cleanser on it." He began to rub the antibacterial cotton ball on her arm.
"Are you ready Miss Starfire?" she nodded and I stood up and walked beside her.
"Look at me Star, not the needle."
"It is difficult."
"Difficult? Am I really that ugly?" She laughed and didn't even notice the needle slid into her arm.
"Okay, one down."
"Is that all?" She asked, sounding amazed. He nodded.
"So," Asked doctor Rogers as he prepared the next needle, "How is life going so far? Any leads on Slade yet?"
Needle in.
"Not yet, Robin says he's close to finding his hid out though."
Needle out.
Needle in.
"Really?"
Needle out.
"Yes."
Needle in.
"What about that French guy?"
Needle out. My face flushed as I thought about Ice. Ice was a fugitive from France that had marked me out as his one and only. I only wanted to kill him.
"I hate him."
Needle in.
"That is truthful. She tells me so every day."
Needle out.
"My daughter thinks he's pretty good looking."
Needle in.
"You should get her eyes checked."
Needle out.
"For what?"
Needle in.
"For blindness."
Needle out.
"Last one." The doctor said cheerfully as he gave Star the last shot.
"What color band aid would you like? I always let my patients pick the color of there last shot."
"Truly?" She looked down to the colorful assortment of bandages. She pondered for a moment.
"Pink... no, yellow. Wait! No..." I rolled my head back and groaned.
"Just pick."
"Blue." As we left the building with a tube of chicken pox medicine Starfire leaned in close to me to whisper something.
"Do you know why I chose the color of blue for my adhesive bandage strip?" I shook my head. "Because I am aware that it is your favorite color." I hugged her.
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It was a couple weeks after the last chicken pox cleared off of Star. Beastboy and I were having one of our most heated debates.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"I duno, where do you wanna go?"
"I duno where do you want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
I smiled; he could be so cute sometimes. Sometimes.
We ended up going to Froth, a cute little coffee shop on the corner of Silver Street in downtown. As we entered the softly lit shop I inhaled the smell of the freshly brewed coffee.
We walked to the counter, thankful it wasn't crowed. The last thing we needed was to be ambushed by a group of crazed teens, asking if Beastboy and I were really going out. But the people that were there were staring and whispering at us. Beastboy decided to assert his manlyness by ordering.
"Yeah, Id like an espresso and she like-" He looked to me.
"A small cappuccino with vanilla syrup."
"Right, your total comes to $3.89." We paid for our coffee and sat down on a soft sofa in the corner. We talked of various things, even after our coffee had been drunk. I snuggled closer to him.
"We better be getting back," he whispered looking at the time.
"Nooo..." I whined pitiful grabbed his arm. He laughed and agreed to stay five for minutes. But five minutes became ten. Then twenty. Then thirty.
"Now we really need to go back," Beastboy said grinning, "I told Robin we'd be back like, halve an hour ago. He's going to freak out."
"When doesn't he? But yeah, lets go, I need to take a shower."
"We could always take a shower together..." Beastboy said carefully. I stared at him with one corner of my mouth upturned.
"What?"
"We wouldn't do anything... just take a shower." He blushed, "Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Unless you want to."
"Beastboy! Are you always this horny?"
"Yes and I'm sorry. I can't help it." I smiled. Yes, hormones are a very hard thing to live with. At least he was being sweet about it. At least he wasn't being perverted and stupid like some bastards I know. Like Ice.
"Sorry BB. Not this time." He collected out empty cup and was about to throw them away when my communicator when off.
Dun... dun... dundun... dun... dundundundun! Beastboy looked at me strangely.
"Naomi? Why did your commentator ring the death march?"
"Oh, I changed the ring tone thing."
"Wow, you can do that?"
"Yeah, I had Gizmo set it for me when we captured him last month. I also made him set the time on the VCR. Only a genius could figure that fucking thing out."
Dun... dun.... dundun dun.... dundundundun! I flipped it open. Cyborgs face flickered onto the screen.
"Hey Nomi Homi Whasup?"
"Not a whole lot G-dawg." I laughed; I love pretending to be gangster with Cyborg.
"Well, sorry to intrude on your daaaate but we have a situation." I was instantly alert.
"What's up?"
"The police station just called, Jinx is causing trouble at a local carnival."
"Carnival? Yeah... isn't it like the Dreamland carnival? By the mall?"
"Yeah, that's it. Listen, you need to check that out for us okay? We got our hands full. There was a third degree robbery at the Debos Spy wear factory. We think it might have been the work of Slade. Robins went fucking ballistic looking for him. Can you handle this yourself?"
"Sure, I can handle that little witch bitch."
"Hey, I could come too." Beastboy said.
"No, we need you here little green. We need you to use you doggie nose to sniff out Slade. Starfire was going to help you Naomi, but remember what happened the last time?"
I remembered back to when we all went a carnival. Star had gotten so upset with the bottle pyramid game.
"I can not win! It is impossible! They have made it so it is imposable to win!" She had yelled, making a seen. Then she had starbolted the pyramid of bottles. The guy gave us all prizes just to go away. Beastboy looked sadly at me, upset that he had to leave to work.
"Don't you be complaining!!! I have to go hang out with carnies!"
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StArRy- Naomi is such a good friend! Poor Star! Ok, now we are getting underway.
These first three chapters were just to review one the story, now we are getting into the meat and potatoes of the story. So read and review!
"Hey, Naomi, when are our hotcakes going to be done?" Cyborg asked impatiently. I poked it again.
"Not yet," I said, more talking to myself than anyone. I looked around the kitchen, wondering why my little alien chum hadn't barged in and asked me 'pancake? What is pancake?'.
"Wow, Stars still sleeping? She's usually the first one up." The others shrugged sleepily as I poked the pancake. Ok, one side is cooked. I flipped it over, and was amazed. I didn't even accidentally fold it in halve, or splatter batter everywhere.
"Ha, splatter batter!" I said randomly. Cyborg looked strangely at me.
"Splatter batter? You are the most random person I have ever met."
"Well then, you should be honored. Want my autograph? I'll sign it in pancake batter."
"Oh really?" He grinned, "Would you sign it on my chest?"
"Oh! But Cyborg! Your soooo hot! The batter would cook right off you!" I said, pretending to be on of his adoring fan girls.
"Damn straight!" The laughed and picked up a newspaper.
"Oh, read me my horoscope Cy! I am a Leo." Raven rolled her eyes feeling insulted,
"Naomi, the ones in the paper are never right. That lady that supposedly predicts them doesn't know her head from her ass, much less the alignment of stars. I can give you a real one that would more accurate."
"Oh ok, scratch that Cy, Ravens going to give me one instead of the lady from the paper who apparently doesn't know her head from her ass." I poked the other side of the pancake. No not done yet. I grew frustrated with its slowness and turned up the burner heat.
"I had the weirdest dream last night," I said dreamily as I stared out the window over the sparkling waters. Everyone but Raven groaned.
"Naomi please don't start one of your pointless-"
"So I was in the living room, but instead of a T.V, there was this cave right? And a shower. So I was taking a shower and a big monster that was like covered in macaroni and cheese. He was a mac and cheese monster, anyway he started chasing me, and I was still naked.
I ran through he cave and suddenly I was in The Gothic. And everyone started screaming because a monster came in and I was naked. Then I got mad so I marched up to him and told him he was scaring everyone. Then he said he was sorry and left."
"Wow, that was fascinating," Raven said as she stepped next to me by the stove.
"Yeah, I thought I'd just tell you so you could pretend to care."
"I don't think I'll bother."
"I love you too Raven." The corners of her mouth twitched, like she was going to smile but thought better of it.
"Naomi? Your pancake is burning."
"Shit!" I picked up then entire pan and the pancake slipped off onto the counter. I used my fingers to slide it onto a plate. One side of the pancake was a lovely golden color. The other was a lovely black color.
"I'll just put the dark side on the bottom. Cyborg will never notice." Raven nodded her head in agreement and telekinetically flipped the pancake golden side up and floated the plate to a very hungry Cyborg.
"Finally!!" He dumped syrup on it started wolfing it down, not noticing one side was burned to the point of inedibility.
"Pull yourself up a chair Raven," I whispered," Lets watched, if he dies from it I'll give you a buck."
"Make it two," Raven said as she levitated in sitting position in mid air, watched Cyborg intently. I was about to join her when I heard a faint whisper.
"Naomi!" I turned to see Starfire hiding behind a corner in the kitchen. She make desperate hand gestures to follow her, I arched one eyebrow but followed. She had a huge overcoat on, I think it was Cyborgs.
"Star? What's with the coat?" She bowed her head and let the coat slip to the floor.
"Oh my god..."
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I took the thermometer out of Stars mouth and looked at the numbers.
"Is that high for the people on your planet?" I asked holding it under her nose.
"Yes, that is a fever." She looked up weakly at me, her eyes unfocused.
"Naomi? Am I going to die?"
"No! No, no, no, no! Don't worry Starfire, it's just the chicken pox." I pointed to her speckled skin.
"Is it a sickness that comes from chickens?"
"No. I don't know why they call it that." She scratched her arm.
"Starry no. No scratching, it will only make it worse."
"Why, will the chickens come after me?"
"No there are no chickens involved here."
"Good, I dislike chickens," She leaned on me and closed her eyes weakly, "I do not like there lips, they are pointy and painful."
I had a fleeting memory of when I had taken Star to a farm and she had taken one of a chickens eggs. It did not end well for Starfire. I leaned her back onto her pillow.
"Just try to get some sleep, okay Starry?" I helped her under her pink covers. Her eyes snapped open,
"Oh my friend! Only now did I just remember. I do not wish to infect you with the pox of chickens!" I smiled,
"Its okay Star, I already had it once, and you cant get it twice."
"Why?"
"Well, your body builds up an immunity to it. I don't know if yours can, but we'll see a doctor tomorrow."
"Affirmative, a doctor we shall journey to."
"So just get some sleep and I'll bring you some chicken noodle soup later."
"Ohh, chickens.... I see." She mumbled as I stood up.
"No scratching." I commanded as I opened the door and ran right into Robin.
"Is she going to be okay?" I smiled at the concern in his eyes.
"Don't worry Romeo, she's going to be just fine. Its only 'the pox of chickens'." We started walking down the hall to the elevator.
"But there is something bothering me." Robin was instantly alert.
"What?"
"Well, Starfire is really vulnerable, she's on a planet full of illnesses she hasn't been vaccinated for. Have you ever gotten her shots?"
"Well when she first came to earth, I remember they had to have her have a big medical exam thing to make sure she wasn't carrying any germs from her planet, but I don't think they ever gave her any shots or anything."
"Well, we'll talk to the doc tomorrow."
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I had bundled Starfire in so much warm clothing that she looked like a snowman. She hobbled stiff legged under the weight of so much clothing, it was actually really funny to watch.
"I do not wish to visit the man of heal." Starfire whispered to me as we entered the main lobby of the doctor's office.
"Don't be scared Starry. Remember-," I pointed to a poster with a picture of a cartoon boy getting a check up with a cartoon doctor." Doctors are your friends!" I read off the poster.
But Star didn't look comforted, and I could see why. The doctor on the poster looked really stoned. He had a wide-eyed expression and looked like he was going to grow fangs and devour the boy alive. I wouldn't be comforted either.
"But Robin told me of shots. I do not wish to partake in this particular activity."
"It will be okay Star, I promise."
"Doctor Rogers will be with you in a moment." The young lobbyist informed us as he filed her bright pink nails.
I led star to a bench in the "sick" area of the waiting room. A little boy was coughing uncontrollably beside us. Star looked to him.
"I have the pox of the chickens, do you have the cough of a seal?" The little boy stared at her and continued coughing. A baby started wailing from the other side of the room. Starfires face grew more concerned.
"I wish to go home now please! There is an essence of sick and unhappy here."
"Starfire?" We looked up to a middle aged man wearing a white medical coat and a stethoscope draped fashionable around his neck.
"She's right here," I said.
"No she is not!" Starfire exclaimed.
"Come on Star," I literally dragged her as we followed the doctor down the hall.
"At fist I thought it was a mistaken but I really do get the honor a treating a Titan," Doctor Rogers said pleasantly as we made out way down the hall.
Star dug her heels into the carpet trying to make me stop but I continued to drag her. Doctor Rogers stopped outside of a door labeled 12A and opened the door. I led Star inside and sat her down on the padded doctors table.
"So Miss. Starfire, what brings you here today?"
"Naomi."
"No, Star, he means what are you sick with."
"Oh, yes. I am ailed with the pox of chickens."
"Oh I see. Naomi? You can take a seat right there." He gestured to a small table covered with old magazines and a little red chair. I took a seat.
"Now, Miss Starfire. I have looked over your medical record and it shows that you have never had a shot. Am I correct in saying so?" She wiggled uncomfortable,
"Yes, that is correct." He turned and frowned at me as if it was my fault. Well that's just great. Its always Naomi's fault. Just blame it on me I don't care.
"Well we might as well get it done now while you're here." All the color drained from Stars face.
"I do not believe that is necessary." She said quickly. I felt so bad for Starfire.
"Its ok Star, I promise, it will be over with very soon. Just don't look at the needle." She shook her head furiously and mouthed, 'I wish to go home now please!' The doctor grabbed his clipboard,
"Just sit put ladies, I'll be back in a few minutes with the vaccinations. Feel free to read a magazine." He shut the door quietly behind him. Starfire looked around the room.
"What sorts of a facility dose not have windows?!?" She asked.
"So no crazed patient can fly out and escape." I tried to look serious but a smile erupted on my face.
"Stop you smile! This is no situation for a smile!" Then she thought for a minute.
"Naomi? Have you every received a shot before?"
"Yeah, loads of times."
"Dose it hurt much?"
"Nah, not to much."
"Please demonstrate the amount of pain in the form of a pinch." I reached out and gently pinched her arm.
"Is that all?"
"Yeah." She opened her mouth to say something but the doctor retuned to the room with a tray of syringes.
"Normally you get shots over the course of you life, but since you were not here you will receive your basic line shots right now, and I'll give you an ointment that will clear up you pox before you leave."
"How shots many would that be?"
"About seven."
"Holy shit." The doctor raised his eyebrows but didn't comment on my profanity.
"Miss Starfire? Please take off your many coats." She shed them and cringed as Doctor Rogers advanced on her.
"Don't worry, it's just a cotton ball with antibacterial cleanser on it." He began to rub the antibacterial cotton ball on her arm.
"Are you ready Miss Starfire?" she nodded and I stood up and walked beside her.
"Look at me Star, not the needle."
"It is difficult."
"Difficult? Am I really that ugly?" She laughed and didn't even notice the needle slid into her arm.
"Okay, one down."
"Is that all?" She asked, sounding amazed. He nodded.
"So," Asked doctor Rogers as he prepared the next needle, "How is life going so far? Any leads on Slade yet?"
Needle in.
"Not yet, Robin says he's close to finding his hid out though."
Needle out.
Needle in.
"Really?"
Needle out.
"Yes."
Needle in.
"What about that French guy?"
Needle out. My face flushed as I thought about Ice. Ice was a fugitive from France that had marked me out as his one and only. I only wanted to kill him.
"I hate him."
Needle in.
"That is truthful. She tells me so every day."
Needle out.
"My daughter thinks he's pretty good looking."
Needle in.
"You should get her eyes checked."
Needle out.
"For what?"
Needle in.
"For blindness."
Needle out.
"Last one." The doctor said cheerfully as he gave Star the last shot.
"What color band aid would you like? I always let my patients pick the color of there last shot."
"Truly?" She looked down to the colorful assortment of bandages. She pondered for a moment.
"Pink... no, yellow. Wait! No..." I rolled my head back and groaned.
"Just pick."
"Blue." As we left the building with a tube of chicken pox medicine Starfire leaned in close to me to whisper something.
"Do you know why I chose the color of blue for my adhesive bandage strip?" I shook my head. "Because I am aware that it is your favorite color." I hugged her.
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It was a couple weeks after the last chicken pox cleared off of Star. Beastboy and I were having one of our most heated debates.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"I duno, where do you wanna go?"
"I duno where do you want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
"I duno where do YOU want to go?"
I smiled; he could be so cute sometimes. Sometimes.
We ended up going to Froth, a cute little coffee shop on the corner of Silver Street in downtown. As we entered the softly lit shop I inhaled the smell of the freshly brewed coffee.
We walked to the counter, thankful it wasn't crowed. The last thing we needed was to be ambushed by a group of crazed teens, asking if Beastboy and I were really going out. But the people that were there were staring and whispering at us. Beastboy decided to assert his manlyness by ordering.
"Yeah, Id like an espresso and she like-" He looked to me.
"A small cappuccino with vanilla syrup."
"Right, your total comes to $3.89." We paid for our coffee and sat down on a soft sofa in the corner. We talked of various things, even after our coffee had been drunk. I snuggled closer to him.
"We better be getting back," he whispered looking at the time.
"Nooo..." I whined pitiful grabbed his arm. He laughed and agreed to stay five for minutes. But five minutes became ten. Then twenty. Then thirty.
"Now we really need to go back," Beastboy said grinning, "I told Robin we'd be back like, halve an hour ago. He's going to freak out."
"When doesn't he? But yeah, lets go, I need to take a shower."
"We could always take a shower together..." Beastboy said carefully. I stared at him with one corner of my mouth upturned.
"What?"
"We wouldn't do anything... just take a shower." He blushed, "Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Unless you want to."
"Beastboy! Are you always this horny?"
"Yes and I'm sorry. I can't help it." I smiled. Yes, hormones are a very hard thing to live with. At least he was being sweet about it. At least he wasn't being perverted and stupid like some bastards I know. Like Ice.
"Sorry BB. Not this time." He collected out empty cup and was about to throw them away when my communicator when off.
Dun... dun... dundun... dun... dundundundun! Beastboy looked at me strangely.
"Naomi? Why did your commentator ring the death march?"
"Oh, I changed the ring tone thing."
"Wow, you can do that?"
"Yeah, I had Gizmo set it for me when we captured him last month. I also made him set the time on the VCR. Only a genius could figure that fucking thing out."
Dun... dun.... dundun dun.... dundundundun! I flipped it open. Cyborgs face flickered onto the screen.
"Hey Nomi Homi Whasup?"
"Not a whole lot G-dawg." I laughed; I love pretending to be gangster with Cyborg.
"Well, sorry to intrude on your daaaate but we have a situation." I was instantly alert.
"What's up?"
"The police station just called, Jinx is causing trouble at a local carnival."
"Carnival? Yeah... isn't it like the Dreamland carnival? By the mall?"
"Yeah, that's it. Listen, you need to check that out for us okay? We got our hands full. There was a third degree robbery at the Debos Spy wear factory. We think it might have been the work of Slade. Robins went fucking ballistic looking for him. Can you handle this yourself?"
"Sure, I can handle that little witch bitch."
"Hey, I could come too." Beastboy said.
"No, we need you here little green. We need you to use you doggie nose to sniff out Slade. Starfire was going to help you Naomi, but remember what happened the last time?"
I remembered back to when we all went a carnival. Star had gotten so upset with the bottle pyramid game.
"I can not win! It is impossible! They have made it so it is imposable to win!" She had yelled, making a seen. Then she had starbolted the pyramid of bottles. The guy gave us all prizes just to go away. Beastboy looked sadly at me, upset that he had to leave to work.
"Don't you be complaining!!! I have to go hang out with carnies!"
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StArRy- Naomi is such a good friend! Poor Star! Ok, now we are getting underway.
These first three chapters were just to review one the story, now we are getting into the meat and potatoes of the story. So read and review!
