A/N: Hey, sorry for the delay but between personal stuff and the site being down things got crazy. Anyway, I saw that screwed up my format (in some cases there were question marks were apostrophe were suppose to be) and hopefully that is all fixed now that I updated the text. I got a go hit the box which I have designated to represent , and take my aggression out on it.

Disclaimer: I'll make this plain and simple, I don't own the Teen Titans.

Starfire flew over the bay and then over Jump City's skyscrapers. Beast Boy had been very specific on where she should go (that drugstore next to the big glass, triangle looking building) and what she was supposed to get (cold medicine, the kind in a blue bottle) to the point he drew pictures. Starfire thought they looked more like oakarnons than a map and bottle. If she had looked down, she would have noticed the T-Car stuck in the alley. The vehicle wasn't stuck because it had run out of gas or some other malfunction. Cyborg had made sure nothing like that would ever happen to his "baby".

Cyborg wished it would rain. Specifically he wished it would rain on this parade. He watched floats and marching bands go by from the driver's seat of the T-Car, his chin currently resting in his hand. He and Robin had a great place to watch what seemed to be this never-ending procession of hot-air balloons and people. Though, unlike the good people watching at home, they couldn't change the channel. Not only we they late picking up the mayor but it was pretty boring.

"You sure we can't get out of here until the parade ends," Robin asked from the passenger seat.

"Look behind you genius, the parade wraps around that street too."

"Just asking,"

Meanwhile back at the tower things were going only slightly better. Raven was now sitting up right on the couch, once again trying to meditate. In this day alone she had broken more things were her powers than she had in the past few months! Now it was coughing or sneezing that was stopping her, but the fact her eyelids seemed very heavy, and the couch and blanket seemed a little softer.

What's wrong with me, Raven thought, I got enough sleep last night. What was wrong with her was that she was sick, just a possibility.

"Go head, sleep for a little bit," a voice said, as if reading her mind, and startled her.

Her eyelids fluttered open to see Beast Boy standing there with that toothy grin of his, leaning against the back of the sectional. Wondering how he knew Raven then noticed she had blanket wadded up like a pillow. That could have given him a clue.

"No I have to meditate,"

"Rae, I seriously doubt you can blow up the entire tower in your sleep."

"Don't call me that," she snapped but then sighed. This was going anywhere fast. Maybe if she did get some extra sleep she could finally focus. She lied on her side and was quickly the arms of Morpheus. For those of you that done know, that's not a Matrix reference, but one to Greek mythology and is a euphuism for "falling asleep". Go and look if up if you're confused.

One person that would probably have to look it up (if he had the attention span to), Beast Boy, smiled at the sleeping Raven but then his communicator when off. He turned on the yellow, round device to be greeted by the image of Robin.

"Beast Boy, it looks like we are going to be late, so you and Starfire are going to have to start warming up some food. I trust that even you can't screw that up. Hey," the Boy Wonder cranked his head to the side to see past BB, "where is Starfire anyway?"

The green teen's mind froze and whatever good excuse on why Starfire wasn't in the room flew out the window, "Ummmm…"

Starfire wondered down the small convenience store's aisles looking for a bottle that remotely resembled the crude picture Beast Boy had drawn. She hummed along with the dull music that came from the speakers. It reminded her of what Robin had called elevator music, that they had heard in all places, the elevator of City Hall when they had journeyed to meet the mayor. However this music had words, but there was one that kept popping up that Starfire didn't understand, "Christmas". She mentally reminded herself to ask the others what this "Christmas" was when she returned to the big T she called home.

"Miss," Star turned to see a bored-looking blonde teenager girl wearing the store's uniform two-ply polyester smock, "May I help you?"

"Yes, you certainly may! Can you please direct to wear the bottle of cold relief are stored?" Starfire held up the paper with Beast Boy's sketch very close to the worker's face.

"Yeah," the worker taking a step back, "I'll show you."

Speaking of City Hall (please refer to the last decent size paragraph) that is where one ticked of mayor and his permanently calm assistant were. Marcie watched the man she called boss pace up and down the lobby of the government building. She was used to this because it seemed pacing was the mayor's own personal form of exercise. He paced when he need to think, when he was preparing for a speech, when he was upset and even when he was bored but currently he was pacing because he was angry, very angry. She knew this routine very well and in a few moments his left eyebrow was going to twitch twice and then he would suddenly stop in the middle of floor and start talking, but not to her face.

The mayor's eyebrow twitch two times, he stopped pacing and began to talk, his face directed towards a former mayor's portrait (Marcie knew he way a very predictable creature), "Can believe these kids are standing us up. I am the mayor, the most powerful man in this city and they are standing me up! No respect kids have today, absolutely no respect! Back when I was their age I would have been very punctual especially with my elders. They could have had the common decent to call and say they were going to be late!"

If the mayor hadn't been ranting he would have heard the phone ringing in his office.

Cyborg sighed and turned to Robin, "No luck man, I don't think he is in his office."

"Great," Robin sarcastically commented. He was still fuming from receiving the news that Beast Boy had sent Starfire by herself to the store. Even though Beast Boy had pointed out that he couldn't hold money in animal form and someone had to stay with Raven, Robin still didn't understand BB's reasoning. Silence once again filled the car, and it was grating on Cyborg's nerves. Robin had never been that much of a conversationalist but Cyborg figured he might as well try, it would stop the boredom.

"Hey Robin, I got a question,"

"Shoot,"

"I was wondering this when we went stopping but I forgot to ask. Anyway, what is the difference between a sweet potato and a yam? They both look the same and they taste the same."

"I…don't know."

"I guess I'll look it up on the internet when we get back to the tower."

Silence returned, mocking Cyborg's failed attempt at a conversation.

To say Beast Boy was busy is an understatement. He was busy trying to get everything ready for the Thanksgiving dinner. Though Beast Boy thought two o'clock, which was the rapidly approaching time Robin had designated as dinner time, was way too early. It wasn't exactly lunch time either, it was more of a "dunch" or maybe a "linner". The emerald shapesifter frowned, neither of those two names sounded very good. He was taken out of his thought by the green digits of "0:02" on the microwave. Quickly he flung open the microwave door before it started beeping. He didn't want to wake up Raven, who was snoring ever so slightly, but that was probably because her nose was all stuffed up. He took out the hot plate of yams (or are they sweet potatoes) with the melted marshmallows and took it to the table he had set up in the empty area between the kitchen section, the couch and the entrance to the common room. Beast Boy had gone down to the basement and brought it all the way up to the top floor. He had also brought six of the nice chairs up, but since there was the odd amount of seven people he also brought up a cloth, fold-out beach chair that had been near the table. The thing nearly attacked him when he tried setting it up.

Then he heard the oven timer beginning to buzz. Quickly he rushed back and turned it off along with the heat dial but he didn't take the bird out. He had turned off the heat, so it should stop cooking, right? Besides, Beast Boy had more pressing matters on hand, how to make Raven's herbal tea!

A/N: I figured this is a good place to stop. Anyway, I would like to that my lone reviewer so far (this is hopefully due to being on read-only mode, hopefully): Blaze-firestorm

I'm going to go kick my box some more.