Standard disclaimers apply.

Note: Just something I wrote in one sitting...


"I bet it's poison," Cyborg said, staring at the glass.

"I say it's the blood of a half-tiger, half-wolf freak experiment!" Beast Boy said dramatically.

"It looks like a Glorb's stomach acid," Starfire observed. "Are you sure this planet has been thoroughly disinfected?"

The three Titans had ventured into the refrigerator (Beast Boy for some tofu, Cyborg for some meat, and Starfire for ingredients of some Tamaranian delicacy) and found a crude-looking bottle of purple liquid. Cyborg judged from the thick texture look than it was not merely water with food coloring. Besides, it was glowing. Since when did anyone invent glowing food coloring?

Beast Boy, dramatic as always, came up with bizarre theories. Cyborg, who had seen many science fiction movies, supposed it was some kind of potion science would find a miracle in. Didn't all movies have a bottle of glimmering liquid that could probably blow up an entire city? Yeah, that was it: Pandemonium In A Bottle.

While Starfire named the many creatures that it could have belonged to, Cyborg had the courage to pick it up ("ARGH! We're all gonna die!" Beast Boy shouted.), and put it on the table. Closing the fridge, they continued to observe the purple stuff. It was as mesmerizing as a lava lamp, except a riveting shade of purple.

"Hey, what're you guys doing?" Robin came up behind them. They all started, not hearing him come. He was as bad as Batman sometimes.

They explained the situation.

"What if Slade put it in? We could be cursed and not know about it!" Beast Boy said, wringing his hands.

"I doubt Slade's latest mastermind plot would be as simple as sticking a vial into the refrigerator," Robin said at once. "Besides, it could be Raven's. Have you asked her?"

Cyborg and Starfire looked at each other; they hadn't thought of that. But Beast Boy wasn't impressed with the idea.

"Why would Raven keep something of hers in the fridge for any of us to get?" he argued.

Cyborg rolled his eyes. Now he chose to grow a brain.

"Dunno, dude," Cyborg said. "Maybe she's finally trusting us."

"Although..." Starfire spoke up, staring intently at the bottle. "She did mention to me that she disliked using places of storage that all of us have access to...especially Beast Boy."

"Hey!"

"Well, you did go into her room without her permission—"

"And we totally save her butt! Right, Cy?"

"—And it is simply not her nature to leave things as important as this lying around."

They all looked at the vial again. The possibility of Slade being in on this was nil, and Raven being the owner of the mysterious bottle was also dimming.

"Where is Raven, anyway?" Robin asked.

"Has a cold," Cyborg said. "Or something like that. Said she didn't feel well."

"But she said her health at the present would be equivalent to a cold head," Starfire said.

"Uh...that's head cold, Star," Robin said.

"Never mind that!" Beast Boy said. "Do you realize this little thing could be our ultimate doom?"

They all looked at him.

"I believe Raven asked you the other night for the meaning of 'fat chance', Beast Boy," Starfire said, though she glanced at the vial uncertainly.

"She's got a point, BB," Cyborg said. "I mean—"

He was cut short by a slight cough. They turned and saw Raven standing there, with one eyebrow slightly raised.

"What're you doing with my medicine?" she demanded.

They all fell over.

"So it is yours," Robin said, looking heavenward.

Raven looked from Beast Boy, to Cyborg, to Starfire, to Robin, and then back to Beast Boy.

"Don't tell me..."

"Uh...didn't know you trusted us enough to keep your meds in the fridge, Rae," Cyborg said, sensing her irritation. A half-demon with a head cold that just discovered her friends staring at a bottle of her medicine. Not a pretty good situation, considering she had a soul self twice as big as the tower.

"I don't," she said simply, using her powers to unscrew the cap of the bottle and take a spoonful of the stuff. "Or at least, I did," she said thoughtfully.

They all watched as the purple liquid disappeared down her throat. She glared.

"What? It tastes better cold."