Hey all, here is an updated chapter that was proof-read by none other than Goddess Grief. Hope y'all like it, no biggie if you don't. It's a pointless chapter with none of the meat and potatoes goodness that I like... but give it a chance.
Enjoy!

-He started the day with a move and a shake
-He was finally arranged
-And someone said with a cold hard chest, your a mess
-He woke up at nights, he thought he was twice, he was moving away
-Because everyone thinks it goes away with age

-Hold me now, don't start shaking
-You keep me safe
-Don't ever think your the only one
-When times are tough in your new age

-Hold me now, don't start shaking
-You keep me safe
-Don't ever think your the only one
-When times are tough in your new age

-You better be cool... at the time

---The Polyphonic Spree---

Chapter 4 "Hold me now"

The view wasn't very spectacular. Actually, it was downright boring! The entire top half of the globe was covered in clouds. Several storm systems swirled about over an unknown ocean, one seemed to be two separate storms that were joining to become a giant one. The latest reports of trouble only came from weather related problems... Even evil seemed to take a day off when it rained.

Robin looked down and studied the frame of the window. It was lined with tiny vents that, if he remembered correctly, helped regulate the temperature of the station. Batman had explained the workings of the station to him a few years ago, but he didn't spend much time here. He only remembered the major operating systems and where the mess hall was.
He turned away from the window and looked at his teammates. The launch had taken a lot out of them. Movies and T.V. shows never seemed to focus on that. They just showed rockets blasting off into space and then flying off to places unknown. No mention of how the fight against several G's experienced at liftoff drained the energy out of you, or how your throat dried up with exposure to the canned air that keeps you alive. It's always flying around and having laser fights in asteroid belts. Good for Sci-fi buffs, not good for science buffs... If there is such a thing, that is.

He walked over to one of the tables in the center of the room. Beast-Boy was sleeping in one of the chairs, a small puddle of drool forming where he had laid his head on the table. He looked severely uncomfortable, but he was sleeping already so Robin decided against waking him. In the far corner of the room there was a few reclining chairs and two sofas. Raven was sitting in one of the recliners with her legs crossed and a book on her lap. He walked over to where she was sitting and asked her what she was reading. After waiting a second for a reply he leaned down to wave his hand in front of her face to brake her trance. He peered under her hood and noticed she was fast asleep. He sighed as he shrugged his shoulders and walked over to one of the couches.

This couch was occupied by a curled up red haired girl. Starfire, who was obviously cold, was so tightly coiled up that she only took up two of the three cushions. He noted the temperature inside the station was slightly chilled. After all, the station was in space and surrounded by a icy vacuum that froze anything that ventured into it unprotected. He laughed to himself quietly while noticing the irony that was on display before him. A creature that could survive an interstellar journey without a spacecraft seemed to get cold with the slightest drop in temperature. One day he would ask her about how she could survive in space without air or heat, but right now she was asleep and possibly dreaming about some far off land filled with wonder.

Robin reached for his neck and unclipped his cape. He removed it and took a close look at it, noting that the modifications he made seemed to be working. The outer layer still had the matrix polymer that reflected heat and radiation, but the normally bare inner layer had been lined with a thicker layer of down fill. He figured that the new layer would keep him warm in the colder environment of the T-Sub and the Watchtower. So it was time to put his newly tweaked cape to the test.

He laid it over Starfire's sleeping body, covering her feet to just shy of her shoulders. He stood back for a second and watched how she reacted to her new half-blanket. She continued to slumber without moving or even noticing to the cover that now laid on her. Robin shrugged again and looked around the room. Cyborg was still working on the T-Sub down in the hangar bay. He insisted that several modifications be completed before the remainder of the journey. So, rather than argue, he just left Cyborg to complete the task of tinkering with the craft.

For a reason unknown to himself, he decided to sit down on the last available cushion on the couch that Starfire was sleeping on. Robin eased himself down onto the sofa and slowly sank in as the foam molded itself to his body. It was actually very comfortable, a little too much actually. He immediately became tired and let out a long yawn. He had intended to stay awake for the duration of their visit to the station, but his body had other plans. The room became fuzzy and dim as his eyes began to close. He shook his head and brought the room back into focus. There had to be a reason that Batman didn't put a coffee machine in the mess hall, but Robin couldn't think of one.

Perhaps a soda or one of those flavored sparkling waters would help keep him awake. He looked at the refrigerator on the far wall. It seemed to be hundreds of feet away from the very comfortable couch he now sat in. Besides, his body had become very heavy... actually it was his legs, or one leg in particular, that felt extra heavy. He groggily looked down to find that Starfire had stretched out on the couch and was using his left leg as a pillow. The corner of his lips perked up in a half smile as he rested his hand on her shoulder. The lights in the room became darker and darker until he was dropped into the blackness of sleep.

Cyborg whistled as he continued his work on the T-Sub. All it needed were a few adjustments and the job would be complete. On the last trip out the craft didn't have any functioning weapons (none that would work in space that is). The torpedo tubes had been replaced with charged particle launchers and the sonic cannon had been upgraded to fire through the vast distances of space. One last bolt to tighten and... Finally! Cyborg stood up and wiped his brow. Placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head he spoke

"Now, don't that feel better? I don't expect you to see any combat, but 'hope for the best, prepare for the worst' is a good motto to follow".

He patted the wing of the craft and let out a long yawn. The control panel on his arm let out a beep and flashed a message that caught his attention. He scratched his head and thought aloud "Now where am I going to recharge in this place?"

He scratched his head and walked out of the hanger, looking for a high current outlet that would work with his system. He walked the halls for several minutes until he was sure that he was lost. He activated his communicator and was about to call Robin, but he remembered what J'onn had told them when they arrived.
Following the hallway until it intersected another, he found what he was looking for. A lone computer terminal was fastened to the wall where the corridors joined at a "T" section. All he had to do was plug into the computer and find where the nearest outlet was, and then he would be home free.

The bed shook violently for a second, then was still. She waited to open her eyes. Was that just a dream? The bed shook again and bolted upward, now awake. Her eyes scanned the room, but nothing looked familiar to her. Another earthquake tossed her head back and she sat up, trying to get her bearings. The room was brightly lit and sparsely decorated, only filled with tables and chairs. As her eyes adjusted to the painfully bright lights, she could make out the shape of Beast-Boy (now in the shape of a polar bear) who was sprawled out on one of the tables. Her memory came up to speed and she realized where she was, but that didn't explain the tremors she felt.

Starfire looked over her shoulder and saw Robin asleep on the couch next to her. His muscles tensed and released in the characteristic shiver of someone who was experiencing a winter chill. Looking down she saw the cause of his discomfort. His cape was now covering her legs and afforded him no protection from the cold space station air. She smiled and pulled the cape close, the scent of it sending chills down her spine. The soft inner lining was gentle to the touch and even tickled her face as she nuzzled it. She replaced the cape on her legs and held out her hand. The palm of her hand began to glow a light shade of green with a slow flash that matched the beating of her heart. She placed the hand on Robin's knee and closed her eyes. Her hand became brighter and soon enveloped Robin with a green outline. His shivering stopped instantly and was replaced with calm breathing and relaxation. She smiled and laid her head on his lap. They both continued to glow as she closed her eyes again and went back to sleep.