I apologize sincerely for the time it's taken to get this up and running again…my vacations have been too close together…Anyway, here's the next installment of the Just Another Moment collection.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or anything else for that matter.

This shot is for Shadowofazarath. It is CyborgStarfire. Although I am having a more difficult time with your request for RavenCyborg, it is in the works and will probably be out soon.

Part of the Whole

Cyborg admired the shine on his car. Together with his metal exterior, they were like a set of mirrors. He could see himself reflected perfectly on the vehicle's surface.

"That's my baby," he said proudly. This car was his world. Then he noticed something else in the metallic surface, a tall, slender, orange form standing behind him. The humanoid turned around. "Hey Star." She smiled brightly.

"Greetings, friend Cyborg! The others are all otherwise engaged and I wished for the company." Her happiness was infectious and he found himself grinning back.

"Sure. You like the new waxing job on my car?"

"Oh yes! It is most shiny!" He laughed, before seeing her eyes become puzzled.

"What's up, Starfire? You look confused." She glanced up at him.

"May I ask you the question?" He nodded and took a seat next to her.

"Why do you call the vehicle your child?" Unlike the teasing, amused looks his other friends had when they asked him that, her face was genuinely curious.

"It's like a part of me, I guess. I mean, I can identify with it, you know?" He cast a wry look at his tech. "Like we're both made of the same stuff." She lifted a hand and ran it lightly over his metal chest and shoulders.

"Then you are like a car."

"Yeah." Cy chuckled. "I guess you could say that."

"But friend," the alien objected, "you are not the machine. You are Cyborg, are you not?"

"That's what they call me," he replied, "but sometimes I don't know." The sadness in his voice upset her.

"No. You are not the machine. You are not the car." It was more a declaration than anything, a final statement. His human eye focused on her.

"You don't think so?" She shook her head vehemently.

"Machines do not feel. Machines do not have the affectionate life-giving organ." By this, he assumed she meant a heart. "You possess both feeling and this organ. You are alive. Machines are not." This seemed to be the end of her small speech; the metal man regarded his companion quietly. All of a sudden, she pointed to the car. "That is not you. It is merely a…how do you say it…part of the whole." He smiled. Somehow, through all the layers of his metallic shell, she had managed to touch his heart.

"That's right. It's part of me." She nodded.

"But do not forget that it is not who you are." Reaching over, he lay a silver hand on her cheek.

"I won't, as long as you don't let me."

"I will not let you have the problem of personal identification." His low, booming laugh echoed around the garage, prompting that beautiful smile upon her countenance once more.

"I hope I was good enough company. If not, I'll make it up to you, I promise." The smile widened.

"Oh no, friend Cyborg. You were a most wonderful accompaniment!" Her fingers curled over his as she said this. "I thank you most joyously."

"Anytime, girl." Standing up, he offered her his arm, escorting the pretty Tamaranian back into the Tower. As they left the concrete room, his voice drifted back through the closing door. "Someday you should try convincing that little booger that I'm not a hunk of tin." And then her answer:

"Friend Beast Boy is not a booger…"

Just like that, the moment was gone.

Yeah, the word booger has a way of killing all romance…anyway, please review and tell me suggestions, thoughts, etc. You know the drill. Thanks:D

Xx RavenStar