First, a note or two:
This is the second of my stories, and once again, I beg those of you who know everything about the included series not to complain. I am not trying to be as faithful to the comics or TV series as possible, so if you want accuracy, I suggest you look somewhere else.
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'Blah' = thought
"Blah" = speech
I don't own the Teen Titans or any of the undermentioned items. Teen Titans is a trademark of some large comic company and Cartoon Network. Do not insert metal items into socket. Do not operate heavy machinery after use. Contents may be hot. Ask your doctor before using this product.
And now, on with the show.
The blue-hooded figure moved silently down the hallway and approached the midnight glow of the kitchen of Titans Tower. The figure stopped in front of the refrigerator, and, with a sound as silent as a beetle's breath, drifted to the floor. Metrion of Azerath, or Raven to those who knew her on Earth, was unusually hungry. Maybe it was the unusual flashes of green that pervaded her usually unbroken sleep. Maybe it was the intense fighting that the team had been engaged in the entire previous week. Maybe she just needed a sandwich.
Raven was searching for the sliced turkey among various moldy blue unmentionables when she noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye. She looked down and saw the shadow where the refrigerator light hit her legs. Crossing that shadow was another shadow she expected: that created by the nightlight left on to guide roving Titans to their nocturnal meals like moths to a porch light. However, crossing that second shadow was a third shadow wholly unexpected.
Raven looked up, and saw that a light next to the couch was on. Next to that light, the familiar green changeling was sitting on the couch in front of the television. The television was off, so Beast Boy was obviously not watching that. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands, pointed towards the window.
'Strange way to sleep' thought Raven stupidly, before she realized that Beast Boy couldn't possibly be asleep, and mentally scolded herself for her idiocy. She grabbed her sandwich and drifted over to the hunched form. "You're up late," she said, by way of a greeting.
"Couldn't sleep," replied Beast Boy, his usually jovial manner strangely absent.
"Thinking about her?" inquired Raven gently.
Beast Boy nodded.
"You know, Garfield, I must admit, I never really had any respect for Terra. No fondness towards her. Not until the end at least. Maybe I was worried she'd steal one of us away. You, maybe."
At these last words, Beast Boy came out of his trance and stared at Raven, a look of confusion on his face. "Me, maybe? Whaddya mean by that?"
Raven, to Beast Boy's surprise and pleasure, turned bright red and looked horrified. She muttered something unintelligible and bolted from the room.
Beast Boy sat alone once again in the dark room contemplating what the young sorceress had just uttered. Why had she singled him out? Why had she mentioned only him, and not the other three? What was it about Garfield Logan that made him of importance to the unfeeling Raven, Metrion of Azerath?