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.
KEY:
'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. 'Plorhtack' is, as far as I know, entirely my invention. Caution: Contents may explode if heated. Children under twelve: consult a physician. Keep hands and feet clear at all times.
And now, on with the show
Beast Boy sat there for a long time that night, pondering his taciturn friend's last words. He tried changing into various animals - sometimes thinking from the cunning perspective of a tiger or the patient perspective of a tortoise gave him useful alternate perspectives on a problem - but that night, his powers were to be of no use. Did she, or didn't she? Was he just making a mountain out of a mole-hill, or was there some sense in his thoughts? Finally, at three in the morning, Beast Boy stood up, stared angrily at the moon, and silent screamed at it.
"I don't know!"
The boy named Robin grinned mischievously. 'What better chance?' he thought. But then he looked up. He saw the green eyes, the auburn hair. He faltered.
"Is something troubling you, friend Robin?" asked Starfire concernedly. "You appear to be experiencing a great internal dilemma."
"No," replied Robin. "I'm, uh, just thinking about, um, stuff." He scolded himself at his words. 'Stuff? STUFF?! What kind of bumbling buffoon are you?' thought Robin. Then he smiled inwardly. Despite her naive nature, Starfire had the uncanny ability to read others' feelings. It wasn't invasive, like mind-reading that Raven could do. It was more of a hypersensitivity to others' pains and pleasures.
"Are you sure, Robin?" asked an even-more-concerned Starfire. "You seem to have lost your power to communicate in connected sentences. On my planet, people only speak in such fragments after drinking copious amounts of wine at the festival of Plorhtack."
"No," replied Robin, "I'm fine. Thanks Starfire." But to himself, he thought differently. 'Drunk, Starfire? No, not on alcohol. But maybe just a little intoxicated.'
Raven shot up violently from her bed, her usually emotionless, slightly disapproving eyes wide with terror. She fought to control her wild emotions, breathing deeply and try to find her center. 'It was just a stupid dream', she thought to herself angrily. Then she realized her anger, and tried to subdue that too. "Fuck!"she thought, as the lampshade next to her bed burst, showering her with glass.
Raven half lay, half threw herself down on her bed, closed her eyes, and stubbornly tried to shut out the world. A few minutes later, the purple sorceress had dreams of green. She smiled. Green was okay. Peaceful, she thought contentedly from the midst of her dream. Not like red. Trigon red. This was green. Grass green. Leaf green. Or maybe something else.
Raven snickered, an action which unfortunately also woke her up again. 'Damnit,' she thought, though with not nearly as much anger this time. She didn't even sit up this time, but just closed her eyes, and smiled slightly.