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.

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. Warning: risk of electric shock. Sale of this story without a front cover is prohibited. Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. No user serviceable parts inside.

Please review if you've read this story. I will not continue to update unless I get reviews.

Sam is (sort of) based off of someone, although I've changed the name. If you can guess off of whom she's based, I'll run away screaming and asking you to stop reading my mind.

And now, on with the show.

On a small, mostly blue-green planet nestled in the outer third of the Milky Way Galaxy, an anomaly had occurred. Deep within a tall, T-shaped tower, the alien girl named Starfire by her earthling friends was angry at the boy named Robin. He had still not asked her, and she was getting impatient. He wasn't even paying attention to her, acting as if she was something to be avoided at all costs. Which, thought Starfire morosely, she probably was to him. So Starfire waited long hours for Robin to finally make his move. But the Boy Wonder, leader of the most formidable team yet to walk the face of the earth, conqueror of a hundred villains, and savior of the free peoples of earth, could not face up to the prospect of asking a girl on a single simple dance. Robin and Starfire had gone to formal occasions before, and had enjoyed themselves. But this time, realized both teenagers, it was different. This time, if both sides accepted, there would be no "innocent dancing between just friends." The red envelope had signified that in its scarlet colors. This would be a date, pure and simple, and a step far and above the friendly outings that had seemed so innocent and so long ago.

All this went through both teenagers' heads, and swirled around like a bad stomach ache. Finally, Starfire could stand it no longer, and pulled Robin aside after breakfast. She looked at him, her eyes narrowed dangerously, a slight hint of dangerous green energy lurking in their midst. "I have been taught," said Starfire slowly, "as an educated Tamaranian to be patient – one often must be to withstand the immobile chrysalis stage – but this does not make any sense. Now, are you going to propose a partnership for the musical assemblage, or must I seek companionship elsewhere?"

"Buh buh buh," stuttered Robin, utterly shocked out of any comprehensible attempts at communication.

"Fine," said Starfire angrily, turning away, "I'll find someone else." She started to leave.

"Wait!" shouted Robin suddenly. "Yes!"

"Yes?" asked Starfire, raising an eyebrow. "I believe you are supposed to ask me according to the custom? Backwards today, aren't you?" And then she smiled to herself. "But yes will do just fine."

Just a little before midday, Cyborg returned to the tower holding the hand of a round-faced, dark-blonde haired girl with startling blue-green eyes. He introduced her to the other four Titans as Samantha Pelucer, and she shook hands with each teen in turn. Beast boy noticed that Raven, although obviously attempting to be much friendlier to the new arrival – perhaps she felt guilty about never giving Terra a chance – still eyed the new girl cautiously. The six teenagers, after dealing with the formalities, all piled into Cyborg's car, and drove off to lunch.

A few minutes later, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, Robin, Sam, and Starfire were all crowded under one of the purple umbrellas of the Titans' favorite pizza shop. They immediately began to have a heated debate about which topping to order, with Beast Boy vouching for the merits of vegetables, and Cyborg campaigning religiously for a meat topping, when Sam, who had otherwise been rather quiet, spoke up.

"Um," she began eloquently, "we could just get the toppings on the side and get a plain."

The other five stared at her, and Cyborg smirked. Then an ensemble of yeahs and duhs and why-didn't-I-think-of-thats rent the silence. The Titans followed Sam's suggestion and, for the first time in ages, had a relatively peaceful lunch. 'Finally,' thought Raven, raising one eyebrow in an impressed manner, 'Someone with a little rational sense.'