AN: Alright Bob, are we ready for the next chapter?
Bob the Muse: No, my soap is on.
Tenshi: You watch soaps?
Bob: Heck yeah, where do you think I get all my ideas?
Tenshi: Well, that explains why I hate all your ideas.
Bob: pouts. You're so mean.
Tenshi: Then run away Bob, run far, far away.
Bob: Nope, 'cause that's what you want.
Tenshi: Damn… how about reverse psychology – stay here Bob.
Bob: Ok.
Tenshi: Freakin' A! Oh fudge it already.
Bob: If you want a disclaimer I ain't doing it. I did it last chapter.
Tenshi: Whatever – but ain't is not a word.
Bob: Is so – it's in the dictionary.
Tenshi: Well it is not proper English – I can have your Muse license revoked.
Bob: grumbles… On with the story.
Tenshi: grins. I won this round!
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Breaking Point
By TenshiJaki
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"Originality is the art of concealing your sources." - Unknown
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The 'Monday Morning Meetings' were always the same; early, mandatory and boring. Sure, there had been a few exceptions but those were similar to actually finding an episode of the Tellytubbies that was interesting and entertaining. Needless to say they were so very rare that even Cyborgs brain couldn't compute the astronomical odds. Raven usually was the first one there, book in hand, waiting for Robin to suck away yet another hour of her life with useless drivel.

Today was different.

Raven did arrive early but she didn't go into the main room. Instead she hid in the hall and watched as the other Titans as they made their way in and after five minutes finally followed. She wanted to make sure she had an audience after all. Walking in she completely ignored the other four who looked at her in shock. Instead of going over and sitting down she headed into the kitchen area and proceeded to open all the cabinets as though looking for something. Finally, after five minutes of searching she laughed out loud, muttering to herself, though loud enough for the other four to hear, "Of course, stupid me."

Leaving all the cabinets open she headed for the fridge where she proceeded to take out the milk and walk over to the assembled Titans, not bothering to close the fridge. Upon reaching the seating area Raven placed the milk carton on the table and finally sat down. The other four were still looking at her as though she had grown an extra head though none were feeling brave enough to voice what they were thinking.

Taking a few seconds to compose himself Robin finally cleared his throat and proceeded with the meeting, alternating shooting glances at Raven and the still open fridge. "Uh, right. Now today we're going to talk about…" Robin stopped mid sentence to stare at Raven as she pulled something pink and furry out of her robe. His mouth dropped open when she shook the thing open and then placed it on her head.

"Uh, Raven?"
"YES ROBIN?"
"Why are you wearing earmuffs?"
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU, SPEAK UP!"
"I said, WHY ARE YOU WEARING EARMUFFS?"
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL!"

Robin felt a slight twinge coming from his own left eyebrow, though he had no idea that held any significance in this story. Deciding that it really wasn't worth the bother, or possible pain should he annoy the half demon enough, Robin continued with the meeting. Everything was going normal, well as normal as a meeting could go when three of your listeners only had eyes for the fourth listener who was wearing pink fuzzy earmuffs and having a quiet conversation with a carton of milk, until about half way through Raven looked over at Robin and asked him to speak up because she couldn't hear him when he was mumbling (1).

Robin decided to indulge her; after all, he knew he would be a little 'off' if his room had been completely decimated. Speaking louder Robin continued for another ten minutes when Raven requested that he speak up even more. "HONESTLY ROBIN, HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO HEAR YOU IF YOU KEEP MUMBLING?" It was about this time that Robin decided that he may as well wrap it up. No one was listening to him anyways; they weren't even trying to pretend attention like normal. Dismissing everyone he watched as the other three members of the team got up quickly, still watching Raven suspiciously, and left. When everyone had gone he approached the pale teen on the couch who was still quietly talking to the milk carton.

"Uh, Rae?"
"YES ROBIN?"
"Um… are you going to close the fridge?
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"The refrigerator… are you going to close the door?"
"I DID CLOSE THE DOOR."
"No you didn't, look, it's still open."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

Robin watched as Raven got off the couch and headed for the still open fridge. When she got there she examined it closely and then turned around, with out closing it, and sat back down on the couch.

"SEE, I TOLD YOU THE FRIDGE WASN'T OPEN."
"Wha… Raven, the fridge is open! Look, you can see inside of it!"

Robin got off the couch now and headed for the fridge. When he got there he proceeded to close it and all of the surrounding cabinets. When he was done he returned to the couch and looked at his friend closely. She was still wearing the pink fuzzy muffs and had a perplexed look on her face.

"ROBIN?"
"Yes?"
"WHY DID YOU OPEN THE FRIDGE?"

Robin simply sat there and stared at his obviously delusional teammate. Without a word he got up and headed off to find Cyborg. He needed to get the older teen to check on Raven, something was obviously very, very wrong.

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Raven watched as Robin left the room with a small smirk on her face. Operation: Sow Suspicion had gone off without a hitch. She had even noticed the faint twitching of their leader's eyebrow and was very, very satisfied. She decided to go ahead and start phase two of her plan, Operation: Up The Ante. Raven took the now warm milk and proceeded to collect the butter, half-n-half, eggs and a few other items from the fridge.

She then proceeded to phase said items around the room in different places such as the ventilation shaft, inside the monitor of Robin's favorite computer, inside the back of the couch and so on. Not only would this annoy the others when they went to go eat one of the said items but within a few days a horrible stench would permeate the air. And none of them would be able to locate the source. Raven laughed quietly to herself as she headed back to the guest room, plotting her next move.

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After speaking with Cyborg about the 'Raven problem' Robin felt reassured. Turns out that Beastboy, Starfire and Cyborg had all been discussing it anyways and had all reached the same conclusion. She was simply a little messed up because of the whole 'room' incident. They all agreed that she just needed a day or two to cool off and everything would be back to normal. They proceeded to go through the remainder of the morning as they normally would which consisted of, respectively, training, playing video games and making strange 'hunter orange' colored pudding.

Meanwhile… in the bat cave… er, sorry – wrong show…

Raven had just finished with her latest mission, Operation: I Know Something Is Different… This Operation consisted of Raven going into each of the other Titans rooms and making a few changes. In Starfire's room Raven had moved her pillows around on her bed, shifted her nightstand two inches farther away from the bed and had taken off with her hair brush completely. In Cyborg's room she had to get creative. He didn't have a lot to work with but she had been able to snatch a few interesting looking devices and move his toothbrush to the opposite side of the sink.

Robin's had been a whole lot more challenging. She knew that he would know immediately that something had changed but it would take him a while to figure out what it was. Raven turned his fans directional switch so that it would turn in the opposite direction; she had also taken a few of his masks and moved his boots to the other side of the closet. Beastboy's room was the easiest. After donning a conveniently located Haz-Mat suit Raven had proceeded to take all of his dirty socks, which, funny enough, had been all of his socks, and relocate them somewhere in the basement. She had also flipped his mattress, so that his comfy 'dent' was now gone.

Reviewing her new acquisitions she congratulated to herself over a job well done. This was only phase one of Operation: IKSID, but she would have to wait a few days for phase two. Deciding it was now time to implement Operation: I Don't Know What You're Talking About, in which Raven 'reverted' back to her same old self while lulling the others into a false sense of security, Raven headed down to the kitchen to join everyone else for lunch.

TBC…

1 – That was the longest consecutive sentence I think I have ever written – and yet Word didn't find a thing wrong with it… shrugs.
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Bob: Hey, you had at least four other 'things' to do in this chapter!
Tenshi: Shut up Bob, I'm suffering from writers block – besides its 3:30 in the friggen' morning!
Bob: See! SEEEE! This is why you shouldn't do multi-chapter fics! You never finish them!
Tenshi: I DO TOO!
Bob: Yeah, you do… you finish them off crappily…
Tenshi: Is that even a word?
Bob: It is now.
Tenshi: Just shut up Bob, I'm going to bed.
Bob: Fine, I'll just sit here and…
Tenshi: OH HECK NO! I'm not leaving you here alone with my computer.
Bob: Then I suggest you continue…
Tenshi: I hate you Bob… I really, really hate you. Should a writer hate their muse? Doesn't seem right…
Bob: Yeah, but just think – you're doing it for the people… remember that one story you read…
Tenshi: groan. Don't remind me… I can see why people are asking for good stories after reading that one… why did I even read it again?
Bob: You're masochistic?
Tenshi: Must be, that's an hour of my life I'm never getting back… sigh. Hope no one feels that way about this one…
Bob: If they do then they should just stop now, your humor isn't going to get any better…
Tenshi: O.o All I can say in my defense about that story Bob is that I figured hey, multi-chaptered and has about 40 reviews… should have read the reviews first – they were probably all 'don't quit your day job' and so on – some people shouldn't write…
Bob: Well you should – so get to it.
Tenshi: yawn. Yeah, yeah, tomorrow Bob, tomorrow.