Chapter Five: Filler Into Tomorrow

Written by Beta Tester

Edited by the Lovely and Omniscient Rhichi

Okay, time to go further into the story. I'm ready to write now: got my music, my computer, and my happiness…Oh and this chapter spontaneously came to me in a vision while folding laundry…yeah don't ask…but its all cool…yes I'm fast…trying to get more chapters out…oh and all this stuff I have been doing has been before I heard about what happens in the upcoming episode "Stranded"…by that I'm talking about Robin and Star…Please spread the word about my Fan Fic…I'm desperate for reviews…I may need to change chapter one, I noticed my style has changed greatly since then…I think I'm getting better, any comments on that?

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Robin was still wiping some of the cold sweat from his face as he and Starfire were conversing, meandering down the hallways. It was casual, they usually chatted often together; Robin was comfortable at this stage. No strange emotional rushes, or bouts of confusion. They entered the main living room. The lights were all that lit the room. It was dark out, a pitch-black background of a brightly light city. The clouds coated the night sky letting no light escape the earth.

Beastboy and Cyborg were in the room: Beastboy was still mad at Cyborg for his comment in the hallway earlier. Both Robin and Starfire were confused by the behavior of the duo. "Hey guys! What up?" Robin asked, as Star nodded in agreement.

Beastboy turned around, his face slightly red, disgruntled and angry. "Cy here thinks I like Raven!" Why did I even say that to Robin?

"You know its true." Cyborg chimed, in a provoking manner.

"IS NOT!" Beastboy spat at him as he turned to face the Metal man again.

"Whoa, guys calm down," Robin injected hoping to calm the dispute; but Robin was also wired to enjoy the moment in which Beastboy was getting agitated, and not himself. "Cy, don't make fun of Beastboy cause he likes someone." Robin casually remarks, knowing the coming results.

Beastboy flipped around again glairing at Robin, "I so don't like her, in fact I hate Raven and her…her creepy self!"

That's right, it was all just some accident, all of it. It just happened. I don't like her.

He managed to convince himself, but the others now thought other wise, particularly Cyborg and Robin who were both holding, deep inside, their laughter. Starfire was confused entirely though. She simply floated in the room, observing the scene, trying to make sense of it all.

"Please, you do not truly mean that Beastboy? You do not truly hate Raven?" Her sincere words calmed Beastboy's temper.

Beastboy stood there, head hung low, as Cyborg made his way over to Robin and Starfire. "Well to break this nice little conversation, here's what BB and I were really here for." Cy yanked the tickets out once again in the glory of his triumph. "Five tickets to the greatest party in Gothem!"

Robin took several moments to realize what Cyborg was talking about. "Wait! You mean…Holy Crap Cyborg, where did you find them!"

Starfire fell back down to the floor resuming her position at Robin's side. "What party is this you speak of?"

"These, my friends, are tickets to the best, most hip, Halloween party of the century. And I got my costume all picked out and ready!" Cyborg presented arrogantly to his friends.

Beastboy had finally resumed his normal behavior, joining Cyborg in the triumphant message. "Yeah and I have the best surprise for you all!" he chortled as he jumped on Cyborg's head.

"Wow okay…cool then I guess we should get ourselves costumes for this party." Robin turned to Starfire, smiling.

She on the other hand was puzzled. "What is this Halloween?"

"Oh sorry Star, um Halloween is a holiday we celebrate, usually every one dresses in costumes of monsters or other people or animals." Robin explained.

"So Greeny, you finally admitting that you like her?" Cyborg spoke to the creature standing on his head.

Beastboy jumped off and landed behind Cyborg, "No!" Beastboy walked, or rather marched out again to his room, grumbling to himself lightly about the stupidity of Cyborg. I don't like her.

Robin lightly chuckled as Beastboy left the room. He was glad Cyborg wasn't pounding him about Starfire, who, speaking of which, was beginning to describe her possibilities for her costume. "Oh glorious I could be a Glroph, or maybe a Zeruffna." She lightly danced around, as she thought of the gruesome possibilities.

Robin spoke disappointingly, "Um… Star, I don't think those costumes would be available here."

"Oh," her voice trailed, reflecting her disappointment, "then what shall I wear?"

"Don't worry, though, we have time to figure that out. Halloween isn't for a few days." Robin optimistically replied.

Cyborg bellowed a loud obnoxious yawn, "Well alright ya'll Cyborg's tired and I'm going to bed now." He dragged his legs out to the hallway doors. "Night you two, I'm going to set the systems on now, don't do anything stupid." He grinned at Robin, placed his hand on the sidewall, setting the system. Robin shot Cyborg a disapproving glair before the Tin man left. All but a few lights went out, he had left the room, leaving Boy Wonder and the alien girl alone, together in the dark living room.

Robin was gritting his teeth harshly, muttering angrily to himself. Starfire noticed this, placing her hand around his arm. "Robin, what is wrong?" her cool, clam voice cracked through the silenced air.

Robin cooled himself off; well okay Starfire's touch did most of the cooling. "Nothing, I'm just getting tired. It's late we should just go to bed ourselves for the evening." He started to head off to the hallways; Starfire let her hand drop sliding down his soft arm. She gazed at him as he reached the door. It opened; he turned to look her in the eyes. "You coming?"

"Oh, yes sorry. I was in, I believe, something your people call a 'trance'." She lifted herself off the ground and brought herself to Robin's side. She could never fully understand his emotions through the cover of his mask. She thought to herself, it is as though he hides underneath it, unwilling to fully express everything inside. Although I do believe 'unwilling' is not the right word. Perhaps 'unable' is the better choice.

He gave of a light chuckle as he smiled, "yeah, that's what it's called." They left together into the hallway.

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Beastboy woke the next morning, particularly early. The cold bright sun glared in as Beastboy shivered under the covers of his bed. Winter was definitely coming, he thought as he dragged himself over to the window, shutting the blinds. The room was still lit in a dull glare from the rising sun. Beastboy knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. He had been having the worst time trying to do so that night as it was. With the covers still wrapped around him he proceeded out his room and down the hallway to the main room.

When he arrived he was met once again by the impending glare of the autumn sun. No one else was in the room. He walked in, feeling his stomach grumble insistently for food. He groaned as he approached the kitchen area, tossing the blanket aside. He opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out some food from it. He shivered as he closed the door with his foot, throwing the food on the counter besides him. He started up the frying pan and proceeded to make his vegan omelet.

Raven was the next person to come in. She already had her cup of herbal tea with her, and her book was glued to her face once again. Does she ever put the books down? Beastboy questioned in his mind as he poured the egg mix into the pan. A hot sizzle escaped into the air, the morning silence had been broken. Raven plotted herself on the couch, drinking her tea and reading her book. The sun continued to blind the room and the only sound was that of the psudo-eggs cooking in the pan.

This is why I hate her; she never talks, never interacts, and never tries to have fun with anyone else. I hate that, how could I like some one like that? She's totally opposite of me.

Beastboy continued cooking his meal, occasionally eyeing the secluded girl from the corner of his eye.

Then why the hell am I still thinking about her? No, Goddamn I don't want to think about her. No! "GOD DAMNIT!" Beastboy shouted spontaneously. As he realized what he had done, he quickly covered his mouth.

Raven glanced over the rim of her book to see what the matter was. Beastboy frantically searched for an excuse for what happened. "Burn your self?" Raven calmly asked.

Yeah go with it. Beastboy shook his left hand, attempting to make things appear as Raven thought. "Yeah I hit it against the pan." He shook it violently and blew moist cold air from his mouth on it, attempting to sooth the pain of the fake wound. Raven resumed her casual reading.

What the hell was I thinking? Why did I do that? What wrong with me? His face was burning now, not only from the heat of the pan, but also from the embarrassment of his previous incident. Beastboy's mind frantically attempted to balance the acts of thinking with cooking. The results were becoming disastrous. Parts of his omelet were burning and crusting now, and fell apart as he put it on his plate. A faint sent of charcoal filled the room; Raven chose to ignore it.

Beastboy took his half burnt dish and left the room hurriedly, leaving the pan still on the stove with the stove itself still on. Leftover, unused food lay skewed across the counter, waiting for the next person to hassle with. Raven sat there, sipping her tea, turning the page in her book, just a normal day for her.

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Oh yes…I know I didn't give you guys much time to reflect on Chapter 4, which btw is still my favorite…oh and Regrem Erutaerc don't worry Raven is not going to take this quickly by any means...course Beastboy has to get over his fears first…as does Robin…I have an idea of what was really going through Raven's mind on those earlier moments BB had with her, but its not what most people were presuming…