"Don't even think about it." Raven grumbled, using her left foot to push the small, warm mass that had just landed on the mattress off of it again.

"Meow."

"We aren't playing this game tonight. I'm tired."

"Meow."

"Go sleep on the couch and leave me alone." The empath pulled the thin comforter over her head, sighing in exasperation when she felt the "cat" jump right back up to the foot of the bed. A moment later the worn mattress squeaked under the sudden weight of her tormentor.

"It isn't a couch. It's a glorified chair. We agreed we'd take turns sleeping in the bed, but it's been four days and it somehow hasn't been my turn yet." This was completely true. On the first day of their undercover mission, right after Robin had abandoned them to the tiny studio apartment and their tedious fact finding mission, they had agreed to take turns in the bed. It was true, but that didn't stop Raven from defending her position.

"Next week is your turn."

"Raven, that isn't fair. The chair hurts my back and I feel cramped and uncomfortable . . . I can't sleep . . . I'm starting to feel like a frigging zombie and . . ."

"Stop whining, Beastboy." She yawned quietly, burrowing deeper under the covers. "You can be any size you want. There's no reason for you to have any issue sleeping on the couch."

"Chair. And I can't hold a form and sleep deeply. It's my turn in the bed."

"No."

"Yes," Beastboy flopped down beside her dramatically, stretching. "Goodnight."

"I'm not sleeping on the couch," Raven insisted and the changeling shrugged, worming his way under the covers despite the empath's attempts to keep the blanket wrapped tight around herself.

"Then don't, I don't care."

"So you'd be okay with me sleep on the floor," she deadpanned and he sighed loudly.

"Did I say that? Stay in the bed if you want, its big enough."

"With you? I'd rather sleep in the bathtub."

"If that's what you really want, Rae." There was a moment of perfect stillness and then the girl beside him grabbed the comforter and jerked. Undaunted, Beastboy growled, grabbing at the blanket and pulling.

"Stop it, you're acting like a child."

"Me? You're the one that's trying to steal all the covers!"

"That's because they're my covers. You have a blanket, on the couch."

"It's a chair! And it's my turn in the bed!" Their impromptu tug of war continued evenly matched for a moment, but the changeling had had his fill and he morphed into a gorilla, jerking with all his might. The next thing he knew he was tumbling from the bed, bringing Raven along with him. He winced as his back connected soundly with the cold floor, the empath landing with a thump directly on top of him.

"Idiot," she seethed, struggling to free herself from the tangle of his limps and the blanket that had become wrapped around them. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"You're the one being difficult. You suck at sharing. Didn't your mother ever teach you that . . ." He trailed off, wincing at his own words. "I . . . I'm sorry, Raven." Still tangled in the blanket, the empath's struggles slowed and then stopped altogether. She closed her eyes, while using her arms to push herself as far away as possible from the changeling. "I'm sorry," he repeated miserably. "You can have the bed, really . . . I don't want it. It's okay."

"It's not."

"It is, really it's okay."

"No it's not," she said more firmly. "I never had to share as a child. Everything I had . . . everything I did was separate from the world. I never had to share because . . . I was always . . . alone." Amethyst eyes opened once more, though she did not look down upon him. "I said we would share the bed. You're right, it's your turn."

"Rae . . . it's okay if you wanna just . . . sleep in the bed too. I won't touch you or anything." Her eyes met his then, for just a moment and he was confused to find sadness and what nearly looked like disappointment swirling deep within her irises.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't." With care she wriggled her way free from under the blanket and stood, making her way to the far side of the bed. Without a word she lay down, her back facing the place Beastboy was now settling. She said nothing as he tossed the comforter over her form, nor did she reply when he mumbled a hushed goodnight.

The bed was far more comfortable than the chair by a long shot, but sleep seemed no easier to come by. Instead the changeling lay, staring at the back of his companion's head, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to reach out and caress his hand down her silvery back.