She Asked For The Moon

A/N: I decided to update due to the unprecedented response I got. Three alerts? In one day? I...wow. Thanks. So...this is for you.

A/N 2: Even if it is the second-to-last chapter that I've got in stock. And the last chapter with massive amounts of humor. (Well, that I thought was funny, anyway...)

A/N 3: If someone catches a mistake about something in canon, I'd like to know.

Warnings: BBRae, implied CyJinx (Note: Long time ago), implied KFJinx, -major, major crack-; also, major, major randomness, HWP/CWP

Disclaimer: Ain't mine. And strangely enough, I haven't even finished watching the DVD I...kinda stole...off my cousin, owing to time constraints. I did finish about four out of the five discs in one night though (yeppy, no life...)

Now, read. Ciao, go on. Read.

Beast Boy sped through the constant traffic jam on the bridge, the lightening day's wind flicking his neck fur out against the straps of his helmet. His eyes burned with steel-hard determination, and his gloved hands clenched compulsively on the handlebars. He leaned to the left, left, left, right, and left to avoid the cars, sometimes changing (with the helmet still strapped to his head) to various species of pterodactyl to lift his moped up over the mostly stationary cars. He knew he could've simply flown to S.T.A.R., but he thought he was waaay cooler, leaning forwards over the handlebars of his moped, zooming through the spaces.

Plus, it was just too fun to ride it.

He gunned the engine, grin threatening to split his face as he thought of how happy Raven would be when he brought back the moon with him. The grin faded as he (change, ollie, butcher's, aaah! Crash. BOOM. "What are you thinking, you moped-riding idiot?!") thought about just how he was going to get the moon back to Earth.

He scrunched his face up for a moment ("Moped!" "Where?" "There!" "Where?!" "WATCH THE ROAD!" Crunch.) before deciding. HE KNEW IT! His face lit up with delight at his own plan. He'd just get some rope - S.T.A.R. Labs was bound to have some - tie it to the moon, and then pull the moon back to Earth and give it to Rae! It wasn't like the moon was that large or heavy - why else would it be hanging in the sky? He grinned and sped up a ramp. Time to fly!

VROOOOOOOOOM!

A shadow passed over the two men, one huge and bearded and Samoan looking, and the other white and anorexically thin.

"What was that?" asked the huge man.

"I dunno. Some kind of flying moped?"

"Who knows?"

Two hours. Two hours he'd been gone. Two hours without Beast Boy and already Raven'd gone slightly insane. She'd woken up that first dawn after Beast Boy'd uncomfortably 'left' (i.e. been kicked out by Raven) and burst into the common room, disrupting the half-zombie Robin from his first pot of coffee, stopping Starfire from serving up another place of wriggly blue worms, and Cyborg from, well, contentedly eating his bacon in peace and quiet.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Where's who?" Cyborg asked around a mouthful of bacon.

"Beast Boy, of course! Who else do you think I was referring to?!"

"Uh..." Cyborg swallowed his mouthful.

"Never mind. Robin," she asked, sickly sweet.

"Unnnngggggghhhh?"

"Star? For Azar's sake, tell me you know where he is!" Starfire set the blue worms down on a table a second before the plate shattered in a halo of ebony and the wriggling blue tentacles congealed all over her arms.

Star looked at her, tears in her green eyes. "Friend Raven, I am sorry, I do not know where friend Beast Boy is."

Raven could feel the ring of truth echoing through her words and her mind, and Starfire's emotions revealed no more than contentment, worry (though that could be for her), and, and, and - was that satisfied desire? Eurgh!

"Why, Rae?" Cyborg, of course. "Concerned for the little guy? I didn't know you cared." Smirking, of course. The jerk.

"...I'm not. I'm just concerned for the team, that's all. What if...what if the HIVE kids act up again? There'd only be three of us available to fight."

"What d'ya mean, three of us? There're four!"

"Yes, but you'd be useless, staring at Jinx the whole time."

"I do not! ...Besides, Jinx is staying with Kid Flash now, so that puts paid to your objections. Admit it, Raven, you like the little guy. Why else would you send him out on an impossible quest to get...uhh...the...moon..."

Robin wasn't really awake, but he was conscious enough (plus it was more or less pre-programmed into reflex and muscle memory by now) to grip whatever he was holding tighter (the coffee pot, at that point), grab Starfire if she was nearby, and get out of the room by whatever means necessary before Raven blew up. (Starfire squealed as she was dragged out of the room by primitive strength, her objections giving way and actually causing her to levitate as she realised Robin had a firm, protective grip on her wrist.)

"Explain to me, Cyborg," Raven's hood was down, but the pleasant smile on her lips was only last seen when Trigon used her powers to immortalize all the citizens of Jump in stone, "How exactly you know that. And if you answer correctly within the next six seconds, I might just let you off with one dismembered limb torn harshly from your sparking torso, maybe. You hear me?"

Cyborg swallowed.

Raindrops spattered the ground around Beast Boy as he headed out into the countryside. There was no chance of his moped running out of fuel - Cyborg had equipped it with some stuff that Cy'd needed a week to install, like the R-Cycle. It was some fusion bottle thingymajig, and it looked like a tofu package, but he didn't need to know how it worked, only that it did. The helmet blocked any of the raindrops from actually blocking his vision, so he was pretty fine as the moped bumped over the little roughnesses in the road. Of course, it wasn't helping that every little (okay, major mega huge crack bumpy thing!) roughness in the road reminded him of being tossed places courtesy of Raven, never mind the bladder full of juice he'd just drank at his last stop.

But at least Raven would stop once he got her the moon, right? Right. He gunned the engines some more. Cyborg'd moved on from tinkering with his baby to tinkering with the B-ped, and it was time to see how fast the B-ped could go.

"Full speed ahead! Pedal to the metal, rubber meets the road, let's rock and ro-whoaaaaah!"

A green, purple, black, and red flash. Two men sitting reading two newspapers. A gust of wind that blew the newspapers into little pretzels and then tore them out of the men's hands.

"Was that a...Harley?"

"Nah, man, some kinda moped."

"And was that the...Swamp Thing riding it?"

"Nah, man, it was just green. And I kinda think it looked more like Scooby-Doo, anyway."

The two men leaned back for a moment, then looked at each other.

"You think it's some new type of villain? Should we call Superman?"

"Nah, man, it's probably just some kid."

"I could have figured that out," the first man argued.

The second man just looked at him. The only thing they could hear (as it rung through the air, tearing away at over a hundred miles an hour), apart from the strangely quiet purr of the moped's engine, now fading away into the distance towards Metropolis past the small town of Lowtown, an irregular part of Superman's patrol routines, was:

"DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE, THIS IS AWESOME!"