She Asked For The Moon
A/N: So here's the first of the massive style change. I hope you don't mind the change (and the absolutely pathetic humor that comes with it - although the crack factor remains exactly the same.)
Warnings: -BBRae-, -major crack-, stream-of-consciousness, defiance of several laws of physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy, geology, and about every other type of science there is. Also guilty of a massive style change compared to the previous four chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own TT. In fact, I'm not totally in control of my sanity, either - as can be clearly shown by this strange, strange chapter.
Now. Read. And try not to cringe too much at the lameness of it all.
Okay, so if he couldn't drag the moon back to Earth by wrapping rope around it, maybe if he found something on the moon that was all sticky-outy and wrapped the rope around there, maybe the moon would come with it?
Grinning broadly, Beast Boy leapt into midair, one paw raised in triumph.
He hadn't expected the gravity change, and the force of his Superman pose sent him into a backflip - and a headbutt into the ground.
He'd been doing the moonwalk (on the moon!) for a long time now, his slick-sliding paws and sweet tail fairly sending him bouncing along the white-lit ground. In fact it was almost too bright to see, and too hot, but for some reason he didn't feel the glare or heat.
He was really, really jumpy, like waaay more jumpy than even when he'd tried some of Robin's (eurrgh) coffee and nearly burnt his tongue off. (His tastebuds, too - he hadn't been able to taste anything but coffee, even after a week!), even as, um, energetic as he was when he was trying to keep his favorite fruit tarts away from Silkie, or even as fear-fuelled as when Raven was chasing him in full Ravey-raging mode.
He couldn't get over the fact that if he wanted to he could do backflips, frontflips, any-wayflips, somersaults, rolls or whatever anytime he wanted (so what if he could do that normally? It just wasn't as fun) and he grinned as he saw a hill in the distance. Maybe he could do a quadruple somersault? It didn't look that hard...
He was standing now, tall, brave and strong (he thought - he never did realise how ridiculous he looked), bright green mane fluffing out in every direction. Leaning back, he hunched all his muscles and sprang into a dive-roll forwards.
One somersault.
The world was crazy! Well, crazy-cool, but still crazy! It was like -
Two somersault.
-Star, star, star, whiiiite, star, star, star -
Three somersault.
-Star, star, whiiiite, big sharp pointy thing -
Big sharp pointy thing?!
Propelling a "Ruff!" of pure panic, Beast Boy twisted to the side, but carried on moving forwards and downwards. The rope hanging loose around his waist drifted out and caught in a small crack in the big sharp pointy thing, making him swing in a large arc around it, back towards where he'd jumped off. Beast Boy narrowly missed scraping his muzzle off against an outcrop of rock.
Instead, he buried himself about three paw-lengths into a cliff of moon.
"Arrr?"
Some time later, Beast Boy recovered. Worried, he pawed the rope around his waist; it was rather taut, and Beast Boy scrabbled to brace his back paws against the cliff face. With his front paws stuck firmly into the rock along with his head, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get out properly. The gap he'd collided into was wide enough for him to open his jaw and bite against the cliff-face, and he got ready to push.
Three.
He closed his eyes in anticipation, back leg muscles tightening.
Two.
A scrap of rock came loose from the cliff face and rolled into his open mouth, wedging apart his teeth. Beast Boy suddenly couldn't close his mouth.
One.
Beast Boy strained with all his might against the mighty mooncliff, and felt himself not moving. Maybe it'd need a bigger force? But where?
...OOH. POWER.
He tried to hit the on-off switch on his jetpack with his back paws. It wasn't the same as scratching himself, cause he had to reach further, but...just a little further...
VROOOOOOOOOM!
Whrr-crash!
Cconkk...
"Row..." he whined, tears leaking from his eyes through the stabbing pain in his head.
Well, he'd gone through worse by means of Raven before, so...
Yes! Yes, he was doing it! He was high above the surface of the moon, looking out to the black sky, and the moon was moving! Sort of. But it was moving! He'd done it! Now all he had to do was aim towards the Earth, set the jetpack to fuller power, and let it rip!
Casting his head around for the Earth, he saw a massive bright blue-green-white ball right in front of him. He rolled slightly, to watch it all.
She was so beautiful...
While Beast Boy rolled and cavorted wildly up front, the rope he'd attached to himself was not doing quite as well back on the moon.
Yes, it'd caught itself quite firmly onto the chunk of moonrock. So firmly, in fact, that short of a welding iron, the artificial texture (back-spikes) of the rope disallowed the moonrock to slip away.
Yes, it was made of nanofibres. As the strongest material available to S.T.A.R. it was not likely to fray, or snap, or break.
And since it was more likely to pull up the chunk of rock anchoring it to the moon than pull the moon after it, that was exactly what was happening.
The foundations of the chunk of moonrock began to give, and Beast Boy began to drift forwards, accelerating...
Huh? Is the world growing larger? Cause it seems that way. Hey, maybe if I turn the jetpack on to full power, I can drag the moon faster back to Earth! From what Star said, Rae seems almost psycho - I better get back as soon as I can.
He rolled around, trying to get his paw on the jetpack, but it was always just too far away and he was getting a little dizzy and whoa now that's just really pretty and aah! come back you stupid switch thing! but maybe if he reached out a little he could just, just reach it, and -
VROOO-chukkachukkachukkaBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
He slammed forward, smiling gently. Rae, here I come!
He was slammed backward, not very gently, by the tautening cord.
The last few ridges of rock began to give way, tearing out of the ground with a sprinkle of crumbs.
Scrabbling for the rope that had tightened around his stomach, Beast Boy struggled to breathe. The rock in his mouth and the strangling in his gut made him want to puke out his tofu, but somehow he managed. Exerting all his force, Beast Boy made running movements towards the Earth.
Hey sweet! I can do the running man!
As he made the jutting-jaw smirk (kinda hard to do with a bit of moon in his mouth) and placed a step forwards with his right front paw -
The rock gave way.
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
He was slammed forward again-
the Earth growing larger and larger and larger really really fast, and he'd be screaming if he had air to scream and suddenly he did have air but the air was rushing around him, all misty and white and his scream just tore away-
and then he could feel his face starting to burn up even worse than when he'd been going up, and his mane was starting to smoke and he could see the sea just ahead of him, hey see the sea that's a really cool pun and then hey, maybe-
Then he saw a little flame in his fur that grew so much that he couldn't feel anything anymore, not even the burning acid-like score that was that rope around his waist, or the heavy roaring thing behind his back and he could only see white-grey-blue before his eyes went dry and started to hurt and then, and then, and then...
And then his T-Comm went off.