She Asked For The Moon

A/N: Welcome to the lame side, hiatus be damned. (And that, just then, justifies my T rating.) ...This unexpected update, at least for me, is more-or-less due to a lack of emails in my inbox. I'm slightly compulsive about it. Because of that, don't expect a high-quality update. Don't mind me, I like this chapter, if only because of a piece of dialogue, i.e. near the end, which is the entire inspiration or rather, the plot bunny, that started this whole thing off in the first place. Modified, of course, but.

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 five 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. Which is supposedly on hiatus. :whistles:

(It would probably be a good idea to read the previous chapter again, since this starts immediately after the end of the last one.)

Now. Read. And try not to cringe too much at the lameness of it all.

Actually, he was wrong. he couldn't just see blue-gray-white, even though he was going so fast and he couldn't scream properly (which totally wasn't fair because nothing's scary if you can't scream), he could also see a bit of red-purple-green on the edges of his eyes but hey, that wasn't so much of a problem because they were really pretty, all sparkly with cool patterns and stuff...

He was staring out at the corners of his eyes when the T-Comm on his right front paw went off, and he performed a series of amazing acrobatics trying to get at it without changing direction (cause the one time he did, he was shooting straight sideways, like Superman, only not cause Superman wouldn't be howling at the chunk of moon behind him that was almost close enough to burn his tail off because it was all burny too...not that anyone could hear him howling, of course...)

And did he mention his mouth? His mouth was burning up too, like he'd just tried Starfire's 'gravy of spicy goodness!' again - even though he knew not to touch it, Cyborg said he wasn't manly enough so he did -

Finally, totally frustrated, Beast Boy huffed a "Row!" and reached forwards with his back paw to flip it open. He saw Robin appear on the screen, mouthing words that he couldn't quite hear due to the (totally massive amounts of!) wind rushing past. He cocked his head once or twice (jerked once when he slammed through a layer of clouds without seeing them coming) and finally Robin got the gist. His mouth closed and his jaw hardened, and then the picture changed to a newsflash! red-hot streak flaming through the air.

When the picture changed back, both Robin and Cyborg seemed to be arguing over something, then they both stopped and rushed close to the screen, holding up a black-inked sign saying:

"THERE ARE LOTS OF PEOPLE IN JUMP CITY WORRIED ABOUT A METEORITE. HURRY BACK FAST SO WE CAN TRY TO DIVERT THIS THING. TOGETHER."

Beast Boy was touched. Really.

Only thing was?

He'd totally seen the bright spot in front of the meteorite, and, y'know, he would've fought the meteor away from the Earth -

- if only he wasn't the meteorite himself in the first place.

Long-range telescopes hurriedly readjusted their sights. It'd been a long time since anyone'd captured a real live meteorite falling of this size, and several even amplified the magnification enough to see the individual pockmarks on the meteorite...

...and to catch a green dog jetpackingly towing the large meteorite down towards the ocean, a miffed expression on its canine face and two front paws placed fussily on its hips.

One unfunny jokester anchorman showing that footage later commented that if they'd given the dog a bowtie, blue dye, and a beribboned hat, he'd have fit right into Huckleberry Hound.

Assuming, of course, that Huck at that point was being just a tad snobby.

Scratching frantically up at the jetpack, Beast Boy heaved a sigh of relief when the jetpack turned off.

The breath came out again in an oomph as the falling, heavy meteorite slammed into the back of his head and carried him down just as fast as he'd been falling before.

Ooh pretty stars ooh...

Beast Boy couldn't really think through all the throbbing pain at that moment, but he thought that...maybe...

He really liked being a Tamaranian dog. Maybe he could use this form to coax Star into persuading Robin into having a group food fight again?

Regretfully, Beast Boy changed into the largest, heaviest form he could think of.

A green whale.

He was falling faster now, every moment seeming almost elongated as he peered up with cloudy, water-adapted eyes. Above him was a shadow of red glow, a meteorite pulsating through the atmosphere.

Below him was an almost stationary (it seemed) scrunched up blue piece of paper and he closed his eyes just

- once -

(And a vee of geese flying by went in bird language, "Hey hey hey, Chucky Chucky Chucky, there'ssssa ssa ssa big big falling falling falling thing! I-" Thump. "Ducky Ducky Ducky!" Thump hsstt)

- and he swore he couldn't feel the heat anymore and then the ocean was getting so close he swore he could smell the salt spray and hear the call of the gulls

- and hear the crash of waves over the rocks back at the Tower although all he could see was ocean...

And just for a second, Beast Boy registered that he could breathe, and muscles flexed in a way that whales never really did, and then that massive green whale showed off a whole mass of square teeth in a big, Beast Boy-styles grin.

He changed.

"SPLASH OVER!"

Sploosh!

"SPLASH OUT!"

"I've always wanted to say that!"

Ka-sploosh-splash-HSSTT!

And all there was was salt water, and steam;

- black against black spandex over black fur, underwater.