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Prompt 15: Sixth Sense
Set a day prior to 'Switched'.
On a lovely Tuesday morning in May, Raven strode into the living room and whacked Beast Boy firmly across the upper back of his head.
"OW!" The changeling immediately released the controller he'd been holding upon impact and moved his hands to clutch his now throbbing crown. "Hey! You made me lose my race!"
"How heartbreaking," Raven shot back, retreating back into the hallway that lead to her room just as quickly and suddenly as she'd entered. Entirely bewildered by the situation, Beast Boy jumped out of his nearly constant place on the couch (he often proudly proclaimed that he'd left his very own permanent butt indent in the leather surface) and caught up to his teammate, grabbing her arm before she could turn the corner of the hall.
"Rae, what was that for?"
"Let me go," the empath instructed darkly, "and don't call me Rae."
"Fine Raven, what was that for?" Beast Boy showed no signs of releasing her, so she yanked her elbow out of his grasp.
"Someone went into my room and played with some of my cloaks."
"And you think it was me? Dude, talk about guilty until proven innocent!" A faint humming noise permeated the conversation, but the two Titans chose to ignore it in favor of continuing their argument.
"Call it a sixth sense," Raven spat, glaring.
"I didn't do anything! I swear! Just…stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what? Like you went into my room and decided to play sci-fi prophet with my personal clothing?"
"…Yeah! Like that!"
"I know you did, Beast Boy!"
"I didn't, geez! Just lay off!"
Suddenly the humming got considerably louder as a figure turned the corner of the hallway and came running at the arguing pair, identifiable only by a dark blue cloak…and flaming red hair.
"…Starfire?" Beast Boy and Raven questioned in unity, and suddenly the oddly moving figure stopped dead in its tracks with a tiny but audible "Eep!" in place of the previous humming. The figure raised her head slowly and guiltily, her face as red as her hair.
"Friends! It is…lovely to see you!" Starfire looked down at the very identifiable cloak that Raven seemed to be gaping at, then back up at her empathic partner with wide eyes. "Raven! I…believed you to be out procuring your favorite tea…that is…I mean…" the alien girl hung her head. "I apologize."
"Starfire," Raven stole a look at a smirking Beast Boy, "you're wearing my cloak."
"Captain Obvious saves the day!" the changeling interjected smugly, raising a finger into the air. "See, Raven? I can do sarcasm too."
"I am…sorry, friend Raven. I simply…you always seem so comfortable in them, and I was hoping that perhaps I might attempt to know what it is like to be you…and I must admit that they are rather soft and also very durable…" Starfire fell into silence when she realized that nothing she could say would fix the situation. "I will go return your cloak to your room immediately. Forgive me." With that, she removed the blue garment from her slim frame and flew off in the direction of Raven's room, with the empath looking after her incredulously.
Beast Boy, on the other hand, seemed positively dandy as he made his way back to the living room. His voice trailed down the hall as he went.
"Sixth sense my butt."
Why do you have to be so damn clever?
-So Damn Clever/Plain White T's-
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