Disclaimer: I would not be writing these stories down if I owned Teen Titans, I would be airing them. I also do not own any other things I mention.
Friends. That was what they were. That was how it would always stay. Not too near. Not too far. A lending hand but not a shoulder to cry on. Even after all those years, they still managed to stay on the balance without it tilting. Each equally still. Neither daring to take a step back or a step forward. It was all okay. Nothing bombarding the order of how things were. Nothing to disrupt the routine. It was in and out. Neither staying a bit longer or keeping their distance shorter.
Each of the five had a good, yet strange, relationship with someone in particular in the group. Nightwing and Starfire were awkward around the other, pathetically flirting from time to time. Cyborg and Beast Boy were practically brothers, getting into quarrels in specific times. And when it was the whole group, everyone would act like a family. Brothers and sisters, and occasionally, closer in more of an intimate way.
But these two were different. Abnormally different. They weren't in the brother/sister category or in the boyfriend/girlfriend category. Sure, they sort of flirted a little. Okay, maybe a lot. But not enough to consider them a couple or appear as if they were harbouring feelings for one another. It was more like respect, a little bit of sexual teasing, and casualness.
They both knew how the other felt so it wasn't that much of a big deal to go around making sexual comments. Those readings were more like jokes. Just for laughs. To have fun. To see who would laugh or to see the other flush in embarrassment. Or maybe to get closer as friends and become more comfortable with one another. Or at least, one of them had wished that.
Beast Boy only wanted for himself to be heard by her. To get his message across. Messages like, 'Smile more' or 'Loosen up'. But he was either shot down or too afraid to speak. Because at any moment she wanted, a swivel of a wrist and he could be hurtling down to the pits of Hell. Or have his underwear hauled over his head. Anything that would scare you into a straitjacket, you name it, she could do it.
But on his luckier days, when he would just dangle his arm around her shoulder and press his cheek against hers to see what she was reading, she would only glare and shrug him off. And no matter how close or agitated she sounded, he knew she enjoyed it. Well, in his head he knew that she liked his company. And thinks he's funny. But on the rare days, when he'd settle both his arms on the back of the couch, she'd lay her head on his arm and snuggle into him. Causing the green boy to yelp and flip over the sofa, her smirking triumphantly at the reaction. But she only thought of it as playing. Merely toying with him, as he did with her.
Raven. After all the quantum of years of being impassive and uncaring and uptight, she had to be the one acting like an irresponsible teenager. To be the one teasing and playing and testing. But while she did play a part in her and Beast Boy's flirting game, she only teased him twice or, if he was lucky, four times. Both knew where the lines were drawn, where the border was secured, where the restrictions laid upon.
But of course, they were no longer hormonal teenagers anymore. But men and women in their border line, or early twenties. They each matured in their own way. With Robin's, or Nightwing, hair growing an inch or two and voice dropping an octave. And Starfire transforming into the beautiful woman everyone expected her to be, but still not aware of all the men drooling over her. Beast Boy filling out in most places and voice deepening at a considerable amount. Cyborg's prosthetic parts remaining the same and keeping him from growing, but his face lost its round shape. Raven grew up much more, grabbing a lot more of attention from men now with her developing figure. They were all ageing faster than they wanted.
Some were over the alcohol limit and some were very close to having their first hangover on their birthday. But some have already came home drunk with some random hooker they should've arrested clasped on their arm. But if you were Starfire, who had a stronger hold over her drinking, you would've came home with a male stripper and a parody of the Cheetah Girls after twenty four bottles of alcohol.
But on this particular night, when the air was cold and bitter, and the snow was drizzling from the sky, everything had levelled down from noisy to calm and collective. Except for the sound effects coming from the game station that Beast Boy and Cyborg were playing. Nightwing and Starfire were on the couches by the main automatic door, having a pleasant conversation. And Raven was levitating by the window, not meditating, but overlooking the city in its winter phase. They were all in their special uniforms. The ones that were used for when it was snowing and windy to the point of shivering. But she only wore the black, skintight pants, not the cotton cloak, and her hood down.
"Hey, Raven, are you gonna cheer me on when Cyborg and I reach the final level?" Beast Boy asked, focused on the game but still listening for her.
She lightly scoffed. "After your bad luck streak? I'd root for Cyborg."
That made the metal hybrid laugh out, mocking him. "A-ha ha ha! You just got dissed! Again! Love ya, Rae!"
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled.
"Aw c'mon, don't be like that, Rae-Rae. You know you want me to win. How else are you supposed to give me a victory kiss?"
'Let the games begin,' she spoke inwardly.
Raven unfolded from her lotus position and sauntered over to the two boys. She sat down beside the elf-like being and swiftly stroked her finger under his chin, leaning on her elbow, placed on the tip of the couch. An inner growl vibrated from his throat.
"I could do that any day, Beast Boy," she whispered in his ear.
As soon as she retracted her hand, his head followed it, distracting him from the game at hand. His competitive thumbs stopped jabbing the console, causing his avatar to cease all movements.
"Ooh, that sounds nice," he murmured.
"Booyah! Ha ha, take that, green bean! I just kicked yo butt!" Cyborg shot up and danced his victory jig.
Raven grinned maliciously and moved away from him, grabbing her book. Beast Boy snapped back to reality and watched, jaw hanging loose, as the screen presented his loss and his friend's win. He whined and hit his head against the controller.
"Why, Raven?! Why?!"
"Love ya, Rae! And for that, I'm gonna make waffles! Who wants waffles?!"
"No! I want a rematch!" Beast Boy protested.
Raven's small smile crept up, but to an extent. It was always fun to do that. Act sensual towards him, making him loose his focus. She thought he'd learn the game already. But as small as his attention span is, so was his memory capacity.
"I would most love the waffles, please!" Starfire called from her seat.
"Then you get waffles. Raven? Wanna be my autopilot chef?" Cyborg asked, a tall white hat on his head and an apron wrapping his robotic torso.
"No thanks. I have to run down to the bookstore and get something, anyways." She slipped a book under her arm and headed over to the double doors.
"Oh! Does that mean you are going to the mall of shopping?" Starfire asked.
Raven yielded and arched a brow. "Um, no. Maybe tomorrow if I get a chance."
The alien then proceeded to swirl in circles in the air until reaching the kitchen island. Raven shook her head and kept walking, looking around once more before letting the entry slide shut. Black magic pulling her hood up, she phased out of the tower, standing on the light layer of snow. The chilly wind flew by and flittered against her cloak, making her clench her sides for warmth.
"This is going to be difficult," she whispered to herself.
But as she took the first step, something cut through her senses. Like an emotion. A weak, distraught sensation lingering by her. She decided to play hot-or-cold to find the source, feeling like a fool swaying in different directions like a drunk. But it didn't take long for her to find a black lump buried under a thin blanket of snow not too far away. Thinking of the worst, she ran towards the heap. And as she became closer and closer, limbs were acknowledged, worrying her more and more.
Instinctually, Raven fidgeted for her communicator and realized that the emotion was dimming. Panic filled her as she contacted the first person that came to mind.
"Raven, report," a stern voice sounded.
"Nightwing. Um, I think we have a little bit of a problem." She studied the figure.
"Where are you located?" He asked, anxiety getting the best of him.
"On the island. Left of the entrance."
"Thanks. Nightwing, out."
Raven closed the yellow device and continued to observe the being splayed out on the ground. Telling from the position and weak signals she had been getting, the thing was unconscious. And was most likely going to die if it stayed on the ground in the cold any longer.
"But how did they reach Titans Island?" She murmured to herself.
The thing wasn't really helpful in appearance. Nor with responding to its surrounding. She didn't dare to touch it because for all she knew, it could be a bomb that starts by motion. And if it was dead, then that would be beyond gross.
"Raven. What's wrong?" Several sets of footsteps came her way.
She turned to look at him and then back at the bump. "I think we should start planning a funeral."
"Why?" Starfire questioned.
Raven simply pointed towards the being and heard as the alien and the others gasped. Cyborg quickly raised his forearm and brought up a heartbeat analyzer, searching for a pulse near the heap. And after a few seconds, one was detected.
"It's a person. And their alive. But barely. If we hurry, we can save them." Said the hybrid.
"Right. Let's get a move on!" Nightwing ordered.
Cyborg shoveled most of the snow off the unknown person and scooped them up in his arm. It seemed that the being was extremely light because the big artificial man picked her up with such ease and simply scurried back into the tower. Starfire and Beast Boy quickly followed him while Nightwing peered over the water and city. Raven noticed this and stood beside him.
He shook his head. "It's just… how did they get all the way over here? There's no ferry and it's almost impossible to swim over here without going into hypothermia or tiring out."
"Maybe they have powers. Maybe they're in trouble and came for help," she suggested in her bland tone.
"Maybe," his eyes squinted behind the mask. "But good job. You just practically saved a life."
He patted her shoulder and turned, jogging away inside the tower. Raven nodded and glanced at the indentation the body had made in the snow. There were small patches of red sunken into the sleet, the woman immediately recognizing it as blood. She hesitated and flew back into the building, tracing behind the others into the infirmary.
Once there, Cyborg had settled the body onto the narrow bed, prodding and probing the body with IVs and tubes. The sensors and grids blinked on and waved with lights and statistics. But while the mechanic hybrid was in the dimly lit room, everyone else was outside by the door, silent and apprehensive.
It was a bit odd that someone would just plop down on the snow just outside the tower. Especially since they didn't know who it was. But as soon as Cyborg reveals the unknown identification of the person, they will know what to do. Nightwing would interrogate and give the person the third degree. Starfire would sit idly by, not knowing how to address the situation from lack of knowledge. Beast Boy would… well, do whatever he would normally do or stand quietly and serious.
Soon enough, the door slid open to make Cyborg's presence known. A grim expression was presented on his face as his eyes darted to Beast Boy suddenly. But then his gaze drifted to Nightwing, trying to decide whether to address the whole team or just him. But noticing the impatient looks everyone wore, he sighed.
"I think y'all better get in here."
Salutations, readers! This is the prologue of this story and I just wanted to kind of test the waters of how this will go. The inspiration came from a song I like, "Lips of an Angel".
The wind will sweep me out now until I return. Farewell.