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Patchwork

Chapter 1

The moon cast a silvery light over Titans Tower, reflecting off the waves that gently lapped at the rocks on the base of the island. On the mainland, the streets of Jump City shone bright, but by the time those few remaining photons reached the tower, all that could be made out was a soft yellow haze across the bay. Some nights, the tower answered back with its own electric glow, a blinding white from the main ops room, or with the fiery orange-red of the T-ship's engines, but on this night, not even the choppy blue static of an abandoned TV screen marred the tower's glass facade. Each of the five inhabitants had long since gone to bed, and all were sleeping soundly, deeply enmeshed in their respective dreams. It could have been these fanciful night visions, the constant humming from Cyborg's mechanics or the growling from Silkie's stomach as he nibbled on the edges of Starfire's sheets - it could have been Beast Boy's gentle snoring, Robin's panting as he fought within his mind, or even Raven's softly muttered mantra, but for one, or none, or all of these reasons, not one of the titans heard the distinct and sudden crackling coming from the living room.

At first, a spark appeared, a sudden pop. Then came another, followed by three more. Their numbers multiplied, and soon, within these isolated fragments, a black vortex appeared. Purple lighting strikes of energy surrounding the void, increasing in both intensity and volume, until, with no fair warning, two figures tumbled out onto the floor. No sooner had they done so then the void constricted, pulling all its charges towards its center, compressing to the size of a basketball, then hockey puck, then needle tip, then, finally, disappearing from sight. For a moment, the common room reverted to its original state, as if the walls were not alight seconds before. Nothing had changed but for the two small lumps at the foot of the couch. Had this been daytime, then Robin surely would have found them when he sat down to read his morning paper, Raven would have immediately sensed their presence when she entered the room, Beast Boy - had he been paying slight attention - may have smelled an unfamiliar scent. But as it was, the area was vacant, so no one questioned when two eyes shot open, and a voice muttered a quiet "Huh?"

This first unidentified life form untangled its limbs, then lifted up its torso and supported it with one arm, while the other hand rubbed at its tired eyes. It yawned and stretched, then glanced around the room, skimming over its surroundings as if nothing there were odd or out of place. One might have guessed it had been here before, with all the lack of interest that it showed. That is, until its gaze fell on the other lump, still curled into a ball.

"Hey," the first one leaned forward, and crawled up to its partner, "are you awake?"

The other one sighed softly, releasing its grip on its little knees, and rolled onto its other side. The first figure moved closer, and poked its counterpart between the ribs.

"Mm...go...way," a hand lazily made its way up towards the attacker, and halfheartedly swatted at the air before falling back to the ground, "...sleeping."

The one that was awake turned away, as if to go and find some other thing to do, but was then gripped by another yawn of such magnitude that the small figure almost toppled back onto the floor. Realizing that exhaustion was more powerful than the need for present entertainment, the figure stood on wobbly, unsure legs, and tottered towards the common room's main doors. The hall was dark, due to the lack of windows, and the figure ran its hand along the wall to help it with steadying and navigation. It walked until it came upon a corner, then turned and kept on down the second hall. At last the creature found its destination. A familiar door with a familiar nameplate. Somehow it knew the door would not just open, or at least, thought that the chances were not good. Instead, it shrank itself substantially in size, then crawled beneath the door and into the plush carpet of the room. When it regained its size it rubbed its eyes again, and vaguely frowned as if something about the bright magenta room offended. Whatever it had been, the thing decided, it was a problem for another day. For now, the figure climbed upon the bed, changed shape again, circled itself three times, then curled up beside the bed's occupant and closed its eyes. Silkie was not bothered by the intrusion. Though still a mutant silkworm, in its current state, he knew the creature on the bed was harmless. So rather than play guard dog, the larva simply finished the rest of its meal and made itself comfortable on the rug, dreaming happily of feasts where all the dishes had a five hundred thread count.