Mittens

Jericho had always wished he could fly. He never really thought about it much, it was just one of his momentary standalone thoughts. One of the many that drifted away the next morning, leaving him helpless to the others that were certain to follow it. It was only when he was surrounded by hundreds of floating teenagers that he really took notice in his blissful dream. It seemed that everywhere he went nowadays someone would be combing the sky, eyes closed contently and a gentle smile placed upon their face. Jericho let his own eyelids slowly crumble down while he took another breath of the crisp air.

It was cold on the rooftop. Not as cold as it had been the day before, but it was still cold. Jericho slowly stroked the patterns on his mittens – the purple ones, not the ones Starfire had knitted. No. As much as he appreciated her generosity he just couldn't see himself wearing the brightly coloured green gloves. Rubbing his hands together for warmth, Jericho blew into the air; enjoy the trail of fog that it created.

Beast Boy always found that funny. He'd always laugh at Jericho when the boy would do that. Jericho found it irritating; he saw no humour in what he was doing. He got no response out of Beast Boy either; the younger of the two was always rushing off before Jericho even had the time to pop the question. Maybe that's why he had never worn Starfire's mittens. They reminded him too much of Beast Boy. Bubbly and cheerful.

He scoffed silently. Suddenly noting that the boy he was thinking about moments before was coming into land on the west side of the tower's roof. The teenager was shivering slightly – Jericho couldn't blame him. He'd been freezing as well if he'd just flown to Metropolis. It was no news to any of the Titans that Metropolis and all its surrounding cities were having a heat wave. That's why the Tower was so quiet. Everyone had been trying to get a lookout spot there for days.

Beast Boy transformed into a dog and shook his head quickly, hoping to distance himself from the icy flakes that had covered his head.

It looks like it may snow. Jericho signed, hurriedly taking off his scarf and wrapping it round Beast Boy.

"Y-yeah," the boy shivered once more, sneezing while he did. Jericho smiled. He always smiled when Beast Boy sneezed; it was a known fact with the Titans. Nobody knew why he did it, just like nobody knew why Beast Boy giggled when Jericho exhaled cold air.

Jericho turned, but not before sliding off his mittens and handing them over to Beast Boy.

You need them more. He repeated this when Beast Boy tried to give them back. I'm going inside now; you've got to explain to Cyborg why the T-Ships covered in dog hairs.

The boy giggled at Beast Boy's fearful expression and walked slowly towards the door, making a mental note to try and retrieve those green mittens from the bottom of his wardrobe.

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Authors Note: Yeah, this one was supposed to be about flying; it was going to end with Beast Boy taking Jericho for a ride with him. I haven't got a clue how it ended up liked this. Ah well, crits are loved.