Titans Together - Fic & Art
Soo a while ago I was reading this panel discussion on Geekanerd (the bit where they talk about the Scrappiest Team being the Teen Titans with just Cassie, Jaime, and Eddie) and I was thinking, if it was just Cassie, Eddie, and Jaime on the team, what would they do? They'd probably just play a lot of video games, that's what. And eat cereal.

So then I drew this.



Me + traditional media = fail lol

But anyway then I was reading the fifth Blue Beetle trade, the part where the Titans show up, and I was thinking, gee, Cassie and Eddie would make a cute couple. And then I was thinking about the comic I had drawn. And then I wrote this fic.

Title: Titans Together
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairings: Cassandra Sandsmark, Eddie Bloomberg; light Cassie/Eddie
Word Count: 871
Rating: PG
Summary: It was one of those weekends at Titans Tower, when anyone who had anywhere else to be had left, so Cassie and Eddie hang out.
Author's Notes: The last time I played a racing game, I killed a moose, so I didn't make that up. Also, recently I've not been liking Cassie so much, but I always find after I write a fic about someone, I like them so much better . . .

Saturday morning, Cassie woke up around eleven.

She threw on some clothes, not bothering with her uniform, and wandering downstairs through the silent Tower. It was one of those weekends—when anyone who had anywhere else to be had left, and rooms and hallways were empty.

Well, almost empty.

“Morning, Eddie,” Cassie said, making her way into the kitchen. Eddie was eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch at the counter, in nothing his pajama bottoms. If it had been anyone else, Cassie would have told to go put a on a shirt, but it was Eddie. The time for telling him to get a shirt had long passed.

“Hey, Cass,” said Eddie. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much.” Cassie grabbed the Cinnamon Toast Crunch and poured herself a bowl. “Where is everyone?” she asked, perfunctorily. She already knew the answer.

“Out,” said Eddie, and shrugged. “You know.”

They munched their cereal in silence for a few minutes.

“I got Super Racer IV yesterday,” Eddie, said suddenly. Cassie dumped her cereal bowl in the sink.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.”

-

“Did you see that, Eddie? “ Cassie asked. “Did you see that? I passed you. I’m pwning you, man, I’m pwning you!”

“Wait’ll you get to the third lap,” Eddie said, ducking as Cassie jerked her controller, in her excitement, to the exact place his face had been a moment before. “Then we’ll see who’s ‘pwning’ who.”

Cassie frowned. “I’m on the third lap now, what’s—” she began, but stopped, staring at the television screen. “Did you see that?” she gaped, after a moment of shock.

“Me passing you? Why, yes, I did catch that.”

“I hit an elk,” Cassie said, tugging on the controls desperately. “I hit an elk with my car and killed it! I killed it! Did you see that?”

“That’s what happens on lap three,” Eddie said, maneuvering his car around a bison that had appeared in the middle of the track. “I see the finish line, I’m going to win—”

“Why are there elk in this game?”

“Hey, I didn’t make it,” Eddie said. “I just own it. Or should I say—pwn it.”

Cassie jerked her controlled one final time and rolled her eyes as Eddie passed the finish line. “You are such a dork,” she said.

“Wait, when you say ‘pwn’ it’s okay, but when I say it, I’m a dork?”

“No,” Cassie said. “When I say ‘pwn’ it’s okay, but when you make dumb puns, you’re a dork.”

“Ah,” said Eddie. “Touché.”

-

“Mexican,” said Cassie.

“You say tomato, I say tomahto,” said Eddie. “And by tomahto, I mean Thai.”

“Would you cut it out with the quips?” Cassie said, grinning just a little. “We’re trying to figure out what to order for lunch, not battle a kitschy food-themed villain.”

“Fine,” Eddie said, opening the fridge and peering in, “But my point stands. We’ve still got leftovers from the last time we had Mexican.” He closed the fridge and turned to Cassie, eyes wide and pleading. “Can we please get Thai?” he asked. Cassie sighed dramatically.

“Fine,” she said, grabbing the phone. Was it weird that she found that look irresistible? “But we’re getting everything mild this time, okay?”

“Hey, I only ordered everything super-spicy that one time,” Eddie said, and frowned a little. “Back when I was, you know, still a functioning member of the Teen Titans.”

Cassie blinked innocently. “So . . . yesterday?” she said.

-

By 7:30 Cassie and Eddie had watched nearly five hours of House on one of the television screens Robin used to hook up to computers and use for research and data processing.

“Why,” Eddie said, for probably the thirtieth time, “did Robin need such high-definition TVs to look things up on Google?”

“I’m not complaining,” Cassie said, fishing around hungrily in one of the long-empty Thai food containers. “Do you think it’s lupus?” she asked, as House went to commercial.

“It’s never lupus.” Eddie flipped open his cell phone. He looked at Cassie, grinning a little. “Mexican?” he asked. Cassie smiled.

“I love it when you get all earnest,” she said, and laughed when Eddie blushed all the way up to the roots of his hair.

-

Sunday morning, Cassie woke up around eight with a start.

She was in Eddie’s bed.

She sat up like a shot, ready to deny everything, when she realized that she was still dressed. Eddie, curled up beside her, even had his baseball cap on. Cassie breathed a sigh of relief.

The bed, she noticed, was covered with cereal bowls, and various game controllers had gotten tangled with the sheets. The TV was on and blasting the theme to “Super Racer IV.” They had fallen asleep gaming, Cassie realized, and the TV had woken her up.

Cassie found the remote among the debris on the bed and turned the television off. She looked over at Eddie, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, hair still braided from when Cassie decided that he would look really cute with a French braid at four in the morning. Cassie considered reaching over and shaking him awake, or at least moving into her own room.

Instead, she leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes.

End.