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May. 26th, 2009 @ 12:45 am Fanfic: Tequila Sunset.
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Title: Tequila Sunset
Characters: Kon/Cassie and short appearances of Cissie and Greta.
Rating: G
Summary: It’s Valentine’s day and Cassie expects poor Kon to screw up royally. Will he fail or will he succeed? Chan chan chaaaaaaan!
Word Count: 1405 (Woohoo! The word count is getting shorter!)
Prompt: “Sunset at the beach” given by museofspeed .
Disclaimer: All characters owned by DC, except maybe Superboy, I think. In any case I don’t own him.

NOTES: I started writing this for the Valentine’s day challenge, but I’m slower than crippled molasses so that didn’t happen. But since it also fits for the current Unusual Pairing challenge, it is on time for this one. Cassie / Kon is an unusual pairing? There are many things wrong with this world. This is one of them.

Cassie walked into the Young Justice Headquarters’ kitchen to find that her friends, Cissie and Greta, were already taking breakfast. Cassie tried to brush her unruly morning hair with her hands to make it more ‘ruly’ but as soon as the hands stopped, the hairs curled and twisted back to where they wanted.

“Good morning,” Cassie tried to say, but it sounded more like Yaaaawn groon mornee

There was a stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. Cissie and Greta were eating plain toasts.

“So… Cissie tried to make pancakes again,” said Cassie.

“Yes,” replied Cissie with monotone anger.

“These ones taste better than the ones you made last week,” said Greta trying to cheer up Cissie. “Too bad they are hard as rocks.”

Cassie put more bread in the toaster and sat down. Cissie was busy biting small pieces out of a toast while reading the funnies page of the newspaper. Greta on the other hand read a book that had a unicorn in outer space on the cover. Cassie waited a few seconds to make sure absolutely no one was paying her the littlest bit of attention and then sighed heavily like the romantic lead of a Telemundo soap opera. Cissie and Greta continued their reading.

Once more Cassie sighed loudly; the message for attention was so obvious this time that Cissie and Greta could not ignore it. Greta put a bookmark on the page she was reading and Cissie put the newspaper down.

“Some thing wrong?” asked Cissie. She was just humoring Cassie but was not really concerned about her wellbeing since she believed it was probably nothing serious.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” replied Cassie. “Don’t pay me any attention.”

With superhero reflexes, Cissie rolled up the newspaper and whacked Cassie on the head with it.

“Owie! What was that for?”

“I hate when people beg for attention and then play hard to get. You got the attention, now hurry up and say what’s on your mind!”

“Well, if you insist.”

Cissie rolled her eyes.

“Today is Valentine’s day,” Cassie said.

“Why is that a problem?” asked Greta. “It’s not like you don’t have a date like Cissie.”

“I could get a date if I wanted! I just don’t want one!”

“Why would you not want one? Dating is fun!”

“How would you know, Greta?” Cissie asked. ” You have never gone out with anybody.”

Greta paused to ponder about this. It was true she had never dated anybody in her life or in her death, but the despite her lack of empirical evidence, she was somehow convinced dating was really fun.

“Well, it is really fun in my head,” Greta finally answered. “Especially near the end when Robin puts his hand up my…”

“Enough of that!” interrupted Cassie. “Let’s go back to my problem!”

“But you don’t have a problem,” Cissie said.

“Yes I do! I want a romantic date I can remember forever, a date I can tell to my grandchildren, but I’m dating Superboy and he… he is a nice boy, but--”

“But his idea of romance is burping out I love you?” asked Cissie.

“Yes. But he only did that once.”

“Well, after the face your mom made when he heard him, I think he got the idea it was not a nice thing to do,” added Greta.

“Yes, but oh… he is going to ruin everything today isn’t he?” Cassie said. “We are going for dinner to White Castle and then to a wrestling match!”

“Come on, come on, he is not that bad,” Cissie said as she patted Cassie’s head. And then she added, “I think” and ruined whatever consolation she might had given before.

“It will probably be a very romantic wrestling match,” added Greta. If she was being sarcastic or genuinely trying to console Cassie, nobody could say.

“Give him a chance; I bet he planned something nice for today,” Cissie said.

“I hope you are right,” Cassie said and then she slowly and dolefully walked back to her room to sulk for a few hours before the date.


“Is miss Sandsmark home?” Superboy asked. He was standing at the entrance of the Young Justice cave holding a bouquet of roses. He was wearing a suit, open coat and no tie. The suit was probably borrowed from Robin.

“Are your intentions towards miss Sandsmark honorable, young man?” asked Cissie.

“Yes, ma’am; I will take her to Gotham City and we will sell crack and guns right in Crime Alley, If that’s okay with you, ma’am.”

“As long as I get ten percent, it’s okay with me. Cassie will be out in a moment. I have to warn you: she is feeling a bit down and whatever you have planned for today should better be amazing.”

Superboy scratched his chin pensively.

“I guess crack and guns aren’t going to cut it today,” he said.

“No, I don’t think they will.”

“Relax, Arrowchick,” Superboy said as he pointed gunfingers at Cissie. “I got an idea that will get tons of boyfriend points. In the scale of one to a hundred, one being Ultra the multi alien and a hundred being Nightwing, I’ll get two hundred points easy.”

“If one hundred is Nightwing, what are two hundred points?”

“Two Nightwings of course.”

Cissie just sighed.

Cassie walked out of her room ready for her date. For better or for worse she was going to spend Valentines Day with Kon.

“For you,” Kon said as he offered Cassie the bouquet of flowers. “I only regret they are nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

Cassie was not surprised the flowers were not as pretty as her; for ten dollars you are lucky if they resemble flowers. Cassie decided it would be best not to tell Kon this or that the price tag was still attached.

“Thank you, Kon. They are nice.”

To Cassie’s surprise Kon had made reservations in a nice, small restaurant in Happy Harbor’s bay area. It sure wasn’t the fanciest place she had ever had dinner in, but the silverware was not made of plastic. The food was great and Cassie loved scallops even though she still had no clue what those poor things were supposed to even look like before being cooked and served.

After dinner Kon took her to walk around the bay area. Cassie wondered why she and the rest of the gang had never bothered to see the city, to get to know it. The place was full with small shops and some art galleries.

To end the day they found a bench with good view of the beach and watched the sun set. Kon pretended to yawn, lifted his arm and put it around her. It was the first time Cassie had seen something that was retarded and sweet at the same time. She rested her head on his shoulder and together they stayed quiet until the sun was gone.

“I have to say this day was nicer than I expected,” Cassie said. “I think this is the first time I am sad a day is over. It’s usually the other way around.”

“Ah, but it doesn’t have to be over. I have a surprise for you.”

Kon lifted Cassie from the bench before she could complain and with one jump they were both up in the sky flying.

“Where… where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Kon and Cassie set foot on land somewhere in the east coast of Mexico. Cassie had not noticed, because the change came slowly, but they had daylight again. They had caught with the sun.

“The day doesn’t have to end, Cassie. The sunset can last today as long as you want.”

Cassie smiled and a tear ran down her cheek.

“Kon, I think that’s the sweetest thing you have ever done.”

“Thank you, it took me some thinking. I only thought up to this point. I’m not sure where to go from here without screwing up.”

“Let’s just go home.”

“Are you sure, Cassie? Because, we can look at a few more sunsets today.”

“We can’t spend the day just watching sunsets at beaches. Some crisis or disaster is bound to hit any time soon and the team will need us. But it’s nice that you wanted to spend more hours with me like this.”

“You are right. Race you?”

“You know, Kon… let’s stay for one more. But just this one.”

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Date:May 26th, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)
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Awesome! Loved Cassie's Teen Draaaaama at the beginning.
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Date:May 26th, 2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
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Date:May 26th, 2009 05:36 pm (UTC)
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Nice fic! I loved Cissie and Greta as G(r)eek Chorus. And Kon done good for once. It was bound to happen eventually, I guess.
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Date:May 26th, 2009 08:32 pm (UTC)
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Broken clocks, people; broken clocks! And thanks.
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Date:May 27th, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
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I'm oddly crushed Kon didn't messed this up and feel like such a bitch now :/

Seriously, that last line killed it. I could hear a loud chorus of awws across the internet as I read it. Congratulations on your win!
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Date:May 28th, 2009 04:22 pm (UTC)
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This was, initially, written for the Valentine's day challenge, which was "Kon does something sweet" so he couldn't screw it up this time.

And thanks!
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Date:May 28th, 2009 06:48 pm (UTC)
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My LJ was being stupid yesterday and ate my comment. ANYWAY! This was cute! :D
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Date:May 29th, 2009 05:11 am (UTC)
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LJ was giving me Database error messages all morning! Clean up your game, LJ!