Tea and Cookies With Death (Sandman/DC Crossover)
Title: Tea and Cookies With Death
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Kon-el and Death of the Endless
Fandom: DC Comics & the Sandman
Rating: Gen
Summary: After Kon-el's death at the end of Infinite Crisis, he doesn't end up where he expects.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Kon and Death are owned by the guys over at DC and their Vertigo imprint.
Warnings: deals with character death
“We’re all proud of you, Kon-El. You did something that no one else could and you saved the world.”
Kon blinks and tries to crane his neck so that he can find the person that’s talking to him. There’s darkness all around him but he knows that he’s not imagining the sound of a soft female voice. He tries to head in the direction of that voice, paddling a bit with his arms and legs as he floats through the jet-black void.
“C-cassie,” he calls out nervously. “Tim? Are you guys here?” He imagines that he can feel a chill work through his bones and he shivers slightly before wrapping his arms around himself. He stops floating, stops trying to fly to some imagined point of light that probably doesn’t exist. “Guys, I-I’m scared.”
The darkness seems to abate and Kon instinctively raises one hand to shield his eyes. When he puts his hand down, he’s shocked to see that he’s no longer in that empty place. His feet touch smooth tile and when he glances around, he can see modern furniture and a huge television set. He’s not in Metropolis anymore and that honestly scares him almost as much as dying at the hands of that insane Superboy Prime.
“A-am I dead,” Kon whispers as he touches his chest and tries to use his powers to hear the rush of blood as it works through his body. Nothing works except for his TTK and while he can use it to knock over a vase of flowers on a nearby end table, it’s mostly useless in helping him figure out what’s going on. “Shit! I have to be dead...”
A door on the other side of the room opens and a short woman walks out carrying a tray with two mugs and a box of Girl Scout cookies. “Got it in one Kon-El,” she says with a smile as she sets the tray down on a small table and turns to beam at him. “You’re definitely dead, but don’t worry. For you, it’s not permanent.”
Kon blinks. “Who the hell are you,” he blurts out as he works on keeping the back at his wall and the fear out of his voice. “How did I get here? Did you steal my body from Metropolis?” He eyes her suspiciously as she starts to stir the tea and he tries to figure out what her angle is.
“Calm down,” the woman says as she waggles her spoon at him. She doesn’t answer his question, but she smiles gently nonetheless. The ankh necklace around her neck swings in a slow arc and Kon finds himself staring at the gleaming silver piece and wondering why it seems so familiar. “You’re already dead, kid. I have no interest in hurting you or anything. I’m just here to keep your company for a while.”
Kon balks when the dark-haired woman gestures for him to join her at the table. “What about my friends,” he asks softly. “What about Tim and Cassie and Bart?” He clenches his fists at his sides and tries to stay strong. “Do they know where I am?”
“They know you’re dead,” the woman says as she points to the chair opposite the one that she’s standing beside. “They miss you. Now sit down and have some tea. I don’t know if you can go into shock if you’re dead, but I don’t want to find out.”
When Kon doesn’t move, the woman moves him. She pushes him until he sits down and then she all but shoves a cup of tea in his hands.
“Who are you,” Kon asks again after a few seconds of sipping tea in silence.
The woman smiles as she urges Kon to take a cookie. “You already know,” she murmurs softly as she watches the young clone eat with gusto. Her smile is tinged with sadness, but she does her best to keep him from noticing. “Trust me, Kon-El, you know who I am better than most people.”
“Will I ever see my friends again,” Kon asks after he drains his cup. He’s still confused, but he’s best friends with Tim Drake. If he can put up with his best friend’s secrets, then he can nod and pretend as though he understands everything.
The dark haired woman grins widely and pats Kon’s hand.
“We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we.”
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Kon-el and Death of the Endless
Fandom: DC Comics & the Sandman
Rating: Gen
Summary: After Kon-el's death at the end of Infinite Crisis, he doesn't end up where he expects.
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership for anything in this story. Kon and Death are owned by the guys over at DC and their Vertigo imprint.
Warnings: deals with character death
“We’re all proud of you, Kon-El. You did something that no one else could and you saved the world.”
Kon blinks and tries to crane his neck so that he can find the person that’s talking to him. There’s darkness all around him but he knows that he’s not imagining the sound of a soft female voice. He tries to head in the direction of that voice, paddling a bit with his arms and legs as he floats through the jet-black void.
“C-cassie,” he calls out nervously. “Tim? Are you guys here?” He imagines that he can feel a chill work through his bones and he shivers slightly before wrapping his arms around himself. He stops floating, stops trying to fly to some imagined point of light that probably doesn’t exist. “Guys, I-I’m scared.”
The darkness seems to abate and Kon instinctively raises one hand to shield his eyes. When he puts his hand down, he’s shocked to see that he’s no longer in that empty place. His feet touch smooth tile and when he glances around, he can see modern furniture and a huge television set. He’s not in Metropolis anymore and that honestly scares him almost as much as dying at the hands of that insane Superboy Prime.
“A-am I dead,” Kon whispers as he touches his chest and tries to use his powers to hear the rush of blood as it works through his body. Nothing works except for his TTK and while he can use it to knock over a vase of flowers on a nearby end table, it’s mostly useless in helping him figure out what’s going on. “Shit! I have to be dead...”
A door on the other side of the room opens and a short woman walks out carrying a tray with two mugs and a box of Girl Scout cookies. “Got it in one Kon-El,” she says with a smile as she sets the tray down on a small table and turns to beam at him. “You’re definitely dead, but don’t worry. For you, it’s not permanent.”
Kon blinks. “Who the hell are you,” he blurts out as he works on keeping the back at his wall and the fear out of his voice. “How did I get here? Did you steal my body from Metropolis?” He eyes her suspiciously as she starts to stir the tea and he tries to figure out what her angle is.
“Calm down,” the woman says as she waggles her spoon at him. She doesn’t answer his question, but she smiles gently nonetheless. The ankh necklace around her neck swings in a slow arc and Kon finds himself staring at the gleaming silver piece and wondering why it seems so familiar. “You’re already dead, kid. I have no interest in hurting you or anything. I’m just here to keep your company for a while.”
Kon balks when the dark-haired woman gestures for him to join her at the table. “What about my friends,” he asks softly. “What about Tim and Cassie and Bart?” He clenches his fists at his sides and tries to stay strong. “Do they know where I am?”
“They know you’re dead,” the woman says as she points to the chair opposite the one that she’s standing beside. “They miss you. Now sit down and have some tea. I don’t know if you can go into shock if you’re dead, but I don’t want to find out.”
When Kon doesn’t move, the woman moves him. She pushes him until he sits down and then she all but shoves a cup of tea in his hands.
“Who are you,” Kon asks again after a few seconds of sipping tea in silence.
The woman smiles as she urges Kon to take a cookie. “You already know,” she murmurs softly as she watches the young clone eat with gusto. Her smile is tinged with sadness, but she does her best to keep him from noticing. “Trust me, Kon-El, you know who I am better than most people.”
“Will I ever see my friends again,” Kon asks after he drains his cup. He’s still confused, but he’s best friends with Tim Drake. If he can put up with his best friend’s secrets, then he can nod and pretend as though he understands everything.
The dark haired woman grins widely and pats Kon’s hand.
“We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we.”