Three Letters Cassandra Sandsmark Will Never Send
Title: Three Letters Cassandra Sandsmark Will Never Send
Fandom: Teen Titans
Series: Make It Better/Better'Verse #1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cassandra Sandsmark (Wonder Girl II)
Word Count: 1059
Warnings: Bit o' angst.
Notes: I strongly believe that I've fixated on Kon a lot (and yes, Tim too), so I'd like something Cassie-filled. Inspired, if you can believe this, by the
lettergraveyard community.
Summary: She wasn't one for journals.
Donna --
I think we both know you were expecting this letter for Diana, but truth be told, I don't really feel like talking to her. Or writing to her. Or communicating with her, whatever. She just feels, I don't know, distant -- like everything else in my life -- and besides, I really need to talk to you.
I need to make amends.
You probably know by now that I'm Teen Titan-worthy. I mean, of all the YJers we've had during the years, Starfire and the rest could've chosen anyone else. Anyone. I swear, CM3 or that Spoiler girl, even Secret would've help to some extent.
But they chose me. (And Kon, and Tim, and Bart too, but they live for this kinda thing.) I just didn't know whether I wanted to be a superhero anymore. If I wanted to be Wonder Girl anymore.
I didn't have you.
I mean, everyone has their own, right? Though Tim will never admit it, he (sometimes) needs Batman, needs Nightwing, Oracle, even -- because they're older, if not wiser. Kon has Superman (and Supergirl, he's plenty happy about that) and even if Bart doesn't want the latter, he has Max and Wally.
Diana's my mentor, not my successor. Not my sister. She was never Wonder Girl, she never had to be. She didn't grow into Wonder Woman, so you had to make the legacy by yourself.
How'd you do it, Donna? How'd you tell the world that you weren't like Diana?
How do I do that?
There's a statue of the original Titans here, by the way.
Despite the obvious, you look...alive. Or really happy. It's a really great statue.
And it reminds me of what I'm not.
--Cassie
******
Tim --
When are you gonna wake up and not be a jackass?
Okay, mean, I know -- but I really needed to say that. And can you believe I finally found your lab-thing, your personal piece of hell? I...really don't know why I'm so relieved, but I am.
I gave up on Kon, I really did. When the Apokolips magicks couldn't do anything, I thought Kon really couldn't come back. That Zeus really was some kind of bastard that just couldn't do the job anymore.
Although, I will admit the first emotion I got when seeing all of that, all of the machines and the shrines and his picture, I was scared. You scared me, Tim. I know that it's sorta mandatory with you, but I didn't believe, I couldn't comprehend that you'd be capable of that kind of madness.
Then I realized that I -- a few months earlier -- was capable of that kind of madness. Which made us the same.
Which might explain why I let you kiss me.
Hey, anyone looking in could've thought we'd kissed each other, but we both know if I was a bit saner at the moment I would've smacked sky high and back. We know that.
Because I'm not afraid to admit I still love him, but I won't shrug off the fact that I love you. In a friendly 'you're-not-him' kind of way.
See how honest I'm being?
Do me the same courtesy, Tim. Tell me what the hell is going on. With me and with you and with all of us.
When did the world go to hell?
--Cassie
******
Kon--
You think God has a fax machine up there?
Okay, bad joke, bad joke -- but I got those from you.
I miss you. There, I said it, woobiness over. Despite how truth-filled that I was, I seriously don't know why I haven't said that yet. I think I show it better than I tell it, but I miss you. A lot.
I talked to Raven a few weeks back, asked her if she could reach you. I sat for two days straight crisscross-style, and I still can't feel my legs. There's no way I'm pulling magick again and I can't go to Zeus since he and Hera are having another fight, so I can't talk to you.
I never could in the first place. Not with Wonder Woman breathing down our backs.
Ha, remember the roof incident? I do.
Also, I remember Good Charlotte scenario. When I was conked out on the couch and you took Bart's CD player and turned the volume up real high and stuffed the headphones on me?
Do you still have that bruise from when I socked in you in the eye for that? You really loved messing with me. And I used to pretend to hate that you were never really serious with me.
Well, at least until you told me you loved me. Then we both knew you were plenty serious.
And now all I'm feeling anymore is serious. I don't really smile, not anymore. I can't look at Tim or Bart without wanting to smack me. Kory keeps playing the "knowing mother" and I know she's trying to help me, but it's not really hitting home, you know?
What does she know about it? Dick is still alive, to some extent (God knows after that "I almost died" experience he's having. Tim's letting him stay in the tower for a few days, it's like having an invisible house guest.)
Speaking of our Bird boy, he's wacked. As wacked as he could get. Do you believe he's trying to clone you? Pretty funny, huh?
Okay, so it's not, but why is it hard for me to believe that he might do it? He might get you back and we could, well, we could be us again, Kon.
If you still have your memory, that is. Tim says that your DNA is not the same as having your memory on a disk. There's a small chance that you could even remember what gender you are, much less our names.
It's male, by the way, Kon. You're male.
After we teach you how to read, I might let you read this. Until then, here's waiting.
Love,
Cassie
End.
Fandom: Teen Titans
Series: Make It Better/Better'Verse #1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cassandra Sandsmark (Wonder Girl II)
Word Count: 1059
Warnings: Bit o' angst.
Notes: I strongly believe that I've fixated on Kon a lot (and yes, Tim too), so I'd like something Cassie-filled. Inspired, if you can believe this, by the
lettergraveyard community.
Summary: She wasn't one for journals.
Donna --
I think we both know you were expecting this letter for Diana, but truth be told, I don't really feel like talking to her. Or writing to her. Or communicating with her, whatever. She just feels, I don't know, distant -- like everything else in my life -- and besides, I really need to talk to you.
I need to make amends.
You probably know by now that I'm Teen Titan-worthy. I mean, of all the YJers we've had during the years, Starfire and the rest could've chosen anyone else. Anyone. I swear, CM3 or that Spoiler girl, even Secret would've help to some extent.
But they chose me. (And Kon, and Tim, and Bart too, but they live for this kinda thing.) I just didn't know whether I wanted to be a superhero anymore. If I wanted to be Wonder Girl anymore.
I didn't have you.
I mean, everyone has their own, right? Though Tim will never admit it, he (sometimes) needs Batman, needs Nightwing, Oracle, even -- because they're older, if not wiser. Kon has Superman (and Supergirl, he's plenty happy about that) and even if Bart doesn't want the latter, he has Max and Wally.
Diana's my mentor, not my successor. Not my sister. She was never Wonder Girl, she never had to be. She didn't grow into Wonder Woman, so you had to make the legacy by yourself.
How'd you do it, Donna? How'd you tell the world that you weren't like Diana?
How do I do that?
There's a statue of the original Titans here, by the way.
Despite the obvious, you look...alive. Or really happy. It's a really great statue.
And it reminds me of what I'm not.
--Cassie
******
Tim --
When are you gonna wake up and not be a jackass?
Okay, mean, I know -- but I really needed to say that. And can you believe I finally found your lab-thing, your personal piece of hell? I...really don't know why I'm so relieved, but I am.
I gave up on Kon, I really did. When the Apokolips magicks couldn't do anything, I thought Kon really couldn't come back. That Zeus really was some kind of bastard that just couldn't do the job anymore.
Although, I will admit the first emotion I got when seeing all of that, all of the machines and the shrines and his picture, I was scared. You scared me, Tim. I know that it's sorta mandatory with you, but I didn't believe, I couldn't comprehend that you'd be capable of that kind of madness.
Then I realized that I -- a few months earlier -- was capable of that kind of madness. Which made us the same.
Which might explain why I let you kiss me.
Hey, anyone looking in could've thought we'd kissed each other, but we both know if I was a bit saner at the moment I would've smacked sky high and back. We know that.
Because I'm not afraid to admit I still love him, but I won't shrug off the fact that I love you. In a friendly 'you're-not-him' kind of way.
See how honest I'm being?
Do me the same courtesy, Tim. Tell me what the hell is going on. With me and with you and with all of us.
When did the world go to hell?
--Cassie
******
Kon--
You think God has a fax machine up there?
Okay, bad joke, bad joke -- but I got those from you.
I miss you. There, I said it, woobiness over. Despite how truth-filled that I was, I seriously don't know why I haven't said that yet. I think I show it better than I tell it, but I miss you. A lot.
I talked to Raven a few weeks back, asked her if she could reach you. I sat for two days straight crisscross-style, and I still can't feel my legs. There's no way I'm pulling magick again and I can't go to Zeus since he and Hera are having another fight, so I can't talk to you.
I never could in the first place. Not with Wonder Woman breathing down our backs.
Ha, remember the roof incident? I do.
Also, I remember Good Charlotte scenario. When I was conked out on the couch and you took Bart's CD player and turned the volume up real high and stuffed the headphones on me?
Do you still have that bruise from when I socked in you in the eye for that? You really loved messing with me. And I used to pretend to hate that you were never really serious with me.
Well, at least until you told me you loved me. Then we both knew you were plenty serious.
And now all I'm feeling anymore is serious. I don't really smile, not anymore. I can't look at Tim or Bart without wanting to smack me. Kory keeps playing the "knowing mother" and I know she's trying to help me, but it's not really hitting home, you know?
What does she know about it? Dick is still alive, to some extent (God knows after that "I almost died" experience he's having. Tim's letting him stay in the tower for a few days, it's like having an invisible house guest.)
Speaking of our Bird boy, he's wacked. As wacked as he could get. Do you believe he's trying to clone you? Pretty funny, huh?
Okay, so it's not, but why is it hard for me to believe that he might do it? He might get you back and we could, well, we could be us again, Kon.
If you still have your memory, that is. Tim says that your DNA is not the same as having your memory on a disk. There's a small chance that you could even remember what gender you are, much less our names.
It's male, by the way, Kon. You're male.
After we teach you how to read, I might let you read this. Until then, here's waiting.
Love,
Cassie
End.