Fic: Margarita Sunday(Cassie/Kara)
Title: Margarita Sunday
Author: milleniumrex
Claim: Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El(DC Comics)
Table: Here
Prompt: Sprain
Rating: PG-13
Words: 652
Summary: Kara helps take Cassie's mind off a bad day
Author's Notes/Warnings: AU from Teen Titans #55. Cassie and Kara are back together, that's all you need to know. Written for the 10_hurt_comfort prompt table, as well as for lady_sarai's request of "Margaritas". (Yes, I know I already did a "drunk" prompt. But Cassie's fun to write when she's hammered.)
"Ow. Stupid sudden power outages."
Cassie winced as Kara gently prodded her bruised foot. They had been chasing Thaddeus Killgrave through Metropolis when Cassie's powers suddenly started fluctuating, as they had been doing occasionally, and she'd had to make an awkward landing.
Kara used her x-ray vision to take a quick scan of Cassie's ankle. "I don't think it's broken. I'm not sure, though. Want me to fly you to the hospital?"
"That depends. Did you get him?"
Kara grinned. "Oh, totally."
"Then okay. Because I wasn't letting my stupid ankle stop us from nailing the guy."
Kara scooped Cassie up in her arms and carried her off the rooftop.
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That afternoon, with the burning summer sun pouring in through the window of Kara's apartment, Cassie sat on the couch in front of the air conditioner. Her sprained ankle was tightly wrapped in an ace bandage, with a pair of crutches on the floor.
"So I guess we're not going dancing tonight, huh?" Cassie said, with a deep pout on her face.
Kara plopped herself down on the couch next to Cassie, playing with her hair. "No, probably not. Do you need anything?"
"I don't know. A time machine, so I wouldn't wind up on crutches for two weeks? That might be nice. Or at least some better air conditioning. It's too hot for june."
"I think I know how to cool us down."
Cassie grinned at Kara. "Really? Most of your ideas for pasttimes just leave us sweatier, babe."
"Well, you just let me know when you're up for that. But in the meantime, I've got a cure-all for just about anything."
Kara dug through her closet and pulled out a portable frozen drink maker, a box of margarita mix, and a bottle of tequila. Cassie was somewhere between amazed and impressed.
"How'd you get that? Aren't you 16?"
"If you think about it the right way, I'm actually about 37! So I figure, fake IDs are really just making up for cosmic injustice. You want yours with salt? Without?"
"Whatever will get me drunk the fastest. I need a painkiller, and this should do the trick."
"Extra tequila coming right up, then." Kara grinned as she started up the machine.
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Cassie rested her head in Kara's lap as the second Margarita started to settle in with a strong buzz. "Are you even feeling these? At all?"
"Not yet. I've never been able to get drunk, really. One of the drawbacks of Kryptonian physiology. Doesn't mean I'm not going to try, though. How's the ankle?"
"I'm feeling no pain! I think these Margaritas have magical curing abilities! We're geniuses!"
"Let's not test that out, okay? You want some chips? Don't want you passing out on me. You're really cute when you're tipsy. Less so when you're unconscious."
"Thanks. I'm starving. It's been one hell of a day, Kara."
"I know. I hope I made it a little bit better."
"Oh, totally. You and your magical margarita machine of joy." Cassie smiled as she pushed herself into a sitting position and kissed Kara on the lips. "Hmmm....anyway you could make that thing portable for school tomorrow? I have a feeling I might need one."
"I'll work on it." Kara giggled. "Man, I just hope I didn't miss any of Batman's cameras. If he's watching this..."
"Nah, we totally found all of them last time we searched. I mean, it's not like he's magic or something. Right?"
_______________
Batman watched the scene on one of his seven remaining hidden cameras as Alfred walked up to the computer.
"Spying on the girls again, eh, master Bruce? And what have we discovered this time?"
"Margarita machine."
Author: milleniumrex
Claim: Cassie Sandsmark/Kara Zor-El(DC Comics)
Table: Here
Prompt: Sprain
Rating: PG-13
Words: 652
Summary: Kara helps take Cassie's mind off a bad day
Author's Notes/Warnings: AU from Teen Titans #55. Cassie and Kara are back together, that's all you need to know. Written for the 10_hurt_comfort prompt table, as well as for lady_sarai's request of "Margaritas". (Yes, I know I already did a "drunk" prompt. But Cassie's fun to write when she's hammered.)
"Ow. Stupid sudden power outages."
Cassie winced as Kara gently prodded her bruised foot. They had been chasing Thaddeus Killgrave through Metropolis when Cassie's powers suddenly started fluctuating, as they had been doing occasionally, and she'd had to make an awkward landing.
Kara used her x-ray vision to take a quick scan of Cassie's ankle. "I don't think it's broken. I'm not sure, though. Want me to fly you to the hospital?"
"That depends. Did you get him?"
Kara grinned. "Oh, totally."
"Then okay. Because I wasn't letting my stupid ankle stop us from nailing the guy."
Kara scooped Cassie up in her arms and carried her off the rooftop.
_______________
That afternoon, with the burning summer sun pouring in through the window of Kara's apartment, Cassie sat on the couch in front of the air conditioner. Her sprained ankle was tightly wrapped in an ace bandage, with a pair of crutches on the floor.
"So I guess we're not going dancing tonight, huh?" Cassie said, with a deep pout on her face.
Kara plopped herself down on the couch next to Cassie, playing with her hair. "No, probably not. Do you need anything?"
"I don't know. A time machine, so I wouldn't wind up on crutches for two weeks? That might be nice. Or at least some better air conditioning. It's too hot for june."
"I think I know how to cool us down."
Cassie grinned at Kara. "Really? Most of your ideas for pasttimes just leave us sweatier, babe."
"Well, you just let me know when you're up for that. But in the meantime, I've got a cure-all for just about anything."
Kara dug through her closet and pulled out a portable frozen drink maker, a box of margarita mix, and a bottle of tequila. Cassie was somewhere between amazed and impressed.
"How'd you get that? Aren't you 16?"
"If you think about it the right way, I'm actually about 37! So I figure, fake IDs are really just making up for cosmic injustice. You want yours with salt? Without?"
"Whatever will get me drunk the fastest. I need a painkiller, and this should do the trick."
"Extra tequila coming right up, then." Kara grinned as she started up the machine.
____________
Cassie rested her head in Kara's lap as the second Margarita started to settle in with a strong buzz. "Are you even feeling these? At all?"
"Not yet. I've never been able to get drunk, really. One of the drawbacks of Kryptonian physiology. Doesn't mean I'm not going to try, though. How's the ankle?"
"I'm feeling no pain! I think these Margaritas have magical curing abilities! We're geniuses!"
"Let's not test that out, okay? You want some chips? Don't want you passing out on me. You're really cute when you're tipsy. Less so when you're unconscious."
"Thanks. I'm starving. It's been one hell of a day, Kara."
"I know. I hope I made it a little bit better."
"Oh, totally. You and your magical margarita machine of joy." Cassie smiled as she pushed herself into a sitting position and kissed Kara on the lips. "Hmmm....anyway you could make that thing portable for school tomorrow? I have a feeling I might need one."
"I'll work on it." Kara giggled. "Man, I just hope I didn't miss any of Batman's cameras. If he's watching this..."
"Nah, we totally found all of them last time we searched. I mean, it's not like he's magic or something. Right?"
_______________
Batman watched the scene on one of his seven remaining hidden cameras as Alfred walked up to the computer.
"Spying on the girls again, eh, master Bruce? And what have we discovered this time?"
"Margarita machine."