Homplot Wake Up Post

[thethirdwonder]

Normally, Cassie wasn't one to spend a lot of time in bed. But lately, or really the last two days, it had taken everything she had to get out of bed in the morning. Someone people might have been excited to find out the king of the Greek gods was their father but for Cassie, it just made her miserable. The powers she'd felt she'd earned for her bravery now felt cheapened. It just...it just wasn't fair.

And because she'd spent more time in bed, she knew instantly when she woke up that she wasn't on the island. After the events in the Fire Nation the month before, Cassie woke up quickly and sat up at the ready, wanting to be prepared for wherever she'd found herself. It was with a small sigh of relief when she realized that she was asleep on the couch of Young Justice headquarters. She took a deep breath and made herself float for the first time in years. Even through her depression, she couldn't help a small smile.

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"I think we're screwed either way," Cissie pointed out. "Either they're going to see me here and ask questions or they're going to see us coming out of your room together and ask questions."

"And besides, if you're starving, you can zip out to the kitchen and back without anyone seeing you. You've got your speed back, don't you?"

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"It'd burn nearly as many calories as I ate," Bart said, rolling his eyes. "And maybe I don't want to leave you alone to deal."

He'd known almost the moment he woke and realized where he was that the Speed Force was there, but he wasn't going to do anything with it. Because if prior experience held, he'd need it.

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"You could take me with you," Cissie said. It wasn't as if they hadn't done that sort of thing before, though admittedly not for reasons involving a kitchen run. "Then at least if we get questions, we can act like we've been in the kitchen the whole time and maybe avoid questions that way."

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

Bart hesitated, looking at her. Explaining the things he couldn't do with an ordinary person along for the ride was something he tried to avoid. Because it was bordering on insulting to say that he couldn't protect them, and someone like Kon or Cassie didn't need that same protection.

"I can't run fast enough to avoid notice when carrying someone. Well, not the same way. It's just that my aura protects me, but doesn't extend like Kon's tactile telekinesis," he explained. Then groaned. "And you are never mentioning that I used that in an explanation."

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"Oh please," Cissie snorted. "You think I want to get him started about that again? I think I could recite his speech in my sleep at this point."

She really didn't want to leave the room at all, but they had to at some point and if he couldn't carry her unnoticed then there was nothing for it but to hope the questions would be more of 'what's going on' rather than 'why are the two of you walking out of Bart's room?'.

She sighed and started to sit up. "So I guess we have to walk out and hope they're all sleeping or something?"

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"God, I hope so. I can at least take a look out and see. Before asking you to feed us to the wolves," Bart said, running a hand through his hair. He grimaced as he hit a tangle. "Okay, breakfast and a shower. If the world hasn't ended by then."

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"If being the key word," Cissie grumbled quietly, untangling herself from the sheets and standing up. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying not to freak out too much. If nothing else, Bart was here and if it was really a dream or something, at least they were there together.

"Yeah, breakfast and shower sound really good right now."

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

Bart opened the door, checking both directions for anyone.

"Well, the coast is clear," he said, stepping back with an 'after you' gesture. "So on to food?"

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Cissie let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and ventured out of his room. "Food."

She grinned at him and elbowed him playfully. "I hope there's enough," she teased. "I mean, a poptart will be okay for me, but I know you'll need at least a box to start with."