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thethirdwonder) wrote2013-04-03 01:09 am
thethirdwonder) wrote2013-04-03 01:09 am
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Back in New York, Kon needs an ice skating teacher desperately. Cassie is willing to help. During a hot coco break, she does the best friend thing and grills him about his love life. Or lack there of.
There were few things better than seeing a pond full of people out skating. Of course, most of the people were ghost-people, but there were real people out there, too. In fact, it was one person in particular that made him get a pair of skates so that he could head out on the ice, too.
He managed to make it to the actual ice, but, once there, he fell flat on his ass. He tried a few more times to get to his feet and ended up falling each time. He was kind of glad that he wasn't going to have to explain these bruises to someone. He couldn't imagine having to tell someone just why he had bruises all over his ass. Even if it was a legitimate reason.
"Cassie!" he finally called. Maybe she'd seen him by now and was avoiding him because of pity or else she just hadn't seen him yet. He hoped it was the latter because he was definitely going to need a hand up. He just hoped that he could take that hand without bringing her crashing down along with him. Well, only time would tell and that time would be soon if she'd heard him.
“Cassie, I think I need a little help up.”
Cassie had in fact seen him and had been skating over to say hello. When he fell on his ass, she had to stop so she could bend over laughing. When she could breath again, she called out breathlessly, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your horses.” She skated over and around him before coming to a halt in front of him. “Need a hand?” She asked amid a fresh batch of giggles. It was amusing to see the ever perfect Super Boy on his ass.
Kon glared at her. It wasn’t her fault that she kept seeing him like this, but it also wasn’t something he had to like. He still wanted her, wanted all of them, to see him as the person he used to be, even if he was older and wiser now. He looked at her hand and had half a mind to refuse it, but refusing it would have likely meant crawling on his hands and knees until he got someplace he could stand.
He sighed as he took her hand and used the help to get until he was standing. He didn’t dare try to move.
“Thanks.”
If Cassie knew what Kon was thinking, she’d have hit him. Him falling on the ice in no way made him any less Super Boy then he had powers back home. She pulled him up and helped steady him until he had his feet under him. “Alright now? You have been ice skating before, haven’t you?”
“Not a lot of chances in Hawaii to go ice skating. Or in Metropolis.” He shrugged. He might have been once or twice on the island, but he hadn’t been very good then, either. “So what are you doing here? Other than skating, I mean. There’s an entire city to go explore and when was the last time we could say that?”
He could spend an entire year in the city and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Ice skating. What does it look like?” Cassie said with an amused smile. “Not exactly a lot of chances to do it on the island either so I thought I would take advantage.” Then she gave him a knowing look. “The question is, what are you doing here? Ice skating is definitely not your thing.”
“I wasn’t planning on coming out onto the ice until I saw you out here. I didn’t think I’d fall on my ass quite so quickly. Should have known.” He ever so carefully pushed one of his feet to the side to get a wider and hopefully more stable stance and then brushed at the slight dampness on said ass.
“I forgot how cold it could get out here. I’m so used to the beach-like warmth. Just as a warning? Don’t go outside with wet hair. Mine froze the other day when I was coming back from swimming class.” He didn’t care to repeat the process and so if he left with wet hair, he also wore a hat.
As Kon carefully placed his feet, Cassie immediately reached out and offered her arm for support. If it so happened to make it easier to grab him if he fell again, so be it. She also adjusted her own stance to compensate, just in case.
But she did pat it like a small child. “Oh Kon. Anyone could have told you that. It’s called common sense.” She teased lightly, “But then, I guess spending your whole life in Hawaii wouldn’t teach you that. Mom worked in plenty of places that got cold so I got used to it.”
“That and I spent most of my time in California at the Tower when I wasn’t in Hawaii or in Smallville.” He grabbed a hold of her arm after she was done patting him - he was not a child, no matter how old his physical age was - and relaxed once he had that steady grip. “I have common sense. It’s just a very different kind of common sense.”
He stuck out his tongue at her.
“So are you going to teach me how to do this thing or help me get back to solid ground?”
“I know for a fact Smallville gets snow.” Cassie pointed out as she held onto him and compensated for his weight. But she left it at that.
“The key to ice skating is not to pick your feet up.” She said, using her hands to make a sliding motion. She made sure he was standing alright before letting him go to demonstrate. “Just let yourself slide.”
“And do you remember the part where I spent weekends in California? Which doesn’t get a lot of snow.” He wasn’t exactly going to tell her that he didn’t really have friends in Smallville and so didn’t do the stuff the other kids did during the week after school. He usually just went home and avoided his homework and checked to see if there were any disasters he could thwart in the area. Or headed to go bother one of them. It wasn’t like he’d been in Smallville long, after all. He’d spent more time in either Hawaii or Metropolis.
“So you avoided snow all together. Well, at least you get to enjoy it on the island. Now come on, give it a try!” Cassie skated a few steps away and then turned with her hands outstretched, motioning for him to skate towards her.
“You know I’m much heavier than your average six year old who you’d be teaching this to, right?” Kon warned her. They were both likely to fall and hurt themselves, but at least they’d have fun while doing it. He inched one of his feet forward, not daring to lift it from the ground. The problem he was having was that his foot was moving faster than he’d thought it would. Damn lack of friction.
“I’m also not your average ice skating teacher so I think I will manage.” Cassie said in reply as she kept her arms outstretched towards him. If they fell, oh well. It was half the fun of learning how to ice skate. “Come, you’re doing great!”
“No, no I’m really not.” There was a little too much real in that statement. He was doing okay, but getting to the point where he was ready to date again and then come up with a valid date only to be refused...well, that kind of sucked. But he was pretty sure the last person he was going to tell his romantic woes to was Cassie. After all, she was a part of those romantic woes, even if it had been a while ago.
When Kon finally made it to her, Cassie grinned and kissed his cheek as a reward. “See? You made it!” Then she squeezed his hands and pulled him after her to the side of the rink. “Now come on, I think it’s time to celebrate with some hot chocolate and catching up.”
“Yes, mom.” Maybe not. She had, after all, been his girlfriend and there was no way that she was the ‘mom’ type even if that specific word had no real association for him. ‘Father’ did, but not ‘mother’. Not ‘mom’. The closest he’d had was Ma Kent and, in a lot of ways, she was almost more like a grandmother. Not that he would ever in a million years call her that to her face or to anyone. Clark had long ears.
“Hot chocolate does sound good.” He was a little wary of the catching up part.
The mom got him a hard smack on the arm as Cassie directed him to where they could temporarily leave the ice and get some hot chocolate. Once they were settled on a nearby bench, she elbowed Kon gently. “So? What’s up with you? Got an prospects for New Years?” She was so happy with Sam, and Cissie and Bart had each other, that she sometimes felt guilty that Kon didn’t seem to have anyone. If she could, she wanted to help.
Oh, this was not a conversation he wanted to have with her. They were friends, sure, and once he might have been able to tell her about his dating conquests - or failures - and not worry about it, but now? Now there was history. But now that she’d asked the question, he just knew he wasn’t going to be able to get away with the answer he wanted to give her. Still, he was going to try. “A few,” he said with a shrug. It was an utter lie.
“What happened with that blond girl I saw you with a while ago? The one who was friends with Bay?” Cassie had been meaning to ask but had never found the time. No time like the present. “What happened with that?”
“We were never dating,” Kon said with a shrug. Well, technically it was the truth. He tried for a grin and it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Come on. You know me and blondes, right? I can’t get enough of you.” He winked at her.
Anyone else might have taken that answer but Cassie knew better. “Sure looked like dating to me! You guys didn’t fight or anything, did you?” But the wink did earn him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe this is a sign that in this case, blondes don’t have more fun with you.”
Kon laughed a little weakly. “Just because I dated you, everyone thinks I have a thing for blondes. No one seems to remember that my first girlfriend was most decidedly not a blonde.” And she’d only been his second. But then, most of his best friends had been blondes. Best friends of the female variety at least.
“You do tend to find yourself in the company of blondes quite often. Look at me, Cissie, Kara...the girl who is friends with Bay. What’s her name anyway?” Subtle Cassie was not.
Kon shot her a Look (tm). "I should have known there was a very specific question in there somewhere. And it's not like I can really help it with Kara. She's related. And look at Tana, at Dairine and Nita and Alexis and Abby and all the other girls I've known. So I find myself in the company of not-blondes as much if not more often than blondes. If you've got a point that isn't 'I know blondes', why don't you make it?"
Cassie rolled her eyes. “I just asked you but you got stuck on hair color. The girl who is friends with Bay. What’s her name and why are you not dating her like we thought you were? Hera, when did you become so whiny?”
There were few things better than seeing a pond full of people out skating. Of course, most of the people were ghost-people, but there were real people out there, too. In fact, it was one person in particular that made him get a pair of skates so that he could head out on the ice, too.
He managed to make it to the actual ice, but, once there, he fell flat on his ass. He tried a few more times to get to his feet and ended up falling each time. He was kind of glad that he wasn't going to have to explain these bruises to someone. He couldn't imagine having to tell someone just why he had bruises all over his ass. Even if it was a legitimate reason.
"Cassie!" he finally called. Maybe she'd seen him by now and was avoiding him because of pity or else she just hadn't seen him yet. He hoped it was the latter because he was definitely going to need a hand up. He just hoped that he could take that hand without bringing her crashing down along with him. Well, only time would tell and that time would be soon if she'd heard him.
“Cassie, I think I need a little help up.”
Cassie had in fact seen him and had been skating over to say hello. When he fell on his ass, she had to stop so she could bend over laughing. When she could breath again, she called out breathlessly, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your horses.” She skated over and around him before coming to a halt in front of him. “Need a hand?” She asked amid a fresh batch of giggles. It was amusing to see the ever perfect Super Boy on his ass.
Kon glared at her. It wasn’t her fault that she kept seeing him like this, but it also wasn’t something he had to like. He still wanted her, wanted all of them, to see him as the person he used to be, even if he was older and wiser now. He looked at her hand and had half a mind to refuse it, but refusing it would have likely meant crawling on his hands and knees until he got someplace he could stand.
He sighed as he took her hand and used the help to get until he was standing. He didn’t dare try to move.
“Thanks.”
If Cassie knew what Kon was thinking, she’d have hit him. Him falling on the ice in no way made him any less Super Boy then he had powers back home. She pulled him up and helped steady him until he had his feet under him. “Alright now? You have been ice skating before, haven’t you?”
“Not a lot of chances in Hawaii to go ice skating. Or in Metropolis.” He shrugged. He might have been once or twice on the island, but he hadn’t been very good then, either. “So what are you doing here? Other than skating, I mean. There’s an entire city to go explore and when was the last time we could say that?”
He could spend an entire year in the city and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Ice skating. What does it look like?” Cassie said with an amused smile. “Not exactly a lot of chances to do it on the island either so I thought I would take advantage.” Then she gave him a knowing look. “The question is, what are you doing here? Ice skating is definitely not your thing.”
“I wasn’t planning on coming out onto the ice until I saw you out here. I didn’t think I’d fall on my ass quite so quickly. Should have known.” He ever so carefully pushed one of his feet to the side to get a wider and hopefully more stable stance and then brushed at the slight dampness on said ass.
“I forgot how cold it could get out here. I’m so used to the beach-like warmth. Just as a warning? Don’t go outside with wet hair. Mine froze the other day when I was coming back from swimming class.” He didn’t care to repeat the process and so if he left with wet hair, he also wore a hat.
As Kon carefully placed his feet, Cassie immediately reached out and offered her arm for support. If it so happened to make it easier to grab him if he fell again, so be it. She also adjusted her own stance to compensate, just in case.
But she did pat it like a small child. “Oh Kon. Anyone could have told you that. It’s called common sense.” She teased lightly, “But then, I guess spending your whole life in Hawaii wouldn’t teach you that. Mom worked in plenty of places that got cold so I got used to it.”
“That and I spent most of my time in California at the Tower when I wasn’t in Hawaii or in Smallville.” He grabbed a hold of her arm after she was done patting him - he was not a child, no matter how old his physical age was - and relaxed once he had that steady grip. “I have common sense. It’s just a very different kind of common sense.”
He stuck out his tongue at her.
“So are you going to teach me how to do this thing or help me get back to solid ground?”
“I know for a fact Smallville gets snow.” Cassie pointed out as she held onto him and compensated for his weight. But she left it at that.
“The key to ice skating is not to pick your feet up.” She said, using her hands to make a sliding motion. She made sure he was standing alright before letting him go to demonstrate. “Just let yourself slide.”
“And do you remember the part where I spent weekends in California? Which doesn’t get a lot of snow.” He wasn’t exactly going to tell her that he didn’t really have friends in Smallville and so didn’t do the stuff the other kids did during the week after school. He usually just went home and avoided his homework and checked to see if there were any disasters he could thwart in the area. Or headed to go bother one of them. It wasn’t like he’d been in Smallville long, after all. He’d spent more time in either Hawaii or Metropolis.
“So you avoided snow all together. Well, at least you get to enjoy it on the island. Now come on, give it a try!” Cassie skated a few steps away and then turned with her hands outstretched, motioning for him to skate towards her.
“You know I’m much heavier than your average six year old who you’d be teaching this to, right?” Kon warned her. They were both likely to fall and hurt themselves, but at least they’d have fun while doing it. He inched one of his feet forward, not daring to lift it from the ground. The problem he was having was that his foot was moving faster than he’d thought it would. Damn lack of friction.
“I’m also not your average ice skating teacher so I think I will manage.” Cassie said in reply as she kept her arms outstretched towards him. If they fell, oh well. It was half the fun of learning how to ice skate. “Come, you’re doing great!”
“No, no I’m really not.” There was a little too much real in that statement. He was doing okay, but getting to the point where he was ready to date again and then come up with a valid date only to be refused...well, that kind of sucked. But he was pretty sure the last person he was going to tell his romantic woes to was Cassie. After all, she was a part of those romantic woes, even if it had been a while ago.
When Kon finally made it to her, Cassie grinned and kissed his cheek as a reward. “See? You made it!” Then she squeezed his hands and pulled him after her to the side of the rink. “Now come on, I think it’s time to celebrate with some hot chocolate and catching up.”
“Yes, mom.” Maybe not. She had, after all, been his girlfriend and there was no way that she was the ‘mom’ type even if that specific word had no real association for him. ‘Father’ did, but not ‘mother’. Not ‘mom’. The closest he’d had was Ma Kent and, in a lot of ways, she was almost more like a grandmother. Not that he would ever in a million years call her that to her face or to anyone. Clark had long ears.
“Hot chocolate does sound good.” He was a little wary of the catching up part.
The mom got him a hard smack on the arm as Cassie directed him to where they could temporarily leave the ice and get some hot chocolate. Once they were settled on a nearby bench, she elbowed Kon gently. “So? What’s up with you? Got an prospects for New Years?” She was so happy with Sam, and Cissie and Bart had each other, that she sometimes felt guilty that Kon didn’t seem to have anyone. If she could, she wanted to help.
Oh, this was not a conversation he wanted to have with her. They were friends, sure, and once he might have been able to tell her about his dating conquests - or failures - and not worry about it, but now? Now there was history. But now that she’d asked the question, he just knew he wasn’t going to be able to get away with the answer he wanted to give her. Still, he was going to try. “A few,” he said with a shrug. It was an utter lie.
“What happened with that blond girl I saw you with a while ago? The one who was friends with Bay?” Cassie had been meaning to ask but had never found the time. No time like the present. “What happened with that?”
“We were never dating,” Kon said with a shrug. Well, technically it was the truth. He tried for a grin and it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Come on. You know me and blondes, right? I can’t get enough of you.” He winked at her.
Anyone else might have taken that answer but Cassie knew better. “Sure looked like dating to me! You guys didn’t fight or anything, did you?” But the wink did earn him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe this is a sign that in this case, blondes don’t have more fun with you.”
Kon laughed a little weakly. “Just because I dated you, everyone thinks I have a thing for blondes. No one seems to remember that my first girlfriend was most decidedly not a blonde.” And she’d only been his second. But then, most of his best friends had been blondes. Best friends of the female variety at least.
“You do tend to find yourself in the company of blondes quite often. Look at me, Cissie, Kara...the girl who is friends with Bay. What’s her name anyway?” Subtle Cassie was not.
Kon shot her a Look (tm). "I should have known there was a very specific question in there somewhere. And it's not like I can really help it with Kara. She's related. And look at Tana, at Dairine and Nita and Alexis and Abby and all the other girls I've known. So I find myself in the company of not-blondes as much if not more often than blondes. If you've got a point that isn't 'I know blondes', why don't you make it?"
Cassie rolled her eyes. “I just asked you but you got stuck on hair color. The girl who is friends with Bay. What’s her name and why are you not dating her like we thought you were? Hera, when did you become so whiny?”