Timestamp meme time again

[lady_sarai]

Okay, why not? I'm bored-ish.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Fics archived here and any I've written at comment_fic are fair game. Here's hoping notifications are working again.

Comments

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Hee! <3

How about one week after http://jbbs.speed-force.net/sothisischristmas.php

Yes plz? :D

Feel free to make a request of me, too. I'll get to it as soon as I bang out the rest of this b-day fic. :D

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Conveniently, one week after Christmas Eve is another holiday! ;)

*

Cissie woke to the feeling of fingers running through her hair and light kisses pressed to her forehead, temple and nose. "Wake up, sleeping beauty."

She smiled, groggy and half asleep, and snuggled closer to Tim. "Mmm."

Tim pressed his lips to hers and whispered, "Happy New Year, Ciss."

Cissie's eyes flew open and she pulled back to look at the television on the other end of her bedroom at Elias. "What? Did I miss it? You let me sleep through the ball drop?"

Tim pushed her hair back out of her face and smiled sheepishly. "Well. You're adorable when you're sleeping. I couldn't bear to wake you."

Cissie frowned deeply and squinted at her alarm clock. "It's after one!"

He flushed slightly and shrugged a shoulder, using the remote to turn the television off. "It's possible I might have dozed off for a little while, too."

She looked at him for a minute, letting that sink into her sleep-fuzzy brain and then laughed. "Oh, we are pathetic, aren't we?"

Tim smiled and kissed her nose again. "I wouldn't necessarily say pathetic. Just--on really strong painkillers. How's your leg?"

Cissie shrugged. "Okay. I don't think I need any more pills yet." She made a face, realizing how she had fallen asleep on him. "Am I hurting you? What about your ribs, are you hurting?"

He shook his head and pulled her down to lie against him again, helping her settle in comfortably. "I'm fine, Ciss. I'm just sorry we missed the big moment."

"We'll have our own big moment, then." She snuggled close to him happily and shrugged. "I have to say--I hate that you're hurt, and I hate that I still have five weeks of this cast, but... it's really nice, not having to share you with the rest of the Titans this weekend. Especially tonight." Cissie lifted her head to smile at him. "Happy New Year, Tim."

"It is nice," he agreed, returning the smile. He leaned in and gave her a deep, sound kiss. "Happy New Year, Cissie. I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, and curled back up against him, closing her eyes and letting his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest lull her back to sleep.

*

And oh, right, request. ;) Uuuuuum, well, since it was predicted and I wouldn't want to disappoint you--how about 4 months after said TOTALLY AWESOME b-day fic? 0:)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Awww...they're so sweet. I love this. :D

Thanks! And I think I can manage that. ;)

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Ciss. I came over as soon as I got your e-mail." Tim bent down and quickly kissed her. "What's up?"

"I need someone's help to make sure I'm not crazy, and I don't want to bug Roy or Lian." Cissie said nervously. "Can you hold onto my left arm, right below the shoulder?"

"Gotcha." Tim gently took hold of Cissie's bicep and waited a second. Suddenly, he felt a faint twitch under his grip, and his hand jumped. "Whoa. Was that - ?"

"You felt it too?" Cissie grinned. "I thought so! The last few days, I've been able to flex the muscle a tiny bit. Just enough to twitch it a little. I mean, it's not much, and I still can't move my arms or anything, but it's something, especially since the doctors told me I'd never move anything below my shoulders again. Only problem is, I've been trying to do it a lot, and it's killing my shoulder."

"This is great, Ciss." Tim smiled as he gently rubbed her shoulder. "If you're getting that muscle back, you can work it in therapy, and we'll see where it leads."

"Speaking of things that are changing...I've kinda been thinking about going back to school. Real school. Oracle's been tutoring me over the computer, helping me keep up, but I don't know if I want to spend my junior and senior year at home."

"Really? That's great! You think you're up to it?"

"I don't know. That's the problem." Cissie sighed. "Going back to Elias, hanging out with Cassie and Greta...it sounds like a lot of fun. But it's also really scary. I feel safe here. What if I can't handle it?" Cissie looked down at her hands. "Annoying part of being a quadriplegic #12,879 - I can't bite my nails when I'm freaking out."

"It's up to you. I mean, a lot of people with an injury like yours do go back to school, but if you feel more comfortable with home-schooling, I'm sure Oracle could continue what she's doing." Tim stroked Cissie's hair. "Did you talk to Roy about this?"

"Yeah. He's all for it. He really wants me to get back to a normal life as much as possible. And he's great at helping me with stuff, but he's a little too encouraging at times. I'm just not sure."

"Well, school doesn't start for two more months, right?" Tim smiled. "You've got plenty of time to think about it. I know Cassie and Greta would love to have you back."

"You're totally not neutral on this, are you, Tim?" Cissie cocked an eyebrow.

"Well...not really, no. I'm not going to go all over-enthusiastic like Roy, but I know you loved going to school with your friends, and I want you to have that again."

"Well...I'll think about it, okay? But you are making it sound pretty good." Cissie's eyes fell on a bag that Tim had been carrying. "Ooh. Did you bring me treats from the outside world?"

"All your favorites. Fried shrimp from the local fish market, Sushi from Tokyo Chef, and some Godiva truffles. I've got to make sure you eat, right?"

"Thanks." Cissie blushed. "Eating's still kind of hard for me. I hate not being able to feed myself. It feels like everyone's staring."

"Well, there's no one here but you and me. Nothing to be embarrassed of. Just me taking care of the girl I love."

Tim placed one of the shrimp on a fork and placed it in front of Cissie's mouth. She reached her head forward and took it, savoring the taste.

"Thanks, Tim. For everything."

"Always, Ciss. Always."

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Aww, I love this! They're so good together. And yay, she's making progress!! (Also, oh, now I want fried shrimp!) ♥ Thank you!!

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Yep, both physical and especially emotional progress! :D

I wanted to keep Tim's prospective miracle cure with Tony somewhere in the vague future and let this play out naturally, have her try to reclaim her life with Tim's help. It's more interesting that way. They're both really strong, and I love them together.

Feel free to show this to Katt or Zoe, because I know they like the verse. I'll keep this one in my files and post it once I've amassed a couple of ficlets from this verse, so as not to spam the comm. ;)

[xenokattz.livejournal.com]

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *dances*

I like your idea of making the miracle cure in the vague future. Like Babs' injury, there are a lot of real events that should be included in a story like this.

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you liked it!

I totally agree. I want to explore the real issues here, even if this is a fantasy world and there's options there won't be in our world.

I don't really plot out my verses too concretely, but I have a couple of vague plot points in mind for whenever our mutual enabler/encourager gives me cause to continue it. :p I'll make sure to link you if I do. :)

I know she's going to dabble in Oracle-like activities for the Teen Titans. She loved being Red Arrow(her TT codename in this verse) and working with her friends, and she isn't going to let that end now.