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gothams3rdrobin) wrote2005-03-29 09:23 pm
gothams3rdrobin) wrote2005-03-29 09:23 pm
Untitled Tim/Cass fic part three
My cellphone beeped at the pre-arranged time the next morning, and I stretched, amazed at how tense I felt. Then I heard Cass shifting in the other bed, which was incredibly close to my own, and I remembered why.
I looked over my shoulder at her, “You want to take the first shower?”
“Ok,” she shrugged the bedclothes off, and headed for the bathroom. I lay back on the bed for a little while longer, and wondered what the others would say if they knew the sleeping arrangements. Dick would be grinning wickedly, Babs would be amused yet tell me to be a gentleman, and Alfred would sniff in disapproval but say nothing. And I’m sure his eyes would be twinkling the whole time.
Bruce…would have a fit.
Once we were both showered and dressed, we met up with Ives and Callie in the dining room, where a breakfast buffet was being laid on. Helping ourselves to bacon and eggs, and some orange juice, we looked at the convention schedule and discussed what we wanted to do.
Cassie wanted to see all the former Doctors who were scheduled to give talks, and one or two of the companions. Ives wanted to go to the Writer's panel, and Callie pretty much wanted to see everything.
I was quite happy seeing the actors and the showings of various classic episodes.
By lunchtime, we'd seen one of the Doctors, a companion, and a former Cyberman.
As we'd been sat in the same spot in the main hall for about three hours, we decided to stretch our legs, and walked to the McDonalds restaurant five minutes down the road.
"So what did you want to do next?" Ives asked, "I'm planning to go to the writer's panel.”
I looked at Cass, who shrugged, "Well, I don't particularly want to listen to that," I admitted, checking the schedule, "And there's not an episode I want to watch till later. Want to look around the Dealer's Room, Cass?"
She nodded, sipping on her cola, "Want a TARDIS."
"Don't forget I want to see Paul McGann at three." Callie warned Ives, who rolled his eyes.
Cass squealed slightly, "Big Paul McGann fan." she nodded her head vigorously. Callie beamed, and the two of them began to babble like true fangirls, finally bonding over a shared interest. Ives and I shared amused looks over our fries, and talked about the production values on the series.
Cass was like a child in a candy store in the Dealers Room, looking at everything available. I bought the two of us t-shirts with the TARDIS on them, and Cass bought a ten-by-eight photo of Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor.
Eventually, she found what she really wanted; a model TARDIS, about twelve inches high. I couldn't help but smile at the excitement on her face - it was a rare treat to see her so relaxed and happy, and I was enjoying being a part of that.
Unable to resist, I sneaked off for a moment, and came back with a nine-inch Paul McGann figure to go with her TARDIS. Cass flung her arms around me in delight, and I hugged back, amused at getting such a reaction from a former assassin!
We joined Ives and Callie in the main hall, laden with our purchases, and watched 'Delta And The Bannermen'. I overheard one of the other attendees commenting to a friend that the holiday camp used in the filming was situated in her home town, but the chalets were unfortunately bulldozed in favour of a housing development, and the main complex had also been closed for several years.
Then came the guest Cass and Callie were waiting for. McGann came on to rapturous applause, and much screaming from the massive female contingent in the audience. Having only done the movie, he didn't have too many Who-related things to talk about, but there were still plenty of questions about his films, his television dramas - which sounded like they would probably be shown on the Hallmark Channel back home - and his brothers; the McGann’s are allegedly a very prolific acting/singing family in the UK.
Afterwards, we once more left for something to eat, the girls chattering incessantly about McGann’s talk. Ives tried to interject with some witty comment or other, which was soon shot down by a word from Callie or a look from Cass. I kept my mouth shut, knowing better.
Both Cass and I were looking forward to that night’s disco, as we’d had fun learning the steps the night before, and all the attendees would be there this time. That would make for an even better atmosphere.
We both changed into our new TARDIS t-shirts, and headed to the main hall, where Ives and Callie were already up dancing. Cass grabbed my hand and pulled me to join them.
This time she had the dances just about down cold. I was very impressed, and tried my best to follow her lead. The indulgent smile she gave me suggested that, while I wasn’t coping brilliantly, I wasn’t doing too badly.
After a while, the original version of ‘It’s Raining Men’ came on, and Ives dragged me away to get some drinks, claiming this one was ‘for the girls’.
“She’s sweet on you, y’know.” He observed, once we were in the quiet of the bar area.
“Cassie?” I stared at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, man.”
“Oh yes I do!” he laughed, “She’s looking at you in just the same way Ari used to. And so are you.” He added for good measure.
I nearly spilled the drink I was carrying, “What? What gave you that idea?” My mind was racing, unable to take in what he was saying.
“I’ve been watching you all day, Tim. You like her too.” Ives stated, looking at me like I was stupid. I sighed.
“But this is a great situation!” Ives enthused, “We’re both with people we like, and we have hotel rooms to ourselves!”
“You cannot be serious!” I spluttered, somewhat embarrassed. “If I even thought about making the moves on Cassandra she’d break me in half!” And he has no idea just how true that could be.
Ives gave me a knowing look. “I’m telling you man, she’s sweet on you. Watch her if you don’t believe me.”
I really hate it when people put ideas in my head that change my perception of the people around me. It’s usually Bruce that’s the culprit of that, for some strange test or other. I couldn’t help but look closely at Cass when she smiled at us in greeting, and she and Callie came to join us at the table.
Cass sat very close to me – so close I could almost have put my arm around her. And she smiled at me a lot, much more than she does when we’re training in the Batcave, or having snacks in the Manor’s kitchen.
“Having fun?” I asked, having to speak over the loud music. She nodded vigorously,
“Learning dances well,” she reported happily, “And today was fun. Thank you for bringing me.” She looked at me earnestly
I chuckled, “You are more than welcome. It’s nice to spend some time just hanging out with you. We don’t do that enough.”
She blushed, “No, we don’t…” she murmured. On an impulse, I squeezed her shoulder gently. She blinked at me in surprise, then smiled softly and leaned in closer, reaching for her drink. I did the same, and caught Ives grinning at me with that insufferable knowing smile.
“Oooh Cass – look!” Callie squealed, pointing, “There’s Sylv!”
We turned to look where she was pointing, and saw Sylvester McCoy standing near a table, talking to some of his fans.
“And he has his spoons in his back pocket,” Ives observed, “I’m never sure if that’s a good thing…”
Cass frowned, “Spoons?”
“They can be used as a musical instrument,” I smiled at her, “If you hold them together just so, and hit them against your hand or your leg.”
She nodded, and stared at them curiously. Then a mischievous look came in her eyes…
“Cass…” I put on my Robin voice, which only served to make her giggle. Ives got an even more wicked look on his face,
“Cassandra, I dare you to steal Sylvester’s spoons!”
“Ives!” I cried in alarm, “You trying to get us kicked out?” But Cass was already gone. I buried my face in my hands, but Ives and Callie stared in fascination.
She quickly returned to her seat, and proudly showed us the spoons she had successfully pick pocketed from the actor’s trousers. As embarrassed as I was, I still couldn’t help a small smile of congratulation.
“Ok, now go give them back.” I told her. She grinned at me, and strode back over to the actor, and offered him back his spoons. He started in amazement to realise what she’d done, but thankfully he was a good-humoured old man, and saw the joke. They struck up a brief conversation, and soon he was teaching Cass how to play the spoons! I roared with laughter at the sight.
After a couple of hours, Ives and Callie pleaded tiredness and headed back to their room. While they did look tired, I was also now aware of an ulterior motive for Ives getting Callie alone. Being night-owls used to having little sleep, Cass and I were still wide awake and ready for action. We stayed at the disco right till it finished at two AM, dancing to whatever was played. I wondered if it was worth noticing that Cass was now dancing much closer to me than when the others were present.
Damn that Sebastian Ives and his insinuations.
I looked over my shoulder at her, “You want to take the first shower?”
“Ok,” she shrugged the bedclothes off, and headed for the bathroom. I lay back on the bed for a little while longer, and wondered what the others would say if they knew the sleeping arrangements. Dick would be grinning wickedly, Babs would be amused yet tell me to be a gentleman, and Alfred would sniff in disapproval but say nothing. And I’m sure his eyes would be twinkling the whole time.
Bruce…would have a fit.
Once we were both showered and dressed, we met up with Ives and Callie in the dining room, where a breakfast buffet was being laid on. Helping ourselves to bacon and eggs, and some orange juice, we looked at the convention schedule and discussed what we wanted to do.
Cassie wanted to see all the former Doctors who were scheduled to give talks, and one or two of the companions. Ives wanted to go to the Writer's panel, and Callie pretty much wanted to see everything.
I was quite happy seeing the actors and the showings of various classic episodes.
By lunchtime, we'd seen one of the Doctors, a companion, and a former Cyberman.
As we'd been sat in the same spot in the main hall for about three hours, we decided to stretch our legs, and walked to the McDonalds restaurant five minutes down the road.
"So what did you want to do next?" Ives asked, "I'm planning to go to the writer's panel.”
I looked at Cass, who shrugged, "Well, I don't particularly want to listen to that," I admitted, checking the schedule, "And there's not an episode I want to watch till later. Want to look around the Dealer's Room, Cass?"
She nodded, sipping on her cola, "Want a TARDIS."
"Don't forget I want to see Paul McGann at three." Callie warned Ives, who rolled his eyes.
Cass squealed slightly, "Big Paul McGann fan." she nodded her head vigorously. Callie beamed, and the two of them began to babble like true fangirls, finally bonding over a shared interest. Ives and I shared amused looks over our fries, and talked about the production values on the series.
Cass was like a child in a candy store in the Dealers Room, looking at everything available. I bought the two of us t-shirts with the TARDIS on them, and Cass bought a ten-by-eight photo of Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor.
Eventually, she found what she really wanted; a model TARDIS, about twelve inches high. I couldn't help but smile at the excitement on her face - it was a rare treat to see her so relaxed and happy, and I was enjoying being a part of that.
Unable to resist, I sneaked off for a moment, and came back with a nine-inch Paul McGann figure to go with her TARDIS. Cass flung her arms around me in delight, and I hugged back, amused at getting such a reaction from a former assassin!
We joined Ives and Callie in the main hall, laden with our purchases, and watched 'Delta And The Bannermen'. I overheard one of the other attendees commenting to a friend that the holiday camp used in the filming was situated in her home town, but the chalets were unfortunately bulldozed in favour of a housing development, and the main complex had also been closed for several years.
Then came the guest Cass and Callie were waiting for. McGann came on to rapturous applause, and much screaming from the massive female contingent in the audience. Having only done the movie, he didn't have too many Who-related things to talk about, but there were still plenty of questions about his films, his television dramas - which sounded like they would probably be shown on the Hallmark Channel back home - and his brothers; the McGann’s are allegedly a very prolific acting/singing family in the UK.
Afterwards, we once more left for something to eat, the girls chattering incessantly about McGann’s talk. Ives tried to interject with some witty comment or other, which was soon shot down by a word from Callie or a look from Cass. I kept my mouth shut, knowing better.
Both Cass and I were looking forward to that night’s disco, as we’d had fun learning the steps the night before, and all the attendees would be there this time. That would make for an even better atmosphere.
We both changed into our new TARDIS t-shirts, and headed to the main hall, where Ives and Callie were already up dancing. Cass grabbed my hand and pulled me to join them.
This time she had the dances just about down cold. I was very impressed, and tried my best to follow her lead. The indulgent smile she gave me suggested that, while I wasn’t coping brilliantly, I wasn’t doing too badly.
After a while, the original version of ‘It’s Raining Men’ came on, and Ives dragged me away to get some drinks, claiming this one was ‘for the girls’.
“She’s sweet on you, y’know.” He observed, once we were in the quiet of the bar area.
“Cassie?” I stared at him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, man.”
“Oh yes I do!” he laughed, “She’s looking at you in just the same way Ari used to. And so are you.” He added for good measure.
I nearly spilled the drink I was carrying, “What? What gave you that idea?” My mind was racing, unable to take in what he was saying.
“I’ve been watching you all day, Tim. You like her too.” Ives stated, looking at me like I was stupid. I sighed.
“But this is a great situation!” Ives enthused, “We’re both with people we like, and we have hotel rooms to ourselves!”
“You cannot be serious!” I spluttered, somewhat embarrassed. “If I even thought about making the moves on Cassandra she’d break me in half!” And he has no idea just how true that could be.
Ives gave me a knowing look. “I’m telling you man, she’s sweet on you. Watch her if you don’t believe me.”
I really hate it when people put ideas in my head that change my perception of the people around me. It’s usually Bruce that’s the culprit of that, for some strange test or other. I couldn’t help but look closely at Cass when she smiled at us in greeting, and she and Callie came to join us at the table.
Cass sat very close to me – so close I could almost have put my arm around her. And she smiled at me a lot, much more than she does when we’re training in the Batcave, or having snacks in the Manor’s kitchen.
“Having fun?” I asked, having to speak over the loud music. She nodded vigorously,
“Learning dances well,” she reported happily, “And today was fun. Thank you for bringing me.” She looked at me earnestly
I chuckled, “You are more than welcome. It’s nice to spend some time just hanging out with you. We don’t do that enough.”
She blushed, “No, we don’t…” she murmured. On an impulse, I squeezed her shoulder gently. She blinked at me in surprise, then smiled softly and leaned in closer, reaching for her drink. I did the same, and caught Ives grinning at me with that insufferable knowing smile.
“Oooh Cass – look!” Callie squealed, pointing, “There’s Sylv!”
We turned to look where she was pointing, and saw Sylvester McCoy standing near a table, talking to some of his fans.
“And he has his spoons in his back pocket,” Ives observed, “I’m never sure if that’s a good thing…”
Cass frowned, “Spoons?”
“They can be used as a musical instrument,” I smiled at her, “If you hold them together just so, and hit them against your hand or your leg.”
She nodded, and stared at them curiously. Then a mischievous look came in her eyes…
“Cass…” I put on my Robin voice, which only served to make her giggle. Ives got an even more wicked look on his face,
“Cassandra, I dare you to steal Sylvester’s spoons!”
“Ives!” I cried in alarm, “You trying to get us kicked out?” But Cass was already gone. I buried my face in my hands, but Ives and Callie stared in fascination.
She quickly returned to her seat, and proudly showed us the spoons she had successfully pick pocketed from the actor’s trousers. As embarrassed as I was, I still couldn’t help a small smile of congratulation.
“Ok, now go give them back.” I told her. She grinned at me, and strode back over to the actor, and offered him back his spoons. He started in amazement to realise what she’d done, but thankfully he was a good-humoured old man, and saw the joke. They struck up a brief conversation, and soon he was teaching Cass how to play the spoons! I roared with laughter at the sight.
After a couple of hours, Ives and Callie pleaded tiredness and headed back to their room. While they did look tired, I was also now aware of an ulterior motive for Ives getting Callie alone. Being night-owls used to having little sleep, Cass and I were still wide awake and ready for action. We stayed at the disco right till it finished at two AM, dancing to whatever was played. I wondered if it was worth noticing that Cass was now dancing much closer to me than when the others were present.
Damn that Sebastian Ives and his insinuations.
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But you've got a good point - might be worth my editing it to be clearer to the non-Doctor Who fans....
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Cass stole his spoons!
Oh, that's CUTE.
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