Fic: 12 Years of Christmas 3/12: And on Christmas, You Tell the Truth [DCU: Tim/Cissie]
Title: 12 Years of Christmas, 3/12
Authors: lady_sarai and zoe_chan
Continuity: Follows Young Justice and Teen Titans and main continuity up to the OYL events of Flash 13, then deviates.
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Tim/Cissie.
Rating/Warnings: PGish
Disclaimer: We do not own anything or anyone. We promise.
Summary: Merry Christmas from Beirut!
Part 3 is set during 52, when Tim is traveling the world with Bruce and Dick.
Note: Each of the twelve parts of this fic take place on a different year--they *are* in order, but they are not twelve consecutive years. We skipped over a few. Huge thanks to xenokattz for beta-reading! ♥
Part 1, Part2
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3. Year 3: And on Christmas, You Tell the Truth
Christmas card sent by Tim Drake to Cissie King-Jones:
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An unsent letter from Cissie to Tim:
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The e-mail Cissie did send Tim:
From: cisskabob@hotmail.com
To: urbanmyth_robin3@gmail.com
Subject: Merry Christmas!
Well, here is it, 12:01 am on Christmas Day! I don’t know where you are right now, and I didn’t have any idea where to send a card, but I know you occasionally get to check your email. So. I hope wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, you have a nice Christmas. I know it’s hard. I’m sorry.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a note to say MERRY CHRISTMAS! I miss you, Tim! I loved the last postcard, btw. I’ll talk with you again soon, I hope. Love you!
-Love, Cissie
~*~
Transcript of a phone call:
Cissie: Hello?
Tim: Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas.
Cissie: Tim! Hi!
Tim: Hi, Cissie! How's your Christmas going?
Cissie: [laughs] Merry Christmas to you, too! It's fine, how's yours? Where are you now? Still in Beirut?
Tim: Yeah--until New Year's. And it's going pretty well. Quiet, which meant I had a chance to call!
Cissie: I'm very glad for that! It's great to hear your voice.
Tim: Nice to hear yours, too. What are you up to for the day?
Cissie: Well, I'm going to finish watching the parade, and get dressed and then head over to Anita's. Mom and Ish are cooking, though, after the Ham Fiasco last year.
Tim: [laughs] Dare I ask?
Cissie: We were 16! How were we supposed to know what to do with a ham? Also, I live in a dorm.
Tim: The ham, though--I am curious.
Cissie: There... may have been a small fire.
Tim: A FIRE?!
Cissie: In my defense, Anita put the thing in before I got there. I didn't know she turned on the broiler! …I did notice the lack of a lid on the roasting pan, though.
Tim: Uh huh.... I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Cissie: [laughs] That might be for the best. I don't really know how it happened, but some of the grease caught fire, so we had a slightly charred ham last year. Well, technically, we had lots of side dishes and no ham because as soon as she saw flames, Mom was dousing the thing with the fire extinguisher. The end result being--I'm not cooking today.
Tim: Which is... good?
Cissie: Yes. So what've you been up to?
Tim: Oh, you know--lots of together time. You can't see the face I'm making but know that it is there.
Cissie: [laughs] It's not all bad, is it?
Tim: Well.... No. Not really. Dick ditched us, though--so it is me and Bruce for a while.
Cissie: He ditched you? He's allowed to do that?
Tim: Apparently. [sigh] So it's especially quiet
Cissie: Ew. I bet. But no more Elvis, right?
Tim: Thank God for small blessings.
Cissie: [laughs] I'm really glad you called.
Tim: Me too--really glad. I miss you!
Cissie: I miss you, too. And I'd forgotten how absurdly quiet and boring it is here when everyone goes home for break, when I don't have you to pester on IM.
Tim: Aww! I forgot how quiet it is at night when I have no one to pester.
Cissie: [laughs] What did we do before we annoyed each other online?
Tim: We led deeply boring lives.
Cissie: This is true. Fantastically boring. So what'd you do today? It's so weird that Christmas Day is almost over for you, but I'm still in my pajamas.
Tim: [laugh] Tell me about it. I had to be careful not to call you too early, but I think I failed anyway.
Cissie: I don't mind.
Tim: Did I wake you up?
Cissie: Not really. I wanted to see the parade, so I wasn't sleeping.
Tim: Uh huh.
Cissie: I really don't mind. And I wasn't sleeping.
Tim: I'm sorry anyway, though--I didn't mean to call so early.
Cissie: It's really not that early. And I'm glad you called.
Tim: Me too. We haven't really done much this year. Had dinner--out, and can I tell you that I'm wishing for home cooking?--and called Dick. [laugh] Him I didn't mind waking up.
Cissie: [laughs] Because he ditched you?
Tim: Yes--traitor.
Cissie: Heh. Honestly, though... if you had woken me--which you didn't--I wouldn't have minded. I think the last time you called you were in Edo.
Tim: That was a while ago.
Cissie: Hmm.
Tim: Thanks for the e-mail, by the way.
Cissie: You got it? Good! I wasn't sure if you were somewhere with internet access or not, but I'm glad you got it.
Tim: I got it--we're staying at a hotel right now, and I've been able to check e-mail pretty regularly on the hotel computers. It was really nice to hear from you.
Cissie: You know, I've thought about emailing you more often, but then you go places like wherever you were in China and I pity your inbox.
Tim: [laugh] My inbox appreciates your pity. As it is, I think a lot of e-mails are bouncing when my mailbox gets full. I just don't get to check it that often.
Cissie: I figured as much. But I also figured--it's Christmas.
Tim: Like I said--very glad to hear from you.
Cissie: And I'm glad to hear from you. I loved the card, by the way.
Tim: [laugh] I really can't believe I found them.
Cissie: I am very impressed.
Tim: Thank you. They were buried in the back, behind about twelve newspapers.
Cissie: [laughs] Then I'm even more impressed that you found them! But if anyone could...
Tim: World's second greatest detective.
Cissie: You speak the truth.
Tim: Flatterer
Cissie: I try. It's really nice to talk with you.
Tim: [laughs] You sound like you might miss me or something!
Cissie: Or something.
Tim: So is the parade on yet?
Cissie: Hmm, yeah. I don't know why the Christmas Day parade is kind of pathetic, but it is. I like the Rose Parade on New Year's best.
Tim: I like the Thanksgiving Day parade.
Cissie: Me too. I think I might just like parades as a general rule.
Tim: I do, too.
Cissie: Hmm. God, Tim, your phone bill's going to be insane.
Tim: Hum, yes.
Cissie: I'm sorry.
Tim: Don't be. I wanted to call you, and... I'm not all that worried about the phone bill.
Cissie: Well--okay. I'm glad you called. [laugh] I feel like when you call, we should talk about important stuff, but listen to us--talking about parades.
Tim: There isn't a parade here.
Cissie: [laughs] You know what I mean.
Tim: I know. Just saying, though. So, get any snow yet?
Cissie: No. It's been cold, and there's been frost, but no snow.
Tim: None here, either. Unsurprisingly.
Cissie: [laughs] Shockingly! So what's the weather like in Beirut, anyway? [pause] Wait, don't answer that. You call me from a foreign country and we talk about the weather?
Tim: [laughs] Really nice, actually, and nothing like December should be. We're not to far from the Mediterranean here.
Cissie: That sounds nice. I am so not happy about dragging out the winter coats.
Tim: I miss my winter coat.
Cissie: Haven't been in too many cold weather places yet, hmm?
Tim: Not really. Well--the mountains a couple of months ago, but... Not lately.
Cissie: We really are talking about the weather, aren't we?
Tim: [laughs] I think so. I don't mind though. How's the parade going?
Cissie: Uh... Parade-like. Also, it's like the Disney World parade, so it's all.. tropical. Which is weird.
Tim: Yeah, it sounds pretty weird. Christmas parades should have snow or something. Would you believe I've never seen a Christmas parade?
Cissie: Really? You're so not missing much. It's all... Mickey Mouse and palm trees.
Tim: Yeah, I have to say, Mickey Mouse has never been a part of my Christmas celebrations.
Cissie: You mean you don't automatically associate Mickey with Christmas? Disney would be sad to hear that.
Tim: ...Probably
Cissie: Someone in marketing is weeping.
Tim: I have to say, I tend to associate Christmas with Jesus, though.
Cissie: No way. That's a shocking concept.
Tim: It's true
Cissie: You mean it's not about the commercialism? I feel so misled.
Tim: [laughs] Sorry to disillusion you.
Cissie: I suppose I'll survive the disillusionment, if you can handle the dripping sarcasm.
Tim: I don't know...
Cissie: [laughs] I'll try to tone it down.
Tim: That's right. I'm the sarcastic one in this relationship.
Cissie: I know, I'm sorry. For a minute there I forgot I was talking to Mr. Sarcastic himself.
Tim: You forgot! I'm appalled! Do I have to bring out the boa again?
Cissie: Only if you also bring out the eyeliner.
Tim: Oh the eyeliner... You should see the face I'm making here.
Cissie: [laughs] I'm having fun imagining it.
Tim: I'm sure you are.
Cissie: Hmm. [sighs] And that's the end of the parade.
Tim: Alas.
Cissie: Yeah. I should probably let you go, so your phone bill doesn't start resembling the national budget of a third world country.
Tim: [laugh] You really don't have to worry about my phone bill, Cissie.
Cissie: [grunts] I know. I should probably think about getting ready to go, though.
Tim: Ahh... You probably should. [sigh]
Cissie: I don't really want to. But yeah, I should.
Tim: I'll talk to you soon, though?
Cissie: I'd like that. I'm really glad you called.
Tim: Me too. I've missed you a lot.
Cissie: I've missed you, too. Good luck with Bruce--I hope Dick comes back soon. Have fun, stay safe. Talk with you soon?
Tim: Will do, and definitely--as soon as I can. 'Bye, Ciss.
Cissie: Love you, Tim--Merry Christmas! Bye.
~*~
Tomorrow, part 4: All I Want for Christmas is You
Authors: lady_sarai and zoe_chan
Continuity: Follows Young Justice and Teen Titans and main continuity up to the OYL events of Flash 13, then deviates.
Pairing/Characters: Eventual Tim/Cissie.
Rating/Warnings: PGish
Disclaimer: We do not own anything or anyone. We promise.
Summary: Merry Christmas from Beirut!
Part 3 is set during 52, when Tim is traveling the world with Bruce and Dick.
Note: Each of the twelve parts of this fic take place on a different year--they *are* in order, but they are not twelve consecutive years. We skipped over a few. Huge thanks to xenokattz for beta-reading! ♥
Part 1, Part2
~*~
3. Year 3: And on Christmas, You Tell the Truth
Christmas card sent by Tim Drake to Cissie King-Jones:
~*~
An unsent letter from Cissie to Tim:
~*~
The e-mail Cissie did send Tim:
From: cisskabob@hotmail.com
To: urbanmyth_robin3@gmail.com
Subject: Merry Christmas!
Well, here is it, 12:01 am on Christmas Day! I don’t know where you are right now, and I didn’t have any idea where to send a card, but I know you occasionally get to check your email. So. I hope wherever you are and whatever you’re doing, you have a nice Christmas. I know it’s hard. I’m sorry.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a note to say MERRY CHRISTMAS! I miss you, Tim! I loved the last postcard, btw. I’ll talk with you again soon, I hope. Love you!
-Love, Cissie
~*~
Transcript of a phone call:
Cissie: Hello?
Tim: Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas.
Cissie: Tim! Hi!
Tim: Hi, Cissie! How's your Christmas going?
Cissie: [laughs] Merry Christmas to you, too! It's fine, how's yours? Where are you now? Still in Beirut?
Tim: Yeah--until New Year's. And it's going pretty well. Quiet, which meant I had a chance to call!
Cissie: I'm very glad for that! It's great to hear your voice.
Tim: Nice to hear yours, too. What are you up to for the day?
Cissie: Well, I'm going to finish watching the parade, and get dressed and then head over to Anita's. Mom and Ish are cooking, though, after the Ham Fiasco last year.
Tim: [laughs] Dare I ask?
Cissie: We were 16! How were we supposed to know what to do with a ham? Also, I live in a dorm.
Tim: The ham, though--I am curious.
Cissie: There... may have been a small fire.
Tim: A FIRE?!
Cissie: In my defense, Anita put the thing in before I got there. I didn't know she turned on the broiler! …I did notice the lack of a lid on the roasting pan, though.
Tim: Uh huh.... I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Cissie: [laughs] That might be for the best. I don't really know how it happened, but some of the grease caught fire, so we had a slightly charred ham last year. Well, technically, we had lots of side dishes and no ham because as soon as she saw flames, Mom was dousing the thing with the fire extinguisher. The end result being--I'm not cooking today.
Tim: Which is... good?
Cissie: Yes. So what've you been up to?
Tim: Oh, you know--lots of together time. You can't see the face I'm making but know that it is there.
Cissie: [laughs] It's not all bad, is it?
Tim: Well.... No. Not really. Dick ditched us, though--so it is me and Bruce for a while.
Cissie: He ditched you? He's allowed to do that?
Tim: Apparently. [sigh] So it's especially quiet
Cissie: Ew. I bet. But no more Elvis, right?
Tim: Thank God for small blessings.
Cissie: [laughs] I'm really glad you called.
Tim: Me too--really glad. I miss you!
Cissie: I miss you, too. And I'd forgotten how absurdly quiet and boring it is here when everyone goes home for break, when I don't have you to pester on IM.
Tim: Aww! I forgot how quiet it is at night when I have no one to pester.
Cissie: [laughs] What did we do before we annoyed each other online?
Tim: We led deeply boring lives.
Cissie: This is true. Fantastically boring. So what'd you do today? It's so weird that Christmas Day is almost over for you, but I'm still in my pajamas.
Tim: [laugh] Tell me about it. I had to be careful not to call you too early, but I think I failed anyway.
Cissie: I don't mind.
Tim: Did I wake you up?
Cissie: Not really. I wanted to see the parade, so I wasn't sleeping.
Tim: Uh huh.
Cissie: I really don't mind. And I wasn't sleeping.
Tim: I'm sorry anyway, though--I didn't mean to call so early.
Cissie: It's really not that early. And I'm glad you called.
Tim: Me too. We haven't really done much this year. Had dinner--out, and can I tell you that I'm wishing for home cooking?--and called Dick. [laugh] Him I didn't mind waking up.
Cissie: [laughs] Because he ditched you?
Tim: Yes--traitor.
Cissie: Heh. Honestly, though... if you had woken me--which you didn't--I wouldn't have minded. I think the last time you called you were in Edo.
Tim: That was a while ago.
Cissie: Hmm.
Tim: Thanks for the e-mail, by the way.
Cissie: You got it? Good! I wasn't sure if you were somewhere with internet access or not, but I'm glad you got it.
Tim: I got it--we're staying at a hotel right now, and I've been able to check e-mail pretty regularly on the hotel computers. It was really nice to hear from you.
Cissie: You know, I've thought about emailing you more often, but then you go places like wherever you were in China and I pity your inbox.
Tim: [laugh] My inbox appreciates your pity. As it is, I think a lot of e-mails are bouncing when my mailbox gets full. I just don't get to check it that often.
Cissie: I figured as much. But I also figured--it's Christmas.
Tim: Like I said--very glad to hear from you.
Cissie: And I'm glad to hear from you. I loved the card, by the way.
Tim: [laugh] I really can't believe I found them.
Cissie: I am very impressed.
Tim: Thank you. They were buried in the back, behind about twelve newspapers.
Cissie: [laughs] Then I'm even more impressed that you found them! But if anyone could...
Tim: World's second greatest detective.
Cissie: You speak the truth.
Tim: Flatterer
Cissie: I try. It's really nice to talk with you.
Tim: [laughs] You sound like you might miss me or something!
Cissie: Or something.
Tim: So is the parade on yet?
Cissie: Hmm, yeah. I don't know why the Christmas Day parade is kind of pathetic, but it is. I like the Rose Parade on New Year's best.
Tim: I like the Thanksgiving Day parade.
Cissie: Me too. I think I might just like parades as a general rule.
Tim: I do, too.
Cissie: Hmm. God, Tim, your phone bill's going to be insane.
Tim: Hum, yes.
Cissie: I'm sorry.
Tim: Don't be. I wanted to call you, and... I'm not all that worried about the phone bill.
Cissie: Well--okay. I'm glad you called. [laugh] I feel like when you call, we should talk about important stuff, but listen to us--talking about parades.
Tim: There isn't a parade here.
Cissie: [laughs] You know what I mean.
Tim: I know. Just saying, though. So, get any snow yet?
Cissie: No. It's been cold, and there's been frost, but no snow.
Tim: None here, either. Unsurprisingly.
Cissie: [laughs] Shockingly! So what's the weather like in Beirut, anyway? [pause] Wait, don't answer that. You call me from a foreign country and we talk about the weather?
Tim: [laughs] Really nice, actually, and nothing like December should be. We're not to far from the Mediterranean here.
Cissie: That sounds nice. I am so not happy about dragging out the winter coats.
Tim: I miss my winter coat.
Cissie: Haven't been in too many cold weather places yet, hmm?
Tim: Not really. Well--the mountains a couple of months ago, but... Not lately.
Cissie: We really are talking about the weather, aren't we?
Tim: [laughs] I think so. I don't mind though. How's the parade going?
Cissie: Uh... Parade-like. Also, it's like the Disney World parade, so it's all.. tropical. Which is weird.
Tim: Yeah, it sounds pretty weird. Christmas parades should have snow or something. Would you believe I've never seen a Christmas parade?
Cissie: Really? You're so not missing much. It's all... Mickey Mouse and palm trees.
Tim: Yeah, I have to say, Mickey Mouse has never been a part of my Christmas celebrations.
Cissie: You mean you don't automatically associate Mickey with Christmas? Disney would be sad to hear that.
Tim: ...Probably
Cissie: Someone in marketing is weeping.
Tim: I have to say, I tend to associate Christmas with Jesus, though.
Cissie: No way. That's a shocking concept.
Tim: It's true
Cissie: You mean it's not about the commercialism? I feel so misled.
Tim: [laughs] Sorry to disillusion you.
Cissie: I suppose I'll survive the disillusionment, if you can handle the dripping sarcasm.
Tim: I don't know...
Cissie: [laughs] I'll try to tone it down.
Tim: That's right. I'm the sarcastic one in this relationship.
Cissie: I know, I'm sorry. For a minute there I forgot I was talking to Mr. Sarcastic himself.
Tim: You forgot! I'm appalled! Do I have to bring out the boa again?
Cissie: Only if you also bring out the eyeliner.
Tim: Oh the eyeliner... You should see the face I'm making here.
Cissie: [laughs] I'm having fun imagining it.
Tim: I'm sure you are.
Cissie: Hmm. [sighs] And that's the end of the parade.
Tim: Alas.
Cissie: Yeah. I should probably let you go, so your phone bill doesn't start resembling the national budget of a third world country.
Tim: [laugh] You really don't have to worry about my phone bill, Cissie.
Cissie: [grunts] I know. I should probably think about getting ready to go, though.
Tim: Ahh... You probably should. [sigh]
Cissie: I don't really want to. But yeah, I should.
Tim: I'll talk to you soon, though?
Cissie: I'd like that. I'm really glad you called.
Tim: Me too. I've missed you a lot.
Cissie: I've missed you, too. Good luck with Bruce--I hope Dick comes back soon. Have fun, stay safe. Talk with you soon?
Tim: Will do, and definitely--as soon as I can. 'Bye, Ciss.
Cissie: Love you, Tim--Merry Christmas! Bye.
~*~
Tomorrow, part 4: All I Want for Christmas is You