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Wednesday | Forgive and Forget

Now that we’ve had our share of pet peeves it’s time to Forgive and Forget

Is your character holding a grudge? Now the time to have them let it go. Give forgiveness or let them receive it. Or give them Amnesia whatever floats your boat.

But remember:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date. If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

And use the correct formatting. Examples:

Being Human, Goerge/Mitchell, After a full moon George feels guilty and Mitchell helps him forgive himself

Marvel, Deadpool/author's choice, It's all in the past....right?

Being Human/Torchwood, Jack/Mitchell, “Did you forget me so soon?”

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Cissie took a deep breath. She wasn't looking forward to this. She hadn't talked to her mother in almost a year, since she was in the hospital, and it had been an unsurpringly peaceful year. She and Bonnie had made several tries at patching things up before, but it never seemed to last. And Bonnie hadn't been able to deal with her daughter's injury, and responded by withdrawing from her life completely. Cissie thought to herself that she would have been fine with letting things stay that way...but she wasn't sure enough to let what could be her last chance pass by.

With a puff of breath into the control straw, Cissie drove her chair into the hospital room. She hated being in hospitals, because it reminded her of those terrible first few months. Just get it over with, she thought to herself...

"Hi, mom."

Cissie tried not to gasp. She knew the lung cancer was pretty advanced by the time Roy had found out about Bonnie being in the hospital, but she hadn't expected her to look this gaunt.

"Hey, girlie. Come to pay your last respects?"

"I didn't want to wait too long, just in case..." Cissie paused. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, mom?"

"You made it perfectly clear you didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Don't blame you."

"I made it clear? You're the one who stopped coming to the hospital!"

"I didn't think you wanted me there. You could have called."

"Yeah, I was kind of busy with the whole adjusting to permanent disability thing. Sorry about that." Cissie snapped. She willed herself to calm down, not wanting the meeting to disintegrate this quickly. "Do they know what the odds are?"

"Not great. Damn two-pack-a-day habit caught up to me. Shoulda quit while I was ahead." Bonnie loudly coughed. "Pisses me off. I was at least hoping to last longer than my bitch of a mom."

"You never really talked about grandma."

"The less said the better. She was...well, she was like me on steroids."

"Scary." Cissie laughed.

"The King women get a little saner with each generation, I guess. You got most of the good genes. So...how're you holding up, kid?"

"Okay, I guess. As well as can be expected?"

"I'd have driven myself off a roof in five seconds if I was in your place."

"Gee, thanks, mom. Sensitive as always." Cissie rolled her eyes.

"I'm not trying to be a bitch here. I wouldn't have been able to deal with it. You always had more grit than any of us." Bonnie coughed again. "You still working out? Trying to get better?"

"Every day." Cissie smiled.

"Anything working yet?"

"Well, I can twitch my left bicep a little bit. It's not much, but it's something I didn't have before."

"Well, you just keep fighting. I always thought those doctors were full of crap. How about everything else? That junkie taking good care of you?"

"He's not a junkie, mom!" Cissie yelled.

"Okay, okay...ex-junkie."

Cissie rolled her eyes. "He's taking great care of me, mom. And his daughter is awesome. I'm happy there."

"Well, good. I want you to be happy. That's all I ever wanted."

"Really? Even when you were shoving me in a sequined superhero costume at the age of 13?"

"It was in your blood. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have gone back to it."

Cissie opened her mouth to protest, and then realized that for once, Bonnie had a point. Being Arrowette, or Red Arrow, was something she kept on coming back to until Smallville.

"That doesn't mean I don't regret pushing you into it, though. Hell, I might not have broken your neck directly, but I played a big role in putting you in that chair."

"Mom!"

"Well, it's true. If I hadn't pushed you into the field so early, maybe you wouldn't have been there. And then I wouldn't have missed out on my last chance to have a relationship with my daughter because I couldn't stand seeing you like this."

"Mom...I don't blame you. Pretty much everyone thinks I blame them, but I don't blame anyone! I made my own choices, and I don't want you torturing yourself over them. Especially when you need to be concentrating on getting better."

"Yeah, well, we'll see if that's in the cards." Bonnie paused. "I still can't believe you actually came."

"You're my mother." Cissie smiled. "Whatever went on between us, that comes first. And I'll be back, too."

"If I make it out of here, do you think..."

"We'll talk, mom."

Cissie knew better than to make any promises about her relationship with her mother. There had been one too many false starts and blowups between them. But if she got a second chance, she wanted to take it. She never wanted to have Bonnie King for a guardian again, that was sure, but she wanted to get to know her mother again.

The nurse came in and ushered Cissie out. Bonnie was scheduled for a session of chemo that afternoon, and she needed her rest. Cissie leaned her head back, processing the conversation. Things between her and her mother were always intense, but she was glad to have this opportunity. She hoped they'd make the most of it.

Seeeeeee, in my opinion, Dick NEEDS to learn he can't fucking jerk people around like he does and expect them to forgive him all the time.

This was great Rex. I love the comparison you drew between the two of them. Oh baby, it hurt so good. <33

Oooh. I want a sequel with Jason. >>;; Of course I want a sequel with Jason. XD I'm predictable like that. ^-^;;

Oh my goooooooodness, this is SAD but so good! :( Poor Cissie! I can see this happening, which is sad, but things are so complicated with them.

Hey - sorry for the late reply! I love this - so very much. Thanks for taking my prompt ♥

*giggles* This is terrific - fantastic job! ^_^

Thanks for reading! And reminding me this ficlet existed so I could repost it :D.

Ahahahaha, oh man I love that Tim makes Day 'ride like a bitch'. :DDD

That was amazing, thanks so much Shana. I'm glad I finally found it. :D

Heeeee. Because Damian's a whiny bitch! :-P

I'm glad you did too! I enjoyed writing it. Is it wrong for me to love Damian? Because if it is, I DON'T WANT TO BE RIGHT.

I love him tooooo <333

I just want he and Tim to go off and have amazingly awkward adventures together. Like, half my story ideas for them is just them completely baffled about something and trying to figure out what to do about it. :DD

It's so much fun. :DDD

Heeee! I think you should write these stories! They sound awesome!

Yeah, Dick's been acting like a real...it's too easy. XD

I think he and Tim will patch things up sooner or later, but it'll be a hard road. Tim was in a pretty bad place when Dick cut him loose.

Tim and Jay together would be quite the dangerous team. Dick should watch his back. XD

It came to me when I remembered that Bonnie was almost never without a cigarette. :/

Glad you liked! I've always been a sucker for their relationship and how incredibly complex and frustrating it is. I never really dealt with Bonnie much in this verse until now, so I really liked writing it.

Oh St John. *pats*

Heehee! That was very squishy. :D

Oh very much enjoyed!
one thing comics never seem to get right is the affects of actions. Either people act like stuff never happened, or angst over it out of proportion, you did a good job of showing a realistic reaction to what Dick did and I love that Tim through Dick's past in his face!

This prompt seemed tailor-made for them, somehow.

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Clow believed that every person that you met changed you, no matter how little. Every person that you loved changed you a lot.

It was a theory that Yuuko could agree with, and one she would repeat, piecemeal, to a boy who needed someone to care for him so that he could exist in their world.

(It was easier to say after Clow was gone. She had such difficulty agreeing with him when he was alive. It was something to do with his satisfied smirk.)

Loving Yuuko taught Clow many things. She, perhaps, changed him the most of everyone that he met. It was he who first referred to her with the butterfly symbology; he who sewed the kimono that she eventually died in.

She humbled him, sometimes painfully. She taught him how to love someone in a manner that didn't fall apart-- how to deal with the quirks and curiosities that made two people different. He learned that loving her meant that he always had to apologize, even if he was in the right. In fact, sometimes he had to apologize a lot. He was always smoothing down her anger, as if she were an irritable cat, stroking her annoyance away with sweet words and soft kisses, presents and promises.

"Go away," she said again, not responding to his lips on her brow, or on her earlobe, or her cheek.

"I'm sorry, dearest," he answered, breathing on her neck. He reached out to take her hand, and after a momentary pause, she let him have it, regal as ever.

"You're constantly apologizing," she said as he pressed kisses onto her palm. She leaned back lazily against the divan as his mouth traveled to her wrist, sucking gently, and then down her arm to the crook of her elbow.

"You seem to like it," he said, with a chuckle against her skin. He reached for her other hand, kissing her hand and pressing it against his neck. He was forgiven, he assumed, from the way that her fingers traced down across his pulse and slipped for a moment into his collar. He sighed happily and pulled her into his lap.

"You could stop doing the things that you need to apologize for," she said, sounding amused as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"And end your primary source of entertainment? I think not," he answered, kissing the corner of her mouth. She snickered before shifting to catch his lips with her own.

"I think you just want me to die early," she muttered when the kiss broke. "A slow death, driven to insanity by a ridiculous magician."

"Never," he promised. "I would that you outlive me by many years."

She stiffened, leaning up to bite his earlobe hard. He squeaked a protest.

"Don't make that wish," she growled, before pulling free from his embrace and stalking away. Clow did not sigh, as he might have when this relationship was new. He simply picked himself up off her couch and followed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That was not my intention."

And then patiently he began to smooth away her annoyance again.

For most people, winter crept up on them. The air got just that little colder, crisper in the twilight; the leaves slowly got frost bitten instead of just turning brown; animals stopped stocking up for the long winter months and started sleeping the weeks away. When the snow began to fall and ice scrunched under the hooves and heels of Narnians, most people were shocked that winter had come around again and hurried to fix their houses up to be able to stand the coming cold, the memories of the White Witch still fresh in their memories.

Unfortunately for Edmund, he could see the second that autumn changed into winter. He didn't need the large fluffy snowflakes that were currently falling around Cair Paravel and think of making snowmen like Lucy did; he didn't see the icicles forming on tree branches didn't make him think of winter balls like it did for Susan; he think of teaching the army to fight on ice like Peter did when he saw the frozen lakes and streams.

When Edmund saw winter come to Narnia for the first time since the death of the White Witch, and every winter from then on, he remembered just what he had done to his family and both Narnia and its inhabitants when he betrayed his sisters and brother to the White Witch.

Every time that winter came around, both in Narnia and back in England, he found it extremely hard to forget he had been forgiven by everyone, including Aslan himself.

Luckily for Edmund, he had his siblings there to remind him of their forgiveness of him and they never let him forget it. When he went off by himself, it was inevitable that within a few moments, one of them would find him and drag him out of his self imposed solitude and include him in whatever they were doing. Over the years, other Narnian's joined Lucy, Susan and Peter in distracting Edmund during the winter months with varying degrees of success. No matter how well they managed to distract him, Edmund always appreciated their efforts and the warmth that spread through him at the thought that he was worthy of their time kept him warm enough to battle the deep freeze of the winter months.

Reid called her Gomez when Morgan asked her name because he was certain he would have said 'Garcia' with a sneer or a tremble. As it was he had barely looked up, terrified that they would make eye contact and Reid would see that familiar look; the one she got every time she saw him in school. He avoided her for weeks, always had an excuse anytime Garcia was mentioned, never went to her bunker.

He tried to turn around when they were approaching each other in the hall but Garcia spotted Reid and he had no choice when she called out. "Hey Sugar Genius," she linked arms with him and Reid was glad that his jumping could easily be explained away. "I need that big brain of yours for a minute. Can't make heads or tails of this thing White Collar has me looking at. Got a minute?"

"S-sure."

"Great," Garcia gave him a blinding smile. Reid didn't know how to respond.

The years passed and Reid relaxed and didn't tense anymore when Garcia approached him. And he would have felt angry at the fact that Garcia remembered so little about the boy she tormented when she was still going to school. But he couldn't bring himself to draw up all that anger he had felt, all those years ago. Penelope was a different then...

Spencer tried desperately to keep his head down when he saw the Blondes (he had labeled them that way in his head) coming towards him. Their front woman, a snide, quick on the comeback, shapely girl was popping her gum in the annoying habit she had. Her ponytail was swishing rhythmically back and forth.

"Ooh, look girls. It's Spency. Hey," she purred, licking her lips, grinning madly. "How are you today, Spency?"

"F-fine," he muttered, not looking at her. If he looked she would use it against him. "I have to get to class so if you'd..." he didn't get to finish his sentence.

"C'mon now, Spencer." Her name was Penelope Garcia and it was rumored she was one of the most brilliant computer experts to grace Caltech in years. People were tripping over themselves to see even a minute of her skill in action. "Aren't you doing better than fine? I mean, you are in the presence of beauty, aren't you?"

Spencer allowed his eyes to snap to Garcia's face for just a moment. "Of cou-course I am. I'm great, thank you for asking."

Penelope clicked her tongue, "did you see the way he looked at me?" She muttered, highly disgusted. She pushed her way passed Spencer and continued on with her friends. "He's such a little perv. How do thirteen years old even get into college." She huffed and her voice carried away.

...That wasn't Penelope now.

"Hey Reid-delicious, wanna come out an boogie with Hotstuff and me?" Garcia wrapped an arm around Reid's waist and pulled him tightly against herself.

Reid smiled down at her infectious grin. "I'd love too." Garcia grinned at him and snuggled a little closer.

"Yay," she did a little dance, not letting go of him. "You always look so good on the dance floor, Genius."

Reid snorted, "I do not dance, Garcia."

Garcia nodded her head, patronizing him. "Of course not. But you will. I promise," she let him go and the coy smile on her face sealed the deal. Reid really wanted to remember these moments, replace the old, terrible memories with these new vibrant ones.

They had both done a lot of growing up in the eleven years before meeting up at Quantico. For Reid it was a second chance and for Garcia unknown redemption.

A fraction? this is EXACTLY what I was hopeing for *offers cyber cookie for being awsome*

Though now I really want a sequel with like Morgan finding out they attended college together and Garcia confessing what she did or something like that. *Polishes enabler badge of hope*

*blush* You're welcome! The wheels are turning...we'll see what the muses turn out.

He does not know how to apologize. It was not something he learned nor was it something he ever felt inclined to do. But even he felt bad sometimes.

Which brought him to his current problem. How would he apologize to Drake for... at least the stabbing thing. Drake did not like him. At all.

So he tried to brainstorm. But he was too preoccupied with everything Dick was making him do and the one time he saw Drake again, his and Dick's parents had come back to life.

It was as he was sitting in a box, he could get out of it whenever he wanted, in the cave that he heard the rumble of Drake's Ducati.

"Tim!" He heard Dick get off the top of the box and he opened the lid that he'd picked ten minutes ago. He peeked out quick enough to watch Drake stride towards the computers. His cowl was off and his hair was longer than it had been when he left.

He didn't pay any attention to their conversation and took a look over at the bike. It was absolutely drenched and he wondered if Drake would like him better if he dried it for him. So he got a cloth they used for the Batmobile and got to it.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded horrible, like he had frog stuck in his throat.

"Drying it." They stared at each other for a long moment before Drake's mouth twitched and he put his cowl on. It made him wonder if he'd let anything show on his face.

"Thanks." He got his hair ruffled and watched Drake start up and drive off.

Somehow or other he felt he'd been forgiven a little.

D'awww. I love hearing about the two of them starting to get along!

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