#ceve

I'm headcanoning Cassandra as 29/30 here and Eve as 40/41, but feel free to adjust those numbers in your head as you read to whatever you'd like-- I'd actually never needed any particular age for them but I needed one to write this fic! (I also headcanon Cassandra with Lindy's birthday, but that's not stated in this story anywhere so if you want it to take place in September or something instead of April, go for it!) Rated G, probably takes place around seasons 3 or 4, tried to make it a lil romantic/pre-relationship but idk how much of that came through, super sappy/fluffy so if that isn't your thing just skip this one! Enjoy!

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"There you are, Red."

Cassandra looked up as Eve approached. She suddenly realized how stiff her neck and back felt; she'd been sitting in the stacks of the Library, back against a table leg, staring at a wall of books for.... two hours? Three? Maybe four. She didn't know.

Eve could sense something was wrong (Guardian's intuition, she thought to herself) and instead of offering her hand to help up her Librarian, she sank to the floor next to her.

The two sat there in silence for another few moments before Cassandra muttered something Eve couldn't quite make out.

"Hm?"

"My 30th birthday is this Thursday," Cassandra said louder.

Eve smiled. "Have you decided on a plan yet? Restaurant, movie, laser tag.... Oh, and you still haven't told me what kind of cake you'd like--"

"No, I mean--" Cassandra sighed. "I had this.... this silly.... dream, I guess." She looked down.

Eve's brow furrowed and she scooted closer to the younger woman. "What is it? Is there something specific you'd really like?" She'd already picked out quite a few gifts for her friend, but she was certainly happy to purchase another.

Another moment of silence passed, then--

"Books."

"Books?" Eve was puzzled.

"It's, like I said, it's silly, but.... I always had this goal that, by the time I was thirty years old, I would have an entire wall of my home that was bookshelves, stacked to the brim with books." She sighed again. "This is all so wonderful, really, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but.... these aren't my books."

"What do you mean, Cass?" Eve placed an hand over Cassandra's.

"With the tumor, I always thought that once I.... you know, I would have this gorgeous wall of books, and I would donate them all, and--"

"And?"

"And I'd live on through them." Cassandra looked up again at the wall of tomes standing before her. "I haven't contributed to these, to this magic. All the Librarians before me have. And I-- I feel like all I've been doing is taking."

"Oh, Cass," Eve squeezed her hand. "You shouldn't feel that way. You've contributed more than any of us will probably ever get to see."

Cassandra shook her head sadly. "Thanks Eve, but.... it's okay, it was a dumb goal anyway." She stood up and stretched. "Whatever. Anyway, I haven't decided on a cake flavor yet, but for dinner I was thinking...."

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That evening, after Cassandra had left for the day, Eve called a meeting between herself, the boys, Flynn, and Jenkins. She whispered to them her plan, and stressed that they needed to get it done by Wednesday. And most importantly: Don't let Cassandra find out.

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Wednesday afternoon. Eve kept checking her watch. She'd told Cassandra to take the morning off; she had said it was because of a small fire Ezekiel had accidentally started in Jenkins' lab ("Again?!" Cassandra had groaned), but really, it was because she and the others had been putting the last few finishing touches on her surprise pre-birthday present.

But it was done now, and Cassandra would be coming in to the Annex any moment now....

Eve beamed when she saw her Librarian.

"Hey Red!"

"Hi Eve." She set her things down at her desk. Eve could tell she was tired, and a bit blue, but she wouldn't be for much longer. The Guardian practically buzzed with excitement.

Cassandra was about to take a seat when Eve grabbed her hand and pulled her along into the Library. "Wha--"

"Come on!" Eve grinned at her.

Cassandra laughed. "Eve, my birthday isn't until tomorrow!"

"Exactly!" Eve flung open a door that Cassandra somehow had never noticed before, and she gasped as they stepped into a warm, cozy room.

Every wall was lined with shelves, and every shelf was filled with books. The others were all there waiting, and Jenkins held out an old edition of a spellbook, opened to the first page, to Cassandra, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

There, attached to the inside cover, was a shiny golden label, which read:

This book is property of Cassandra Cillian, Librarian.

Cassandra felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"You-- you all did this for me?"

Flynn pulled her in for a hug. "It was almost all Eve's doing. When she told us you had a goal, well, we couldn't let you not achieve it." He let her go, and Cassandra threw her arms around Eve.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She was crying now, and Eve felt her own eyes start to burn.

"Anything for you, Cass."

Cassandra pulled away and looked around the room. There was a small, comfy-looking worn couch covered with knit blankets, and a little serving cart with one of Jenkins' favorite tea sets on it. Above the tallest shelf hung a sign that she knew Jake had hand-carved and painted. The Cassandra Cillian Collection.

She felt so much love welling up in her chest. She'd done it-- they'd done it.

my first fic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23318623

it’s Cassandra Cillian/ Eve Baird, so casseve or ceve or whatever name we’re using these days. the librarians is a fandom i’ve been in for ages, and i miss that show dearly.

i’ve literally been writing this fic for years (well. technically i wrote it all in one go ad have been looking at it once every six months or so.) and im finally happy with it! also i really want people to read it. 

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