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Fic: Bonding is Easier with Polydent
Title: Bonding is Easier with Polydent
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Az, Popsicle and the Queen (mention of Emily, Cain, Ahamo and some random OCs)
Rating: PG
Summary: DG wanted to bond with her sister. All her ideas require the same thing: Kansas
Warning: pre-series *Written for Round 15 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #6: "I'll be lost without you, until the last of days" (Last of Days - A Fine Frenzy)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine. The plot came from THIS post over at characteraday
"Please, Mother," DG begged, reminding the Queen of a time many annuals before, when DG was shorter, but just as persistent. She didn't want to let either of the girls out of her sight, but she also was well-aware that sending Azkadellia away was probably the best thing for the elder princess.
Whether she wanted to go or not.
"Popsicle already said they willing to go back," DG grinned. The Queen knew that, while DG was happy to be back with her family, the successful reset of the Nurture Units CPUs had eased her mind considerably. If the Milltown denizens were willing to chaperone the girls... after all, they had managed to raise DG.
And there wouldn't be much threat to Az on the Other Side...
"I will have to discuss it with your father," she adjusted her tone, as DG started to bounce cheerfully, "and, if he agrees, we shall see." Giving DG the eyebrow, the Queen waited for DG's acknowledgement and then waved her away. Dropping into her chair with a sigh, the Queen almost felt guilty for considering sending them away that evening, just to ease herself of DG's enthusiasm.
The younger princess was far too active.
~*~
"I can not wear this," Az gasped, staring at the piece of clothing DG had offered her.
DG looked up from the rack of clothes and raised an eyebrow. "Why not? I mean, I know I guessed the size, but you don't have to go with that color, specifically," she said, waving to the rainbow of patterns and colors. "Trust me, Az."
Az stepped closer and lowered her voice. "DG! This," she shook the skirt, "is positively indecent. It's bad enough that you're wearing pants..." DG glanced down to her jeans and looked back to Az, eyebrow still raised.
"Are you kidding? Do you remember this," she asked, waving a finger around to indicate Az's chest. Az shut her mouth and took a deep breath; she really couldn't argue that one, after all.
Grabbing her sister's elbow, DG turned Az around and pushed her toward the dressing room. "Look, Az, you wear skirts and I wear pants. And if you even think of saying that showing leg is-" DG didn't even bother finishing the sentence, as Az opened her mouth to protest. Closing her eyes for a second, DG lowered her voice.
"Look, you're not in the Zone, any more."
~*~
"What is this?" Az asked, staring at the item DG had just set in front of her. DG sat down across from her and took a moment to glance around the food court of the mall. It was an odd sensation, to realize that she'd never paid attention to the other people at the mall before. Now, as a future ruler, all she noticed was what everyone else was doing.
Hearing her sister becoming frustrated, DG sighed and returned her focus to their dinner. "It's called a corn dog, Az." Az watched as her little sister dunked her own corn dog into a puddle of something red and then took a bite. DG finished chewing her first bite and wanted to die right there.
This... this she missed. Reaching for the lemonade, DG eyed Az, watching as she stared at the corn dog. "Maybe you should start with the fries," DG offered, pushing the carton of shoestrings toward Az. Az shook her head, let out a deep breath and took a bite.
DG didn't want to laugh, but the look on Azkadellia's face was hilarious. "That's disgusting," Az managed and reached for her drink.
"Oh, that lemonade's strong," DG warned.
~*~
Hank was driving the girls, and their purchases, home from the mall when DG spotted the lights of the stadium. "Popsicle," she said, pointing toward the school. He pulled into the parking lot and DG climbed out of the truck. "Come on, Az," she waved. As Azkadellia slid across the seat of the pickup, DG nodded to Hank.
"Go on ahead, Popsicle." She knew he wanted to get back to the house, as Emily was waiting dinner.
“You sure?" he asked, inclining his head toward Az.
"Absolutely," DG nodded. Hank knew that she was quite capable of getting back home, and he was fairly certain that, if anyone did try something with Az, DG would make them wish they hadn't. DG caught her sister's arm and pulled her up the hill, where they would have the best view of the field.
"He's leaving us?" Az asked, trying to hide the panic in her voice.
"You gotta stop worrying, sis," DG sighed. She realized that it probably wasn't a habit Az could just turn off. She'd had fifteen years of paranoia, but at least she'd been on familiar ground.
Right now, Az was putting all her faith in a complete stranger.
~*~
"No, I will not!" Az shouted.
"Yes, you will," DG shouted back, just a bit louder than her sister.
"I don't want to!"
"Well, I do!"
"Then you go!"
"I'm not gonna just leave you here," DG snapped, waving an arm toward the grassy field.
"I’m not going to get lost, DG," Az groaned. "Look," she said, taking a deep breath, "I appreciate you trying, here, Deeg, really. I've put on these clothes, I've tried your food, I watched those boys chase the ball-" she waved toward the high school's football field below.
DG huffed and locked her arms around Az’s, picking her up from the ground. "What are you doing?!" Az shrieked.
"We're bonding, damnit," DG snapped and tightened her arms around her sisters'.
"Put me down!"
"Not until you agree to mini golf!" DG shouted back, still moving along the path toward the parking lot.
"I order you to put me down, right now!" Az spat out, every inch a princess. DG laughed out loud.
"How many times has that one worked for ya, where I'm involved?" Az stopped kicking her legs and let herself fall to dead weight on her sister’s back.
"None."
"Mini golf?" DG grinned.
~*~
"This has no merit, whatsoever," Az stated with a huff. DG looked up from the neon pink golf ball and shook her head.
"You sound like Cain," DG laughed and looked back to the fake grass. Giving the putter a swing, DG watched as the ball took off around the curve, bounced off the decorative edge and zipped right past the hole. Groaning, DG spun around and sighed heavily. "Your turn."
Az rolled her eyes and moved over to the spot DG had just occupied. DG set the dark green golf ball down and stepped back. "Six times, this hasn't worked," Az said, as if DG hadn't witnessed her previous attempts.
"Only takes one," DG shrugged. "Just," she started, holding up a hand, "don't hit it so hard. It's already going downhill," she added, pointing to the hole at the other end. Az shrugged and glanced from the hole to the ball and back to the hole.
She really didn't understand the point of this activity, but DG was set on all thirty-six holes.
Az held her breath, swung and both girls watched as the green ball zipped down the incline, bounced off the edging and dropped into the cup.
~*~
DG handed the clubs to the attendant while Az watched the folks on twelve try to get past the windmill. "Az," she called. Az turned her head, but kept watching as the last of the group aimed and missed. DG moved to her side. "Hey, you ready to go?"
The sun had set about half an hour before they'd finished and DG didn't want to cut through the field in the dark. She'd called Popsicle when they reached twenty and he was due any minute. Az shivered slightly and was glad DG had suggested the jacket, as well as the scarf. "Did you have a good day?" DG asked, giving Az a smile.
Az did have to admit that, for as much as they had argued all afternoon, she had a rather interesting day. "It's a day I won't forget," she nodded and hooked her arm around DG's. DG smiled and pulled Az toward the exit.
"You had a corn dog, you watched football... you showed leg," she teased. Az rolled her eyes, stopping as they passed the door inside.
"That drum-thing," she nodded. "Can I have another one?"
DG smiled at the childlike-fascination Az had for the Drumstick. "Absolutely."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Az, Popsicle and the Queen (mention of Emily, Cain, Ahamo and some random OCs)
Rating: PG
Summary: DG wanted to bond with her sister. All her ideas require the same thing: Kansas
Warning: pre-series *Written for Round 15 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #6: "I'll be lost without you, until the last of days" (Last of Days - A Fine Frenzy)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine. The plot came from THIS post over at characteraday
"Please, Mother," DG begged, reminding the Queen of a time many annuals before, when DG was shorter, but just as persistent. She didn't want to let either of the girls out of her sight, but she also was well-aware that sending Azkadellia away was probably the best thing for the elder princess.
Whether she wanted to go or not.
"Popsicle already said they willing to go back," DG grinned. The Queen knew that, while DG was happy to be back with her family, the successful reset of the Nurture Units CPUs had eased her mind considerably. If the Milltown denizens were willing to chaperone the girls... after all, they had managed to raise DG.
And there wouldn't be much threat to Az on the Other Side...
"I will have to discuss it with your father," she adjusted her tone, as DG started to bounce cheerfully, "and, if he agrees, we shall see." Giving DG the eyebrow, the Queen waited for DG's acknowledgement and then waved her away. Dropping into her chair with a sigh, the Queen almost felt guilty for considering sending them away that evening, just to ease herself of DG's enthusiasm.
The younger princess was far too active.
~*~
"I can not wear this," Az gasped, staring at the piece of clothing DG had offered her.
DG looked up from the rack of clothes and raised an eyebrow. "Why not? I mean, I know I guessed the size, but you don't have to go with that color, specifically," she said, waving to the rainbow of patterns and colors. "Trust me, Az."
Az stepped closer and lowered her voice. "DG! This," she shook the skirt, "is positively indecent. It's bad enough that you're wearing pants..." DG glanced down to her jeans and looked back to Az, eyebrow still raised.
"Are you kidding? Do you remember this," she asked, waving a finger around to indicate Az's chest. Az shut her mouth and took a deep breath; she really couldn't argue that one, after all.
Grabbing her sister's elbow, DG turned Az around and pushed her toward the dressing room. "Look, Az, you wear skirts and I wear pants. And if you even think of saying that showing leg is-" DG didn't even bother finishing the sentence, as Az opened her mouth to protest. Closing her eyes for a second, DG lowered her voice.
"Look, you're not in the Zone, any more."
~*~
"What is this?" Az asked, staring at the item DG had just set in front of her. DG sat down across from her and took a moment to glance around the food court of the mall. It was an odd sensation, to realize that she'd never paid attention to the other people at the mall before. Now, as a future ruler, all she noticed was what everyone else was doing.
Hearing her sister becoming frustrated, DG sighed and returned her focus to their dinner. "It's called a corn dog, Az." Az watched as her little sister dunked her own corn dog into a puddle of something red and then took a bite. DG finished chewing her first bite and wanted to die right there.
This... this she missed. Reaching for the lemonade, DG eyed Az, watching as she stared at the corn dog. "Maybe you should start with the fries," DG offered, pushing the carton of shoestrings toward Az. Az shook her head, let out a deep breath and took a bite.
DG didn't want to laugh, but the look on Azkadellia's face was hilarious. "That's disgusting," Az managed and reached for her drink.
"Oh, that lemonade's strong," DG warned.
~*~
Hank was driving the girls, and their purchases, home from the mall when DG spotted the lights of the stadium. "Popsicle," she said, pointing toward the school. He pulled into the parking lot and DG climbed out of the truck. "Come on, Az," she waved. As Azkadellia slid across the seat of the pickup, DG nodded to Hank.
"Go on ahead, Popsicle." She knew he wanted to get back to the house, as Emily was waiting dinner.
“You sure?" he asked, inclining his head toward Az.
"Absolutely," DG nodded. Hank knew that she was quite capable of getting back home, and he was fairly certain that, if anyone did try something with Az, DG would make them wish they hadn't. DG caught her sister's arm and pulled her up the hill, where they would have the best view of the field.
"He's leaving us?" Az asked, trying to hide the panic in her voice.
"You gotta stop worrying, sis," DG sighed. She realized that it probably wasn't a habit Az could just turn off. She'd had fifteen years of paranoia, but at least she'd been on familiar ground.
Right now, Az was putting all her faith in a complete stranger.
~*~
"No, I will not!" Az shouted.
"Yes, you will," DG shouted back, just a bit louder than her sister.
"I don't want to!"
"Well, I do!"
"Then you go!"
"I'm not gonna just leave you here," DG snapped, waving an arm toward the grassy field.
"I’m not going to get lost, DG," Az groaned. "Look," she said, taking a deep breath, "I appreciate you trying, here, Deeg, really. I've put on these clothes, I've tried your food, I watched those boys chase the ball-" she waved toward the high school's football field below.
DG huffed and locked her arms around Az’s, picking her up from the ground. "What are you doing?!" Az shrieked.
"We're bonding, damnit," DG snapped and tightened her arms around her sisters'.
"Put me down!"
"Not until you agree to mini golf!" DG shouted back, still moving along the path toward the parking lot.
"I order you to put me down, right now!" Az spat out, every inch a princess. DG laughed out loud.
"How many times has that one worked for ya, where I'm involved?" Az stopped kicking her legs and let herself fall to dead weight on her sister’s back.
"None."
"Mini golf?" DG grinned.
~*~
"This has no merit, whatsoever," Az stated with a huff. DG looked up from the neon pink golf ball and shook her head.
"You sound like Cain," DG laughed and looked back to the fake grass. Giving the putter a swing, DG watched as the ball took off around the curve, bounced off the decorative edge and zipped right past the hole. Groaning, DG spun around and sighed heavily. "Your turn."
Az rolled her eyes and moved over to the spot DG had just occupied. DG set the dark green golf ball down and stepped back. "Six times, this hasn't worked," Az said, as if DG hadn't witnessed her previous attempts.
"Only takes one," DG shrugged. "Just," she started, holding up a hand, "don't hit it so hard. It's already going downhill," she added, pointing to the hole at the other end. Az shrugged and glanced from the hole to the ball and back to the hole.
She really didn't understand the point of this activity, but DG was set on all thirty-six holes.
Az held her breath, swung and both girls watched as the green ball zipped down the incline, bounced off the edging and dropped into the cup.
~*~
DG handed the clubs to the attendant while Az watched the folks on twelve try to get past the windmill. "Az," she called. Az turned her head, but kept watching as the last of the group aimed and missed. DG moved to her side. "Hey, you ready to go?"
The sun had set about half an hour before they'd finished and DG didn't want to cut through the field in the dark. She'd called Popsicle when they reached twenty and he was due any minute. Az shivered slightly and was glad DG had suggested the jacket, as well as the scarf. "Did you have a good day?" DG asked, giving Az a smile.
Az did have to admit that, for as much as they had argued all afternoon, she had a rather interesting day. "It's a day I won't forget," she nodded and hooked her arm around DG's. DG smiled and pulled Az toward the exit.
"You had a corn dog, you watched football... you showed leg," she teased. Az rolled her eyes, stopping as they passed the door inside.
"That drum-thing," she nodded. "Can I have another one?"
DG smiled at the childlike-fascination Az had for the Drumstick. "Absolutely."