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Fic: The More He Drinks
Title: The More He Drinks
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Ahamo (mention of DG, Az and the Queen)
Rating: G
Summary: In the Realm, Ahamo is out of the loop.
Warning: pre-series. *Written for naturalbluicons, by way of demilos_wagon
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.
Time didn't exactly pass differently in the Realm of the Unwanted, but it was awfully hard to keep an accurate track down there. When the news from Central City did arrive, it could be anywhere from two weeks to six months old, relatively speaking. Zone-wise, he'd been there for at least twelve years, and he often wondered how much time had passed on the Other Side.
Perhaps he'd only been gone for a few hours; maybe a week. What was his mother doing? His father? His friends? Thoughts of his mother always sent his mind to thoughts of his wife, his daughters.
"Another round?" the man behind the bar asked. He didn't respond, but did nod and pushed the empty glass toward the man with the bright green liquid.
If he drank enough, maybe he wouldn't remember how much he was missing.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Ahamo (mention of DG, Az and the Queen)
Rating: G
Summary: In the Realm, Ahamo is out of the loop.
Warning: pre-series. *Written for naturalbluicons, by way of demilos_wagon
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.
Time didn't exactly pass differently in the Realm of the Unwanted, but it was awfully hard to keep an accurate track down there. When the news from Central City did arrive, it could be anywhere from two weeks to six months old, relatively speaking. Zone-wise, he'd been there for at least twelve years, and he often wondered how much time had passed on the Other Side.
Perhaps he'd only been gone for a few hours; maybe a week. What was his mother doing? His father? His friends? Thoughts of his mother always sent his mind to thoughts of his wife, his daughters.
"Another round?" the man behind the bar asked. He didn't respond, but did nod and pushed the empty glass toward the man with the bright green liquid.
If he drank enough, maybe he wouldn't remember how much he was missing.