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Fic: Party Pooper
Title: Party Pooper
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain and Az (mention of the whole gang)
Rating: G
Summary: The party is for her, but she doesn't want to go
Warning: post-series *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #8 at writerverse. Prompt: Crimson, Wit, and Door; paired with a prompt of Cain and Az and the first day of summer, at the request of rissy_james. Happy Birthday!
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.
Az sat in the library, in one of the high-back, deep red armchairs. There was a book open in her lap, though she wasn't reading it. Her gaze was locked on the wall, just below the window. She had moved to the seat to get away from the window, and the view below, where DG was setting up a party.
Seeing the happiness in group below - her sister, their parents, her sister's friends - didn't bother her, but Az didn't feel like any of it should extend to herself. She didn't understand how DG was so easy to forgive what she had done, nor her parents.
Even the people of the Outer Zone were fairly ambivalent to her actions.
Maybe that was because her mother had regained the throne and, with all the Vapors the Sorceress had been pumping into the city, none of them really noticed the regime change in the first place.
Still, Az remembered.
And, if no one else would blame her, Az would have to do it herself.
Days of confining herself to the upper levels, meals being taken in her room, and generally avoiding anyone. Her sister tried to get Az to be more social, but their mother would tell the younger girl that Az would know when she was ready.
"You gonna sit up here and mope all day?" The gruff voice made her snap back to reality, and Az turned to see Cain standing in the doorway.
"Probably," she replied, turning back and looking at the open book. Her eyes moved away from the page, though she didn't look back to the door. "Are you just going to stand there and be menacing?" she asked a moment later, trying to add a little snap to her tone.
Cain fought a smile before glancing into the hallway. "You know she put together this party for you."
"After I asked her not to," Az replied, making a show of turning the page. When no response came, Az glanced up, surprised to see the doorway was empty. A second later, she jumped when Cain's arm came around her left side and took the book from her. "My sister was right," she snapped, "we should put a bell on you."
Cain said nothing as he set the book on the side table and reached for her elbow. "Up," he ordered. Az glared at him, but it was clear Cain wasn't scared of her.
"I don't want to go!" she insisted as he led her toward the doorway.
"Neither do I, Princess," Cain replied. "But it means a lot to your sister, so you're going to go down there, slap on a smile, and pretend to have a good time." As they reached the hallway, he added: "Trust me, it gets easier to do, the more you try it."
"I hate you," she grumbled.
"It's all part of my charm," he dead-panned. "Who knows, Princess. You might just end up enjoying yourself."
"Unlikely. I hate sunlight."
"No, you don't," Cain countered. "The Sorceress hated sunlight and that's just what's left of her rumblin' in your head."
Az made a face and huffed again, not fighting him as he led her to the staircase. "I still hate you."
"Only because you know I'm right," he replied.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain and Az (mention of the whole gang)
Rating: G
Summary: The party is for her, but she doesn't want to go
Warning: post-series *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #8 at writerverse. Prompt: Crimson, Wit, and Door; paired with a prompt of Cain and Az and the first day of summer, at the request of rissy_james. Happy Birthday!
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.
Az sat in the library, in one of the high-back, deep red armchairs. There was a book open in her lap, though she wasn't reading it. Her gaze was locked on the wall, just below the window. She had moved to the seat to get away from the window, and the view below, where DG was setting up a party.
Seeing the happiness in group below - her sister, their parents, her sister's friends - didn't bother her, but Az didn't feel like any of it should extend to herself. She didn't understand how DG was so easy to forgive what she had done, nor her parents.
Even the people of the Outer Zone were fairly ambivalent to her actions.
Maybe that was because her mother had regained the throne and, with all the Vapors the Sorceress had been pumping into the city, none of them really noticed the regime change in the first place.
Still, Az remembered.
And, if no one else would blame her, Az would have to do it herself.
Days of confining herself to the upper levels, meals being taken in her room, and generally avoiding anyone. Her sister tried to get Az to be more social, but their mother would tell the younger girl that Az would know when she was ready.
"You gonna sit up here and mope all day?" The gruff voice made her snap back to reality, and Az turned to see Cain standing in the doorway.
"Probably," she replied, turning back and looking at the open book. Her eyes moved away from the page, though she didn't look back to the door. "Are you just going to stand there and be menacing?" she asked a moment later, trying to add a little snap to her tone.
Cain fought a smile before glancing into the hallway. "You know she put together this party for you."
"After I asked her not to," Az replied, making a show of turning the page. When no response came, Az glanced up, surprised to see the doorway was empty. A second later, she jumped when Cain's arm came around her left side and took the book from her. "My sister was right," she snapped, "we should put a bell on you."
Cain said nothing as he set the book on the side table and reached for her elbow. "Up," he ordered. Az glared at him, but it was clear Cain wasn't scared of her.
"I don't want to go!" she insisted as he led her toward the doorway.
"Neither do I, Princess," Cain replied. "But it means a lot to your sister, so you're going to go down there, slap on a smile, and pretend to have a good time." As they reached the hallway, he added: "Trust me, it gets easier to do, the more you try it."
"I hate you," she grumbled.
"It's all part of my charm," he dead-panned. "Who knows, Princess. You might just end up enjoying yourself."
"Unlikely. I hate sunlight."
"No, you don't," Cain countered. "The Sorceress hated sunlight and that's just what's left of her rumblin' in your head."
Az made a face and huffed again, not fighting him as he led her to the staircase. "I still hate you."
"Only because you know I'm right," he replied.