Seasonal Challenge 03
This is the 'gift' entry and it's for erinm_4600 who mentioned 'drinking beer' in a comment and then these three random moments came to me (the other two have nothing to do with beer).
Title: Random Cain Moments
Author: me
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Adora, mention of baby Jeb, Garrett, Travis, and a few other OC's.
Word Count: 880
Summary: Garrett and Wyatt drink beer. Wyatt is impatient in the waiting room. The new sheriff of Ruby Creek deals with three would-be thieves.
A/N: My table can be found here.
Brothers
“Have you noticed the change in the air?” Garrett asked Wyatt and then took a sip of his grog.
Wyatt glanced at him sideways with a raised brow. “Yeah, it’s called ‘fall’,” he said in a tone filled with sarcasm.
Garrett snorted. “I’m not talking about that-” he held up his right hand while still holding the glass of grog and pointed towards the horizon, “-I’m talking about emotions in the air.” He glanced at Wyatt who was now looking at him as if he was crazy. Garrett’s brows arched. He had seen that look before from his brother, but at that time, it was warranted. He shook his head. “I’m fine, Wyatt, promise. But you know this is a magical land. We’ve both seen and experienced stuff that baffles the imagination. I mean, Central City is beginning to shine again. Anyway, the air, it’s different. Peace has replaced dread. If you allow yourself to feel it, you will.” He looked at Wyatt and the corners of his mouth curled upward.
“What you’re feeling could be gas,” Wyatt replied. Garrett rolled his eyes. “You’re such an ass,” Garrett added, annoyed, and then belched.
Wyatt/Adora
Wyatt couldn’t stand the wait any longer, he jumped up from his seat and began to pace. Every so often, he looked towards the doors and then to the clock on the wall. The other officers in the waiting room kept a careful eye on their fellow Tin Man, giving him words of support or putting a caring hand on his shoulder.
When about fifty seconds had passed, Wyatt grunted in frustration. “What is taking so long?”
“Easy there, partner,” Officer Daney said, placing his hands on Wyatt’s shoulder, “let’s not rush the doctors, okay?”
“I know, I know, but you’d think someone would tell me what’s going on?” Wyatt said, nervousness making his tone quiver.
Daney nodded, “They will, Wyatt.” He clapped Wyatt’s shoulders, and then moved out of the way to allow Wyatt to resume his pacing.
Sidney and Estelle arrived a few moments later and Wyatt filled them in on what he knew. Adora had been in an accident; a hit and run, and she was in surgery.
After his talk with his in-laws, Wyatt walked up to the reception desk as one of the doctors entered the waiting room. He was taken back by the presence of so many Tin Men. “Ah…Mister Cain?” he called as his eyes scanned the room.
“Yes, that’s me,” Wyatt said, waving his hand. “How is she?”
“She’s going to be fine. To save her and the baby, we had to do an emergency cesarean and then a hysterectomy. There was too much bleeding when her uterus ruptured…”
“What about the baby?” Wyatt asked quickly.
The doctor smiled. “Congratulations, you have a son and he’s fine. You’ll be able see them both in a little while.”
Officers patted Wyatt’s back, they offered their congratulations and any help he may need while Adora recuperated.
“I’m a father,” Wyatt mumbled, shocked.
Sheriff Travis Cain
“Hear you have a problem, Wade,” Travis said, pushing his hat up as he gazed at the general store owner.
Wade Clark was standing behind three young boys who looked very nervous as they gazed up to Travis and caught the light twinkly off his badge. Travis was average height, but his presence was foreboding. Most officers of the law would recommend never sitting with your back to the door, but Travis never followed that advice. He always knew when someone was coming up behind him and he was fast on the draw and most importantly, accurate. Some would say he had eyes on the back of his head.
“I caught these boys stealing some candy and a kaskana ball.”
“Candy and a kaskana ball, hmm,” Travis said rubbing his chin with a large hand - large to the three boys. “Now what in the Zone would make you three turn to a life of crime?”
“It was stupid, Sheriff, we’re sorry,” the one boy said and the other two nodded.
“Well, sorry doesn’t cut it, there’s consequences to actions. But wouldn’t it have been better to ask Mister Clark here to maybe work off the price? I’m sure you boys could sweep the floors, stock the shelves, help make deliveries, right?”
The boys nodded slowly. “I guess so,” said the second boy with very little enthusiasm in his tone.
“Yeah,” Travis sang, hearing the boy’s tone. “So, you’re saying that stealing and risking getting caught is better than honest work?”
“Well, no, Sheriff,” replied the first one again.
Travis smirked and then looked at Wade. “Well, Wade, you going to press charges or would some community service hours suit you?”
“Community service hours would be just fine, Sheriff.”
“Okay. Well, c’mon boys, let’s get you home and tell your folks,” Travis said, looking down at the young would-be thieves.
“No, Sheriff, please don’t tell our parents,” the third boy pleaded.
“Nope, no can do. Your folks need to know what you boys been doing. Now, let’s go and tomorrow you can start working here in the store until Mister Clark decides you’ve learned your lesson.” As the boys grudgingly walked past him, Travis touched the rim of his hat and smiled at Wade.
Title: Random Cain Moments
Author: me
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt/Adora, mention of baby Jeb, Garrett, Travis, and a few other OC's.
Word Count: 880
Summary: Garrett and Wyatt drink beer. Wyatt is impatient in the waiting room. The new sheriff of Ruby Creek deals with three would-be thieves.
A/N: My table can be found here.
Brothers
“Have you noticed the change in the air?” Garrett asked Wyatt and then took a sip of his grog.
Wyatt glanced at him sideways with a raised brow. “Yeah, it’s called ‘fall’,” he said in a tone filled with sarcasm.
Garrett snorted. “I’m not talking about that-” he held up his right hand while still holding the glass of grog and pointed towards the horizon, “-I’m talking about emotions in the air.” He glanced at Wyatt who was now looking at him as if he was crazy. Garrett’s brows arched. He had seen that look before from his brother, but at that time, it was warranted. He shook his head. “I’m fine, Wyatt, promise. But you know this is a magical land. We’ve both seen and experienced stuff that baffles the imagination. I mean, Central City is beginning to shine again. Anyway, the air, it’s different. Peace has replaced dread. If you allow yourself to feel it, you will.” He looked at Wyatt and the corners of his mouth curled upward.
“What you’re feeling could be gas,” Wyatt replied. Garrett rolled his eyes. “You’re such an ass,” Garrett added, annoyed, and then belched.
Wyatt/Adora
Wyatt couldn’t stand the wait any longer, he jumped up from his seat and began to pace. Every so often, he looked towards the doors and then to the clock on the wall. The other officers in the waiting room kept a careful eye on their fellow Tin Man, giving him words of support or putting a caring hand on his shoulder.
When about fifty seconds had passed, Wyatt grunted in frustration. “What is taking so long?”
“Easy there, partner,” Officer Daney said, placing his hands on Wyatt’s shoulder, “let’s not rush the doctors, okay?”
“I know, I know, but you’d think someone would tell me what’s going on?” Wyatt said, nervousness making his tone quiver.
Daney nodded, “They will, Wyatt.” He clapped Wyatt’s shoulders, and then moved out of the way to allow Wyatt to resume his pacing.
Sidney and Estelle arrived a few moments later and Wyatt filled them in on what he knew. Adora had been in an accident; a hit and run, and she was in surgery.
After his talk with his in-laws, Wyatt walked up to the reception desk as one of the doctors entered the waiting room. He was taken back by the presence of so many Tin Men. “Ah…Mister Cain?” he called as his eyes scanned the room.
“Yes, that’s me,” Wyatt said, waving his hand. “How is she?”
“She’s going to be fine. To save her and the baby, we had to do an emergency cesarean and then a hysterectomy. There was too much bleeding when her uterus ruptured…”
“What about the baby?” Wyatt asked quickly.
The doctor smiled. “Congratulations, you have a son and he’s fine. You’ll be able see them both in a little while.”
Officers patted Wyatt’s back, they offered their congratulations and any help he may need while Adora recuperated.
“I’m a father,” Wyatt mumbled, shocked.
Sheriff Travis Cain
“Hear you have a problem, Wade,” Travis said, pushing his hat up as he gazed at the general store owner.
Wade Clark was standing behind three young boys who looked very nervous as they gazed up to Travis and caught the light twinkly off his badge. Travis was average height, but his presence was foreboding. Most officers of the law would recommend never sitting with your back to the door, but Travis never followed that advice. He always knew when someone was coming up behind him and he was fast on the draw and most importantly, accurate. Some would say he had eyes on the back of his head.
“I caught these boys stealing some candy and a kaskana ball.”
“Candy and a kaskana ball, hmm,” Travis said rubbing his chin with a large hand - large to the three boys. “Now what in the Zone would make you three turn to a life of crime?”
“It was stupid, Sheriff, we’re sorry,” the one boy said and the other two nodded.
“Well, sorry doesn’t cut it, there’s consequences to actions. But wouldn’t it have been better to ask Mister Clark here to maybe work off the price? I’m sure you boys could sweep the floors, stock the shelves, help make deliveries, right?”
The boys nodded slowly. “I guess so,” said the second boy with very little enthusiasm in his tone.
“Yeah,” Travis sang, hearing the boy’s tone. “So, you’re saying that stealing and risking getting caught is better than honest work?”
“Well, no, Sheriff,” replied the first one again.
Travis smirked and then looked at Wade. “Well, Wade, you going to press charges or would some community service hours suit you?”
“Community service hours would be just fine, Sheriff.”
“Okay. Well, c’mon boys, let’s get you home and tell your folks,” Travis said, looking down at the young would-be thieves.
“No, Sheriff, please don’t tell our parents,” the third boy pleaded.
“Nope, no can do. Your folks need to know what you boys been doing. Now, let’s go and tomorrow you can start working here in the store until Mister Clark decides you’ve learned your lesson.” As the boys grudgingly walked past him, Travis touched the rim of his hat and smiled at Wade.