Tin Man Fic: Quadling Love Medley 4/4
Title: Quadling Love Medley (title taken from ''Elephant Love Medley' from Moulin Rouge)
Author: gatechic
Rating: R
Characters: Travis, Isabelle, the Mystic Man (sort of), mention of Ahamo, mention of the Evil Witch (Singra), and some more OCs.
Summary: Pre-pre-series. This is a typical story of unrequited love.
Words: 2,281
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. This is me, paying tribute to the mini-series that caught my attention. Like the other writers who kept L. Frank Baum's world of Oz alive with new and imaginative characters and stories, I'm doing the same in my own way.
A/N: This is another entry to the tm_challenge Seasonal Challenge 03. My card can be found here. Oh yes, about the timeline, I didn't have time to worry about the timeline. I tossed it out the window. Pretend this takes place over a year.
Part 1||Part 2||Part 3
After seeing the opera for the hundredth time, okay, it wasn’t the hundredth time, but it sure did seem like it and it went by agonizingly slow this time, even though no new scenes or songs were added. With five minutes to go, he told his parents he needed to use the restroom, they shook their heads, irritated at their sons impeccable timing.
Travis rushed out and headed downstairs. With five minutes to go, the doormen weren’t all that concerned with people sneaking in. While the doorman wasn’t looking, Travis passed by him, quickly and quietly, he opened the door, thanking the gods above it didn’t squeak like Missus Carleton’s screen door. It’s Central City, there are no tired old doors that make sounds like a baby’s toy.
By the time he was in position, the opera was over, cast made their bows, the Mystic Man left the Royal Box and now was his chance. He pushed past people leaving while he was the only one entering. When he made progress going forwards, some large man pushed him back. What’s that old saying, ‘Take one step forward, two steps back’. Travis was the living example of that right now.
Like a bull charging, Travis pressed forward despite the squawking sounds of annoyed people telling him he’s going the wrong way. His efforts paid off when he found himself face to face with Isbelle.
The Mystic Man, now getting on in age, told his apprentice to wait for him. He needed to return to the box to retrieve the gloves he left behind. His memory wasn’t what it used to be. The apprentice, a young man by the name of Theodore Hosler, offered to find them, but the Mystic Man waved his hand tersely. Hosler rolled his eyes. His patience with the elder Mystic Man was taking a watervator out of town. He promised that when he reached the golden annuals, he won’t be such a curmudgeon.
He could have sent his young apprentice with the faster legs, but he didn’t want to admit that time had defeated him. When he was younger, which now seems like a hundred annuals ago, he helped his aging parents with chores and what not. Now, he hated the idea that it was time for someone to take care of him, it made him feel - old. He cursed Father Time with each step he took.
The Mystic Man paused to rest at the top of the stairs, propping himself against the wall. A light caught his eyes and he glanced down at his walking cane. The green bulp began to glow. He raised his cane up and a smile spread across his face. “What do you want to show me?” he said to the emerald encased inside the green-glass bulb. A voice broke the silence and he entered the Royal Box.
To his surprise, there was a young man on stage and a young woman fretfully waving her arms about as if she were a two-sided windmill.
“You crazy, Countrsider, get down from there,” she said to Travis, her demanding tone putting a smile on his face. That damn smile of his; how she wants to slap that smile off his face, but his smile, so warm and sexy. What the hell am I thinking?
The father of the south will come, a voice from the Mystic Man’s past whispered in his ear. “Countrysider?” he murmured curiously to the empty box. He glanced around the stage and wondered where all the stagehands were. They should be cleaning up and walking about. This was definitely fascinating.
“I’m going to shout it, Isabelle; I’m going to shout it so loud that it’ll cause a wave to travel over the deadly sands like the wind on a lake. They’ll hear it in Ev and it’ll shake the mountains in the Dominion of the Nome King, causing them to crumble on his kingdom,” Travis said, spreading his legs and swaying back and forth as if getting ready to tackle a steer.
“Don’t you dare, Travis Cain,” she said, waving a warning-finger at him. She should know by now, you can’t dare Travis Cain and expect him to back down. He’ll do it just out of spite, to show he can or is willing to at least try.
“Cain. I must remember that name,” the Mystic Man said, making a mental note.
“Here it goes,” Travis leaned backwards, threw his head back, formed a cone around his mouth with his hands, and yelled, “I love you, Isabelle Allen!”
She turned, huffing angrily, and then turned to face Travis again who had a big smile on his face. “Isabelle, let me rescue you, let me be your hero.” Inwardly, he groaned and mentally slapped himself for allowing the words to rush out without first checking to make sure he didn’t sound like an idiot.
“The only rescuing I need is from you,” she said as her arms in front of her, glaring as she did so.
“You’re right, you’re a strong woman who doesn’t need rescuing. Izzy, you and I, together, we can make something magical happen. I know it!” Now he knows he’s in love, his mouth is not listening to his head as he keeps saying the craziest things. When did he become so maudlin in his words, he wasn’t drunk?
“You’re a crazy fool, you know that?” she said to him, but he smiled brightly. “What are you smiling about?”
“I’ve gone from a Countrysider to a fool,” he pointed his finger at her, “I’m making progress,” he said smugly with a sage nod.
Annoyed, she shook her head, “It wasn’t meant as a compliment, Travis. You’re babbling like a man who needs medication.” She wanted to walk away, but everywhere she went, there he was, following her like a duckling after its mother.
“If I’m such a madman, then why are you still here, listening?”
She begins to bristle at his words and then shifts her stance when his words sink in. Damn him. She began to question herself, confused by her emotions and thoughts. She watched him as he stood there, waiting for her answer that she didn’t have. Why was she still there listening to the ranting of a love-sick boy? In that moment gazing at him on that stage, dressed in his tuxedo, her mind protested the desire of her heart, that fluttery feeling in her stomach, and the ache in her sex. Her mind was seriously outnumbered and losing this battle of wills.
‘You’re following your head, Belle, try following your heart.’ Isabelle heard her sister’s voice in her ear as if she was standing next to her.
Travis caught her gaze and held it. She wasn’t fleeing, no harsh words came from her mouth to strike him like darts.On impulse, he jumped from the stage into the orchestra pit. He made his way through the maze of chairs and music stands. “You are a crazy fool,” she mumbled to herself. She watched him walk up the stairs to the main floor of the theater.
She stood frozen as he approached her. Damnit feet, move! Her mind commanded, but her heart was stronger and kept her feet firmly in place. Travis cupped her face and moved in slowly. Her eyes glanced into his eyes, mesmerized. His hands, surprisingly, were not that rough or callused as she thought. They were gentle and felt like a blanket warmed by the fire in the hearth on her skin. His lips parted slightly as they touched hers.
She thought she would recoil when he pulled away, but she didn’t. His lips were soft and they spoke her name in a way that she had never heard before. Her chest rose high and fell sharply with every breath she took. The heart inside her that once wanted nothing to do with him, fluttered. That feeling in her stomach she felt in the dream she had, returned.
When she didn’t slap him, he pulled her close for another more passionate kiss. Testing these new uncertain waters, his tongue pushed lightly at her closed lips. She gave him permission by moving her lips apart. Only in his dreams did he imagine this scene and it was better than his mind could ever imagine. Their tongues danced, tasted, moved across lips. Her fingers sprayed out and moved through his hair.
Upstairs in the Royal Booth, the Mystic Man smiled. If the prophecy had anything to do with this couple, whatever path destiny would take them, he would have to keep an eye on the young man. Tonight, after returning home, he needed to add some entries to his journal that will one day, be passed on to his apprentice. Giving the couple one last smile, he mentally wished them well, turned, and left the Royal booth, leaving his gloves behind.
The way she was reciprocating his kiss had him throbbing with desire. He wanted to taste more of the woman in his arms.
He wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of their kissing. She ached for him more than before and she could swear that her breasts swelled just a bit. His left hand moved downward, across her shoulder, down her arm until he stopped where her breast met her side. His fingers pointed as his thumb traced a pattern back and forth across the side of her breast.
She let out a little moan as they continued to kiss. He broke off, kissed the side of her mouth, then her jaw, and worked his way down her bare neck. “Travis,” she breathed deeply as his lips touched the top of her breast. Her hands went to his shoulders, pushed him back, “Travis,” she said again, and looked into his eyes apologetically.
He moved to fast and he knew it. “Sorry, you’re just so damn beautiful, I…shouldn’t have,”
She put a finger to his mouth to hush him. “I was going to say ‘Not here’.” She glanced around using her eyes to remind him that they were still in the Gale Opera House.
Travis raised his brows and nodded. Then the full meaning of her words caught up to his preoccupied-sexually focused brain. “Wait, did you say ‘not here’? You mean, you want to?”
She grasped his hand that hadn’t moved from her side and guided it to cover her breast. She looked down at his hand and then to him, she nodded.
“Are you sure? It’s kind of fast…I mean, I know I was…but I don’t want you to think…I’m not trying to rush you…only if you want to…I want it to be special…” he babbled from one thought to another without finishing a single sentence he started.
She covered her lips with his to shut him up and then she moved to whisper in his ear, “Yes.”
Her voice was so sensual, so full of desire for him, his pants tightened.
And his hand still had not left her breast.
Epilogue
Six months later, Travis and Isabelle were married on a beautiful winter day. Isabelle’s parents, reluctantly, accepted Travis’ request to marry their daughter because of their young ages. But it was very evident that they were in love. As a joke, Saige gave them a frying pan as a gift. Everyone laughed except for Chalee, she still didn’t know.
On August 17, two annuals later, as the second moon ascended in the nighttime sky, Garrett Justin Cain was born to Travis and Isabelle Cain. At that same moment, the Mystic Man passed away in Central City, peacefully in his sleep. Early the next morning, Queen Adelia of the House of Gale, ordained Theodore Hosler as the new Mystic Man.
In the land of the Munchkins, in the Western Guild, a soothsayer looked up at the second moon and recited, “To darkness, one be drawn when winter shall enfold.”
Five annuals later, on February 13, as the suns reached their highest position in the noon sky, Wyatt Joseph Cain was born to Travis and Isabelle Cain.
In the Western Guild territory of Munchkin Country, the same soothsayer looked up at the noon sky and recited these words, “One shall shine brightly as if in the heavens.”
The Mystic Man opened the journal that was left to him. ‘You will know him, when you see him,” the voice whispered inside his head. He glanced into the warming fire in the hearth for a brief moment when he saw a disfigured face of a woman, her laughter joined with the sounds of the crackling wood burning. “Be gone witch,” he said calmly and stoked the fire. He replaced the fireplace poker on the hook, sat back, and sighed. He felt as if he had the weight of the Outer Zone on his shoulders.
Twenty-one annuals later, Queen Leigha Aranda from the House of Gale and her Consort James Andrew Colson, welcomed their first child, Azkadellia Aranda. As before, the Shaman was guided to look up to the suns. “The one drawn to light has come.”
The Queen and her Consort welcome their second child four annuals later. They named her after the Great Slipper, Dorothy Gale. Her older sister, with great excitement, welcomed DG to her family.
Looking up at the moons, the Shaman announced, “The one drawn to darkness is here.”
The Mystic Man, was one of the first people to hold the newest addition to the Royal Family. “Welcome to the Outer Zone, Your Highness,” he said with a smile. Making sure that no one could hear him, he whispered, “In the heavens, when the two moons meet the two suns, good will battle evil. Be strong, Princess.”
Author: gatechic
Rating: R
Characters: Travis, Isabelle, the Mystic Man (sort of), mention of Ahamo, mention of the Evil Witch (Singra), and some more OCs.
Summary: Pre-pre-series. This is a typical story of unrequited love.
Words: 2,281
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. This is me, paying tribute to the mini-series that caught my attention. Like the other writers who kept L. Frank Baum's world of Oz alive with new and imaginative characters and stories, I'm doing the same in my own way.
A/N: This is another entry to the tm_challenge Seasonal Challenge 03. My card can be found here. Oh yes, about the timeline, I didn't have time to worry about the timeline. I tossed it out the window. Pretend this takes place over a year.
Part 1||Part 2||Part 3
After seeing the opera for the hundredth time, okay, it wasn’t the hundredth time, but it sure did seem like it and it went by agonizingly slow this time, even though no new scenes or songs were added. With five minutes to go, he told his parents he needed to use the restroom, they shook their heads, irritated at their sons impeccable timing.
Travis rushed out and headed downstairs. With five minutes to go, the doormen weren’t all that concerned with people sneaking in. While the doorman wasn’t looking, Travis passed by him, quickly and quietly, he opened the door, thanking the gods above it didn’t squeak like Missus Carleton’s screen door. It’s Central City, there are no tired old doors that make sounds like a baby’s toy.
By the time he was in position, the opera was over, cast made their bows, the Mystic Man left the Royal Box and now was his chance. He pushed past people leaving while he was the only one entering. When he made progress going forwards, some large man pushed him back. What’s that old saying, ‘Take one step forward, two steps back’. Travis was the living example of that right now.
Like a bull charging, Travis pressed forward despite the squawking sounds of annoyed people telling him he’s going the wrong way. His efforts paid off when he found himself face to face with Isbelle.
The Mystic Man, now getting on in age, told his apprentice to wait for him. He needed to return to the box to retrieve the gloves he left behind. His memory wasn’t what it used to be. The apprentice, a young man by the name of Theodore Hosler, offered to find them, but the Mystic Man waved his hand tersely. Hosler rolled his eyes. His patience with the elder Mystic Man was taking a watervator out of town. He promised that when he reached the golden annuals, he won’t be such a curmudgeon.
He could have sent his young apprentice with the faster legs, but he didn’t want to admit that time had defeated him. When he was younger, which now seems like a hundred annuals ago, he helped his aging parents with chores and what not. Now, he hated the idea that it was time for someone to take care of him, it made him feel - old. He cursed Father Time with each step he took.
The Mystic Man paused to rest at the top of the stairs, propping himself against the wall. A light caught his eyes and he glanced down at his walking cane. The green bulp began to glow. He raised his cane up and a smile spread across his face. “What do you want to show me?” he said to the emerald encased inside the green-glass bulb. A voice broke the silence and he entered the Royal Box.
To his surprise, there was a young man on stage and a young woman fretfully waving her arms about as if she were a two-sided windmill.
“You crazy, Countrsider, get down from there,” she said to Travis, her demanding tone putting a smile on his face. That damn smile of his; how she wants to slap that smile off his face, but his smile, so warm and sexy. What the hell am I thinking?
The father of the south will come, a voice from the Mystic Man’s past whispered in his ear. “Countrysider?” he murmured curiously to the empty box. He glanced around the stage and wondered where all the stagehands were. They should be cleaning up and walking about. This was definitely fascinating.
“I’m going to shout it, Isabelle; I’m going to shout it so loud that it’ll cause a wave to travel over the deadly sands like the wind on a lake. They’ll hear it in Ev and it’ll shake the mountains in the Dominion of the Nome King, causing them to crumble on his kingdom,” Travis said, spreading his legs and swaying back and forth as if getting ready to tackle a steer.
“Don’t you dare, Travis Cain,” she said, waving a warning-finger at him. She should know by now, you can’t dare Travis Cain and expect him to back down. He’ll do it just out of spite, to show he can or is willing to at least try.
“Cain. I must remember that name,” the Mystic Man said, making a mental note.
“Here it goes,” Travis leaned backwards, threw his head back, formed a cone around his mouth with his hands, and yelled, “I love you, Isabelle Allen!”
She turned, huffing angrily, and then turned to face Travis again who had a big smile on his face. “Isabelle, let me rescue you, let me be your hero.” Inwardly, he groaned and mentally slapped himself for allowing the words to rush out without first checking to make sure he didn’t sound like an idiot.
“The only rescuing I need is from you,” she said as her arms in front of her, glaring as she did so.
“You’re right, you’re a strong woman who doesn’t need rescuing. Izzy, you and I, together, we can make something magical happen. I know it!” Now he knows he’s in love, his mouth is not listening to his head as he keeps saying the craziest things. When did he become so maudlin in his words, he wasn’t drunk?
“You’re a crazy fool, you know that?” she said to him, but he smiled brightly. “What are you smiling about?”
“I’ve gone from a Countrysider to a fool,” he pointed his finger at her, “I’m making progress,” he said smugly with a sage nod.
Annoyed, she shook her head, “It wasn’t meant as a compliment, Travis. You’re babbling like a man who needs medication.” She wanted to walk away, but everywhere she went, there he was, following her like a duckling after its mother.
“If I’m such a madman, then why are you still here, listening?”
She begins to bristle at his words and then shifts her stance when his words sink in. Damn him. She began to question herself, confused by her emotions and thoughts. She watched him as he stood there, waiting for her answer that she didn’t have. Why was she still there listening to the ranting of a love-sick boy? In that moment gazing at him on that stage, dressed in his tuxedo, her mind protested the desire of her heart, that fluttery feeling in her stomach, and the ache in her sex. Her mind was seriously outnumbered and losing this battle of wills.
‘You’re following your head, Belle, try following your heart.’ Isabelle heard her sister’s voice in her ear as if she was standing next to her.
Travis caught her gaze and held it. She wasn’t fleeing, no harsh words came from her mouth to strike him like darts.On impulse, he jumped from the stage into the orchestra pit. He made his way through the maze of chairs and music stands. “You are a crazy fool,” she mumbled to herself. She watched him walk up the stairs to the main floor of the theater.
She stood frozen as he approached her. Damnit feet, move! Her mind commanded, but her heart was stronger and kept her feet firmly in place. Travis cupped her face and moved in slowly. Her eyes glanced into his eyes, mesmerized. His hands, surprisingly, were not that rough or callused as she thought. They were gentle and felt like a blanket warmed by the fire in the hearth on her skin. His lips parted slightly as they touched hers.
She thought she would recoil when he pulled away, but she didn’t. His lips were soft and they spoke her name in a way that she had never heard before. Her chest rose high and fell sharply with every breath she took. The heart inside her that once wanted nothing to do with him, fluttered. That feeling in her stomach she felt in the dream she had, returned.
When she didn’t slap him, he pulled her close for another more passionate kiss. Testing these new uncertain waters, his tongue pushed lightly at her closed lips. She gave him permission by moving her lips apart. Only in his dreams did he imagine this scene and it was better than his mind could ever imagine. Their tongues danced, tasted, moved across lips. Her fingers sprayed out and moved through his hair.
Upstairs in the Royal Booth, the Mystic Man smiled. If the prophecy had anything to do with this couple, whatever path destiny would take them, he would have to keep an eye on the young man. Tonight, after returning home, he needed to add some entries to his journal that will one day, be passed on to his apprentice. Giving the couple one last smile, he mentally wished them well, turned, and left the Royal booth, leaving his gloves behind.
The way she was reciprocating his kiss had him throbbing with desire. He wanted to taste more of the woman in his arms.
He wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of their kissing. She ached for him more than before and she could swear that her breasts swelled just a bit. His left hand moved downward, across her shoulder, down her arm until he stopped where her breast met her side. His fingers pointed as his thumb traced a pattern back and forth across the side of her breast.
She let out a little moan as they continued to kiss. He broke off, kissed the side of her mouth, then her jaw, and worked his way down her bare neck. “Travis,” she breathed deeply as his lips touched the top of her breast. Her hands went to his shoulders, pushed him back, “Travis,” she said again, and looked into his eyes apologetically.
He moved to fast and he knew it. “Sorry, you’re just so damn beautiful, I…shouldn’t have,”
She put a finger to his mouth to hush him. “I was going to say ‘Not here’.” She glanced around using her eyes to remind him that they were still in the Gale Opera House.
Travis raised his brows and nodded. Then the full meaning of her words caught up to his preoccupied-sexually focused brain. “Wait, did you say ‘not here’? You mean, you want to?”
She grasped his hand that hadn’t moved from her side and guided it to cover her breast. She looked down at his hand and then to him, she nodded.
“Are you sure? It’s kind of fast…I mean, I know I was…but I don’t want you to think…I’m not trying to rush you…only if you want to…I want it to be special…” he babbled from one thought to another without finishing a single sentence he started.
She covered her lips with his to shut him up and then she moved to whisper in his ear, “Yes.”
Her voice was so sensual, so full of desire for him, his pants tightened.
And his hand still had not left her breast.
Epilogue
Six months later, Travis and Isabelle were married on a beautiful winter day. Isabelle’s parents, reluctantly, accepted Travis’ request to marry their daughter because of their young ages. But it was very evident that they were in love. As a joke, Saige gave them a frying pan as a gift. Everyone laughed except for Chalee, she still didn’t know.
On August 17, two annuals later, as the second moon ascended in the nighttime sky, Garrett Justin Cain was born to Travis and Isabelle Cain. At that same moment, the Mystic Man passed away in Central City, peacefully in his sleep. Early the next morning, Queen Adelia of the House of Gale, ordained Theodore Hosler as the new Mystic Man.
In the land of the Munchkins, in the Western Guild, a soothsayer looked up at the second moon and recited, “To darkness, one be drawn when winter shall enfold.”
Five annuals later, on February 13, as the suns reached their highest position in the noon sky, Wyatt Joseph Cain was born to Travis and Isabelle Cain.
In the Western Guild territory of Munchkin Country, the same soothsayer looked up at the noon sky and recited these words, “One shall shine brightly as if in the heavens.”
The Mystic Man opened the journal that was left to him. ‘You will know him, when you see him,” the voice whispered inside his head. He glanced into the warming fire in the hearth for a brief moment when he saw a disfigured face of a woman, her laughter joined with the sounds of the crackling wood burning. “Be gone witch,” he said calmly and stoked the fire. He replaced the fireplace poker on the hook, sat back, and sighed. He felt as if he had the weight of the Outer Zone on his shoulders.
Twenty-one annuals later, Queen Leigha Aranda from the House of Gale and her Consort James Andrew Colson, welcomed their first child, Azkadellia Aranda. As before, the Shaman was guided to look up to the suns. “The one drawn to light has come.”
The Queen and her Consort welcome their second child four annuals later. They named her after the Great Slipper, Dorothy Gale. Her older sister, with great excitement, welcomed DG to her family.
Looking up at the moons, the Shaman announced, “The one drawn to darkness is here.”
The Mystic Man, was one of the first people to hold the newest addition to the Royal Family. “Welcome to the Outer Zone, Your Highness,” he said with a smile. Making sure that no one could hear him, he whispered, “In the heavens, when the two moons meet the two suns, good will battle evil. Be strong, Princess.”