Fic: My Sacrifice
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Title: My Sacrifice
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairing: A bunch of people - I'm too lazy to list. This will be centered around Azkadellia and Garrett eventually.
Rating: PG 13-16
Summary: Post-series. After the events of Bad Company. The Zone is in disarray with fractions forming across the land. Will DG and the Cains be able to save the Zone from another war or will brother fight brother? One will make the ultimate sacrifice, one will get revenge, and one will heal.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Tin Man characters belong to the SciFi Channel, RHI, Steven Long Mitchell and Craig W. Van Sickle. But Travis, Isabelle and Garrett belong to me. I also borrow from L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire and Rachel R Cosgrove (Payes). This is purely for fun and I'm not making a penny off of this.
A/N: This is a WIP and full of OCs. Written for the Big Damn Prompt Table. My table, complete with the finished icons, is here. Yes, I do intend on finishing the other fics, but my muse writes what he wants to write.
Government|| Symbol, support, erase|| Heat, solid|| Bizarre|| Day|| Boot, catch/caught, tangle||Paint, granted, envelope, rock||Mythic, stripes, liquid,luck||Skull/Head
Dragon
Ian was meeting with the most wanted man in the Outer Zone, James Arden, otherwise known as Zero. Ian was once Resistance, and now he’s the self-proclaimed leader of the Separatists movement. How ironic that now he seeks the help of ex-Longcoats and is secretly meeting with the ex-General and the Sorceress’ most notorious Longcoat.
Zero sat across from Ian, watching him closely. Zero had changed his appearance slightly, but even with a beard and mustache, some easily recognized him, and those people didn’t live long enough to report him. Zero tapped the table, fully expecting Ian to refill his glass. He smiled when Ian did exactly what he wanted. These Resistance Fighters are still pathetic, he thought to himself amusingly. “So, what do you want from me exactly? I have no desire to join your group.” Zero picked up the glass, threw the contents back, and hissed as the warm amber liquid coated his throat.
“There’s word that the Royals will be moving again,” Ian started to say in a hushed tone.
Zero sat up straight and leaned forward. “Spies on the inside; still using Resistance ploys, I see.”
“It worked, didn’t it? As the story goes, you ended up in an iron suit after being fooled by a boy holding spoons.”
Zero growled, stood, and was reaching for Ian, but the other man was faster. Zero felt something pushing against his stomach; he glanced down and saw the knife. Damn Countrysiders and their hunting knives.
Ian grabbed Zero’s shirt and held him. “I can give you back some of the dignity you lost. I can deliver a Cain right into your hands, and possibly start a civil war. That is, if you want the chance to redeem yourself.” Ian pushed the knife forward putting more pressure against Zero’s stomach. “Or I can gut you right here, feed your intestines to the vultures, and send your head to the Queen. I’ll collect my reward and get someone else to do the job.”
Zero nodded and Ian released him. He learned quickly that you live to fight another day. Not to mention, getting revenge was too tasty of a morsel to pass up because of his damaged image. “Okay, I’m in. What’s the plan?”
Ian smiled as he sat back down. “The plan is to make it look like the Traditionalist drew first blood.”
Zero furrowed his brows. “How is that supposed to work when they are supporting the Royals.”
“The target is Garrett Cain.” Ian noted the further confusion on Zero’s face. “Garrett has agreed to escort Princess Azkadellia.”
Zero shook his head. “Escorting the Princess? Isn’t he a Separatist?”
Ian poured more whiskey as he explained. “Garrett isn’t a true Separatist, he still supports the Royals, but he does agree that the people should have more independent rule.” He took a drink and then continued, “He does not believe the countries should be separated like in the ancient days, he still believes in a unified Zone, and that is a belief I have a problem with. The only target is Garrett; no one would be expecting a Traditionalist to ambush the escort, but if more people die, then so be it,” Ian said, hinting that he didn’t care if more people die, which he knew would please Zero.
“You want Garrett out of the way and you want the other guys to get the blame,” he said, liking the plan the more he thinks about it. “That way, you can say they killed one of the most popular men in your ranks, you’d get sympathy and more support. And a retaliation attack,” Zero sat back, rubbing his chin. “You’d get your war.”
Ian raised his glass. “That’s the plan.”
Knob
Garrett rode up to the Tower and was stopped by the guards. When he told them his name and the Queen was expecting him, they let him through, obviously informed that he may visit. Garrett slid down from the saddle and one of the guards took the reins. Garrett couldn’t help but look up skyward, pausing to reflect on Riley being part of the workforce that built it. His family had a hand in just about everything that represented the Sorceress and her Longcoats including their eventual defeat.
“Sir,” the young guard started, “this way.”
Garrett nodded and followed the young man. He glanced around as he walked through the halls. The flags of the Sorceress were gone, replaced with flags of the Outer Zone, more lights were added, and a couple coats of paint were used to change the atmosphere. To Garrett, it was still the Tower, where his father, Viewers, and countless other people were tortured and killed including the Mystic Man. Garrett paused when he heard the cries of the spirits still roaming the halls. He glanced at guard, looking for a sign that he heard the sounds, but the guard continued walking.
Once they arrived at the double doors, the guard turned the knobs, opened the doors, and announced Garrett’s arrival.
Fancy
James and Joanna approached and invited Garrett in. An attendant took Garrett’s hat and coat. Garrett bowed, unceremoniously. He gave them an apologetic look for his clumsy bow. He wasn’t used to meeting Royals and this was only his third time meeting with the Queen, granted the last time he was in cuffs. It dawned on him that he never got a quick course on Royal etiquette.
The Queen nodded with a smile, giving him a silent approval. She was just happy he was here. “I take it you got our message?” she asked, motioning towards the sitting area.
“Yeah…um…yes, Ma’am…Your Majesty,” Garrett winced as he fumbled over his words.
The Queen smiled again and then motioned for her attendant to bring some tea. “And what is your answer?”
“Why me?”
She smiled and invited him to sit. Garrett looked down at the fancy sofa and then at his clothing. “Ma’am…Your Majesty, I traveled for many days and slept outside for most of it, I’m not exactly clean,” he said, slightly narrowing his eyes.
She waved her hand. “Sit, please, its okay.”
Garrett pursed his lips and then nodded. “Okay,” he said, sighing heavily as he sat. The softness of the sofa felt good after sitting on a hard saddle for days.
“Now,” the Queen started, “as for your question, Azkadellia requested you. You are the only one she trusts.”
List
That he didn’t expect to hear. “Me?” he asked, leaning forward. “Your Majesty, I’m not the best person for the job.”
“We know,” the Queen said, “no offense, but we wanted your brother.”
Garrett shook his head. “No offense taken, he is more qualified than I am. Now, if you wanted cattle moved, that I can do, but this takes a highly trained person. I’m not your man.”
“You are, Mister Cain, and I won’t leave unless you’re with me. I won’t accept anyone else,” Azkadellia said, entering the room.
Garrett stood and greeted the young princess. “Your Highness,” he said, slightly bowing his head. “You would better off with Wyatt.”
“So I’ve been told, and please don’t bow to me, I don’t deserve it. I should bow to you.” Azkadellia sat next to her mother when the attendant appeared with a serving tray with the afternoon tea. They waited for the young man to leave before continuing. Azkadellia poured a cup for Garrett and handed it to him.
Gods, how he wished it was cup of whiskey. “Well, you would be better off with Wyatt. He was on the Mystic Man’s protection detail, he has experience with this sort of thing. I escort cows, not Princesses,” he said, glancing from Azkadellia to the Queen.
“I am aware of that, Mister Cain,” Azkadellia said before her mother could answer. “This isn’t about experience, it’s about trust, and you know as well as I do that there are a lot of people out there who would love to see my head at the top of a pole,” she said, lowering her head almost sounding like she expected that treatment one day. “I know who you are,” she said, raising her head, “you have a unique way with people. Just the sort of protection detail I need. Wyatt said he would help you make a list of other men that you will be in charge of.”
Garrett sat back, really wishing the cup was full whiskey. “I reckon I don’t have a choice.”
“You do, Mister Cain, but we,” the Queen said, taking Azkadellia’s hand, “would be forever grateful if you accepted.”
Garrett drew in enough air to fill his lungs to capacity. He glanced between the Royal Family, seeing Azkadellia’s pleading eyes, and then he made a face. “Ah, hell…” he said before growling deep in his throat, “alright, I accept.” Now he knew how Wyatt felt when he ended up escorting DG all over the Zone. These Princesses knew how to get the Cain boys to cooperate.
“Good!” Azkadellia jumped up from the sofa and walked over to kiss Garrett on his cheek. “I’ll start packing.” She turned and walked away, nearly skipping out of the room.
I am goin’ to regret this, he thought to himself, and then smiled at the Queen and her Consort.
“Thank you, Mister Cain, that’s the first time I’ve seen her skip,” James said.
Garrett looked at him and smiled. This is just great, he thought, keeping his smile.
Title: My Sacrifice
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairing: A bunch of people - I'm too lazy to list. This will be centered around Azkadellia and Garrett eventually.
Rating: PG 13-16
Summary: Post-series. After the events of Bad Company. The Zone is in disarray with fractions forming across the land. Will DG and the Cains be able to save the Zone from another war or will brother fight brother? One will make the ultimate sacrifice, one will get revenge, and one will heal.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: Tin Man characters belong to the SciFi Channel, RHI, Steven Long Mitchell and Craig W. Van Sickle. But Travis, Isabelle and Garrett belong to me. I also borrow from L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire and Rachel R Cosgrove (Payes). This is purely for fun and I'm not making a penny off of this.
A/N: This is a WIP and full of OCs. Written for the Big Damn Prompt Table. My table, complete with the finished icons, is here. Yes, I do intend on finishing the other fics, but my muse writes what he wants to write.
Government|| Symbol, support, erase|| Heat, solid|| Bizarre|| Day|| Boot, catch/caught, tangle||Paint, granted, envelope, rock||Mythic, stripes, liquid,luck||Skull/Head
Dragon
Ian was meeting with the most wanted man in the Outer Zone, James Arden, otherwise known as Zero. Ian was once Resistance, and now he’s the self-proclaimed leader of the Separatists movement. How ironic that now he seeks the help of ex-Longcoats and is secretly meeting with the ex-General and the Sorceress’ most notorious Longcoat.
Zero sat across from Ian, watching him closely. Zero had changed his appearance slightly, but even with a beard and mustache, some easily recognized him, and those people didn’t live long enough to report him. Zero tapped the table, fully expecting Ian to refill his glass. He smiled when Ian did exactly what he wanted. These Resistance Fighters are still pathetic, he thought to himself amusingly. “So, what do you want from me exactly? I have no desire to join your group.” Zero picked up the glass, threw the contents back, and hissed as the warm amber liquid coated his throat.
“There’s word that the Royals will be moving again,” Ian started to say in a hushed tone.
Zero sat up straight and leaned forward. “Spies on the inside; still using Resistance ploys, I see.”
“It worked, didn’t it? As the story goes, you ended up in an iron suit after being fooled by a boy holding spoons.”
Zero growled, stood, and was reaching for Ian, but the other man was faster. Zero felt something pushing against his stomach; he glanced down and saw the knife. Damn Countrysiders and their hunting knives.
Ian grabbed Zero’s shirt and held him. “I can give you back some of the dignity you lost. I can deliver a Cain right into your hands, and possibly start a civil war. That is, if you want the chance to redeem yourself.” Ian pushed the knife forward putting more pressure against Zero’s stomach. “Or I can gut you right here, feed your intestines to the vultures, and send your head to the Queen. I’ll collect my reward and get someone else to do the job.”
Zero nodded and Ian released him. He learned quickly that you live to fight another day. Not to mention, getting revenge was too tasty of a morsel to pass up because of his damaged image. “Okay, I’m in. What’s the plan?”
Ian smiled as he sat back down. “The plan is to make it look like the Traditionalist drew first blood.”
Zero furrowed his brows. “How is that supposed to work when they are supporting the Royals.”
“The target is Garrett Cain.” Ian noted the further confusion on Zero’s face. “Garrett has agreed to escort Princess Azkadellia.”
Zero shook his head. “Escorting the Princess? Isn’t he a Separatist?”
Ian poured more whiskey as he explained. “Garrett isn’t a true Separatist, he still supports the Royals, but he does agree that the people should have more independent rule.” He took a drink and then continued, “He does not believe the countries should be separated like in the ancient days, he still believes in a unified Zone, and that is a belief I have a problem with. The only target is Garrett; no one would be expecting a Traditionalist to ambush the escort, but if more people die, then so be it,” Ian said, hinting that he didn’t care if more people die, which he knew would please Zero.
“You want Garrett out of the way and you want the other guys to get the blame,” he said, liking the plan the more he thinks about it. “That way, you can say they killed one of the most popular men in your ranks, you’d get sympathy and more support. And a retaliation attack,” Zero sat back, rubbing his chin. “You’d get your war.”
Ian raised his glass. “That’s the plan.”
Knob
Garrett rode up to the Tower and was stopped by the guards. When he told them his name and the Queen was expecting him, they let him through, obviously informed that he may visit. Garrett slid down from the saddle and one of the guards took the reins. Garrett couldn’t help but look up skyward, pausing to reflect on Riley being part of the workforce that built it. His family had a hand in just about everything that represented the Sorceress and her Longcoats including their eventual defeat.
“Sir,” the young guard started, “this way.”
Garrett nodded and followed the young man. He glanced around as he walked through the halls. The flags of the Sorceress were gone, replaced with flags of the Outer Zone, more lights were added, and a couple coats of paint were used to change the atmosphere. To Garrett, it was still the Tower, where his father, Viewers, and countless other people were tortured and killed including the Mystic Man. Garrett paused when he heard the cries of the spirits still roaming the halls. He glanced at guard, looking for a sign that he heard the sounds, but the guard continued walking.
Once they arrived at the double doors, the guard turned the knobs, opened the doors, and announced Garrett’s arrival.
Fancy
James and Joanna approached and invited Garrett in. An attendant took Garrett’s hat and coat. Garrett bowed, unceremoniously. He gave them an apologetic look for his clumsy bow. He wasn’t used to meeting Royals and this was only his third time meeting with the Queen, granted the last time he was in cuffs. It dawned on him that he never got a quick course on Royal etiquette.
The Queen nodded with a smile, giving him a silent approval. She was just happy he was here. “I take it you got our message?” she asked, motioning towards the sitting area.
“Yeah…um…yes, Ma’am…Your Majesty,” Garrett winced as he fumbled over his words.
The Queen smiled again and then motioned for her attendant to bring some tea. “And what is your answer?”
“Why me?”
She smiled and invited him to sit. Garrett looked down at the fancy sofa and then at his clothing. “Ma’am…Your Majesty, I traveled for many days and slept outside for most of it, I’m not exactly clean,” he said, slightly narrowing his eyes.
She waved her hand. “Sit, please, its okay.”
Garrett pursed his lips and then nodded. “Okay,” he said, sighing heavily as he sat. The softness of the sofa felt good after sitting on a hard saddle for days.
“Now,” the Queen started, “as for your question, Azkadellia requested you. You are the only one she trusts.”
List
That he didn’t expect to hear. “Me?” he asked, leaning forward. “Your Majesty, I’m not the best person for the job.”
“We know,” the Queen said, “no offense, but we wanted your brother.”
Garrett shook his head. “No offense taken, he is more qualified than I am. Now, if you wanted cattle moved, that I can do, but this takes a highly trained person. I’m not your man.”
“You are, Mister Cain, and I won’t leave unless you’re with me. I won’t accept anyone else,” Azkadellia said, entering the room.
Garrett stood and greeted the young princess. “Your Highness,” he said, slightly bowing his head. “You would better off with Wyatt.”
“So I’ve been told, and please don’t bow to me, I don’t deserve it. I should bow to you.” Azkadellia sat next to her mother when the attendant appeared with a serving tray with the afternoon tea. They waited for the young man to leave before continuing. Azkadellia poured a cup for Garrett and handed it to him.
Gods, how he wished it was cup of whiskey. “Well, you would be better off with Wyatt. He was on the Mystic Man’s protection detail, he has experience with this sort of thing. I escort cows, not Princesses,” he said, glancing from Azkadellia to the Queen.
“I am aware of that, Mister Cain,” Azkadellia said before her mother could answer. “This isn’t about experience, it’s about trust, and you know as well as I do that there are a lot of people out there who would love to see my head at the top of a pole,” she said, lowering her head almost sounding like she expected that treatment one day. “I know who you are,” she said, raising her head, “you have a unique way with people. Just the sort of protection detail I need. Wyatt said he would help you make a list of other men that you will be in charge of.”
Garrett sat back, really wishing the cup was full whiskey. “I reckon I don’t have a choice.”
“You do, Mister Cain, but we,” the Queen said, taking Azkadellia’s hand, “would be forever grateful if you accepted.”
Garrett drew in enough air to fill his lungs to capacity. He glanced between the Royal Family, seeing Azkadellia’s pleading eyes, and then he made a face. “Ah, hell…” he said before growling deep in his throat, “alright, I accept.” Now he knew how Wyatt felt when he ended up escorting DG all over the Zone. These Princesses knew how to get the Cain boys to cooperate.
“Good!” Azkadellia jumped up from the sofa and walked over to kiss Garrett on his cheek. “I’ll start packing.” She turned and walked away, nearly skipping out of the room.
I am goin’ to regret this, he thought to himself, and then smiled at the Queen and her Consort.
“Thank you, Mister Cain, that’s the first time I’ve seen her skip,” James said.
Garrett looked at him and smiled. This is just great, he thought, keeping his smile.