Tin Man/Medical Investigations: Alchemy 25/?
Title: Alchemy Part 25
Author: KLCtheBookWormklcthebookworm
Characters/Pairings: Wyatt Cain/DG, and Lord Vandervort
Rating: G
Summary: A mysterious illness suddenly puts DG in charge and she seeks help where no one in the O.Z. expected her to.Disclaimer: Own nothing, but I would take really good care of it if it needs a new home.
Warnings: Set about an annual after the miniseries. Set after the last episode of Medical Investigations.
Note: Written for the TM-Challengetm-challenge Big Damn Fic Prompt Table 4. Prompt: Universe
Words: 675
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty
Part Twenty-One
Part Twenty-Two
Part Twenty-Three
Part Twenty-Four
Alchemy
Part Twenty-Five
The parlor Glitch had found wasn’t too bad. She was sure she could undo the spell that bricked up the windows if she needed to. And if Lord Vandervort kept leaning closer to her, it may happen sooner than anticipated.
"Surely, you can agree it is vital, your Majesty?" His green eyes gleamed as he looked at her.
Before she could answer, someone knocked on the door and opened it before they finished knocking. "DG," Cain started then glared at Lord Vandervort, "I need to speak with you. Alone."
She put on a big smile for Lord Vandervort even though her stomach had dropped past the basement of this manor house. "I’ll look over these proposals and get back with you."
"Proposals!" Cain moved further into the room with both hands curled into fists.
Lord Vandervort stood and fixed Cain with an icy stare. "For changes to the University at Shiz. Surely, you can agree that this crisis has shown how we need educated alchemists?" He bowed to DG. "I await your word, your Majesty." He stalked out, shutting the door behind him.
"Intense much, Cain?" DG tried to breathe but her lungs weren’t cooperating to their fullest.
"I don’t like him and I don’t like him in your lap." He scowled at the door.
DG sighed and set the papers aside. Cain would get to his point and it would probably be exactly what she didn’t want to talk about.
He shook off his displeasure and looked back at her. "We need to talk about what happened this morning."
"Look Cain, it’s been an emotional wrecking week. Can we just agree to never let it happen again?"
"No, I’m not saying that."
"Why do you have to make everything so difficult! It’s not that hard, repeat after me: ‘It’s been an emotional week and it won’t happen again.’"
"I want it to happen again."
First her lungs, and now her ears. She couldn’t have heard that right. "In general or with me?"
"With you." He smiled in amused affection.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She felt her cheeks heat up as she stared up at Cain. It was Cain; she latched onto his scarred eyebrow for identification.
He sat down next to her. "You knocked me off the speech I had. I better cover the important parts regardless. The Zone doesn’t have wedding rings like the Other Side does." Her glance down at his left hand wasn’t as subtle as she was trying for. "I took it off when Miss Rossi said that could be the problem."
"But I’ve seen other couples wearing them, my parents."
"When your parents got married, there were big write-ups in all the papers. The one Adora kept was about the Slipper custom of married couples having a set of rings, something Ahamo insisted on adding to the royal ceremony." He chuckled. "She thought it was so romantic and would usually mention once on our anniversary and her birthday. I finally got enough money together to buy a set when I joined the Mystic Man’s protection detail. It made her so happy." He shook his head ruefully. "But nobody told me there were rules associated with the thing until Miss Rossi all but accused me of cheating on Adora with you."
DG twined her fingers together as her cheeks burned hotter. She stared at her hands in her laps. "I’m such an idiot."
"No, you’re not." He tugged one of her hands free and held it, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. "All you did was put my feelings ahead of your own."
"Yeah, but I would have put your feelings ahead of my own all the way down the aisle with the wrong guy."
Cain’s other hand cupped her cheek and turned her face to his. "I would never have let it go that far." He drew her closer for a kiss.
And she felt the scales of the universe tipped to her favor instead of against her with that kiss.
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