Crazy Train
Title: Crazy Train
Chapter: Drabbles - 1
Characters/Pairings: DG, Az, Cain, Zero
Spoilers/Warning: PG-13
Summary: Love, Life, and Lessons... Drabble style.
Disclaimer: Tin Man and all its characters belong to Sci-Fi, RHI Entertainment, NBC Universal Television. The Wizard of Oz is the property of L. Frank Baum. I'm just doing a bit of borrowing.
Author's Note: Random drabbles written to help my writer's block. They seem to be somewhat tied to my unfinished fic 'The One You're With', but that wasn't actually on purpose. There may be more, but I'm not making any promises that I can't keep. Let me know what you think.
I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance (Cain/DG)
"Cain, okay?" Raw asks, concerned. He tilts his head to the side and looks at his friend encouragingly.
Cain opens his mouth to tell Fluffy that - yes, he's perfectly find and to mind his own damn business - but quickly realizes that he can't lie to Raw anyway (well, he can but it wouldn't do any good) and closes his mouth with a disgruntled grunt. He watches DG kiss his son's cheek and shakes his head bitterly.
"No," he tells Raw. "No, I'm not okay."
I Need Some Sleep - Eels (Azkadellia)
She hasn't slept in days and, if she's perfectly honest with herself, she's sure she never will again. It's just… Well, it's just that every time she closes her eyes she sees the atrocities she's committed playing out, like a looped movie real, over and over again on the back of her eyelids.
Her father thinks she'll get better in time. Her sister thinks she should talk about it. Her mother thinks it would be better to wipe her memories altogether.
What they all agree on, though, is that she's just got to let it go.
As Azkadellia stares at her reflection in the middle of yet another sleepless night, she knows that'll never happen because, really, who could ever let that go?
Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne (Zero/Azkadellia)
He's just a lowly Tin Man with a penchant for taking the term "Bad Cop" a little too far when the whispers start. The young Princess Azkadellia, they say, is planning something - something big.
He makes his inquiries swiftly and efficiently and soon secures himself an audience with the Sorceress herself. All it takes is one look at those candy-apple-red lips and those big, doe eyes (such a delicious contradiction, if he does say so himself) and vows his lifelong loyalty right then and there. When she appraises him haughtily he returns her gaze, unflinching, and thinks, All aboard to the Crazy Train.
Happy - Leona Lewis (Cain/Azkadellia)
"You can't go."
Azkadellia stops and turns at Cain's voice. He's leaning against a doorframe and looks as calm and unconcerned as ever and it makes Azkadellia sigh softly.
"Cain, I-"
"You can't go," he reiterates as he detaches himself from the shadows of the doorway and crosses the hall to her. She leans into his touch as his fingers drag softly across the smooth skin of her cheek. Cain swallows heavily and tells her, "I don't want you to go."
A long moment goes by as Azkadellia gazes up at him. Finally, she breathes, "I don't belong here. I- I need to find my place."
"Your place is with me," Cain whispers quickly and the crack in his heart widens just that much more. "You can't go."
"I have to," Azkadellia whispers, willing him to understand. "I need to be happy. I want to be happy."
"But-"
"Come with me," she says suddenly.
"I can't."
"You can," she insists. "What else have you here but broken dreams and haunted memories? Come with me and we can begin anew."
"Az-"
"Wyatt," Azkadellia murmurs as she places her palms against his cheeks. "I just want to be happy."
Cain closes his eyes for a moment as he weighs his options. On one hand, he can stay where he is and, if he does, he fears he'll never move forward again; on the other, he can follow Azkadellia and maybe, just maybe, he'll finally find what he's been looking for.
When his decision is made, he opens his eyes and whispers to her, "Okay."
Just A Girl - No Doubt (DG)
She threads the pink ribbon through her fingers and nearly growls in frustration. She doesn't like dresses, hates having her nails done, and just doesn't do pink. No way, no how.
Yet here she is, trying to sit still as her mother's dressmaker pricks her with needles and piles what must be miles of soft, silky fabric on top of her. And to make matters worse, it's just so pink. DG's nose wrinkles in disgust as she gazes at herself in the mirror.
Sometimes she wishes she never landed in this godforsaken, live lawn-gnome inhabited country. After the initial shock-and-awe had worn off a few months ago, she'd quickly come to realize that life in the O.Z. wasn't all it was cracked up to be; even for the future Queen. Especially for the future Queen, DG thinks glumly and jumps when yet another needle misses its mark.