5 Unrelated Drabbles
Title: 5 Unrelated Drabbles
Team: Tin Men
Prompts: Towel, Untold, Planetary, Crackle, Whistle
Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: mild. Some are a little shippy, some could be read as shippy or not.
**TOWEL**********************************
“How are you doing over there?” Cain called.
Glitch’s voice wafted over from behind the dividing wall of tile. “It’s been a while since I had the luxury of hot water. I can’t quite seem to get all the O.Z. off.”
Cain snorted. “I had to go through a few layers myself. You know,” he pointed out, "We’re not going to get restored in one night. We'll work on it, though, a little every day."
"A bath every day,” Glitch replied wistfully. “Think of that."
Cain nodded. "And cooked food."
"Cold drinks."
“Towels.”
Glitch laughed. “Gotta love a good towel.”
**UNTOLD**********************************
Cain had just entered the Grand Hall when he spotted Glitch. A very pregnant woman was shouting at him.
“What do you MEAN you don’t remember me?”
Glitch was blinking in bewilderment. “Do I know you? Do I know you?”
“It’s ME! SARAH!”
People were staring openly by now, agape.
“Glitch, you lived with us for two annuals!”
Cain strode up, taking charge. “Who’s “us”?” he demanded.
“My husband and children. We’ve been so worried! Glitch went missing eleven months ago.”
Cain dabbed a bead of sweat from his brow, weak with untold relief. Life with Glitch was never boring.
**PLANETARY**********************************
“You lost me after ‘planetary’,” Cain admitted.
Ambrose made a clicking noise with his tongue and flipped back a page.
“Don’t bother,” Cain sighed, before his tutor could begin again. “I’m never gonna remember all this.”
“You only have to remember it for a little while,” Ambrose soothed. “If I can do this after having my brain in a jar for fifteen annuals, you can do it, too.”
“What I want to know is how I started out helping you study, and ended up enrolled in the university.”
Ambrose smiled mischievously. “I wasn’t called an Advisor for nothing, you know.”
**CRACKLE**********************************
The crackle of a candy wrapper woke Cain from a fitful doze. “Glitch?” he called, groping across the empty space beside him.
“Over here.”
Cain climbed out of bed and shuffled to the sofa, where Glitch was sitting with a blanket over his knees and a book tilted under the light of a small lamp. He picked Glitch’s feet up and slid under them. The scent of peppermint candy was in the air.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“I think I’ve figured out who the murderer is,” Glitch explained excitedly.
Cain smiled, and refrained from mentioning Glitch had read the book two weeks before.
**WHISTLE**********************************
Cain smoothed the sheets along the side of the bed. “All right, Glitch. If you need anything, whistle.”
“My mouth’s all dry. What if I can’t whistle?”
“I meant rhetorically, Glitch. Just tell me if you want something.” Cain poured a glass of water and pressed it to his friend’s lips. Glitch took a sip.
“Thanks for letting me recover here at your cabin. You did a beautiful job restoring it.”
Cain sat down in a chair. “You’re welcome. And thanks.”
Glitch closed his eyes, and Cain picked up his woodcarving. The old skills were returning, and he was content.
Team: Tin Men
Prompts: Towel, Untold, Planetary, Crackle, Whistle
Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: mild. Some are a little shippy, some could be read as shippy or not.
**TOWEL**********************************
“How are you doing over there?” Cain called.
Glitch’s voice wafted over from behind the dividing wall of tile. “It’s been a while since I had the luxury of hot water. I can’t quite seem to get all the O.Z. off.”
Cain snorted. “I had to go through a few layers myself. You know,” he pointed out, "We’re not going to get restored in one night. We'll work on it, though, a little every day."
"A bath every day,” Glitch replied wistfully. “Think of that."
Cain nodded. "And cooked food."
"Cold drinks."
“Towels.”
Glitch laughed. “Gotta love a good towel.”
**UNTOLD**********************************
Cain had just entered the Grand Hall when he spotted Glitch. A very pregnant woman was shouting at him.
“What do you MEAN you don’t remember me?”
Glitch was blinking in bewilderment. “Do I know you? Do I know you?”
“It’s ME! SARAH!”
People were staring openly by now, agape.
“Glitch, you lived with us for two annuals!”
Cain strode up, taking charge. “Who’s “us”?” he demanded.
“My husband and children. We’ve been so worried! Glitch went missing eleven months ago.”
Cain dabbed a bead of sweat from his brow, weak with untold relief. Life with Glitch was never boring.
**PLANETARY**********************************
“You lost me after ‘planetary’,” Cain admitted.
Ambrose made a clicking noise with his tongue and flipped back a page.
“Don’t bother,” Cain sighed, before his tutor could begin again. “I’m never gonna remember all this.”
“You only have to remember it for a little while,” Ambrose soothed. “If I can do this after having my brain in a jar for fifteen annuals, you can do it, too.”
“What I want to know is how I started out helping you study, and ended up enrolled in the university.”
Ambrose smiled mischievously. “I wasn’t called an Advisor for nothing, you know.”
**CRACKLE**********************************
The crackle of a candy wrapper woke Cain from a fitful doze. “Glitch?” he called, groping across the empty space beside him.
“Over here.”
Cain climbed out of bed and shuffled to the sofa, where Glitch was sitting with a blanket over his knees and a book tilted under the light of a small lamp. He picked Glitch’s feet up and slid under them. The scent of peppermint candy was in the air.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“I think I’ve figured out who the murderer is,” Glitch explained excitedly.
Cain smiled, and refrained from mentioning Glitch had read the book two weeks before.
**WHISTLE**********************************
Cain smoothed the sheets along the side of the bed. “All right, Glitch. If you need anything, whistle.”
“My mouth’s all dry. What if I can’t whistle?”
“I meant rhetorically, Glitch. Just tell me if you want something.” Cain poured a glass of water and pressed it to his friend’s lips. Glitch took a sip.
“Thanks for letting me recover here at your cabin. You did a beautiful job restoring it.”
Cain sat down in a chair. “You’re welcome. And thanks.”
Glitch closed his eyes, and Cain picked up his woodcarving. The old skills were returning, and he was content.