Red and the Headcase part 1
Title: Red and the Headcase
Author: twisterdrag04
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not my idea. Not making any more off of this. Please don’t sue. You’ll be taking away from my daughter’s college fund.
Summary: What happens when your past comes back? Can things ever really be as they once were?
Author's Notes: This came to me after watching Tin Man. First real fic I have written in awhile.
It had been another long and exhausting day for Cain. He'd helped search out and clean up the mess that was left behind by the Witch's possession of Azkadelia. All he wanted right now was his nice, soft and inviting bed. He plopped back on the bed with the last thought of a few minutes to regroup before he got undressed. He knew he was dreaming the minute it started. In his dreams lately things were always dark and painful, not the beautiful day he was seeing. Rarely, in his dreams did he return to the home he'd made with his wife and son.
In this dream he was outback chopping wood he could just make out the pregnant form of his wife bustling in the kitchen through the window. His attention returned to the task of chopping, when he heard someone creeping up behind him. He twirled around; ax in hand ready to defend himself and his wife. He lowered his ax as he watched his best friend Layla walking toward him. She was tall for a woman, though a few inches shorter than his own height a true redhead and was a true redhead redheadtall for a woman, though a few inches shorter than his own height. She was the Mystic Man's daughter and considered part of the O.Z.'s elite though she never acted it.
He could tell from the smirk on her face she had something to tell him and it wasn't going to be easy getting it out of her. "One of these days Red, I'm going to end up hurting you for sneaking up on me like that."
"Sure Wyatt, you keep thinking that but you and I both know you'll never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. You've got too big a heart for that."
Cain shook his head at her, "Yeah yeah . So what brings you to my neck of the woods?" He noticed that she was dressed like she came from a meeting with her father, but her hair was pulled up which told him she snuck in some defense practice after the meeting. She was as skilled of a fighter as most of the men around her. Some days he wondered who really the bodyguard for the Mystic Man really was, the men who were called bodyguards or his daughter. That thought always made him smiled.
"What I can't visit my oldest and dearest friend without having an ulterior motive. Why Wyatt, that hurts my feelings." She dramatically held a hand over her heart and threw her arm across her forehead in a fake swoon position.
He chuckled, "Yeah right, tell it to someone who doesn't know you. So what's going on Red?"
"Fine, spoil my fun. Come on I'll tell you and the missus. Just remember if it's a girl she's going to be named after me." She took his arm and walked him into the house. The news she had was good. He'd been approved as part of the Mystic Man's protection detail. He would be seeing her on an almost daily basis while he protected her father. She even bought him a present to celebrate this occasion, a leather hat.
The dream scene suddenly shifted, the scene though bright felt darker. Layla once again stood before him only this time she was dressed to kill and she was not happy. He was trying to calm her down.
"Come on Red, you need to calm down and tell me what happened. I can't help if I don't know what's going on. That is my job after all."
"Don't you dare try to patronize me Wyatt Cain! You know I am more than capable of kicking your ass from here to the Outer Zone and back again."
"Fine, fine. I get that you're mad. I knew that the minute I walked in but what I want to know is why?" He wasn't even about to argue the old point about her kicking his ass. She could do it and they both knew it.
"You know the rumors that are going around about Azkadelia and her personal guards called Longcoats." At Cain's nod she continued. "Well, it seems like she's recruited Zero to her guards. The slimy snake is now under her protection. He seems to think that's his permission to ignore all my previous rejections as inconsequential and start pursuing me again. Even though I'm with another. I've tried to talk to father about it but he's been in constant meetings with the Queen. Everywhere I turn Cain there's Zero now and nothing I say or do gets him to leave me alone and go away."
Cain pulled his most beloved friend into his arms in comfort, "It's okay Red. I'll deal with it and make sure he leaves you alone. You want me to tell your father next time I see him?"
"No, I'll tell him myself the next time I see him."
Cain awoke with a start. It was morning and though the dream was fading quickly the feelings of despair, pain, loss and failure, weren't. She had to be out there. She just had to.
There was a knock at his door.
“Sir one of the scavenging search teams found a woman in one of the Long coat hideouts.” A muffled voice said from the other side of the door
Cain got up and put on some fresh clothes. He had to see what this person knew about the Long coat’s and if there were more of them out there. He had heard rumors that some were starting up a resistance of loyalists to Zero and the Long Ccoats. As he exited his chambers he ran into his son, literally.
“Father…they found Layla. The scavenging search team found Layla.”
Cain stood there slightly stunned by what his son just said. Inside his head heart he held hope that Layla was still out there, but that hope had become a faint glimmer.
“Jeb are you sure?”
“I may not remember a lot from before all this happened…but I never forgot that red hair.”
The two of them quickly made their way to the entrance as the scouting search team was bringing the woman in. Her condition was so frail they had to carry her in. Cain could tell this was one of their worse cases they had seen in a long while. He moved toward them and took the woman from them. He had to see for himself. With the greatest care he moved the covering from her face. The fiery red hair had been reduced to a dull copper color due to all the dirt and mud that caked it, but it was his long lost Layla. His relief quickly turned to a white-hot anger. She was beaten horribly and he could still make out a few healing burns on her arms. His friend was had been mistreated in a great way, and he would personally make whoever was to blame suffer. No one harmed his Red and got away with it. Not while he was still alive.
After a quick nod to his son, they quickly made their way back inside. She made a tiny almost whimper in pain and Cain cursed himself for causing her more harm but he had to get her to Lavender. As if someone was looking out for them they ran into the Queen in the hallway. Cain could tell she was just as angry as he was over her condition as she led them to a room for Layla to rest in.
“Her magic has done most of the healing. She needs to rest so her magic can finish the job,” Lavender said quietly. She gave Layla a kiss on the forehead and whispered something to her that Cain couldn’t hear.
Cain gave the Queen a nod of thanks as he sat down next to the bed while some servants came in to clean Layla up. With every bruise and every burn that was uncovered he could feel the his anger grow more. Revenge, he reminded himself would have to wait. Right now Layla had to heal and wake up. She had to explain what had happened to her, and who the hell did this to her. He took off his hat and watched her. He would stay here as long as it took. When Layla woke up he would be there.
Next Part
Author: twisterdrag04
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not my idea. Not making any more off of this. Please don’t sue. You’ll be taking away from my daughter’s college fund.
Summary: What happens when your past comes back? Can things ever really be as they once were?
Author's Notes: This came to me after watching Tin Man. First real fic I have written in awhile.
It had been another long and exhausting day for Cain. He'd helped search out and clean up the mess that was left behind by the Witch's possession of Azkadelia. All he wanted right now was his nice, soft and inviting bed. He plopped back on the bed with the last thought of a few minutes to regroup before he got undressed. He knew he was dreaming the minute it started. In his dreams lately things were always dark and painful, not the beautiful day he was seeing. Rarely, in his dreams did he return to the home he'd made with his wife and son.
In this dream he was outback chopping wood he could just make out the pregnant form of his wife bustling in the kitchen through the window. His attention returned to the task of chopping, when he heard someone creeping up behind him. He twirled around; ax in hand ready to defend himself and his wife. He lowered his ax as he watched his best friend Layla walking toward him. She was tall for a woman, though a few inches shorter than his own height a true redhead and was a true redhead redheadtall for a woman, though a few inches shorter than his own height. She was the Mystic Man's daughter and considered part of the O.Z.'s elite though she never acted it.
He could tell from the smirk on her face she had something to tell him and it wasn't going to be easy getting it out of her. "One of these days Red, I'm going to end up hurting you for sneaking up on me like that."
"Sure Wyatt, you keep thinking that but you and I both know you'll never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. You've got too big a heart for that."
Cain shook his head at her, "Yeah yeah . So what brings you to my neck of the woods?" He noticed that she was dressed like she came from a meeting with her father, but her hair was pulled up which told him she snuck in some defense practice after the meeting. She was as skilled of a fighter as most of the men around her. Some days he wondered who really the bodyguard for the Mystic Man really was, the men who were called bodyguards or his daughter. That thought always made him smiled.
"What I can't visit my oldest and dearest friend without having an ulterior motive. Why Wyatt, that hurts my feelings." She dramatically held a hand over her heart and threw her arm across her forehead in a fake swoon position.
He chuckled, "Yeah right, tell it to someone who doesn't know you. So what's going on Red?"
"Fine, spoil my fun. Come on I'll tell you and the missus. Just remember if it's a girl she's going to be named after me." She took his arm and walked him into the house. The news she had was good. He'd been approved as part of the Mystic Man's protection detail. He would be seeing her on an almost daily basis while he protected her father. She even bought him a present to celebrate this occasion, a leather hat.
The dream scene suddenly shifted, the scene though bright felt darker. Layla once again stood before him only this time she was dressed to kill and she was not happy. He was trying to calm her down.
"Come on Red, you need to calm down and tell me what happened. I can't help if I don't know what's going on. That is my job after all."
"Don't you dare try to patronize me Wyatt Cain! You know I am more than capable of kicking your ass from here to the Outer Zone and back again."
"Fine, fine. I get that you're mad. I knew that the minute I walked in but what I want to know is why?" He wasn't even about to argue the old point about her kicking his ass. She could do it and they both knew it.
"You know the rumors that are going around about Azkadelia and her personal guards called Longcoats." At Cain's nod she continued. "Well, it seems like she's recruited Zero to her guards. The slimy snake is now under her protection. He seems to think that's his permission to ignore all my previous rejections as inconsequential and start pursuing me again. Even though I'm with another. I've tried to talk to father about it but he's been in constant meetings with the Queen. Everywhere I turn Cain there's Zero now and nothing I say or do gets him to leave me alone and go away."
Cain pulled his most beloved friend into his arms in comfort, "It's okay Red. I'll deal with it and make sure he leaves you alone. You want me to tell your father next time I see him?"
"No, I'll tell him myself the next time I see him."
Cain awoke with a start. It was morning and though the dream was fading quickly the feelings of despair, pain, loss and failure, weren't. She had to be out there. She just had to.
There was a knock at his door.
“Sir one of the scavenging search teams found a woman in one of the Long coat hideouts.” A muffled voice said from the other side of the door
Cain got up and put on some fresh clothes. He had to see what this person knew about the Long coat’s and if there were more of them out there. He had heard rumors that some were starting up a resistance of loyalists to Zero and the Long Ccoats. As he exited his chambers he ran into his son, literally.
“Father…they found Layla. The scavenging search team found Layla.”
Cain stood there slightly stunned by what his son just said. Inside his head heart he held hope that Layla was still out there, but that hope had become a faint glimmer.
“Jeb are you sure?”
“I may not remember a lot from before all this happened…but I never forgot that red hair.”
The two of them quickly made their way to the entrance as the scouting search team was bringing the woman in. Her condition was so frail they had to carry her in. Cain could tell this was one of their worse cases they had seen in a long while. He moved toward them and took the woman from them. He had to see for himself. With the greatest care he moved the covering from her face. The fiery red hair had been reduced to a dull copper color due to all the dirt and mud that caked it, but it was his long lost Layla. His relief quickly turned to a white-hot anger. She was beaten horribly and he could still make out a few healing burns on her arms. His friend was had been mistreated in a great way, and he would personally make whoever was to blame suffer. No one harmed his Red and got away with it. Not while he was still alive.
After a quick nod to his son, they quickly made their way back inside. She made a tiny almost whimper in pain and Cain cursed himself for causing her more harm but he had to get her to Lavender. As if someone was looking out for them they ran into the Queen in the hallway. Cain could tell she was just as angry as he was over her condition as she led them to a room for Layla to rest in.
“Her magic has done most of the healing. She needs to rest so her magic can finish the job,” Lavender said quietly. She gave Layla a kiss on the forehead and whispered something to her that Cain couldn’t hear.
Cain gave the Queen a nod of thanks as he sat down next to the bed while some servants came in to clean Layla up. With every bruise and every burn that was uncovered he could feel the his anger grow more. Revenge, he reminded himself would have to wait. Right now Layla had to heal and wake up. She had to explain what had happened to her, and who the hell did this to her. He took off his hat and watched her. He would stay here as long as it took. When Layla woke up he would be there.
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