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Fic: A Date in the Garden
Title: A Date in the Garden
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Jeb and DG, with an appearance by Cain (mention of the Queen, Ahamo, Glitch, Azkadellia and Raw)
Rating: G
Summary: DG can't get a moment's peace with Jeb Cain around.
Warning: pre-series *Written for Round 29 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #6: How would you know what I dream about? (Mal, Ep. 02 - The Train Job). Inspired by THIS image and lionille
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
DG had the entire western wing of the third floor of the palace at Finaqua to herself. Azkadellia had the eastern wing and no one - besides Ahamo - could understand why the younger princess found that so funny.
As DG looked east, out of her western window, she spotted the empty garden. Grinning, she jumped toward the door and ran. Every time she'd tried to get some time alone in the garden, someone needed her for something, or she was stopped halfway and dragged to a lesson or a meeting.
Today, though, she wouldn't be interrupted. Cain was in meetings with her parents, Raw and other Viewers; Glitch was locked in his lab and Azkadellia was probably in her room; she'd taken up DG's favorite hobby of painting.
DG was nearly to the edge of the pink bricks when she saw him. Jeb Cain was on the far side of the garden, lounging against one of the two "tall" trees the garden contained. His legs were crossed at the ankle and his eyes were closed. DG stopped, let out a huff and stalked around the path to the bench.
"Dreaming of blowing something up?" she asked with an annoyed bite.
"How would you know what I dream about?" Jeb asked with a smirk, not opening his eyes.
"Well, you're a guy. Don't all guys dream about blowing things up or killing ants with a magnifying glass or winning the football game," she trailed off, dropping to the bench with another huff.
Jeb opened one eye and looked back at her. "I'm guessing that's more of your Other Side-talk." DG made a face and let her eyes wander across the garden. It didn't look as majestic from down here, but the pattern of the plants and pavers was really lost at this angle.
"Aren't you supposed to be preparing for a ball or something? Living the dream?" Jeb asked, waving toward the house.
DG made a face and glared at Jeb. "And how would you know what I dream about?" Jeb opened his eyes, pushed himself up and plopped down on the bench, next to her.
"Don't all girls dream of wearing frilly dresses, and going to fancy balls and marrying the handsome prince?"
DG gave him an indignant snort and looked away. "For your information, Mister Cain," she hissed, "I am not 'all girls'." Jeb raised an eyebrow and made a face, as if to say "well, excuse me." DG turned back to him and poked him in the chest. "For your information, instead of frilly dresses, I'd rather be wearing jeans. Instead of a fancy ball, I'd rather be in a garage, stripping an engine. And, as for your handsome prince, well," she shuddered and made another face. "Besides, my luck... I'd end up with someone like you."
DG hugged and pushed up from the bench. All she wanted was some peace in this beautiful garden and, now, she was angry and annoyed and- DG stopped when she realized Jeb was just watching her and smiling. "What?"
Jeb shrugged and shook his head. "I said nothing."
"Why are you even here?" she hissed again.
"Just enjoying the view," Jeb shrugged and glanced around. "It's a nice garden," he added, as DG glared at him. "What, you thought I was here to see you?" Jeb jumped up and moved to DG's side. "I was enjoying a lovely, peaceful afternoon and you come waltzing in like you own the place."
"I do own the place!" DG shrieked. "This is my garden," she nodded forcefully. "Get out. Now."
Jeb made a face and stepped around her. "And, if I don't?" he asked with a shrug.
DG took a step closer. "I'll throw you out."
Jeb also took a step closer. "I'd like to see you try." He smiled a moment later, as DG's eyes narrowed and then she blinked. "Magic doesn't seem to work when you're angry, does it?" Jeb clicked his tongue and smiled as DG let out a squeak and stepped back. Jeb did have to admit, for a moment, that he was afraid she would have a handle on the magic, and blow him into the Northern Guild.
Following the circled path of pink stone, Jeb put a slight rush in his step to catch up with DG before she reached the brick path leading back to the house. "You should probably work on that temper, Princess. It's going to make for a very awkward ball if you can't even stay calm around your escort." Jeb stepped back and raised his hands with a shrug.
DG's brow raised and she stared at Jeb as if he was drunk for a good half-minute. Shaking her head, DG chased after him and hauled him back. "What escort?"
Jeb gave her a blank look. "A lady must always have a proper escort at a ball, Princess. I mean, going to a ball without an escort is-" Jeb shook his head and turned, giving DG an apologetic nod. "What might people say?"
DG's eyes went wide. The last thing she wanted was to have people talking about her. Hell, they were already saying enough. "Wait! I don't have an escort." The ball was only in a few days, back in Central City.
Jeb winced and gave her another shrug. "Yes, well, with that attitude-"
DG frowned and jumped as Jeb moved away again. "Well, who's gonna go with me?"
Jeb shrugged again. "Probably best to have someone you know, and knows you. That way, they can warn you when you start to behave like... well, you." Jeb nodded to her and forced a smile as DG frowned again.
"Well, no one knows me."
Jeb gave her another apologetic nod shrugged. "Then I'd say you're in for some trouble."
DG ran after Jeb a moment later and grabbed his arm, blocking his bath. "You know me." Jeb raised an eyebrow. "You know how I behave, so you'd be able to tell me when I'm acting like me," DG nodded. "Please?"
Jeb wanted to laugh at the pathetic look on her face, but he managed to hold a straight face. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Jeb rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine. But!" he raised a finger, "I have demands." DG made a face and Jeb nodded. "Do not pretend to like me." DG raised an eyebrow. "I will not dance every dance with you," Jeb continued, ignoring her glare. "And, finally, I will not kiss you at the end of the evening."
"Fine," DG snapped back and held out a hand. "It's a deal." Jeb raised an eyebrow and smirked as DG's eyes widened slightly. Instead of taking her hand, he pulled her into a quick, strong kiss.
"Fine," he whispered after pulling back slightly. His eyes caught hers for a moment and he nodded before continuing on to the house. As he moved inside, DG still standing on the path, a bit dumbstruck, Jeb waved to his father.
"So?" Cain asked, moving down the stairs.
"You owe me twenty Platinums." Cain half-laughed and half-smiled and he arrived at the landing.
"I don't believe it. She's going with you?" Jeb nodded and stopped next to him for a moment.
"And I didn't even have to ask her," he announced with a grin. Reaching up, Jeb patted Wyatt's cheek and shrugged.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Jeb and DG, with an appearance by Cain (mention of the Queen, Ahamo, Glitch, Azkadellia and Raw)
Rating: G
Summary: DG can't get a moment's peace with Jeb Cain around.
Warning: pre-series *Written for Round 29 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #6: How would you know what I dream about? (Mal, Ep. 02 - The Train Job). Inspired by THIS image and lionille
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
DG had the entire western wing of the third floor of the palace at Finaqua to herself. Azkadellia had the eastern wing and no one - besides Ahamo - could understand why the younger princess found that so funny.
As DG looked east, out of her western window, she spotted the empty garden. Grinning, she jumped toward the door and ran. Every time she'd tried to get some time alone in the garden, someone needed her for something, or she was stopped halfway and dragged to a lesson or a meeting.
Today, though, she wouldn't be interrupted. Cain was in meetings with her parents, Raw and other Viewers; Glitch was locked in his lab and Azkadellia was probably in her room; she'd taken up DG's favorite hobby of painting.
DG was nearly to the edge of the pink bricks when she saw him. Jeb Cain was on the far side of the garden, lounging against one of the two "tall" trees the garden contained. His legs were crossed at the ankle and his eyes were closed. DG stopped, let out a huff and stalked around the path to the bench.
"Dreaming of blowing something up?" she asked with an annoyed bite.
"How would you know what I dream about?" Jeb asked with a smirk, not opening his eyes.
"Well, you're a guy. Don't all guys dream about blowing things up or killing ants with a magnifying glass or winning the football game," she trailed off, dropping to the bench with another huff.
Jeb opened one eye and looked back at her. "I'm guessing that's more of your Other Side-talk." DG made a face and let her eyes wander across the garden. It didn't look as majestic from down here, but the pattern of the plants and pavers was really lost at this angle.
"Aren't you supposed to be preparing for a ball or something? Living the dream?" Jeb asked, waving toward the house.
DG made a face and glared at Jeb. "And how would you know what I dream about?" Jeb opened his eyes, pushed himself up and plopped down on the bench, next to her.
"Don't all girls dream of wearing frilly dresses, and going to fancy balls and marrying the handsome prince?"
DG gave him an indignant snort and looked away. "For your information, Mister Cain," she hissed, "I am not 'all girls'." Jeb raised an eyebrow and made a face, as if to say "well, excuse me." DG turned back to him and poked him in the chest. "For your information, instead of frilly dresses, I'd rather be wearing jeans. Instead of a fancy ball, I'd rather be in a garage, stripping an engine. And, as for your handsome prince, well," she shuddered and made another face. "Besides, my luck... I'd end up with someone like you."
DG hugged and pushed up from the bench. All she wanted was some peace in this beautiful garden and, now, she was angry and annoyed and- DG stopped when she realized Jeb was just watching her and smiling. "What?"
Jeb shrugged and shook his head. "I said nothing."
"Why are you even here?" she hissed again.
"Just enjoying the view," Jeb shrugged and glanced around. "It's a nice garden," he added, as DG glared at him. "What, you thought I was here to see you?" Jeb jumped up and moved to DG's side. "I was enjoying a lovely, peaceful afternoon and you come waltzing in like you own the place."
"I do own the place!" DG shrieked. "This is my garden," she nodded forcefully. "Get out. Now."
Jeb made a face and stepped around her. "And, if I don't?" he asked with a shrug.
DG took a step closer. "I'll throw you out."
Jeb also took a step closer. "I'd like to see you try." He smiled a moment later, as DG's eyes narrowed and then she blinked. "Magic doesn't seem to work when you're angry, does it?" Jeb clicked his tongue and smiled as DG let out a squeak and stepped back. Jeb did have to admit, for a moment, that he was afraid she would have a handle on the magic, and blow him into the Northern Guild.
Following the circled path of pink stone, Jeb put a slight rush in his step to catch up with DG before she reached the brick path leading back to the house. "You should probably work on that temper, Princess. It's going to make for a very awkward ball if you can't even stay calm around your escort." Jeb stepped back and raised his hands with a shrug.
DG's brow raised and she stared at Jeb as if he was drunk for a good half-minute. Shaking her head, DG chased after him and hauled him back. "What escort?"
Jeb gave her a blank look. "A lady must always have a proper escort at a ball, Princess. I mean, going to a ball without an escort is-" Jeb shook his head and turned, giving DG an apologetic nod. "What might people say?"
DG's eyes went wide. The last thing she wanted was to have people talking about her. Hell, they were already saying enough. "Wait! I don't have an escort." The ball was only in a few days, back in Central City.
Jeb winced and gave her another shrug. "Yes, well, with that attitude-"
DG frowned and jumped as Jeb moved away again. "Well, who's gonna go with me?"
Jeb shrugged again. "Probably best to have someone you know, and knows you. That way, they can warn you when you start to behave like... well, you." Jeb nodded to her and forced a smile as DG frowned again.
"Well, no one knows me."
Jeb gave her another apologetic nod shrugged. "Then I'd say you're in for some trouble."
DG ran after Jeb a moment later and grabbed his arm, blocking his bath. "You know me." Jeb raised an eyebrow. "You know how I behave, so you'd be able to tell me when I'm acting like me," DG nodded. "Please?"
Jeb wanted to laugh at the pathetic look on her face, but he managed to hold a straight face. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Jeb rolled his eyes and nodded. "Fine. But!" he raised a finger, "I have demands." DG made a face and Jeb nodded. "Do not pretend to like me." DG raised an eyebrow. "I will not dance every dance with you," Jeb continued, ignoring her glare. "And, finally, I will not kiss you at the end of the evening."
"Fine," DG snapped back and held out a hand. "It's a deal." Jeb raised an eyebrow and smirked as DG's eyes widened slightly. Instead of taking her hand, he pulled her into a quick, strong kiss.
"Fine," he whispered after pulling back slightly. His eyes caught hers for a moment and he nodded before continuing on to the house. As he moved inside, DG still standing on the path, a bit dumbstruck, Jeb waved to his father.
"So?" Cain asked, moving down the stairs.
"You owe me twenty Platinums." Cain half-laughed and half-smiled and he arrived at the landing.
"I don't believe it. She's going with you?" Jeb nodded and stopped next to him for a moment.
"And I didn't even have to ask her," he announced with a grin. Reaching up, Jeb patted Wyatt's cheek and shrugged.