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Fic: Don't Touch the Shimmery Liquid 6/12
Title: Don't Touch the Shimmery Liquid 6/12
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain and the Finaqua's head house-lady (vague mention of Adora)
Rating: PG
Summary: If you don't know what something is, keep your hands OUT OF IT!
Warning: post-series *inspired by (but not so much an answer to) impish_dragon's bunny.
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.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve
More Tales: the first tale | the second tale | the third tale | the fourth tale | the fifth tale
DG spent most of dinner still brooding over the single bed, which Cain ignored entirely. He wasn't sure what had her all bent out of shape anyway - it wasn't like they would be doing anything besides sleeping.
While DG had requested a small meal in the kitchen, the woman in charge of the house disagreed. So DG was forced to suffer through three separate courses in the large dining room. Cain did have to agree with DG on that point; he wasn't fond of half the food they were served while in the palace in Central City.
Upon finishing the final course, the woman was not entertained at DG's request for a hot fudge sundae or her question of whether or not there was a place within twenty miles to get one. Cain felt slightly sorry for the woman, knowing that she had yet to become accustomed to DG’s tendencies to make Other Side references or requests.
Cain decided it was best to separate the two women - they would have plenty of chances to wish harm on each other - and escorted DG out of the dining room. He pushed DG down the hallways of Finaqua, letting her rant about the woman's attitude and the indignity of no Dairy Queens in the O.Z.
"It’s not fair," she mumbled, finally, as they reached the doors to the Royal quarters. Cain reached around her and grabbed the doorknob; he knew the response she was expecting - something involving comparisons - but he chose not to give her the satisfaction, which got him a dirty look.
Stepping into the room, Cain moved to his travel bag as DG stalked in and glared at the bed again. She knew that life wasn't like The Dick Van Dyke Show, but still! Of course, did she really think they would have separate rooms? She’d obviously seen The Man in the Iron Mask one time too many... Married folks did things. Things that a Queen-sized bed was good for - not to mention kitchen counters, shower stalls and, apparently, one rather bizarre instance on the back of a horse.
"It’s just a bed, Kid," Cain said, stepping past her and disappearing into the bathroom behind her. DG rolled her eyes and gave the room a glare in his honor. They'd been over her lack of entertainment at the nickname Cain had claimed for her. It was enough to get the both of them to refer to each other as 'Wyatt' and 'DG,' and both failed miserably. Okay, DG failed miserably - but 'Wyatt' just didn’t sound right to her. So she would refer to him as 'Cain' or 'Tin Man.' His response was to stick with 'Kid' or 'Princess.'
DG was still off to one side of the room, grumbling, when Cain emerged and shook his head in her direction as he moved to the bed. If she was going to act like a kid about the whole thing, he wasn't going to bother asking which side she preferred.
Pulling the sheet and blankets free, Cain picked up three of the twenty pillows covering the bed and spun around, looking for a place to put them. Spotting a small stool in the closest corner, he tossed the pillows on top of each other, waiting a moment to see if the stack would hold. Convinced there would be no toppling, he turned back and tilted his head to either side, as he could feel the muscles beginning to tighten.
He really hated new beds, new pillows and, Hell, even new rooms. Had he been thinking - because sleeping arrangements had escaped him just as much as they had DG - he'd have brought his pillow from the palace in Central City. It had only taken three months for him to find a half-decent one.
Cain's eye caught the look on DG's face as he climbed into the bed and adjusted the single pillow on his side a few times, pressing into it with his head and, finally, poking at it with his fist. "What are you doing?" DG asked him as if his indiscretion was obvious.
Cain closed his eyes and sighed. "I don’t know about you, Kid, but I've had a long day." He let out another sigh and turned away from her. DG threw her hands up and looked around the room - there wasn’t much in the way of a comfortable-looking chair for her to curl up in.
'Crap!'
"Say there's a fire," Cain said, still facing away from DG with his eyes closed. "Someone comes rushing through that door-" He pointed blindly to the doors leading into the hallway. "And finds you anywhere but there-" He pointed to the open side of the bed. "And they might wonder what could happen in two days that would have us fighting."
DG made a face. "Maybe I like that side of the bed. You didn’t even ask-" she said with a snap, frowning as Cain laughed into his new pillow. His right hand moved to the pile of pillows still on DG's side - by default - of the bed and grabbed the first one he could find, pulling it over to rest at his side.
"There," he said, giving the pillow a good pat. DG rolled her eyes and lunged for the bed, grabbing two pillows as she neared. One connected with Cain's chest and the other was blocked by his right arm shooting up to cover his face. DG reached for another pillow and kneeled on the bed as she smacked him repeatedly with one of the smaller, circular pillows.
Cain honestly tried not to smile as DG pummeled him and finally caught one of her wrists. The girl really needed to find a way to work out her frustrations. Letting everything bottle up inside would be dangerous for both of them.
And the pillows.
DG's head dropped and she let herself fall to her side. Cain watched for a moment before asking: "You done?"
She stayed silent for a moment and pushed herself up. "Yes," she mumbled with a frown. Cain pulled the mess of pillows away and started tossing the extras to the floor as DG rolled off the bed and moved to her own travel bag. Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, Cain shook his head.
"Fighting over sleeping arrangements," he mused with a soft snort. Closing his eyes, Cain rubbed at his forehead and forced a smile. "Yep. Right on schedule." With a slight laugh, he lay back down and took a deep breath.
A moment later, one eye shot open and focused on the bathroom door. Cain shot to his right and leaned over DG's side of the bed, reaching for one of the smaller pillows. Grabbing the closest one, he leaned back and resituated, strategically placing the pillow, and smirked.
'Girl shouldn’t start things she can’t finish.'
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain and the Finaqua's head house-lady (vague mention of Adora)
Rating: PG
Summary: If you don't know what something is, keep your hands OUT OF IT!
Warning: post-series *inspired by (but not so much an answer to) impish_dragon's bunny.
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.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve
More Tales: the first tale | the second tale | the third tale | the fourth tale | the fifth tale
DG spent most of dinner still brooding over the single bed, which Cain ignored entirely. He wasn't sure what had her all bent out of shape anyway - it wasn't like they would be doing anything besides sleeping.
While DG had requested a small meal in the kitchen, the woman in charge of the house disagreed. So DG was forced to suffer through three separate courses in the large dining room. Cain did have to agree with DG on that point; he wasn't fond of half the food they were served while in the palace in Central City.
Upon finishing the final course, the woman was not entertained at DG's request for a hot fudge sundae or her question of whether or not there was a place within twenty miles to get one. Cain felt slightly sorry for the woman, knowing that she had yet to become accustomed to DG’s tendencies to make Other Side references or requests.
Cain decided it was best to separate the two women - they would have plenty of chances to wish harm on each other - and escorted DG out of the dining room. He pushed DG down the hallways of Finaqua, letting her rant about the woman's attitude and the indignity of no Dairy Queens in the O.Z.
"It’s not fair," she mumbled, finally, as they reached the doors to the Royal quarters. Cain reached around her and grabbed the doorknob; he knew the response she was expecting - something involving comparisons - but he chose not to give her the satisfaction, which got him a dirty look.
Stepping into the room, Cain moved to his travel bag as DG stalked in and glared at the bed again. She knew that life wasn't like The Dick Van Dyke Show, but still! Of course, did she really think they would have separate rooms? She’d obviously seen The Man in the Iron Mask one time too many... Married folks did things. Things that a Queen-sized bed was good for - not to mention kitchen counters, shower stalls and, apparently, one rather bizarre instance on the back of a horse.
"It’s just a bed, Kid," Cain said, stepping past her and disappearing into the bathroom behind her. DG rolled her eyes and gave the room a glare in his honor. They'd been over her lack of entertainment at the nickname Cain had claimed for her. It was enough to get the both of them to refer to each other as 'Wyatt' and 'DG,' and both failed miserably. Okay, DG failed miserably - but 'Wyatt' just didn’t sound right to her. So she would refer to him as 'Cain' or 'Tin Man.' His response was to stick with 'Kid' or 'Princess.'
DG was still off to one side of the room, grumbling, when Cain emerged and shook his head in her direction as he moved to the bed. If she was going to act like a kid about the whole thing, he wasn't going to bother asking which side she preferred.
Pulling the sheet and blankets free, Cain picked up three of the twenty pillows covering the bed and spun around, looking for a place to put them. Spotting a small stool in the closest corner, he tossed the pillows on top of each other, waiting a moment to see if the stack would hold. Convinced there would be no toppling, he turned back and tilted his head to either side, as he could feel the muscles beginning to tighten.
He really hated new beds, new pillows and, Hell, even new rooms. Had he been thinking - because sleeping arrangements had escaped him just as much as they had DG - he'd have brought his pillow from the palace in Central City. It had only taken three months for him to find a half-decent one.
Cain's eye caught the look on DG's face as he climbed into the bed and adjusted the single pillow on his side a few times, pressing into it with his head and, finally, poking at it with his fist. "What are you doing?" DG asked him as if his indiscretion was obvious.
Cain closed his eyes and sighed. "I don’t know about you, Kid, but I've had a long day." He let out another sigh and turned away from her. DG threw her hands up and looked around the room - there wasn’t much in the way of a comfortable-looking chair for her to curl up in.
'Crap!'
"Say there's a fire," Cain said, still facing away from DG with his eyes closed. "Someone comes rushing through that door-" He pointed blindly to the doors leading into the hallway. "And finds you anywhere but there-" He pointed to the open side of the bed. "And they might wonder what could happen in two days that would have us fighting."
DG made a face. "Maybe I like that side of the bed. You didn’t even ask-" she said with a snap, frowning as Cain laughed into his new pillow. His right hand moved to the pile of pillows still on DG's side - by default - of the bed and grabbed the first one he could find, pulling it over to rest at his side.
"There," he said, giving the pillow a good pat. DG rolled her eyes and lunged for the bed, grabbing two pillows as she neared. One connected with Cain's chest and the other was blocked by his right arm shooting up to cover his face. DG reached for another pillow and kneeled on the bed as she smacked him repeatedly with one of the smaller, circular pillows.
Cain honestly tried not to smile as DG pummeled him and finally caught one of her wrists. The girl really needed to find a way to work out her frustrations. Letting everything bottle up inside would be dangerous for both of them.
And the pillows.
DG's head dropped and she let herself fall to her side. Cain watched for a moment before asking: "You done?"
She stayed silent for a moment and pushed herself up. "Yes," she mumbled with a frown. Cain pulled the mess of pillows away and started tossing the extras to the floor as DG rolled off the bed and moved to her own travel bag. Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, Cain shook his head.
"Fighting over sleeping arrangements," he mused with a soft snort. Closing his eyes, Cain rubbed at his forehead and forced a smile. "Yep. Right on schedule." With a slight laugh, he lay back down and took a deep breath.
A moment later, one eye shot open and focused on the bathroom door. Cain shot to his right and leaned over DG's side of the bed, reaching for one of the smaller pillows. Grabbing the closest one, he leaned back and resituated, strategically placing the pillow, and smirked.
'Girl shouldn’t start things she can’t finish.'