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Fic: Don't Touch the Shimmery Liquid 8/12
Title: Don't Touch the Shimmery Liquid 8/12
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain and the Warden (mentions of the Queen and Az)
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. The Warden is mine. But you can have her. She scares me.
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's eyes grew wider with each request on her mother's list; it seemed there was more to being a princess than having to go to balls, wearing fancy gowns and enforcing the laws of the land. Apparently, she needed to show a basic understanding of the actual laws of the O.Z., a rough history of the four guilds and be able to give examples of at least four significant events in the O.Z.'s history, excluding the eclipse and the events leading up to it.
'Crap.'
She did have to admit, however, that it was like getting the final exam questions at the beginning of the semester and knowing exactly what to study and where to B.S. Luckily, her walks with Cain had provided her with lots of stories and, surely, there had to be a history book somewhere in that library. DG laughed when she saw it on the second day at Finaqua - talk about a collection to put the college library to shame!
She skimmed the next few items on the list and nodded, making mental notes. What she really needed was a damn pen, so that she could make actual notes. The Warden waved her out of the dining room a few minutes later, so DG moved into the hallway. Flipping to the next page, her eyes went wide and DG looked up to an empty hallway.
She cleared the door to the bedroom, but didn't see Cain. She also didn’t hear water running and saw that the door to the bathroom was open. 'Maybe he's primping,' she thought with a slight grin. She glanced to the list again as she reached the doorway and asked: "Hey, Cain. Do you know how to-"
Even though it only took two seconds, DG would forever swear that it had been more like a five-minute experience. She glanced up to see Cain standing at the sink, watching her through the mirror with his face covered in shaving cream and razor in his hand. She probably wouldn’t have been as phased if he hadn’t been standing there, wrapping in nothing more than a towel.
Jerking her head away as she turned, DG forced back a laugh as she realized that the first thing that popped into her mind wasn't that Cain was eighty percent naked in front of her, but that she could hear, plain as day: 'Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel...' Where was her hairbrush, indeed. God, she missed Evie and her little boy.
She turned back to Cain with a laugh and her eyes went wide again before she looked away again. She blinked and tried to function human speech while not turning beet red. Mentally kicking herself, DG closed both eyes and opened the one farther away from Cain. "Do you know how to waltz?" she finally got out.
Cain watched her through the mirror and took a moment to rinse off the razor. "Why?" he asked simply. It was about time he got to have some fun at her expense.
DG held up the list. "Number seventeen on my Mom's list of things we have to do before we get back to-" She forgot for a moment that she wasn't looking in his direction on purpose and had to look away again. "Um... I’m just gonna..." She waved and pointed toward the bedroom. "Yeah," she added a second later and nodded as she moved back into the bedroom. Cain’s eyes moved from the doorway to his own reflection and he smiled.
DG leaned against the dresser and slapped herself in the head with the papers. 'What the Hell? It’s Cain,' she told herself.
'A naked Cain,' her brain pointed out. Who knew Cain was built like a K-State linebacker? 'Well, the striped shirts and vest really do nothing for him,' she thought for a moment before her eyes went wide.
'Why are you even thinking this? It’s Cain!' Great. Now she was having an argument with herself.
'Seriously, take a look. You have every right.'
'He’s married!'
'Yeah... to YOU. Moron.' DG blinked. Her eyes then darted left and she bit her lower lip. There was something so very wrong with what she was about to do. God, why hadn't she gone to the left when she'd cleared the doorway. At least, with the hinges, she'd have a slightly better chance of sneaking a peek without Cain seeing her.
'Moron! What do you have to sneak?' her inner monologue - which, DG noted, sounded an awful lot like her sister - demanded with a snip. Honestly, if it had a form, she'd have slapped the thing upside the head.
And then, for whatever reason, DG thought: 'I wonder if Abby and McGee finally got together?' Slapping her forehead again, DG knew that if she didn’t do this now, she'd never have the nerve again. Waiting for the sound of the razor in the water again, DG leaned her head to the doorway, just enough to catch the reflection in a side mirror, and jerked her head back. Shaking her head, DG decided to leave the room before she actually became a stalker.
'You should just walk in there. Get it over with.' DG ignored the voice and made a note to slap her sister Gibbs-style the next time they saw each other as she took another look at the list her mother had sent. 'Don’t come cryin' to me when-'
'Shut up.' She did have to admit that the brain could take in quite a lot of information at once. She would have no trouble sketching that scene. Twenty years from now, she'd even be able to get the label on the can of shaving cream the proper shade of green.
She really needed a pen.
DG was three windows away when she heard Cain say: "By the way, Kid. I can waltz." DG sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before turning to face Cain, who was standing in the doorway of their room, now dressed in his pants and boots. His shirt, however, was still in his left hand.
'Awkward...' DG heard her sister say in a rather annoyingly-high pitch.
*No one caught that Bob didn't actually narrate The Hairbrush Song... Of course, either did I... *facepalm* In that case, and because I can:
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Cain and the Warden (mentions of the Queen and Az)
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. The Warden is mine. But you can have her. She scares me.
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's eyes grew wider with each request on her mother's list; it seemed there was more to being a princess than having to go to balls, wearing fancy gowns and enforcing the laws of the land. Apparently, she needed to show a basic understanding of the actual laws of the O.Z., a rough history of the four guilds and be able to give examples of at least four significant events in the O.Z.'s history, excluding the eclipse and the events leading up to it.
'Crap.'
She did have to admit, however, that it was like getting the final exam questions at the beginning of the semester and knowing exactly what to study and where to B.S. Luckily, her walks with Cain had provided her with lots of stories and, surely, there had to be a history book somewhere in that library. DG laughed when she saw it on the second day at Finaqua - talk about a collection to put the college library to shame!
She skimmed the next few items on the list and nodded, making mental notes. What she really needed was a damn pen, so that she could make actual notes. The Warden waved her out of the dining room a few minutes later, so DG moved into the hallway. Flipping to the next page, her eyes went wide and DG looked up to an empty hallway.
She cleared the door to the bedroom, but didn't see Cain. She also didn’t hear water running and saw that the door to the bathroom was open. 'Maybe he's primping,' she thought with a slight grin. She glanced to the list again as she reached the doorway and asked: "Hey, Cain. Do you know how to-"
Even though it only took two seconds, DG would forever swear that it had been more like a five-minute experience. She glanced up to see Cain standing at the sink, watching her through the mirror with his face covered in shaving cream and razor in his hand. She probably wouldn’t have been as phased if he hadn’t been standing there, wrapping in nothing more than a towel.
Jerking her head away as she turned, DG forced back a laugh as she realized that the first thing that popped into her mind wasn't that Cain was eighty percent naked in front of her, but that she could hear, plain as day: 'Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel...' Where was her hairbrush, indeed. God, she missed Evie and her little boy.
She turned back to Cain with a laugh and her eyes went wide again before she looked away again. She blinked and tried to function human speech while not turning beet red. Mentally kicking herself, DG closed both eyes and opened the one farther away from Cain. "Do you know how to waltz?" she finally got out.
Cain watched her through the mirror and took a moment to rinse off the razor. "Why?" he asked simply. It was about time he got to have some fun at her expense.
DG held up the list. "Number seventeen on my Mom's list of things we have to do before we get back to-" She forgot for a moment that she wasn't looking in his direction on purpose and had to look away again. "Um... I’m just gonna..." She waved and pointed toward the bedroom. "Yeah," she added a second later and nodded as she moved back into the bedroom. Cain’s eyes moved from the doorway to his own reflection and he smiled.
DG leaned against the dresser and slapped herself in the head with the papers. 'What the Hell? It’s Cain,' she told herself.
'A naked Cain,' her brain pointed out. Who knew Cain was built like a K-State linebacker? 'Well, the striped shirts and vest really do nothing for him,' she thought for a moment before her eyes went wide.
'Why are you even thinking this? It’s Cain!' Great. Now she was having an argument with herself.
'Seriously, take a look. You have every right.'
'He’s married!'
'Yeah... to YOU. Moron.' DG blinked. Her eyes then darted left and she bit her lower lip. There was something so very wrong with what she was about to do. God, why hadn't she gone to the left when she'd cleared the doorway. At least, with the hinges, she'd have a slightly better chance of sneaking a peek without Cain seeing her.
'Moron! What do you have to sneak?' her inner monologue - which, DG noted, sounded an awful lot like her sister - demanded with a snip. Honestly, if it had a form, she'd have slapped the thing upside the head.
And then, for whatever reason, DG thought: 'I wonder if Abby and McGee finally got together?' Slapping her forehead again, DG knew that if she didn’t do this now, she'd never have the nerve again. Waiting for the sound of the razor in the water again, DG leaned her head to the doorway, just enough to catch the reflection in a side mirror, and jerked her head back. Shaking her head, DG decided to leave the room before she actually became a stalker.
'You should just walk in there. Get it over with.' DG ignored the voice and made a note to slap her sister Gibbs-style the next time they saw each other as she took another look at the list her mother had sent. 'Don’t come cryin' to me when-'
'Shut up.' She did have to admit that the brain could take in quite a lot of information at once. She would have no trouble sketching that scene. Twenty years from now, she'd even be able to get the label on the can of shaving cream the proper shade of green.
She really needed a pen.
DG was three windows away when she heard Cain say: "By the way, Kid. I can waltz." DG sighed and closed her eyes for a moment before turning to face Cain, who was standing in the doorway of their room, now dressed in his pants and boots. His shirt, however, was still in his left hand.
'Awkward...' DG heard her sister say in a rather annoyingly-high pitch.
*No one caught that Bob didn't actually narrate The Hairbrush Song... Of course, either did I... *facepalm* In that case, and because I can:
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