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Fic: Follow You Home - California Queen (8/20)
Title: Follow You Home - California Queen (8/20)
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain and DG, but if you saw 'em in the miniseries, they're here or mentioned. Plus some OCs
Rating: PG
Summary: DG left the Zone. Cain followed.
Warning: post-series. Blame n_e_star, for she fed Steve. ;)
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 rest of 'em are mine. Title comes from song of same name by Nickelback.
Prologue One . Prologue Two
California Queen: Part One . Part Two . Part Three . Part Four . Part Five . Part Six . Part Seven . Part Eight . Part Nine . Part Ten . Part Eleven . Part Twelve . Part Thirteen . Part Fourteen . Part Fifteen . Part Sixteen . Part Seventeen . Part Eighteen . Part Nineteen . Part Twenty
California Tin | California Sun
Five | Waking Up (CaliSun 20.2) | Almost Like Being in Love (CaliSun 24.5) | An Hour and 45 Minutes | Hava Nagila | Unexpected
"I'd been buying jewelry, clothes," DG said, picking at her jeans. "Vintage stuff is huge over here. And the jewelry..." Cain kept looking from her to the water, letting her tell her story on her time. "Anyway, I figured wherever I came out, I could get rid of some of the jewelry right off. There isn't exactly an exchange rate for platinums to dollars," she said with a laugh.
"Went in to the first restaurant I could find and offered double shifts. Found a by-the-week place and lived off tips for a month. Of course, I had no papers, no ID. Told 'em I'd been overseas with my parents and the bags were lost. And then had my carry-on stolen at the airport while we were waiting for the luggage, so I was pretty much working with the clothes on my back until I could get replacement papers."
"That's not where you-" Cain started to ask. DG shook her head and continued:
"Museum has a free day a few times each month. I went up there one day and ran into my art teacher. Of all the museums in all the world," she said with a sigh. "Happened to be in the right place at the right time... and they offered me a job; base pay, crappy hours... And I still had no ID. So I told them the story, and the curator said that, with the recommendation and vouching of my art teacher, they could swing it for a couple of weeks. Which is totally illegal, by the way," she said with a nod.
"Main problem was that I couldn't just go get a new one because who knows how we were in the system after three years. Y'know, if I start spouting my social and it's flagged, then I have to answer questions and..." DG waved to the air. "Anyway, after a few weeks, my boss suggested I take some time off. Forced vacation, really - he said he was sick of seeing me every day," she smiled.
"So Sasha rented me a car and I drove to Kansas. Figured it was time to answer up and, all else, find out where all my stuff was," she said with a shrug. "Turned out a family had just moved into the house; real nice lady with three kids. Told her I was a cousin and had been overseas for school and just got back. She said most of the stuff, far as she knew, went to Goodwill. I asked her to check for a loose brick next to the fireplace - that's where Popsicle kept the important papers hidden."
DG sighed and leaned back against the bench. "She brought back the papers and the key for the safety deposit box. Stopped at the Hilltop and Evie was there. She freaked," DG breathed a laugh. "Told me off for not calling to say I was all right. She said Gulch claimed my bike once it hit the unclaimed pile. I thought about stealing it back, but I can't exactly ride to work on a motorcycle while wearing a skirt," DG said with a forced smile. Cain nodded in agreement, especially with the dress she'd been wearing the day before.
"She gave me a copy of my license from Carter's files and I told her I'd keep in touch. Headed for the bank to check the box, drop off the key and close the bank account." DG stared at the water for a moment and scratched her head. Cain watched her lean forward, elbows on her knees and pinching her nose with her thumbs. Turning her head toward Cain, she gave him a forced smile.
"You know what was in the box?" Cain shook his head. "One of those projection-things," she said with a nod and sat up. "A letter from Popsicle saying who I really was and instructions for calling a travel storm." She had to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Had she not been to the Zone, she never would know how to turn the projector on in the first place.
"Anyway, got back to the museum, gave them a copy of my license and got all the other papers squared away. And here we are." Cain nodded once and took a deep breath, regretting it as the smell of salt was much stronger.
Turning to DG, he stared at her for a minute and stated matter-of-factly: "I don't want fish." DG laughed and leaned into Cain, giving him a shove. They both looked out to the water and smiled, enjoying the moment.
The two of them walked back up to the street and down to the corner. DG turned right and motioned toward a door just in front of them. As she pulled the door open, Cain looked up to the sign hanging over the door and then back down to DG with a frown. "You said you didn't like fish." DG reached out and caught his elbow, pulling him inside.
"It just the name of the place, Cain. They have stuff besides fish." Cain looked around and didn't know what to think of the décor. He’d never seen anything like it. It was bright, and open. And there were far too many things hanging on the walls. He noticed DG staring at him and shrugged. "Just trying to figure out what you'd like," she said with a shrug.
"Welcome to Wahoo's," the young man behind the counter said with a nod as DG turned.
"Thanks. A number two, please. Chicken and carne, no beans on either. And a number seven, light on the beans. And two bottles of water."
"And how would you like the chicken?" the man asked. DG glanced up to the menu at her choices and then to Cain.
"Blackened." Cain tapped her arm and pointed to the upper left of the menu and DG smiled. "And one order of fries, please." The man nodded and DG hitched a thumb toward the tables as she pulled her wallet from her pocket.
She joined Cain a moment later with the two drinks and a number card. A minute later, their food arrived. Cain looked at it with a raised eyebrow, but was hungry and had to admit that it looked better than half the food he'd ever eaten in the Zone. His eyes began to water at the first bite of chicken and DG quickly opened his water while trying not to laugh.
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*abuses modly privileges once again*
Episode One is complete. Well... give or take a sentence.
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Wahoo's Fish Taco - my brother's favorite restaraunt
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain and DG, but if you saw 'em in the miniseries, they're here or mentioned. Plus some OCs
Rating: PG
Summary: DG left the Zone. Cain followed.
Warning: post-series. Blame n_e_star, for she fed Steve. ;)
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 rest of 'em are mine. Title comes from song of same name by Nickelback.
Prologue One . Prologue Two
California Queen: Part One . Part Two . Part Three . Part Four . Part Five . Part Six . Part Seven . Part Eight . Part Nine . Part Ten . Part Eleven . Part Twelve . Part Thirteen . Part Fourteen . Part Fifteen . Part Sixteen . Part Seventeen . Part Eighteen . Part Nineteen . Part Twenty
California Tin | California Sun
Five | Waking Up (CaliSun 20.2) | Almost Like Being in Love (CaliSun 24.5) | An Hour and 45 Minutes | Hava Nagila | Unexpected
"I'd been buying jewelry, clothes," DG said, picking at her jeans. "Vintage stuff is huge over here. And the jewelry..." Cain kept looking from her to the water, letting her tell her story on her time. "Anyway, I figured wherever I came out, I could get rid of some of the jewelry right off. There isn't exactly an exchange rate for platinums to dollars," she said with a laugh.
"Went in to the first restaurant I could find and offered double shifts. Found a by-the-week place and lived off tips for a month. Of course, I had no papers, no ID. Told 'em I'd been overseas with my parents and the bags were lost. And then had my carry-on stolen at the airport while we were waiting for the luggage, so I was pretty much working with the clothes on my back until I could get replacement papers."
"That's not where you-" Cain started to ask. DG shook her head and continued:
"Museum has a free day a few times each month. I went up there one day and ran into my art teacher. Of all the museums in all the world," she said with a sigh. "Happened to be in the right place at the right time... and they offered me a job; base pay, crappy hours... And I still had no ID. So I told them the story, and the curator said that, with the recommendation and vouching of my art teacher, they could swing it for a couple of weeks. Which is totally illegal, by the way," she said with a nod.
"Main problem was that I couldn't just go get a new one because who knows how we were in the system after three years. Y'know, if I start spouting my social and it's flagged, then I have to answer questions and..." DG waved to the air. "Anyway, after a few weeks, my boss suggested I take some time off. Forced vacation, really - he said he was sick of seeing me every day," she smiled.
"So Sasha rented me a car and I drove to Kansas. Figured it was time to answer up and, all else, find out where all my stuff was," she said with a shrug. "Turned out a family had just moved into the house; real nice lady with three kids. Told her I was a cousin and had been overseas for school and just got back. She said most of the stuff, far as she knew, went to Goodwill. I asked her to check for a loose brick next to the fireplace - that's where Popsicle kept the important papers hidden."
DG sighed and leaned back against the bench. "She brought back the papers and the key for the safety deposit box. Stopped at the Hilltop and Evie was there. She freaked," DG breathed a laugh. "Told me off for not calling to say I was all right. She said Gulch claimed my bike once it hit the unclaimed pile. I thought about stealing it back, but I can't exactly ride to work on a motorcycle while wearing a skirt," DG said with a forced smile. Cain nodded in agreement, especially with the dress she'd been wearing the day before.
"She gave me a copy of my license from Carter's files and I told her I'd keep in touch. Headed for the bank to check the box, drop off the key and close the bank account." DG stared at the water for a moment and scratched her head. Cain watched her lean forward, elbows on her knees and pinching her nose with her thumbs. Turning her head toward Cain, she gave him a forced smile.
"You know what was in the box?" Cain shook his head. "One of those projection-things," she said with a nod and sat up. "A letter from Popsicle saying who I really was and instructions for calling a travel storm." She had to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Had she not been to the Zone, she never would know how to turn the projector on in the first place.
"Anyway, got back to the museum, gave them a copy of my license and got all the other papers squared away. And here we are." Cain nodded once and took a deep breath, regretting it as the smell of salt was much stronger.
Turning to DG, he stared at her for a minute and stated matter-of-factly: "I don't want fish." DG laughed and leaned into Cain, giving him a shove. They both looked out to the water and smiled, enjoying the moment.
The two of them walked back up to the street and down to the corner. DG turned right and motioned toward a door just in front of them. As she pulled the door open, Cain looked up to the sign hanging over the door and then back down to DG with a frown. "You said you didn't like fish." DG reached out and caught his elbow, pulling him inside.
"It just the name of the place, Cain. They have stuff besides fish." Cain looked around and didn't know what to think of the décor. He’d never seen anything like it. It was bright, and open. And there were far too many things hanging on the walls. He noticed DG staring at him and shrugged. "Just trying to figure out what you'd like," she said with a shrug.
"Welcome to Wahoo's," the young man behind the counter said with a nod as DG turned.
"Thanks. A number two, please. Chicken and carne, no beans on either. And a number seven, light on the beans. And two bottles of water."
"And how would you like the chicken?" the man asked. DG glanced up to the menu at her choices and then to Cain.
"Blackened." Cain tapped her arm and pointed to the upper left of the menu and DG smiled. "And one order of fries, please." The man nodded and DG hitched a thumb toward the tables as she pulled her wallet from her pocket.
She joined Cain a moment later with the two drinks and a number card. A minute later, their food arrived. Cain looked at it with a raised eyebrow, but was hungry and had to admit that it looked better than half the food he'd ever eaten in the Zone. His eyes began to water at the first bite of chicken and DG quickly opened his water while trying not to laugh.
__________________
*abuses modly privileges once again*
Episode One is complete. Well... give or take a sentence.
\O/
Wahoo's Fish Taco - my brother's favorite restaraunt