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Fic: Follow You Home - California Queen (10/20)
Title: Follow You Home - California Queen (10/20)
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
DG was browsing the nice shirts when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing up toward the dressing rooms, she did a half double-take at the sight of Wyatt Cain in jeans and a t-shirt.
A really tight t-shirt.
While she did feel bad for him, as it must be uncomfortable, she was still a girl and- 'And that is still Wyatt Cain,' a voice in her head shouted. He spotted DG and shifted slightly, tugging at the collar. DG frowned and moved over to him. "I forgot these run a little small," she said honestly. "Otherwise, not bad." She did a quick circle and looked at the length of the pants, then back up to Cain. "How do they feel?"
"Heavy and loose," Cain remarked simply. DG snorted and shook her head.
"Besides that?" Cain raised an eyebrow and tried not to smile at her.
"Fine." DG held up a finger and stepped over to a rack nearby and pulled one of the hangers free.
"Try this, with the other pants. Then you're done. Promise," she added, seeing the discontented look on his face. He huffed and took the shirt from her, then turned and went back to where his clothes were. It took everything she had to not watch him walk away. "Heavy and loose," she repeated with a laugh, and returned to the table of t-shirts.
Cain reappeared in the non-jeans and button-down shirt and DG did another circle, giving him a shrug then a nod. "What do you think?" she asked him, honestly wanting to know. Cain looked down at himself then back up to DG.
"I like the shirt," he admitted. DG smiled.
"Are these pants heavy and loose, too?" Cain glared at her.
"They are fine." DG shook her head and pushed him back.
“Go get dressed." When he came back a few minutes later, redressed in his Zone clothes, DG took the grey t-shirt from him and refolded it before putting it back on the stack. She pointed to the rainbow and nodded. "Pick two." Cain frowned and sighed. She wasn't going to back down, he realized, so he huffed and pointed to the beige and the light grey.
Which got him a dirty look.
"Come on, Cain. You're on vacation. Pretend to enjoy it." She stuck her bottom lip out just enough and saw his jaw clench.
"That one," he pointed to a blue. "And that one," he pointed to the dark grey he'd had on before. DG nodded and reached for one of each, making sure she'd grabbed the next size up. Next, she held up the brown pants.
"If you had to walk the Brick Route, end to end, would you be okay in these?" Cain glanced around the store for a moment and nodded. "And these?" she asked, holding up the jeans. Cain shook his head. DG made a face and his whole upper body shifted before he nodded. Next, DG led him over to the rack of button-downs he liked. There were stripes, plaids and solids. Cain pointed to the one in her arms and she huffed.
"Trust me, Cain. If you find a style you like, buy 'em when you can find 'em. Because you'll never find 'em again," she mumbled, pulling one of the hangers off the rack and holding it up to Cain, then shaking her head and putting the shirt back. Cain gave her a look and pointed to a blue one, and then a white one with light blue and grey vertical stripes.
DG turned to look up at him and smiled and leaned slightly as she spotted the sport coats. But deciding that there was no point, because he wasn't staying on this side, she simply shook her head and turned back to the shirts. As she grabbed the two he selected, DG straightened and turned to look at Cain for a moment.
'Crap.'
She caught his arm again and pulled him to the corner, which got her a raised eyebrow from Wyatt Cain. "I'm not gonna say a word," she said, shaking her head and pointing to the racks. "'s all you, Tin Man." Cain’s eyes moved from DG to the corner and he breathed out slowly. He took two steps away and stared at the racks for a moment before turning to DG with a look of sheer terror. DG continued to shake her head and reached for a package of socks nearby.
He turned again and put up his hands. "Seriously, Cain," she whispered loudly. "There's boxers and there's briefs. Pick one or I'm taking you to the Land of Pink," she threatened, nodding in the direction of Victoria's Secret. Cain's eyes went wide - as he only had seen pink once that day - and he shot back around and reached for one of the packages.
She only looked at the package long enough to compare the size chart and the pants size and then immediately looked away. As DG piled the clothes onto the counter, Cain leaned over and said quietly: "You don't have to-" DG gave him a look and forced a smile to the girl behind the counter. Even if it hadn't been on sale, the whole experience was worth it simply to see Wyatt Cain wearing jeans. Even if it was only for a minute.
As she handed her debit card over to the girl, DG noticed Cain's boots. She looked up to him for a moment, then back down. "Are those the same shoes you were-" Cain leaned forward and looked down then nodded.
"No, DG. I like these," he said sternly. DG made a face and took the pen from the cashier, who smiled and handed over the receipt to be signed. She passed the pen and paper back and shook her head. She pushed the two bags into Cain's hands and turned him away from the counter. As they reached the store entrance, Cain stopped and looked down to DG.
"You're not gonna make me-" he trailed off, nodding to his right. DG smiled and fought back a laugh.
"No Cain. I'm not. I don't even go in there," she said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back out into the open area. "I mean, I go... somewhere else-" She rolled her eyes at herself. "Oh, hey look! Pretzels..." she said, changing the subject as fast as she could.
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
DG was browsing the nice shirts when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing up toward the dressing rooms, she did a half double-take at the sight of Wyatt Cain in jeans and a t-shirt.
A really tight t-shirt.
While she did feel bad for him, as it must be uncomfortable, she was still a girl and- 'And that is still Wyatt Cain,' a voice in her head shouted. He spotted DG and shifted slightly, tugging at the collar. DG frowned and moved over to him. "I forgot these run a little small," she said honestly. "Otherwise, not bad." She did a quick circle and looked at the length of the pants, then back up to Cain. "How do they feel?"
"Heavy and loose," Cain remarked simply. DG snorted and shook her head.
"Besides that?" Cain raised an eyebrow and tried not to smile at her.
"Fine." DG held up a finger and stepped over to a rack nearby and pulled one of the hangers free.
"Try this, with the other pants. Then you're done. Promise," she added, seeing the discontented look on his face. He huffed and took the shirt from her, then turned and went back to where his clothes were. It took everything she had to not watch him walk away. "Heavy and loose," she repeated with a laugh, and returned to the table of t-shirts.
Cain reappeared in the non-jeans and button-down shirt and DG did another circle, giving him a shrug then a nod. "What do you think?" she asked him, honestly wanting to know. Cain looked down at himself then back up to DG.
"I like the shirt," he admitted. DG smiled.
"Are these pants heavy and loose, too?" Cain glared at her.
"They are fine." DG shook her head and pushed him back.
“Go get dressed." When he came back a few minutes later, redressed in his Zone clothes, DG took the grey t-shirt from him and refolded it before putting it back on the stack. She pointed to the rainbow and nodded. "Pick two." Cain frowned and sighed. She wasn't going to back down, he realized, so he huffed and pointed to the beige and the light grey.
Which got him a dirty look.
"Come on, Cain. You're on vacation. Pretend to enjoy it." She stuck her bottom lip out just enough and saw his jaw clench.
"That one," he pointed to a blue. "And that one," he pointed to the dark grey he'd had on before. DG nodded and reached for one of each, making sure she'd grabbed the next size up. Next, she held up the brown pants.
"If you had to walk the Brick Route, end to end, would you be okay in these?" Cain glanced around the store for a moment and nodded. "And these?" she asked, holding up the jeans. Cain shook his head. DG made a face and his whole upper body shifted before he nodded. Next, DG led him over to the rack of button-downs he liked. There were stripes, plaids and solids. Cain pointed to the one in her arms and she huffed.
"Trust me, Cain. If you find a style you like, buy 'em when you can find 'em. Because you'll never find 'em again," she mumbled, pulling one of the hangers off the rack and holding it up to Cain, then shaking her head and putting the shirt back. Cain gave her a look and pointed to a blue one, and then a white one with light blue and grey vertical stripes.
DG turned to look up at him and smiled and leaned slightly as she spotted the sport coats. But deciding that there was no point, because he wasn't staying on this side, she simply shook her head and turned back to the shirts. As she grabbed the two he selected, DG straightened and turned to look at Cain for a moment.
'Crap.'
She caught his arm again and pulled him to the corner, which got her a raised eyebrow from Wyatt Cain. "I'm not gonna say a word," she said, shaking her head and pointing to the racks. "'s all you, Tin Man." Cain’s eyes moved from DG to the corner and he breathed out slowly. He took two steps away and stared at the racks for a moment before turning to DG with a look of sheer terror. DG continued to shake her head and reached for a package of socks nearby.
He turned again and put up his hands. "Seriously, Cain," she whispered loudly. "There's boxers and there's briefs. Pick one or I'm taking you to the Land of Pink," she threatened, nodding in the direction of Victoria's Secret. Cain's eyes went wide - as he only had seen pink once that day - and he shot back around and reached for one of the packages.
She only looked at the package long enough to compare the size chart and the pants size and then immediately looked away. As DG piled the clothes onto the counter, Cain leaned over and said quietly: "You don't have to-" DG gave him a look and forced a smile to the girl behind the counter. Even if it hadn't been on sale, the whole experience was worth it simply to see Wyatt Cain wearing jeans. Even if it was only for a minute.
As she handed her debit card over to the girl, DG noticed Cain's boots. She looked up to him for a moment, then back down. "Are those the same shoes you were-" Cain leaned forward and looked down then nodded.
"No, DG. I like these," he said sternly. DG made a face and took the pen from the cashier, who smiled and handed over the receipt to be signed. She passed the pen and paper back and shook her head. She pushed the two bags into Cain's hands and turned him away from the counter. As they reached the store entrance, Cain stopped and looked down to DG.
"You're not gonna make me-" he trailed off, nodding to his right. DG smiled and fought back a laugh.
"No Cain. I'm not. I don't even go in there," she said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back out into the open area. "I mean, I go... somewhere else-" She rolled her eyes at herself. "Oh, hey look! Pretzels..." she said, changing the subject as fast as she could.