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Fic: Follow You Home - California Queen (17/20)
Title: Follow You Home - California Queen (17/20)
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
Half an hour later, Cain was sitting at one of the tables between the door and the far counter. Missus Lowry came back around the corner with a plate in her hand and set the sandwich down in front of Cain before sitting in the chair opposite him.
"Tell you what," she began, watching Cain not touch the sandwich. "Promise me you won't go walking to that park; and eat up," she said with a nod to the sandwich. "And soon as Simon gets back, I'll have him drive you up there."
"Simon?" Cain asked.
"My husband," she said, nodding to the sandwich again. "He's dropping off a cake up at the college." Cain blinked and reached for the sandwich but didn't take a bite.
"Much obliged, but... you don't even know me," Cain said, baffled at the woman's offer. She smiled and reached across the table to swat his hand then stood up
"Honey, if you were gonna rob the place, you wouldn't have used my name. Nor mentioned the turkey sandwich." Cain nodded, as she had a point. "'sides, any friend of that girl is a friend of mine," she said with a nod to the window. Cain blinked and looked up to Missus Lowry with a blank stare, then frowned slightly.
"I- How..." Missus Lowry laughed and adjusted the boxes on the end shelf.
"Only one person 'round here works at the Huntington and orders the turkey sandwich." She gave him a nod and pointed to the sandwich in front of him before walking back to the counter and her list.
Cain stared at the sandwich for a moment and breathed a laugh.
Cain found himself roped into helping Missus Lowry - who insisted twice he call her Jeanie - move some boxes from the supply closet to the kitchen. About an hour later, Simon returned from his delivery and Jeanie told him she'd offered his services as a chauffer. Simon agreed, but wanted to go upstairs, shower and change first. Cain was fine with waiting, as he still had to go back to DG's and secure the trunk for a trip through the travel storm, not to mention go over the instructions from Azkadellia on how to go about calling the cyclone.
Returning to the apartment, Cain checked the desk for some paper and a pencil, but only found a pen. It took him a few moments to figure out how to get the thing to work and sat down to think about what he wanted to say in the note. It seemed his lack of words wasn't just vocal, but also with the written. Instead, he decided to check the trunk and, five minutes later, still had no idea what to write.
Cain found himself staring at the drawing of himself, Glitch and Raw and he finally knew what he wanted to say.
...some fantastic things... can't force... friend... understand... safe...
Sitting back, Cain sighed heavily and set down the pen, then took a second to reread his note. Satisfied that it said everything he wanted to say, Cain folded the page and pushed himself up from the desk. Taking a last look around the apartment, Cain moved over to the truck, secured the latches again and heaved the thing up from the floor.
Ten minutes later, Cain met Simon at the truck. "Y'know, I could probably find you a pack for that," he said with a nod to the truck. "Might be easier to haul around the mountains if your gear is on your back instead of in a box."
"Not to worry. I've moved heavier a lot further," Cain said with a nod, thinking back to some of the training sessions before he became a Tin Man. Simon shrugged and motioned for Cain to hop into the truck, and Jeanie stepped out from the shop to give them a wave. Cain had one foot in the cab when he pulled back and moved around to Jeanie.
"Thank you for keeping an eye on DG." Jeanie gave him a look and smiled before patting him on the arm.
"Happy to do it. She's a great girl and it's like having the kids back at home." Cain nodded and gave her a tight smile before moving back around the truck and finally getting into the cab. Jeanie gave them another wave as they pulled away and stayed at the door until the truck cleared the corner.
DG had been in a mood most of the morning, which Sasha had asked her about on the drive to work. DG had simply stated she hadn't slept well and changed the subject. The day moved along fairly quickly for everyone at the Huntington - everyone but DG, of course.
She was in the children's area at ten, when two boys were arguing over whether or not one of them was a 'fraidy-cat.' At eleven thirty, an elderly man and his wife were discussing the fact that he couldn't remember the name of the man they were supposed to be meeting later on, nor why they had the appointment in the first place. At twelve, she overheard a group of girls from one of the high schools discussing the fact that their teacher must be possessed because they were miserable and only a witch would think art was interesting.
But it was the college student at one forty-five that made DG worry. He'd been looking at the paintings in the gallery as she'd passed by, and he asked if she could help him decipher the meaning behind the piece of art. DG glanced at the grey and blue strokes and gave the young man a smile, telling him that the whole point of the painting was for him to see whatever he saw. There was no right or wrong answer.
He sighed and looked at the painting again, then turned back to her. "Looks like the inside of a twister, y'ask me," he trailed before giving her a shrug, thanking her and moving on. DG looked at the painting again and frowned, suddenly have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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What? o.O
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
Half an hour later, Cain was sitting at one of the tables between the door and the far counter. Missus Lowry came back around the corner with a plate in her hand and set the sandwich down in front of Cain before sitting in the chair opposite him.
"Tell you what," she began, watching Cain not touch the sandwich. "Promise me you won't go walking to that park; and eat up," she said with a nod to the sandwich. "And soon as Simon gets back, I'll have him drive you up there."
"Simon?" Cain asked.
"My husband," she said, nodding to the sandwich again. "He's dropping off a cake up at the college." Cain blinked and reached for the sandwich but didn't take a bite.
"Much obliged, but... you don't even know me," Cain said, baffled at the woman's offer. She smiled and reached across the table to swat his hand then stood up
"Honey, if you were gonna rob the place, you wouldn't have used my name. Nor mentioned the turkey sandwich." Cain nodded, as she had a point. "'sides, any friend of that girl is a friend of mine," she said with a nod to the window. Cain blinked and looked up to Missus Lowry with a blank stare, then frowned slightly.
"I- How..." Missus Lowry laughed and adjusted the boxes on the end shelf.
"Only one person 'round here works at the Huntington and orders the turkey sandwich." She gave him a nod and pointed to the sandwich in front of him before walking back to the counter and her list.
Cain stared at the sandwich for a moment and breathed a laugh.
Cain found himself roped into helping Missus Lowry - who insisted twice he call her Jeanie - move some boxes from the supply closet to the kitchen. About an hour later, Simon returned from his delivery and Jeanie told him she'd offered his services as a chauffer. Simon agreed, but wanted to go upstairs, shower and change first. Cain was fine with waiting, as he still had to go back to DG's and secure the trunk for a trip through the travel storm, not to mention go over the instructions from Azkadellia on how to go about calling the cyclone.
Returning to the apartment, Cain checked the desk for some paper and a pencil, but only found a pen. It took him a few moments to figure out how to get the thing to work and sat down to think about what he wanted to say in the note. It seemed his lack of words wasn't just vocal, but also with the written. Instead, he decided to check the trunk and, five minutes later, still had no idea what to write.
Cain found himself staring at the drawing of himself, Glitch and Raw and he finally knew what he wanted to say.
...some fantastic things... can't force... friend... understand... safe...
Sitting back, Cain sighed heavily and set down the pen, then took a second to reread his note. Satisfied that it said everything he wanted to say, Cain folded the page and pushed himself up from the desk. Taking a last look around the apartment, Cain moved over to the truck, secured the latches again and heaved the thing up from the floor.
Ten minutes later, Cain met Simon at the truck. "Y'know, I could probably find you a pack for that," he said with a nod to the truck. "Might be easier to haul around the mountains if your gear is on your back instead of in a box."
"Not to worry. I've moved heavier a lot further," Cain said with a nod, thinking back to some of the training sessions before he became a Tin Man. Simon shrugged and motioned for Cain to hop into the truck, and Jeanie stepped out from the shop to give them a wave. Cain had one foot in the cab when he pulled back and moved around to Jeanie.
"Thank you for keeping an eye on DG." Jeanie gave him a look and smiled before patting him on the arm.
"Happy to do it. She's a great girl and it's like having the kids back at home." Cain nodded and gave her a tight smile before moving back around the truck and finally getting into the cab. Jeanie gave them another wave as they pulled away and stayed at the door until the truck cleared the corner.
DG had been in a mood most of the morning, which Sasha had asked her about on the drive to work. DG had simply stated she hadn't slept well and changed the subject. The day moved along fairly quickly for everyone at the Huntington - everyone but DG, of course.
She was in the children's area at ten, when two boys were arguing over whether or not one of them was a 'fraidy-cat.' At eleven thirty, an elderly man and his wife were discussing the fact that he couldn't remember the name of the man they were supposed to be meeting later on, nor why they had the appointment in the first place. At twelve, she overheard a group of girls from one of the high schools discussing the fact that their teacher must be possessed because they were miserable and only a witch would think art was interesting.
But it was the college student at one forty-five that made DG worry. He'd been looking at the paintings in the gallery as she'd passed by, and he asked if she could help him decipher the meaning behind the piece of art. DG glanced at the grey and blue strokes and gave the young man a smile, telling him that the whole point of the painting was for him to see whatever he saw. There was no right or wrong answer.
He sighed and looked at the painting again, then turned back to her. "Looks like the inside of a twister, y'ask me," he trailed before giving her a shrug, thanking her and moving on. DG looked at the painting again and frowned, suddenly have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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What? o.O