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Fic: The Blue and the Gray
Title: The Blue and the Gray
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, Ahamo, the Queen, Morris and the seamstress (mention of the fighters of the Eastern Guild and DG)
Rating: G
Summary: It’s never just shop talk.
Warning: post-series *A few days before Ever Wonder... More filler
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 OCs are mine.
Scarecrow | The Cafeteria Boys | Dinner Conversation | Cafeteria Food | Stallone and Rabbits | Rabbits - and Cain - Can be Scary | Why Eat Crow When There's Pie? | No Laughing Matter | Only in the O.Z. Would the Bible Be Funny... | There's Something About Wheelers | Ever Wonder What Would Happen if the Sheep Hit the Finaqua? | DG and Leo's Excellent Adventure (Which Turned Out to Be a Bogus Journey) | What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua | Preparations of Titanic Proportions | Boys are Cute When They're Flustered | Checkmate | The Blue and the Gray | Times They Are a-Changin' | Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Cain? | Subterfuge | Royal Guards Don't Dance
Cain stepped into the hallway with Ahamo and Morris and the three men nodded to the Queen and the seamstress, who were both standing near the large window seat. Ahamo stepped away for a moment and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek before rejoining Cain and Morris.
“I’m still not sure,” the Queen said as Ahamo neared.
“Good afternoon, dear,” he said with a smile and gave the seamstress a nod.
“Good afternoon. You three keeping out of trouble?” she asked loud enough for Cain and Morris to hear. Both men gave each other a look of false guilt then gave her a smile and a nod.
Ahamo looked at the piles of different fabrics and ribbons and beading and laughed. “What happened here?” he asked with a nod to the pile. “Looks like a craft fair exploded.” The seamstress gave him a look and reached for one of the swatches of thickly-beaded material with a huff.
“We are having a difficult time deciding on a color for the upcoming ball,” the Queen said airly. Ahamo smiled and kissed the side of his wife’s head.
“I’m sure whatever you pick will be fine, dear.” In the most regal manner possible, the Queen rolled her eyes and looked back to the pile. “If you’ll excuse us, ladies,” he said a second later, with a nod toward Cain and Morris. Both of them smiled and watched him rejoin the soldiers and then turned back to look at the pile.
A moment later, the Queen turned back. “Mister Cain.” The three men stopped and turned together.
“Ma’am?”
“I have a question for you about the Eastern Guild, if you have a moment.” Cain glanced at Ahamo and Morris and nodded for them to continue the discussion without him and then stepped toward the Queen. Morris pulled Ahamo along to the next large window and they sat down on the padded bench just across from the opening.
Cain moved over to the Queen’s side and took a quick glance at the rainbow of colors and patterns before catching the seamstress’ eye. Forcing a smile, he turned away and made a face as soon as he was sure she couldn’t see. He didn’t know what the woman’s problem was. He flinched slightly at the smile on the Queen’s face, for she had seen the look and had to force herself not to laugh.
“The Eastern Guild,” he asked, knowing that he hadn’t heard anything. The Queen nodded and smiled, placing a hand on his arm to lead him a few steps away from the seamstress.
“Yes, it seems that when DG arrived in the Zone, she happened across some of the Guild warriors.” Cain nodded. He recalled DG and Glitch telling him the story of their meeting and the arrival of the Longcoats. “We have been trying to reestablish communication with the Guild, but all the communications we have sent-” she trailed off as Cain began nodding.
For whatever reason, the little warriors didn’t seem interested in ‘proper channels’ and they’d tried everything. “It has been a year, Highness. If they did want to rejoin-” The Queen raised her hand slightly.
“We must have the fighters of the Eastern Guild on our side.” Cain nodded. “Perhaps a change of tactic is due.” Cain nodded again. “We have given them plenty of time to rejoin on their own.”
“We can’t force them.” Cain shook his head.
The Queen nodded in agreement. “If we send someone to plead our case...”
“Who do you recommend?” Cain asked, already knowing who she was going to suggest. DG seemed to have the resolve to go toe to toe with most of the leaders of the Outer Zone, and had an annoying ability to be just that: annoying. Some of the leaders gave in simply because it would be an end to listening to DG push the subject. Others were won over by her backward, Other Side charm.
“Your Highness,” they heard and both turned to see the seamstress nodding to the pile. “We really must make a decision if we are to be ready.” The Queen nodded and looked back to Cain.
“Would you be so kind as to put together a travel plan?”
“Before or after the party?” Cain asked, knowing DG would gladly volunteer to go before, as it would get her out of pre-ball activities.
“I think after,” the Queen stated, thinking exactly the same thing. Her hand caught just at Cain’s elbow and she walked with him a few steps back to the pile. “If all else, it will be a nice change of scene for her.”
“Agreed,” Cain said with a nod and noticed the Queen hadn’t let go of his arm.
“While you’re here, perhaps you can help us,” she said with a nod to the pile. “I fear I’ve been staring at these so long that they’ve all blended into one mass of color.” Cain gave her a half-smile and threw a glance to the seamstress. She gave him a slight shrug and he nodded to the Queen before looking down at the pile.
“What are you-” he started to ask, but the Queen simply waved.
“Just tell me which one you like.” Cain sighed heavily and looked back to the pile. Clenching his jaw slightly, he feared just what his decision would come to. They wouldn’t be looking for table coverings with all the beads; and most of the fabric was too flimsy for the draperies.
“The blue is nice,” he said with a nod to the left corner of the seat. Both the Queen and the seamstress leaned forward slightly to look for the fabric he’d pointed out.
“There is no blue there,” the seamstress said, pointing to the three shades of blue material in the far right corner. The Queen, however, saw the material Cain had indicated and reached down for it. When the seamstress saw it, she huffed. “That is gray, sir. Not blue.”
“No,” the Queen said and let go of Cain’s arm. Moving away a few steps, she held it up and the seamstress sucked in a breath.
“Well, I’ll be...” she said with a start. “It’s blue.” The Queen moved back to Cain and laid it out over the pile of fabrics.
“But, up close, it is gray,” she said in amazement. Cain threw a glance to each of the women, hoping his job was done. They both nodded to him and continued to stare at the fabric as he slipped away and rejoined Ahamo and Morris.
“Fascinating,” one of them said.
“Indeed,” said the other.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, Ahamo, the Queen, Morris and the seamstress (mention of the fighters of the Eastern Guild and DG)
Rating: G
Summary: It’s never just shop talk.
Warning: post-series *A few days before Ever Wonder... More filler
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 OCs are mine.
Scarecrow | The Cafeteria Boys | Dinner Conversation | Cafeteria Food | Stallone and Rabbits | Rabbits - and Cain - Can be Scary | Why Eat Crow When There's Pie? | No Laughing Matter | Only in the O.Z. Would the Bible Be Funny... | There's Something About Wheelers | Ever Wonder What Would Happen if the Sheep Hit the Finaqua? | DG and Leo's Excellent Adventure (Which Turned Out to Be a Bogus Journey) | What Happened When the Sheep Hit the Finaqua | Preparations of Titanic Proportions | Boys are Cute When They're Flustered | Checkmate | The Blue and the Gray | Times They Are a-Changin' | Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Cain? | Subterfuge | Royal Guards Don't Dance
Cain stepped into the hallway with Ahamo and Morris and the three men nodded to the Queen and the seamstress, who were both standing near the large window seat. Ahamo stepped away for a moment and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek before rejoining Cain and Morris.
“I’m still not sure,” the Queen said as Ahamo neared.
“Good afternoon, dear,” he said with a smile and gave the seamstress a nod.
“Good afternoon. You three keeping out of trouble?” she asked loud enough for Cain and Morris to hear. Both men gave each other a look of false guilt then gave her a smile and a nod.
Ahamo looked at the piles of different fabrics and ribbons and beading and laughed. “What happened here?” he asked with a nod to the pile. “Looks like a craft fair exploded.” The seamstress gave him a look and reached for one of the swatches of thickly-beaded material with a huff.
“We are having a difficult time deciding on a color for the upcoming ball,” the Queen said airly. Ahamo smiled and kissed the side of his wife’s head.
“I’m sure whatever you pick will be fine, dear.” In the most regal manner possible, the Queen rolled her eyes and looked back to the pile. “If you’ll excuse us, ladies,” he said a second later, with a nod toward Cain and Morris. Both of them smiled and watched him rejoin the soldiers and then turned back to look at the pile.
A moment later, the Queen turned back. “Mister Cain.” The three men stopped and turned together.
“Ma’am?”
“I have a question for you about the Eastern Guild, if you have a moment.” Cain glanced at Ahamo and Morris and nodded for them to continue the discussion without him and then stepped toward the Queen. Morris pulled Ahamo along to the next large window and they sat down on the padded bench just across from the opening.
Cain moved over to the Queen’s side and took a quick glance at the rainbow of colors and patterns before catching the seamstress’ eye. Forcing a smile, he turned away and made a face as soon as he was sure she couldn’t see. He didn’t know what the woman’s problem was. He flinched slightly at the smile on the Queen’s face, for she had seen the look and had to force herself not to laugh.
“The Eastern Guild,” he asked, knowing that he hadn’t heard anything. The Queen nodded and smiled, placing a hand on his arm to lead him a few steps away from the seamstress.
“Yes, it seems that when DG arrived in the Zone, she happened across some of the Guild warriors.” Cain nodded. He recalled DG and Glitch telling him the story of their meeting and the arrival of the Longcoats. “We have been trying to reestablish communication with the Guild, but all the communications we have sent-” she trailed off as Cain began nodding.
For whatever reason, the little warriors didn’t seem interested in ‘proper channels’ and they’d tried everything. “It has been a year, Highness. If they did want to rejoin-” The Queen raised her hand slightly.
“We must have the fighters of the Eastern Guild on our side.” Cain nodded. “Perhaps a change of tactic is due.” Cain nodded again. “We have given them plenty of time to rejoin on their own.”
“We can’t force them.” Cain shook his head.
The Queen nodded in agreement. “If we send someone to plead our case...”
“Who do you recommend?” Cain asked, already knowing who she was going to suggest. DG seemed to have the resolve to go toe to toe with most of the leaders of the Outer Zone, and had an annoying ability to be just that: annoying. Some of the leaders gave in simply because it would be an end to listening to DG push the subject. Others were won over by her backward, Other Side charm.
“Your Highness,” they heard and both turned to see the seamstress nodding to the pile. “We really must make a decision if we are to be ready.” The Queen nodded and looked back to Cain.
“Would you be so kind as to put together a travel plan?”
“Before or after the party?” Cain asked, knowing DG would gladly volunteer to go before, as it would get her out of pre-ball activities.
“I think after,” the Queen stated, thinking exactly the same thing. Her hand caught just at Cain’s elbow and she walked with him a few steps back to the pile. “If all else, it will be a nice change of scene for her.”
“Agreed,” Cain said with a nod and noticed the Queen hadn’t let go of his arm.
“While you’re here, perhaps you can help us,” she said with a nod to the pile. “I fear I’ve been staring at these so long that they’ve all blended into one mass of color.” Cain gave her a half-smile and threw a glance to the seamstress. She gave him a slight shrug and he nodded to the Queen before looking down at the pile.
“What are you-” he started to ask, but the Queen simply waved.
“Just tell me which one you like.” Cain sighed heavily and looked back to the pile. Clenching his jaw slightly, he feared just what his decision would come to. They wouldn’t be looking for table coverings with all the beads; and most of the fabric was too flimsy for the draperies.
“The blue is nice,” he said with a nod to the left corner of the seat. Both the Queen and the seamstress leaned forward slightly to look for the fabric he’d pointed out.
“There is no blue there,” the seamstress said, pointing to the three shades of blue material in the far right corner. The Queen, however, saw the material Cain had indicated and reached down for it. When the seamstress saw it, she huffed. “That is gray, sir. Not blue.”
“No,” the Queen said and let go of Cain’s arm. Moving away a few steps, she held it up and the seamstress sucked in a breath.
“Well, I’ll be...” she said with a start. “It’s blue.” The Queen moved back to Cain and laid it out over the pile of fabrics.
“But, up close, it is gray,” she said in amazement. Cain threw a glance to each of the women, hoping his job was done. They both nodded to him and continued to stare at the fabric as he slipped away and rejoined Ahamo and Morris.
“Fascinating,” one of them said.
“Indeed,” said the other.