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Fic: Nightmare - DG (2/3)
Title: Nightmare - DG (2/3)
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Azkadellia, Cain, Glitch, Raw, Zero, the Queen, the witch, random Longcoats (mention of Emily)
Rating: G
Summary: The girl from Kansas has lost her sister.
Warning: post-series *not so much a Part Two, as a side-along, to Nightmare - Cain
Disclaimer: The original characters belongs to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors.
Originally posted: Dec 9, 2007
Nightmare - Cain | Nightmare - DG | Where's a Dream Book When You Need One?
DG turned to face her sister as Azkadellia shouted, and found a Longcoat holding Az’s arms behind her back. Az, who was fighting to break the soldier’s hold, looked to DG and froze. DG realized that Az wasn’t, in fact, looking at her. Whatever had affected Az was behind her.
Eyes wide, DG slowly turned her head. As her chin touched her shoulder, the rest of DG’s body followed suit. Inhaling sharply, DG quickly stepped back, closer to her sister, and was immediately grabbed by Zero. ‘How did he get behind me?’ she wondered. He’d just been standing next to... her.
Zero’s vice-like grip on DG’s arms made her wince in pain. He shoved her forward, almost face-to-face with the witch. A wicked grin spread across the witch’s face as the elderly woman reached out for DG. As a long finger neared her cheek, DG reared back - as far as she could, what with Zero holding her still.
The witch followed the curve of DG’s right cheek, under her chin, and back up the left side of her face, all without physically touching the girl. “Did you really think it would be that simple?” the witch asked, raising one eyebrow. Well, DG assumed that’s what the woman would have done, had she a normal face.
“Melting into a puddle of goo,” the witch paused, tilting her head slightly. “It’s really not that dramatic.”
“I don’t know. Robert Patrick was pretty convincing.” The words had come out of DG’s mouth before she realized she’d even spoke. The witch stepped back, cocked her head to one side and smiled. She raised one arm and snapped her fingers.
Behind her, an iron suit appeared.
DG’s eyes grew wide; this could only end badly. The witch jerked her head in the direction of the suit and DG could hear Zero breathe as he smirked. As he began to force DG toward the suit, she tried to turn to Az.
“No! Azka-” Her voice muffled as Zero turned her in his arms. She fought as hard as she could to get free. Tired of her struggling, Zero released his hold just enough to get his arms around her waist and hiked her up about a foot. DG reached over his shoulder for Az, who was also reaching for her sister.
“Put me down!” DG screeched into Zero’s ear as she pounded her fists on his shoulder blade. He dropped her to the ground mere inches from the edge of the suit and leaned down so that they were eye-level with each other. Raising an eyebrow, he pressed,
“Where’s your Tin Man?” He huffed a laugh, returning to his full height and shoved DG into the suit. As he pushed the door shut, DG looked at her sister. She was oblivious to caring that she was about to be shut in this cage. No, DG’s concern was that now, there was no one to protect Az.
The door slammed shut and DG was blanketed in darkness. Suddenly, it felt like someone was tightening a leather strap around her chest - a classmate from elementary school had explained the feeling of an asthma attack using this analogy - and DG assumed this was the beginning of a panic attack. As her eyes adjusted to the little light coming through the faceplate, DG’s other senses began to kick in. In a second, her fingers had run across the inner surface of the suit; her ears, picking up the vibrations in the metal as the pins were inserted.
Standing on her tiptoes, DG tried to peer out of the faceplate to see her sister struggling against the Longcoats grasp. As the witch took a step toward Azkadellia, DG began pounding on the suit and screaming, as loud as she could.
Az turned her gaze to DG and the suit and stopped fighting. DG realized what was about to happen and began screaming louder, until her voice began to crack. Tears were streaming down her face as the witch began transferring back into Azkadellia.
Once the process was complete, Zero had waved his subordinates to release her and bowed; his eyes never leaving hers. The witch took a moment to adjust to being back in her former host and sighed deeply. Success written all over her face, Azkadellia strode over to the suit. DG had stopped making any noise, but the tears were still falling. Slapping her palm to the faceplate, DG closed her eyes in defeat and her head dropped.
Giving Azkadellia one last glance, begging for forgiveness from the part of her sister that was still somewhere in there, DG felt the invisible strap tighten again. Azkadellia turned swiftly and raised an eyebrow at Zero.
“Fall out,” he said, nodding slightly in her direction. The soldiers each threw a furtive glance at the suit - the very sight of the thing bothered anyone who saw one - as they proceeded to follow their commanding officer.
As they disappeared from her view, DG dropped her shoulders and threw herself against the back of the suit. She kicked at the door of the suit and began crying again. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ the voice inside her head accused. Blinking away the tears, DG took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
She kicked the suit again, feeling the vibrations on her back, and ran a hand across the surface, just as she had before. Closing her eyes, DG rested her head against the cool metal and swallowed. Taking a deep breath, her sense of smell kicked in. DG straightened as her eyes shot open.
Cain.
This was the same suit Cain had been in.
The tightness around her chest eased considerably.
DG bolted upright, her breathing shallow as she glanced around the room. It took a moment for her to remember where she was. ‘My room,’ she realized with a sigh. ‘Well, someone’s room that I’m currently borrowing.’ Rolling her eyes, trying to wake up, DG pushed the covers off and moved to get herself out of the ridiculously large bed.
Noting that you could fit a small country on the thing, DG finally got to the edge and thumped to the floor. She vaguely noted that the walls were extremely red, even with the glow from the fireplace. She pulled the covers back up and rolled her eyes. Mom had her trained- She straightened and mentally corrected herself. ‘Series-whatever Nurture Unit had her trained.’
‘Wonder if Az can reset them?’ DG wondered as she reached for the blanket on the end of the bed. She padded to the door and poked her head into the hallway. She was hit with a yawn that moved her whole body. Seeing a light coming from a doorway to her right, DG considered going down to see who was still awake, but heard a soft voice.
“It’s all right, my darling Azkadellia. You are safe.” DG smiled softly and decided that she wasn’t going to interrupt her mother and her sister simply because she’d had a nightmare. For a moment, she wondered if Az had suffered a similar nightmare, which caused her to turn in their direction.
Taking one step, DG stopped again and looked back over her shoulder. As much as she was glad to have a proper family, they were still strangers. The Queen was her mother, yes; but it was Emily who sat with her after every nightmare. DG, starting to fall asleep again, turned and passed her door, and continued down the hall. She stopped at the first set of doors and looked at each.
A moment later, shaking her head, DG continued to the next set. ‘Past the table?’ she asked herself, trying to remember. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and continued down the hall. As DG passed the second set of doors, she closed her eyes. Her head tilted to the right - anyone looking at her might think she was trying to find a memory - and her eyes opened.
She opened the door as quietly as possible and stuck her head in. Cain was sitting in one of the high-back chairs, stoic look on his face. Raw was curled up in a ball, which made DG smile. She slipped in and gently pushed the door shut. Moving to Glitch first, she noticed that his blanket had fallen to the floor.
Unwrapping her blanket from her shoulders, DG let it fall to the ground as she reached for Glitch’s. He twitched slightly as the blanket covered him. DG leaned over and gave the top of his head a quick kiss. He twitched again and DG picked her blanket back up.
Next, she stopped at Raw and placed a hand just above his shoulder. He sighed and she smiled. Glancing to Cain, she actually considered waking him up, wanting to tell him about her nightmare. But, as with her sister, Cain had enough of his own issues to sort through. She didn’t need to bother him with her stupid nightmare.
Although, she wondered what he’d say about her subconscious placing her in his old suit.
Glancing around the room - God, it was just as red! - DG looked for a place to claim. There, just beside Cain, was a long sofa-looking thing, similar to what Raw was sleeping on. ‘That’ll do, pig,’ she thought with a smirk. As she passed Cain, for a moment, DG considered giving him her blanket.
DG settled herself on the sofa-thing and wondered if there was an English-to-Outer Zone dictionary. If not, she’d definitely have to start one. Taking one last glance at each of her friends, DG closed her eyes and was asleep within moments.
Not twenty minutes later, Wyatt Cain flinched.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: DG, Azkadellia, Cain, Glitch, Raw, Zero, the Queen, the witch, random Longcoats (mention of Emily)
Rating: G
Summary: The girl from Kansas has lost her sister.
Warning: post-series *not so much a Part Two, as a side-along, to Nightmare - Cain
Disclaimer: The original characters belongs to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors.
Originally posted: Dec 9, 2007
Nightmare - Cain | Nightmare - DG | Where's a Dream Book When You Need One?
DG turned to face her sister as Azkadellia shouted, and found a Longcoat holding Az’s arms behind her back. Az, who was fighting to break the soldier’s hold, looked to DG and froze. DG realized that Az wasn’t, in fact, looking at her. Whatever had affected Az was behind her.
Eyes wide, DG slowly turned her head. As her chin touched her shoulder, the rest of DG’s body followed suit. Inhaling sharply, DG quickly stepped back, closer to her sister, and was immediately grabbed by Zero. ‘How did he get behind me?’ she wondered. He’d just been standing next to... her.
Zero’s vice-like grip on DG’s arms made her wince in pain. He shoved her forward, almost face-to-face with the witch. A wicked grin spread across the witch’s face as the elderly woman reached out for DG. As a long finger neared her cheek, DG reared back - as far as she could, what with Zero holding her still.
The witch followed the curve of DG’s right cheek, under her chin, and back up the left side of her face, all without physically touching the girl. “Did you really think it would be that simple?” the witch asked, raising one eyebrow. Well, DG assumed that’s what the woman would have done, had she a normal face.
“Melting into a puddle of goo,” the witch paused, tilting her head slightly. “It’s really not that dramatic.”
“I don’t know. Robert Patrick was pretty convincing.” The words had come out of DG’s mouth before she realized she’d even spoke. The witch stepped back, cocked her head to one side and smiled. She raised one arm and snapped her fingers.
Behind her, an iron suit appeared.
DG’s eyes grew wide; this could only end badly. The witch jerked her head in the direction of the suit and DG could hear Zero breathe as he smirked. As he began to force DG toward the suit, she tried to turn to Az.
“No! Azka-” Her voice muffled as Zero turned her in his arms. She fought as hard as she could to get free. Tired of her struggling, Zero released his hold just enough to get his arms around her waist and hiked her up about a foot. DG reached over his shoulder for Az, who was also reaching for her sister.
“Put me down!” DG screeched into Zero’s ear as she pounded her fists on his shoulder blade. He dropped her to the ground mere inches from the edge of the suit and leaned down so that they were eye-level with each other. Raising an eyebrow, he pressed,
“Where’s your Tin Man?” He huffed a laugh, returning to his full height and shoved DG into the suit. As he pushed the door shut, DG looked at her sister. She was oblivious to caring that she was about to be shut in this cage. No, DG’s concern was that now, there was no one to protect Az.
The door slammed shut and DG was blanketed in darkness. Suddenly, it felt like someone was tightening a leather strap around her chest - a classmate from elementary school had explained the feeling of an asthma attack using this analogy - and DG assumed this was the beginning of a panic attack. As her eyes adjusted to the little light coming through the faceplate, DG’s other senses began to kick in. In a second, her fingers had run across the inner surface of the suit; her ears, picking up the vibrations in the metal as the pins were inserted.
Standing on her tiptoes, DG tried to peer out of the faceplate to see her sister struggling against the Longcoats grasp. As the witch took a step toward Azkadellia, DG began pounding on the suit and screaming, as loud as she could.
Az turned her gaze to DG and the suit and stopped fighting. DG realized what was about to happen and began screaming louder, until her voice began to crack. Tears were streaming down her face as the witch began transferring back into Azkadellia.
Once the process was complete, Zero had waved his subordinates to release her and bowed; his eyes never leaving hers. The witch took a moment to adjust to being back in her former host and sighed deeply. Success written all over her face, Azkadellia strode over to the suit. DG had stopped making any noise, but the tears were still falling. Slapping her palm to the faceplate, DG closed her eyes in defeat and her head dropped.
Giving Azkadellia one last glance, begging for forgiveness from the part of her sister that was still somewhere in there, DG felt the invisible strap tighten again. Azkadellia turned swiftly and raised an eyebrow at Zero.
“Fall out,” he said, nodding slightly in her direction. The soldiers each threw a furtive glance at the suit - the very sight of the thing bothered anyone who saw one - as they proceeded to follow their commanding officer.
As they disappeared from her view, DG dropped her shoulders and threw herself against the back of the suit. She kicked at the door of the suit and began crying again. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ the voice inside her head accused. Blinking away the tears, DG took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
She kicked the suit again, feeling the vibrations on her back, and ran a hand across the surface, just as she had before. Closing her eyes, DG rested her head against the cool metal and swallowed. Taking a deep breath, her sense of smell kicked in. DG straightened as her eyes shot open.
Cain.
This was the same suit Cain had been in.
The tightness around her chest eased considerably.
DG bolted upright, her breathing shallow as she glanced around the room. It took a moment for her to remember where she was. ‘My room,’ she realized with a sigh. ‘Well, someone’s room that I’m currently borrowing.’ Rolling her eyes, trying to wake up, DG pushed the covers off and moved to get herself out of the ridiculously large bed.
Noting that you could fit a small country on the thing, DG finally got to the edge and thumped to the floor. She vaguely noted that the walls were extremely red, even with the glow from the fireplace. She pulled the covers back up and rolled her eyes. Mom had her trained- She straightened and mentally corrected herself. ‘Series-whatever Nurture Unit had her trained.’
‘Wonder if Az can reset them?’ DG wondered as she reached for the blanket on the end of the bed. She padded to the door and poked her head into the hallway. She was hit with a yawn that moved her whole body. Seeing a light coming from a doorway to her right, DG considered going down to see who was still awake, but heard a soft voice.
“It’s all right, my darling Azkadellia. You are safe.” DG smiled softly and decided that she wasn’t going to interrupt her mother and her sister simply because she’d had a nightmare. For a moment, she wondered if Az had suffered a similar nightmare, which caused her to turn in their direction.
Taking one step, DG stopped again and looked back over her shoulder. As much as she was glad to have a proper family, they were still strangers. The Queen was her mother, yes; but it was Emily who sat with her after every nightmare. DG, starting to fall asleep again, turned and passed her door, and continued down the hall. She stopped at the first set of doors and looked at each.
A moment later, shaking her head, DG continued to the next set. ‘Past the table?’ she asked herself, trying to remember. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and continued down the hall. As DG passed the second set of doors, she closed her eyes. Her head tilted to the right - anyone looking at her might think she was trying to find a memory - and her eyes opened.
She opened the door as quietly as possible and stuck her head in. Cain was sitting in one of the high-back chairs, stoic look on his face. Raw was curled up in a ball, which made DG smile. She slipped in and gently pushed the door shut. Moving to Glitch first, she noticed that his blanket had fallen to the floor.
Unwrapping her blanket from her shoulders, DG let it fall to the ground as she reached for Glitch’s. He twitched slightly as the blanket covered him. DG leaned over and gave the top of his head a quick kiss. He twitched again and DG picked her blanket back up.
Next, she stopped at Raw and placed a hand just above his shoulder. He sighed and she smiled. Glancing to Cain, she actually considered waking him up, wanting to tell him about her nightmare. But, as with her sister, Cain had enough of his own issues to sort through. She didn’t need to bother him with her stupid nightmare.
Although, she wondered what he’d say about her subconscious placing her in his old suit.
Glancing around the room - God, it was just as red! - DG looked for a place to claim. There, just beside Cain, was a long sofa-looking thing, similar to what Raw was sleeping on. ‘That’ll do, pig,’ she thought with a smirk. As she passed Cain, for a moment, DG considered giving him her blanket.
DG settled herself on the sofa-thing and wondered if there was an English-to-Outer Zone dictionary. If not, she’d definitely have to start one. Taking one last glance at each of her friends, DG closed her eyes and was asleep within moments.
Not twenty minutes later, Wyatt Cain flinched.