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Fic: Follow You Home - California Tin (33/42)
Title: Follow You Home - California Tin (33/42)
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: Cain stayed in LA. But can he survive on the Other Side?
Warning: post-series, directly after California Queen. 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.
Prologue | California Queen
California Tin: 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 | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven | Part Twenty-Eight | Part Twenty-Nine | Part Thirty | Part Thirty-One | Part Thirty-Two | Part Thirty-Three | Part Thirty-Four | Part Thirty-Five | Part Thirty-Six | Part Thirty-Seven | Part Thirty-Eight | Part Thirty-Nine | Part Forty | Part Forty-One | Part Forty-Two
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 and Az ended up talking most of the night and were finally separated when their mother showed up and shooed DG to her own room, ordering both girls to sleep. DG and the Queen walked down the hallway in relative silence, and it was driving DG a little mad.
"Do you have anything that needs to be done?" she finally asked, turning to face her mother. "Papers to file, windows to wash... visiting dignitaries to offend?" The Queen stopped and gave DG a look and breathed a laugh. DG did have a habit for saying the wrong thing with the best of intentions when it came to the diplomacy of the O.Z.
"I'm really much better with the public relations," DG rambled. Her mother caught her arm and pulled her back.
"I have the distinct impression that you would rather someone yelled at you," the Queen said with a loving smile. The false smile on DG's face fell and she glanced away. "DG," the Queen started, putting a hand on each of DG's shoulders. "Would it ease your mind if I did yell?" she asked simply.
"I admit," she said with a sharp nod. "-that... I was extremely upset. And I wish that you would have come to me when it started to become too much. However, it is in the past. Arguing about it now won't change anything." The Queen turned DG and put an arm around her and they continued down the hall.
"Now, if it will make you feel better, I will make a scene," she said with a smile.
DG laughed and shot a glance at her mother. "I'd pay to see that, actually." Both women laughed as they neared DG's door.
"I've made enough decisions for the both of you," the Queen said simply. "More than I should have. Unfortunately, Az doesn't have the same unique circumstances, so she has to find her way, here." She opened her mouth and closed it again, giving DG a slight smile. "It shouldn't have been kept a secret from you while you were growing up. Had you grown up here, you would have been raised here in the palace and probably thought nothing of it."
"But I've seen both sides of the fence..." DG mused, garnering a nod from her mother.
"Now, I can't imagine living anywhere else... but I've also never been anywhere else. You have a unique view - 'both sides of the fence,' as you say - and it's entirely possible that the Other Side is where you belong. Of course, I do hope I'm mistaken in that thought," she offered with a smile.
DG swallowed and gave her mother a nod. "I have to make the mistake to know I've made it."
"Or not," the Queen added with a shrug. DG laughed again and pulled her mother into a hug.
"I love you, Mom," she whispered. "I missed you." The Queen pulled back and took DG's face in her hands.
"I've missed you, as well, my darling." She pressed a kiss to DG's forehead and nodded to the door. "Try to sleep."
DG nodded and placed her hand on the door handle. "Really, Mom," she stated a moment later, causing the Queen to turn back. "If I don't have something to do, I'll go a little crazy. I'll alphabetize the books in the library, y'know... if you want," she said with a slight shrug.
"We'll find something for you to do, DG," she said with a smile, then pointed to DG's door. DG pushed into her room and, as she closed the door, she glanced a few doors down. There was light coming from under the door of the room Cain was in and, for a moment, she considered going down to see if he was settled.
But he was always stuck with her, and this was his week to be free of her drama. Besides... maybe having their own space and time for a week would be good.
Separation anxiety lasted about six hours.
DG had specifically not packed a lot of clothes, simply because she knew that she had a room full of dresses and blouses and skirts and pants, which she'd snuck into the city to buy when the seamstress refused to cut her some slack. She was perusing the dresses, out of boredom, when there was a knock on her door.
"Yeah?" she called out, holding a dress up and looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her door pushed open slightly and Cain stuck his head in.
"I have a problem," he stated with a frown. DG pulled the dress away and turned to lay it on the bed, where a small pile was forming. Nodding him in, DG raised and eyebrow at the sight of Cain.
"I asked you if you packed clean underwear, and you said 'Yes'," she stated, pointing to him as she moved back to the closet.
"That's not my problem," he responded with a glare, rolling his eyes. DG shot him a look, highly entertained at his tone, but not showing it. Cain held up a ball of brown and waited for DG to poke her head back out of the closet.
"What's that?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder quickly and pulling another dress from the closet.
"What? These? These are my pants," Cain said with fake smile. DG glanced back at the brown fabric and frowned, not placing them. "From before," Cain offered, seeing the look on her face.
Oh... those pants.
"So what's the problem?" DG asked, holding the new dress up.
"I can't wear them anymore," he replied, sounding almost heartbroken.
DG turned and raised an eyebrow. "Too many chili dogs, Cain?" She clicked her tongue and shook her head. Cain's jaw clenched and he took a deep breath. DG glanced back in the mirror and turned back to Cain with a huff.
"Why can't you wear them anymore?" she asked with a forced interest.
Cain didn't notice and shook the wad of fabric in his hand. "I figured it was time to get up and start the day and get dressed." DG nodded once. "So I pulled out the pants-"
"Wait," DG said, holding up a hand. "We've been here, like... eight hours. Where did you find your pants?"
"When Jeb moved in, your folks gave him all my stuff," Cain said with a shrug.
"Okay. Continue," she said, giving him a wave and crossing her arms. "Wait," she said a second later, holding up a hand. "What's wrong with the jeans you're wearing?"
Cain glanced down and then back up to DG with a look of shock. "I can't wear these here."
DG raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Cain actually flinched at her question. "Because we're in the palace," he responded slowly. DG leaned back and opened her mouth to respond, but shut it again and simply shook her head. "You're not wearing them," Cain added, waving to DG's attire.
"Only because I'm helping my mother with royal stuff today. But, believe me, bucko, if I wasn't, I'd totally be rockin' the jeans right now." DG rubbed at her forehead for a second, trying to understand the inner working of Wyatt Cain's mind. "Then just put on a different pair of pants, all right?" When Cain didn’t respond, DG glanced up and it took a whole second for her to figure out the problem.
"You didn't bring another pair of pants..." DG let her head drop dramatically. "Aw, Cain!" she cried and raised her head. "A week," she stated, shaking her head. "A week, Cain. A week!" Cain huffed again and glanced at the brown pants again.
"What would you have done if we got back here and my parents had given your stuff to Jeb, and he was still off in the woods?" DG asked, pointing to a random spot on the wall. Cain sighed heavily and DG shook her head again. "Just wear the jeans today, Cain. We'll get you another pair of pants," she said, glancing up to see Cain giving her a look.
"Then wear those!" she shouted, pointing to the pants in Cain's hand.
"I can't."
"Why not?!" she asked, throwing her hands up.
"Airdoight," Cain mumbled, staring at the ceiling.
"What?" DG asked, not making out the last part.
"They're too tight!" Cain shouted back, his face turning red. DG snorted and nodded, trying not to laugh. "If I wear these, people will be staring at my ass," he said quietly. DG had to bite her lip and look away to keep from smiling. "What?" Cain asked, rather frustrated.
DG shook her head. "I'm just trying to imagine them tighter." DG glanced up to Cain and shook her head. "'cause, let me tell ya, Cain: The day we met... didn't leave much to the imagination."
Cain frowned and pointed to DG. "You were staring at my ass?"
"Everybody was staring at your ass, Cain. It was kinda hard to miss!" Cain actually went pink. "Hell," DG continued, pointing again to the wall. "-my mother was staring at your ass." Cain's eyes shot up to meet DG's. "Both of 'em," she added with a sharp nod.
"Can we stop talking about my ass?" Cain said grimly.
"You started it," DG said, making a face in his direction. Cain felt his jaw lock and took a few deep breaths before shaking his head and turning back to the door and leaving the room. DG made a strangling motion in his direction and sighed heavily before turning back to her closet with a laugh.
There was no doubt that her life was far from boring.
_______
Seriously, people! This fandom needs more arguements about the pants! And I totally got the idea from buffybot76... technically stole from myself... ;)
Still drawing a complete blank on a new title, too... *grumble*
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: Cain stayed in LA. But can he survive on the Other Side?
Warning: post-series, directly after California Queen. 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.
Prologue | California Queen
California Tin: 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 | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven | Part Twenty-Eight | Part Twenty-Nine | Part Thirty | Part Thirty-One | Part Thirty-Two | Part Thirty-Three | Part Thirty-Four | Part Thirty-Five | Part Thirty-Six | Part Thirty-Seven | Part Thirty-Eight | Part Thirty-Nine | Part Forty | Part Forty-One | Part Forty-Two
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 and Az ended up talking most of the night and were finally separated when their mother showed up and shooed DG to her own room, ordering both girls to sleep. DG and the Queen walked down the hallway in relative silence, and it was driving DG a little mad.
"Do you have anything that needs to be done?" she finally asked, turning to face her mother. "Papers to file, windows to wash... visiting dignitaries to offend?" The Queen stopped and gave DG a look and breathed a laugh. DG did have a habit for saying the wrong thing with the best of intentions when it came to the diplomacy of the O.Z.
"I'm really much better with the public relations," DG rambled. Her mother caught her arm and pulled her back.
"I have the distinct impression that you would rather someone yelled at you," the Queen said with a loving smile. The false smile on DG's face fell and she glanced away. "DG," the Queen started, putting a hand on each of DG's shoulders. "Would it ease your mind if I did yell?" she asked simply.
"I admit," she said with a sharp nod. "-that... I was extremely upset. And I wish that you would have come to me when it started to become too much. However, it is in the past. Arguing about it now won't change anything." The Queen turned DG and put an arm around her and they continued down the hall.
"Now, if it will make you feel better, I will make a scene," she said with a smile.
DG laughed and shot a glance at her mother. "I'd pay to see that, actually." Both women laughed as they neared DG's door.
"I've made enough decisions for the both of you," the Queen said simply. "More than I should have. Unfortunately, Az doesn't have the same unique circumstances, so she has to find her way, here." She opened her mouth and closed it again, giving DG a slight smile. "It shouldn't have been kept a secret from you while you were growing up. Had you grown up here, you would have been raised here in the palace and probably thought nothing of it."
"But I've seen both sides of the fence..." DG mused, garnering a nod from her mother.
"Now, I can't imagine living anywhere else... but I've also never been anywhere else. You have a unique view - 'both sides of the fence,' as you say - and it's entirely possible that the Other Side is where you belong. Of course, I do hope I'm mistaken in that thought," she offered with a smile.
DG swallowed and gave her mother a nod. "I have to make the mistake to know I've made it."
"Or not," the Queen added with a shrug. DG laughed again and pulled her mother into a hug.
"I love you, Mom," she whispered. "I missed you." The Queen pulled back and took DG's face in her hands.
"I've missed you, as well, my darling." She pressed a kiss to DG's forehead and nodded to the door. "Try to sleep."
DG nodded and placed her hand on the door handle. "Really, Mom," she stated a moment later, causing the Queen to turn back. "If I don't have something to do, I'll go a little crazy. I'll alphabetize the books in the library, y'know... if you want," she said with a slight shrug.
"We'll find something for you to do, DG," she said with a smile, then pointed to DG's door. DG pushed into her room and, as she closed the door, she glanced a few doors down. There was light coming from under the door of the room Cain was in and, for a moment, she considered going down to see if he was settled.
But he was always stuck with her, and this was his week to be free of her drama. Besides... maybe having their own space and time for a week would be good.
Separation anxiety lasted about six hours.
DG had specifically not packed a lot of clothes, simply because she knew that she had a room full of dresses and blouses and skirts and pants, which she'd snuck into the city to buy when the seamstress refused to cut her some slack. She was perusing the dresses, out of boredom, when there was a knock on her door.
"Yeah?" she called out, holding a dress up and looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her door pushed open slightly and Cain stuck his head in.
"I have a problem," he stated with a frown. DG pulled the dress away and turned to lay it on the bed, where a small pile was forming. Nodding him in, DG raised and eyebrow at the sight of Cain.
"I asked you if you packed clean underwear, and you said 'Yes'," she stated, pointing to him as she moved back to the closet.
"That's not my problem," he responded with a glare, rolling his eyes. DG shot him a look, highly entertained at his tone, but not showing it. Cain held up a ball of brown and waited for DG to poke her head back out of the closet.
"What's that?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder quickly and pulling another dress from the closet.
"What? These? These are my pants," Cain said with fake smile. DG glanced back at the brown fabric and frowned, not placing them. "From before," Cain offered, seeing the look on her face.
Oh... those pants.
"So what's the problem?" DG asked, holding the new dress up.
"I can't wear them anymore," he replied, sounding almost heartbroken.
DG turned and raised an eyebrow. "Too many chili dogs, Cain?" She clicked her tongue and shook her head. Cain's jaw clenched and he took a deep breath. DG glanced back in the mirror and turned back to Cain with a huff.
"Why can't you wear them anymore?" she asked with a forced interest.
Cain didn't notice and shook the wad of fabric in his hand. "I figured it was time to get up and start the day and get dressed." DG nodded once. "So I pulled out the pants-"
"Wait," DG said, holding up a hand. "We've been here, like... eight hours. Where did you find your pants?"
"When Jeb moved in, your folks gave him all my stuff," Cain said with a shrug.
"Okay. Continue," she said, giving him a wave and crossing her arms. "Wait," she said a second later, holding up a hand. "What's wrong with the jeans you're wearing?"
Cain glanced down and then back up to DG with a look of shock. "I can't wear these here."
DG raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Cain actually flinched at her question. "Because we're in the palace," he responded slowly. DG leaned back and opened her mouth to respond, but shut it again and simply shook her head. "You're not wearing them," Cain added, waving to DG's attire.
"Only because I'm helping my mother with royal stuff today. But, believe me, bucko, if I wasn't, I'd totally be rockin' the jeans right now." DG rubbed at her forehead for a second, trying to understand the inner working of Wyatt Cain's mind. "Then just put on a different pair of pants, all right?" When Cain didn’t respond, DG glanced up and it took a whole second for her to figure out the problem.
"You didn't bring another pair of pants..." DG let her head drop dramatically. "Aw, Cain!" she cried and raised her head. "A week," she stated, shaking her head. "A week, Cain. A week!" Cain huffed again and glanced at the brown pants again.
"What would you have done if we got back here and my parents had given your stuff to Jeb, and he was still off in the woods?" DG asked, pointing to a random spot on the wall. Cain sighed heavily and DG shook her head again. "Just wear the jeans today, Cain. We'll get you another pair of pants," she said, glancing up to see Cain giving her a look.
"Then wear those!" she shouted, pointing to the pants in Cain's hand.
"I can't."
"Why not?!" she asked, throwing her hands up.
"Airdoight," Cain mumbled, staring at the ceiling.
"What?" DG asked, not making out the last part.
"They're too tight!" Cain shouted back, his face turning red. DG snorted and nodded, trying not to laugh. "If I wear these, people will be staring at my ass," he said quietly. DG had to bite her lip and look away to keep from smiling. "What?" Cain asked, rather frustrated.
DG shook her head. "I'm just trying to imagine them tighter." DG glanced up to Cain and shook her head. "'cause, let me tell ya, Cain: The day we met... didn't leave much to the imagination."
Cain frowned and pointed to DG. "You were staring at my ass?"
"Everybody was staring at your ass, Cain. It was kinda hard to miss!" Cain actually went pink. "Hell," DG continued, pointing again to the wall. "-my mother was staring at your ass." Cain's eyes shot up to meet DG's. "Both of 'em," she added with a sharp nod.
"Can we stop talking about my ass?" Cain said grimly.
"You started it," DG said, making a face in his direction. Cain felt his jaw lock and took a few deep breaths before shaking his head and turning back to the door and leaving the room. DG made a strangling motion in his direction and sighed heavily before turning back to her closet with a laugh.
There was no doubt that her life was far from boring.
_______
Seriously, people! This fandom needs more arguements about the pants! And I totally got the idea from buffybot76... technically stole from myself... ;)
Still drawing a complete blank on a new title, too... *grumble*