...crackfic?
Not really. I have an upcoming story called "From Out Of Nowhere" in which Cain and Ambrose go to the Otherside with DG to help clean up some loose ends. They neglect to go back to the Zone with her because Ambrose has acquired fake IDs and decided they need to see the country. It's supposed to take place in real time so I can't really write it until the end of the year (she said, making excuses), but... eh, have election day:
November 4 - Asheville, NC
"Why here?"
"It's a swing state, our votes will count more."
Cain frowned. "I thought we'd agreed-"
"We did, we did," Ambrose said and nodded. "They're still not going to count in the big scheme of things, but they'll still count more than elsewhere."
Cain sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, but why here?"
He got a dubious look in reply, then Ambrose gestured grandly at the scenery. "It's really pretty."
There was no faulting that reasoning. They were standing in line outside Trinity Presbyterian Church, the sun was shining through golden leaves, and the breeze was gentle and not too cold. It reminded Cain of home somewhat, and the knowledge that they were only a couple months away from returning was a comfort. He took a deep breath as the line moved slightly, content for the moment just to be.
The moment evaporated when Ambrose bumped his shoulder. "Let's go over it again. The why."
"Why the compormise?"
"Yes."
Cain rolled his eyes. "Fine. One: we realized the outcome will not affect us either way since neither of us will be in this dimension come the inaguration."
The two little old ladies in line ahead of them glanced back briefly. They had become used to funny looks from little old ladies in recent months and so ignored it. The line shuffled forward.
"Two?"
"Two, our friendship is more important that pointless partisan bickering."
The college student behind them gave a derisive snort but agan, they were used to derisive snorts.
"And three," Ambrose began as the line moved. They were up next, and Cain wondered if his companion was going to finish his thought or just stand there bouncing happily on his toes. "Three, we finally settled on candidates we can both agree on."
"Yep."
They signed the rolls, they cast their ballots, they walked back to the Charger with their "Stewart/Colbert '08" buttons gleaming in the autumn sun.
"So, you've been reduced to a cog in a democratic process," Cain remarked as he opened the driver's side door. "Think you've sullied yourself against monarchy forever now?"
Ambrose settled into the passenger seat, considered for a moment, then grinned impishly. "In what respect, Wyatt?" he chirped.
"Keep it up and we won't be stopping for free Starbucks."
THAT WAS WAY MORE LAME THAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE.
November 4 - Asheville, NC
"Why here?"
"It's a swing state, our votes will count more."
Cain frowned. "I thought we'd agreed-"
"We did, we did," Ambrose said and nodded. "They're still not going to count in the big scheme of things, but they'll still count more than elsewhere."
Cain sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, but why here?"
He got a dubious look in reply, then Ambrose gestured grandly at the scenery. "It's really pretty."
There was no faulting that reasoning. They were standing in line outside Trinity Presbyterian Church, the sun was shining through golden leaves, and the breeze was gentle and not too cold. It reminded Cain of home somewhat, and the knowledge that they were only a couple months away from returning was a comfort. He took a deep breath as the line moved slightly, content for the moment just to be.
The moment evaporated when Ambrose bumped his shoulder. "Let's go over it again. The why."
"Why the compormise?"
"Yes."
Cain rolled his eyes. "Fine. One: we realized the outcome will not affect us either way since neither of us will be in this dimension come the inaguration."
The two little old ladies in line ahead of them glanced back briefly. They had become used to funny looks from little old ladies in recent months and so ignored it. The line shuffled forward.
"Two?"
"Two, our friendship is more important that pointless partisan bickering."
The college student behind them gave a derisive snort but agan, they were used to derisive snorts.
"And three," Ambrose began as the line moved. They were up next, and Cain wondered if his companion was going to finish his thought or just stand there bouncing happily on his toes. "Three, we finally settled on candidates we can both agree on."
"Yep."
They signed the rolls, they cast their ballots, they walked back to the Charger with their "Stewart/Colbert '08" buttons gleaming in the autumn sun.
"So, you've been reduced to a cog in a democratic process," Cain remarked as he opened the driver's side door. "Think you've sullied yourself against monarchy forever now?"
Ambrose settled into the passenger seat, considered for a moment, then grinned impishly. "In what respect, Wyatt?" he chirped.
"Keep it up and we won't be stopping for free Starbucks."
THAT WAS WAY MORE LAME THAT I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE.