101 Ways Cain and DG are Found Out
Title: 101 Ways Cain and DG are Found Out - Cain was in Trouble
Characters: C/DG, everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse, mostly established C/DG
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M to be safe for later
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: Drabbles and Oneshots of different scenarios of how C/DG could be found out by the rest of the OZ
Needed Elsewhere | One More Minute | Wallace and The Argument | It's Pumpkin Time | Lost in the Crowd | In Need of Courage | Trial and Error | Cain was in Trouble
A/N: So I’ve recently become enthralled with a little Tin Man story named Little Birds. Funnily enough it’s on ff.net. This is me telling you to go read it because it is made of win. And this is me also telling you that I may or may not be in on the little secret that it is eventually our beloved C/DG pairing….And if you haven’t already left this dastardly page then you don’t know what you’re missing. It is honestly one of the most well written stories on here and she is only on the prequel part of the story! Now scoot! Or stay and read this and THEN scoot, but whatever…scoot on!
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The first time he woke up, Cain stared up at the pale green ceiling and reflected upon what brought him here. Shifting slightly, he tried not to move his head because it hurt like the dickens.
Damn thieves.
He had been out in Central City shopping for…well, nobody was supposed to know. And when the pick-pocket picked Cain’s pocket, well…Cain picked him up. By his collar. Feet dangling and all.
But didn’t see the pick pocket’s friend behind him.
Lights out.
And now he was pretty sure he was in the hospital. He heard beeping and the nurses muttering to each other.
“Do you think he’s being funny?” One asked, sounding annoyed. “Putting the Princess as his emergency contact…”
“Of all the nerve…” another one muttered.
Cain’s head hurt too much to really wake up and focus enough to form words.
The Princess. His purchase. That he couldn’t tell anyone about…
Damn secrets.
He really wished they would just call her.
The second time he awoke, there was a Tin Man trying to take his statement. Unfortunately all Cain could say before he fell asleep again was that there were two of them and that they took something from him.
The third time, a frazzled looking Princess of the OZ was slumped over in the chair beside his bed, clinging to his hand as she slept uneasily.
He smiled lazily. And had he been able to think more clearly he would have wondered how she found him here, but he was just happy as all hell to see her.
He squeezed her hand and she stirred slightly. She raised her head, squinting at him slightly before sitting upright and scooting closer when she saw his eyes open.
“Wyatt…” she said, sounding relieved. “Oh I was so worried. How are you feeling?”
He tried swallowing, and found that his mouth was rather dry. She quickly helped him take a drink of water.
“Like I’ve been hit over the head…” he deadpanned.
She sighed crossly at his response.
“I didn’t know what to think when you didn’t come back last night. And then we heard on the news about a mugging and Glitch thought I was overreacting and then we found out that not only was it you who was put in the hospital but the nurses didn’t even bother calling us and I…” she trailed off, looking at him. “I’m just so glad you’re okay…” Glancing at the bandage on his head, she added, “For the most part.”
“Wow,” he muttered. With a slight smile he continued, “It hurt just listening to that…”
She seemed to deflate slightly and she suddenly looked very sad and like she very much wanted a hug.
Oh, hang it all.
“Oh, come here…I’m fine…just glad you’re here…” he waved her to him, and he shifted over as much as he could without jostling his head too much. She climbed onto the bed with him and snuggled against his side. He kissed the top of her head and she sighed in contentment. Both of them seemed a bit more at ease now that they were in each others arms.
The next time Cain awoke, it was because of the door opening. The Tin Man from before was back again, but he hesitated at the sight of the Princess sleeping next to him. Cain waved him in and motioned for him to close the door.
“Have you caught them?” Cain asked, after it was closed. His voice woke up DG, and she shifted slightly, rubbing her eyes. When she realized they weren’t alone, she nodded sleepily to the visiting Tin Man and shifted to get more comfortable. Clearly she didn’t give a damn about secrets anymore.
The Tin Man tried to avert his eyes from the Princess, but nodded to Cain, walking quietly to the side of the bed that didn’t contain a Princess.
“Even better, Mr. Cain.” He placed a small box on the tray next to the bed. “We’ve recovered the jewelry they stole.”
Cain’s eyes widened. She isn’t supposed to know yet that he-
“They stole jewelry from you?” DG asked sleepily. She lifted her head slightly to see what had been set down.
Then after a moment, Cain felt her stop breathing.
Uh oh.
“That is a ring sized box...” she stated matter-o-factly, brow furrowed in confusion. Then she blinked rapidly, her expression changing to wonder. “That’s a…” she trailed off and Cain could tell her mind was racing. Her eyes flew to him, studying his face which was hesitant and guilty.
The biggest grin broke out across her face.
“Why do you have a tiny ring sized box, Wyatt!?” she asked quickly, giddy with excitement as she wiggled the hand she had on his chest as if to gain his attention or shake the truth from him.
He pursed his lips, fighting a smile at her reaction, and looking guilty as hell. He looked down at the sheets, to the box, and then up to the Tin Man who smiled at him sympathetically, offering no help. He looked back to her and shrugged slightly, losing the battle of not smiling as each second passed. He was too incredibly happy that she was happy. She could have had any other number of responses, one could never know what to expect with her.
“Caaaaaain…” she warned, despite the smile still on her face.
“They could be earrings…” he said, not able to keep the smile from his face any longer.
DG was not fooled. She squealed happily and leaned down to kiss him, completely ignoring the other Tin Man still in the room. He brought his hand up to the back of her head holding her there for a moment because she was damn near vibrating with happiness.
“I see you’re really upset with the turn of events,” he mumbled with a laugh.
She simply beamed at him.
“I’ll just be going then,” said the Tin Man quietly, clearly not wanting to break up the moment, but not wanting to intrude any longer. Cain glanced over at him.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly.
“Just doing my job, Sir,” he said, tipping his hat towards them. “Oh and umm, mum’s the word,” he said gesturing to the ring box and motioning that he would keep his mouth shut.
“Oh hell,” DG said with a disinterested wave. “Like I give a damn about keeping this a secret anymore.” She looked at Cain with her smile still plastered to her face. “I don’t think we can keep this to ourselves for very much longer anyway…”
Cain gave her a wry grin in agreement.
“It was a headache to begin with…”
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A/N: Now, now…don’t let’s be spoiled…this is merely to make up for the shortness of yesterday and the severe lack of posting recently…I hope you enjoyed it though…and watch out for pick-pockets!
Oh and SCOOT (one more just for good measure)
Characters: C/DG, everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse, mostly established C/DG
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M to be safe for later
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: Drabbles and Oneshots of different scenarios of how C/DG could be found out by the rest of the OZ
Needed Elsewhere | One More Minute | Wallace and The Argument | It's Pumpkin Time | Lost in the Crowd | In Need of Courage | Trial and Error | Cain was in Trouble
A/N: So I’ve recently become enthralled with a little Tin Man story named Little Birds. Funnily enough it’s on ff.net. This is me telling you to go read it because it is made of win. And this is me also telling you that I may or may not be in on the little secret that it is eventually our beloved C/DG pairing….And if you haven’t already left this dastardly page then you don’t know what you’re missing. It is honestly one of the most well written stories on here and she is only on the prequel part of the story! Now scoot! Or stay and read this and THEN scoot, but whatever…scoot on!
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
The first time he woke up, Cain stared up at the pale green ceiling and reflected upon what brought him here. Shifting slightly, he tried not to move his head because it hurt like the dickens.
Damn thieves.
He had been out in Central City shopping for…well, nobody was supposed to know. And when the pick-pocket picked Cain’s pocket, well…Cain picked him up. By his collar. Feet dangling and all.
But didn’t see the pick pocket’s friend behind him.
Lights out.
And now he was pretty sure he was in the hospital. He heard beeping and the nurses muttering to each other.
“Do you think he’s being funny?” One asked, sounding annoyed. “Putting the Princess as his emergency contact…”
“Of all the nerve…” another one muttered.
Cain’s head hurt too much to really wake up and focus enough to form words.
The Princess. His purchase. That he couldn’t tell anyone about…
Damn secrets.
He really wished they would just call her.
The second time he awoke, there was a Tin Man trying to take his statement. Unfortunately all Cain could say before he fell asleep again was that there were two of them and that they took something from him.
The third time, a frazzled looking Princess of the OZ was slumped over in the chair beside his bed, clinging to his hand as she slept uneasily.
He smiled lazily. And had he been able to think more clearly he would have wondered how she found him here, but he was just happy as all hell to see her.
He squeezed her hand and she stirred slightly. She raised her head, squinting at him slightly before sitting upright and scooting closer when she saw his eyes open.
“Wyatt…” she said, sounding relieved. “Oh I was so worried. How are you feeling?”
He tried swallowing, and found that his mouth was rather dry. She quickly helped him take a drink of water.
“Like I’ve been hit over the head…” he deadpanned.
She sighed crossly at his response.
“I didn’t know what to think when you didn’t come back last night. And then we heard on the news about a mugging and Glitch thought I was overreacting and then we found out that not only was it you who was put in the hospital but the nurses didn’t even bother calling us and I…” she trailed off, looking at him. “I’m just so glad you’re okay…” Glancing at the bandage on his head, she added, “For the most part.”
“Wow,” he muttered. With a slight smile he continued, “It hurt just listening to that…”
She seemed to deflate slightly and she suddenly looked very sad and like she very much wanted a hug.
Oh, hang it all.
“Oh, come here…I’m fine…just glad you’re here…” he waved her to him, and he shifted over as much as he could without jostling his head too much. She climbed onto the bed with him and snuggled against his side. He kissed the top of her head and she sighed in contentment. Both of them seemed a bit more at ease now that they were in each others arms.
The next time Cain awoke, it was because of the door opening. The Tin Man from before was back again, but he hesitated at the sight of the Princess sleeping next to him. Cain waved him in and motioned for him to close the door.
“Have you caught them?” Cain asked, after it was closed. His voice woke up DG, and she shifted slightly, rubbing her eyes. When she realized they weren’t alone, she nodded sleepily to the visiting Tin Man and shifted to get more comfortable. Clearly she didn’t give a damn about secrets anymore.
The Tin Man tried to avert his eyes from the Princess, but nodded to Cain, walking quietly to the side of the bed that didn’t contain a Princess.
“Even better, Mr. Cain.” He placed a small box on the tray next to the bed. “We’ve recovered the jewelry they stole.”
Cain’s eyes widened. She isn’t supposed to know yet that he-
“They stole jewelry from you?” DG asked sleepily. She lifted her head slightly to see what had been set down.
Then after a moment, Cain felt her stop breathing.
Uh oh.
“That is a ring sized box...” she stated matter-o-factly, brow furrowed in confusion. Then she blinked rapidly, her expression changing to wonder. “That’s a…” she trailed off and Cain could tell her mind was racing. Her eyes flew to him, studying his face which was hesitant and guilty.
The biggest grin broke out across her face.
“Why do you have a tiny ring sized box, Wyatt!?” she asked quickly, giddy with excitement as she wiggled the hand she had on his chest as if to gain his attention or shake the truth from him.
He pursed his lips, fighting a smile at her reaction, and looking guilty as hell. He looked down at the sheets, to the box, and then up to the Tin Man who smiled at him sympathetically, offering no help. He looked back to her and shrugged slightly, losing the battle of not smiling as each second passed. He was too incredibly happy that she was happy. She could have had any other number of responses, one could never know what to expect with her.
“Caaaaaain…” she warned, despite the smile still on her face.
“They could be earrings…” he said, not able to keep the smile from his face any longer.
DG was not fooled. She squealed happily and leaned down to kiss him, completely ignoring the other Tin Man still in the room. He brought his hand up to the back of her head holding her there for a moment because she was damn near vibrating with happiness.
“I see you’re really upset with the turn of events,” he mumbled with a laugh.
She simply beamed at him.
“I’ll just be going then,” said the Tin Man quietly, clearly not wanting to break up the moment, but not wanting to intrude any longer. Cain glanced over at him.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly.
“Just doing my job, Sir,” he said, tipping his hat towards them. “Oh and umm, mum’s the word,” he said gesturing to the ring box and motioning that he would keep his mouth shut.
“Oh hell,” DG said with a disinterested wave. “Like I give a damn about keeping this a secret anymore.” She looked at Cain with her smile still plastered to her face. “I don’t think we can keep this to ourselves for very much longer anyway…”
Cain gave her a wry grin in agreement.
“It was a headache to begin with…”
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A/N: Now, now…don’t let’s be spoiled…this is merely to make up for the shortness of yesterday and the severe lack of posting recently…I hope you enjoyed it though…and watch out for pick-pockets!
Oh and SCOOT (one more just for good measure)