Crack For Cain 8?
Character/Pairings: Cain/DG
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Um...nudity?
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By:
transgenic_girl
Demanded by inspired by:
erinm_4600
Someone had tampered with Cain’s paperwork. Every last page of it. And the worst part? It was done with magic. Damn magic. He had not realised this fact until he tried to show Jeb that his security memo he had sent out had been somehow changed so that his signature was in pink sparkly ink.
Jeb had stared at the paper for a full minute before he looked back up at his father, and raised one eyebrow. The words ‘Sure Dad, I see it’ never sounded so much like ‘Oh my dear sweet Ozma, my father’s lost his damn mind.’
That was when Cain discovered that the changes to his paperwork were only visible to him.
Some pages had been changed to look like a three year old had written them in multi-colored crayon. Although, to be fair, those pages were all submitted by Jenkins. Who was not the smartest fish in the barrel, especially compared to Azkadellia’s other guards. Other pages (ones he had been sure were requisition orders for uniforms before that morning) were simply lists of the names of every male in the Palace. Scored by ‘Rear End Awesomeness Rating’ or their ‘REAR’ score.
Cain did not know whether to be pleased or dismayed by the fact that his name was at the top of the list. With five gold stars after it. Or what he should feel about the fact that the second name on the list belonged to his son. With a note after it remarking about ‘remarkable Cain jeans...er...genes.’
There were definitely some things a man did not need to hear about his son. And Jeb’s ‘REAR’ score definitely ranked up there on the list of things Cain had never wanted to know about. Ever.
Another page was a report from the Kitchens about the servants who worked down there. Across the entire paper, over and over, were the words ‘Mr. Wyatt Cain Gale.’ If Cain did not know better, he would have thought the writing was in his own handwriting. His face turning a faint shade of red, that slip of paper was soon crumpled and tossed over his shoulder.
It was not difficult to discern just who exactly was to blame for this...sabotage. There were not many magic users running around the Palace, and he knew without a doubt that it was not the Queen, Azkadellia, or the elder Princess’ Ladies-in-Waiting to blame. DG’s morning class precluded her from being the one to blame either, not that he would think she would imply he had...was attr...felt more than he should for her.That left three girls...young women rather, who would dare to sneak into his office and mess with his papers.
Three nosy, matchmaking troublemakers.
With that thought, he stood and headed for where his son was assigned for the day. The three little brats...Ladies...had taken to spending their free time around Jeb, the brunette with the red streak always touching and smiling at the blonde young man. Now he knew why.
It was several minutes later that DG, trailed by her guards, walked into Cain’s office. Searching for her former tin man friend. When she saw no one was around, she was about to turn and leave. But a crumpled up ball of paper on the floor caught her eye, and curiosity got the better of her.
"Huh," was her only thought when she smoothed out the paper.