TM AU Fic: Lost in the Shadows; 1/2
Title: Lost in the Shadows
’Verse: Shadows’verse
Author: Trystan
Spoilers: entire series; Lights & Shadows
Warnings: AU alert!
Pairings: Wyatt/DG
Rating: hard R
Word Count: Part 1 - 2,547
Notable Credits: Special thanks to nawag1r for feeding the voices and writing some lines; and awesome thanks to my betas, aphrodite33, magickboxgirl and nawag1r. Wyatt is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was.
Author’s Notes: Yes, I stole yet another song for the title; this one is from Lou Gramm, from the Lost Boys Soundtrack. Also, since I’ve been reading more Tin Man fanfic than is good for me, some themes may have come from fanon, not canon. My apologies if I borrowed your thoughts and you didn’t want me to.
Summary: DG is lost without Cain, but can he grant her her deepest wish?
As she had done many times since the night Wyatt Cain came back, DG hurried along one of the few dark passages in the Royal Palace with her flashlight illuminating the path ahead of her. She quietly entered the room and locked the door. It wasn’t that the door needed to be locked, she turned the little knob more out of habit. This room was one of three rooms she’d found for him; one of the others had a passage to the outside, as she knew what it was like to be confined and cooped up.
Over three months ago, Cain was the leader of a small patrol of Tin Men to the southern borders the O.Z. to ensure there were no supporters of the Sorceress still active in the area. The assignment was only to last a few weeks, but there had been no word of the small group of men for over a month. The Queen sent three subsequent search parties out to find out the fate of the original team.
No one returned, and the worst was feared.
Until Cain appeared on DG’s balcony that night. He told her that at the end of the first week, his group was attacked and he was the only survivor. But after that, his life had been irrevocably changed. And while she didn’t mean to count the days he was gone (100 days), DG had lost track of the time he’d been back. Nightly she’d gone to see him in his rooms, never telling anyone he’d survived, such as it was.
Wyatt Cain, DG’s Tin Man, was a vampire.
Before she could turn around, he was behind her with his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him, her eyes closed, and drew a deep breath. She felt safe here, which struck her as odd, since there was no reason for her to not feel safe in the palace and the O.Z.
“I thought today would never end,” she said, as he left little kisses on her neck. She was wearing her Other Side jeans and one of Cain’s shirts. She’d taken to wearing them when he was gone, and wasn’t going to stop now.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, moving her hair to one side and kissing her newly-exposed skin.
“Aside from the fact I didn’t know how I was going to get away from Rhys today?” she asked, her head lolling forward as he nuzzled the nape of her neck. At the mention of the name, however, he stilled.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Rhys was... is ... one of the best Tin Men I have known. He’s your personal guard?”
She moved her head in a bobbing motion, and slowly brought her head up again. He rested his cheek against the side of her head.
“Jeb assigned him to me.”
“Jeb?” Cain was genuinely curious.
“He started out just temporarily - just until you guys came back.” She turned and looked at him. “The day the Queen.... I mean my mother.... gave us the news that you might not be coming back, she made Jeb’s position permanent.”
Cain was quiet, mulling over her words. After a moment, he closed his eyes and exhaled as best as a vampire could. He turned her around in his arms to face him, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
“I agree with the Queen. It’s what I would have done,” he said softly. “But I warn you, Rhys is a very observant man. He’ll report your every move to Jeb, so you’ll need be to be careful.”
“When have I ever not been careful?” she challenged.
“I could list a time or two.”
“Just shut up and kiss me?” she suggested. He obliged.
She pressed herself against him, wanting to feel him over every inch of her, wanting to feel him inside her. His hands moved under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her waist. Still kissing, he guided her to the bed against the far wall. The bed, along with the rest of the room, was decorated in heavy burgundy tapestries, and looked like it was a bedroom for the King, or at the very least a Master.
Even after all this time, she still felt the jittery butterflies inside as they undressed each other, and his fingers would brush her skin. But when he picked her up - her legs went around his waist on their own - she could actually feel the heat between her bottom and his hands.
They fell together on the bed, her giggling at his mischievous smile. He traced up her legs and hips with his fingertips, and she moaned at his gentle touch. For a moment, his hand rested on her stomach, but after a moment, he pulled it away from the heat. He reluctantly moved off her to stretch out next to her on the bed, feeling her touching every part of him.
“I felt that,” she said.
“I know. I’m all right.”
She looked at his hand. Although the candle chandelier did light the room, it wasn’t like seeing things in a bright light. She gingerly touched his palm, and found it to still be smooth.
“It’s your Light, Deeg,” he said.
“Then turn me,” she said simply. Again.
“You know I can’t.”
“I don’t want to be Queen.”
“I - I can’t, Deeg. You don’t want to live like I do.”
“I want to live with you, Wyatt.”
“Your mother, your sister, the O.Z.?”
“I just want you.”
“You’ll never see daylight again.”
“I don’t care.”
“I care.”
She gently pushed him back on the bed, and straddled him. She leaned up to him and nipped his lips.
“Just for tonight, can we pretend?”
“Of course we can.” His voice was husky. He rolled them over, so she was now the one on the bed. They made love frenzied at first, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other; then is was slow and leisurely, each taking a twisted pleasure at the exquisite torture the sexplay could be.
As much as he wanted to sink his fangs into her and drink and make her truly his, his conscious and morals always stopped him. He growled in frustration. He’d sworn to protect her, and this would certainly not be keeping his promise.
He watched her as she slept, his fangs at full-length, almost daring him to do the very thing she asked. But he couldn’t let her live that way - a blood-sucking creature that preyed on the wildlife of the O.Z.? There were times he’d go into Central City’s Sin District to quench his thirst for human blood. Oh, it was so much better than anything he’d ever had.
But no, she was the Light of the O.Z. He couldn’t make her world dark. Navigating the passages she’d shown him, he left the palace in search of something to feed on that night.
She was still there when he returned about an hour before dawn. While his two hungers were sated, oddly enough he still wanted more - from her.
He doused the candles in the chandelier, and slid under the covers next to her. He spooned against her back, not caring that her skin made his feel like it was burning. He moved the hair off her neck and shoulders and kissed the pale skin he’d exposed.
She stirred, but didn’t wake. She snuggled against him in her sleep, and suddenly it wasn’t just his fangs that had grown. He let her sleep; he’d be ready for her when she finally did wake. Before he fell asleep for the day, he marveled at how the change had affected him, and surprised himself with how accepting he was of all that had happened.
~*~
She heard hushed voices outside the doors to her rooms. They were talking about her, she knew. They wanted her to come out, rejoin the family and share meals with them. Not “work on her bike,” or “explore the caves.” Or their favorite, “join Wyatt Cain forever.”
DG had been in her bed for most of the morning wearing one of Wyatt’s shirts, and not much else, and she was sure everyone was concerned about her. At first, it could have been passed off that she was grieving for those who never came back. In the beginning, it felt like it was only Glitch and Raw who thought she was upset, because Cain was among the Never-Returned. But she figured her sister and parents had to have known by now.
She listened for the voices again. She heard Glitch say something, but couldn’t understand any words. She heard Raw as well. And Azkadellia. And a voice that could have been her father, Ahamo.
Then there was a soft tap on her door. She fluffed up the pillows, turned on the little lamp in the dim room, and grabbed a book that was on the night stand. Opening it, she called out.
“Come in, it’s open!”
Even though there were four people outside her door, it was only her sister who came into the rooms. She primly sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands on her knees, thinking about what to say.
“Mother wishes you would join us...” she started
“...for meals. I know, Az. I just... can’t. Not yet.”
Az reached her hand out to DG, and rested it on her arm.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
She bit back the smart-ass answer for once, in favor of a softer, gentler response.
“Not right now. Maybe later?” she asked.
“We miss you.”
“I know.”
“And I know that something is wrong.”
“What makes you say that?”
In reply, Az plucked at the fabric from the shirt DG wore.
“You’ve not taken this off since Mother told us the news.”
“Just because we haven’t heard anything, doesn’t mean they’re dead!” she protested, a little too loudly. She heard Glitch cough out in the hallway.
“DG, little sister, this can’t be good, you staying in your rooms all the time...”
“Just give me a little more time,” she said, “I’ll be good as new soon enough.”
“I hope so. Mother said Raw might need to read you if this persists.”
DG scoffed. “Raw could read me from the doorway.”
“I’ll forgive you for being flippant this time, little sister.”
“Oh, Az, you do the princess thing so well,” DG told her.
“So do you,” she pointed out. “I know there’s things you’re not telling us.” Az stood up, realizing DG simply wasn’t going to get out of bed today. “Maybe Mother will come around after the noon meal?” She was just about to the door when she stopped walking and looked back over her shoulder.
“Your book is upside down,” Az revealed, and then she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Damn! DG muttered, and turned the book upright. It was Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
~*~
It wasn’t her mother who came by that afternoon, it was Glitch.
“You all right, Doll?” he asked when she said he could come in.
“I’m good, Glitch, thanks for asking.” This time, she’d grabbed the book the right way. Even though surgeons were able to restore his brain, he still glitched from time to time. It was also part of his personality now, and it brought a smile to his pale face when she said his name.
“Oh no, I don’t really think so, here. Look at your eyes, they look like shadows on your face. You can’t stay here in the dark, either.” He took the book from her hands and put it on the bed. Then he took both her hands in his, and tried to coax her out of the bed.
“You need to be up and in the bright sunshine! They say it’s good for you,” he confided in her.
She took her hands back.
“I’m fine, really.”
“Well, okay, cupcakes. I’ll bring up some dinner - oh, you didn’t even eat your - it that breakfast?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly at him, and he left her rooms, a worried look marred his face.
When she heard the door latch, she drew her knees up to her chin, but did not move from under her covers. She looked at the book on the bed, and realized she wasn’t interested in reading it after all. She wrapped her arms around her legs, kept her chin on her knees, and just sat there, her mind blank except for only one thing.
How dare Wyatt Cain tell her want she wanted? How did he presume to know that? She loved him, and wanted to spend forever with him. And she had no aspirations to be on the throne - ever. Why couldn’t he see that?
She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at her window. She wasn’t really seeing it, almost like she was in a catatonic state. When darkness fell, she didn’t see it, but rather felt it. She got out of the bed and padded over to her oversized dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans to stuff her legs into. She left the shirt on.
She was just getting ready to slide the bookcase in her room aside, when there was a faint tapping at her door. She sighed, not really in the mood for company. Her mind did a quick review of everyone who had been up to see her that day, and the past several days, and realized someone was missing.
She opened her door to see the Captain of the Royal Guard, Jeb Cain.
“Jeb!” she squeaked.
“Evening, Princess.”
“It’s DG,” she said.
“Of course it is.”
She turned away from him, fighting with herself. Should she tell Jeb her father was alive? Would he even believe her?
She turned back to speak, but Jeb spoke first.
“I came to see how you were holding up. I know you were close to Father, and...”
“Close the door, we need to talk.”
“About what, Princess?” he asked, caught off-guard, but closed the door anyway. He wasn’t sure why, but he also turned the little lock.
“Your father,” she said.
“My... father,” he said, wondering if the younger princess’s self-imposed confinement hadn’t made her delusional.
She wondered about her wisdom in telling Jeb this, but now that she started, she had to continue.
“He’s alive,” she stated.
Jeb just froze. This was the last thing he expected. “What? How?” he managed to get out amid a great deal of stuttering.
DG was quiet a moment wondering where to start. After several attempts, she just gave up trying to explain. She went over to her bookcase, suppressing the giggle at the cliché.
“Maybe it’s better if I show you.”
“Show me what? What’s going on here?”
DG slid the bookcase aside, revealing a narrow passageway. She grabbed the flashlight, and shown the light down the dim corridor.
“Honestly?” she said after a moment, “it’s better if you see for yourself.”
Jeb was silent as he watched DG enter the doorway. He glanced back at the main door to her rooms, silently thanking whatever gods had possessed him to lock the door. He stepped into the corridor, and the bookcase slid closed behind him.
continued in Part Two
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Tin Man Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2008 by Caren Franco
Only Rhys is original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, MagickBoxGirl and NAWag1r. DG, Wyatt Cain, Glitch/Ambrose, Raw, Queen Lavender Eyes, Ahamo, Finaqua, the Grey Gale, Sin District, Central City, and the O. Z. were created by Steven Long Mitchell, Craig Van Sickle, Nick Willing, Robert Halmi, Sr., Robert Halmi, Jr., Imagiquest Entertainment, RHI Entertainment, and the Sci-Fi Channel; inspired by L. Frank Baum.
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’Verse: Shadows’verse
Author: Trystan
Spoilers: entire series; Lights & Shadows
Warnings: AU alert!
Pairings: Wyatt/DG
Rating: hard R
Word Count: Part 1 - 2,547
Notable Credits: Special thanks to nawag1r for feeding the voices and writing some lines; and awesome thanks to my betas, aphrodite33, magickboxgirl and nawag1r. Wyatt is not mine, although goddess knows I wish he was.
Author’s Notes: Yes, I stole yet another song for the title; this one is from Lou Gramm, from the Lost Boys Soundtrack. Also, since I’ve been reading more Tin Man fanfic than is good for me, some themes may have come from fanon, not canon. My apologies if I borrowed your thoughts and you didn’t want me to.
Summary: DG is lost without Cain, but can he grant her her deepest wish?
As she had done many times since the night Wyatt Cain came back, DG hurried along one of the few dark passages in the Royal Palace with her flashlight illuminating the path ahead of her. She quietly entered the room and locked the door. It wasn’t that the door needed to be locked, she turned the little knob more out of habit. This room was one of three rooms she’d found for him; one of the others had a passage to the outside, as she knew what it was like to be confined and cooped up.
Over three months ago, Cain was the leader of a small patrol of Tin Men to the southern borders the O.Z. to ensure there were no supporters of the Sorceress still active in the area. The assignment was only to last a few weeks, but there had been no word of the small group of men for over a month. The Queen sent three subsequent search parties out to find out the fate of the original team.
No one returned, and the worst was feared.
Until Cain appeared on DG’s balcony that night. He told her that at the end of the first week, his group was attacked and he was the only survivor. But after that, his life had been irrevocably changed. And while she didn’t mean to count the days he was gone (100 days), DG had lost track of the time he’d been back. Nightly she’d gone to see him in his rooms, never telling anyone he’d survived, such as it was.
Wyatt Cain, DG’s Tin Man, was a vampire.
Before she could turn around, he was behind her with his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him, her eyes closed, and drew a deep breath. She felt safe here, which struck her as odd, since there was no reason for her to not feel safe in the palace and the O.Z.
“I thought today would never end,” she said, as he left little kisses on her neck. She was wearing her Other Side jeans and one of Cain’s shirts. She’d taken to wearing them when he was gone, and wasn’t going to stop now.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, moving her hair to one side and kissing her newly-exposed skin.
“Aside from the fact I didn’t know how I was going to get away from Rhys today?” she asked, her head lolling forward as he nuzzled the nape of her neck. At the mention of the name, however, he stilled.
“You all right?” she asked.
“Rhys was... is ... one of the best Tin Men I have known. He’s your personal guard?”
She moved her head in a bobbing motion, and slowly brought her head up again. He rested his cheek against the side of her head.
“Jeb assigned him to me.”
“Jeb?” Cain was genuinely curious.
“He started out just temporarily - just until you guys came back.” She turned and looked at him. “The day the Queen.... I mean my mother.... gave us the news that you might not be coming back, she made Jeb’s position permanent.”
Cain was quiet, mulling over her words. After a moment, he closed his eyes and exhaled as best as a vampire could. He turned her around in his arms to face him, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
“I agree with the Queen. It’s what I would have done,” he said softly. “But I warn you, Rhys is a very observant man. He’ll report your every move to Jeb, so you’ll need be to be careful.”
“When have I ever not been careful?” she challenged.
“I could list a time or two.”
“Just shut up and kiss me?” she suggested. He obliged.
She pressed herself against him, wanting to feel him over every inch of her, wanting to feel him inside her. His hands moved under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her waist. Still kissing, he guided her to the bed against the far wall. The bed, along with the rest of the room, was decorated in heavy burgundy tapestries, and looked like it was a bedroom for the King, or at the very least a Master.
Even after all this time, she still felt the jittery butterflies inside as they undressed each other, and his fingers would brush her skin. But when he picked her up - her legs went around his waist on their own - she could actually feel the heat between her bottom and his hands.
They fell together on the bed, her giggling at his mischievous smile. He traced up her legs and hips with his fingertips, and she moaned at his gentle touch. For a moment, his hand rested on her stomach, but after a moment, he pulled it away from the heat. He reluctantly moved off her to stretch out next to her on the bed, feeling her touching every part of him.
“I felt that,” she said.
“I know. I’m all right.”
She looked at his hand. Although the candle chandelier did light the room, it wasn’t like seeing things in a bright light. She gingerly touched his palm, and found it to still be smooth.
“It’s your Light, Deeg,” he said.
“Then turn me,” she said simply. Again.
“You know I can’t.”
“I don’t want to be Queen.”
“I - I can’t, Deeg. You don’t want to live like I do.”
“I want to live with you, Wyatt.”
“Your mother, your sister, the O.Z.?”
“I just want you.”
“You’ll never see daylight again.”
“I don’t care.”
“I care.”
She gently pushed him back on the bed, and straddled him. She leaned up to him and nipped his lips.
“Just for tonight, can we pretend?”
“Of course we can.” His voice was husky. He rolled them over, so she was now the one on the bed. They made love frenzied at first, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other; then is was slow and leisurely, each taking a twisted pleasure at the exquisite torture the sexplay could be.
As much as he wanted to sink his fangs into her and drink and make her truly his, his conscious and morals always stopped him. He growled in frustration. He’d sworn to protect her, and this would certainly not be keeping his promise.
He watched her as she slept, his fangs at full-length, almost daring him to do the very thing she asked. But he couldn’t let her live that way - a blood-sucking creature that preyed on the wildlife of the O.Z.? There were times he’d go into Central City’s Sin District to quench his thirst for human blood. Oh, it was so much better than anything he’d ever had.
But no, she was the Light of the O.Z. He couldn’t make her world dark. Navigating the passages she’d shown him, he left the palace in search of something to feed on that night.
She was still there when he returned about an hour before dawn. While his two hungers were sated, oddly enough he still wanted more - from her.
He doused the candles in the chandelier, and slid under the covers next to her. He spooned against her back, not caring that her skin made his feel like it was burning. He moved the hair off her neck and shoulders and kissed the pale skin he’d exposed.
She stirred, but didn’t wake. She snuggled against him in her sleep, and suddenly it wasn’t just his fangs that had grown. He let her sleep; he’d be ready for her when she finally did wake. Before he fell asleep for the day, he marveled at how the change had affected him, and surprised himself with how accepting he was of all that had happened.
~*~
She heard hushed voices outside the doors to her rooms. They were talking about her, she knew. They wanted her to come out, rejoin the family and share meals with them. Not “work on her bike,” or “explore the caves.” Or their favorite, “join Wyatt Cain forever.”
DG had been in her bed for most of the morning wearing one of Wyatt’s shirts, and not much else, and she was sure everyone was concerned about her. At first, it could have been passed off that she was grieving for those who never came back. In the beginning, it felt like it was only Glitch and Raw who thought she was upset, because Cain was among the Never-Returned. But she figured her sister and parents had to have known by now.
She listened for the voices again. She heard Glitch say something, but couldn’t understand any words. She heard Raw as well. And Azkadellia. And a voice that could have been her father, Ahamo.
Then there was a soft tap on her door. She fluffed up the pillows, turned on the little lamp in the dim room, and grabbed a book that was on the night stand. Opening it, she called out.
“Come in, it’s open!”
Even though there were four people outside her door, it was only her sister who came into the rooms. She primly sat on the edge of the bed, with her hands on her knees, thinking about what to say.
“Mother wishes you would join us...” she started
“...for meals. I know, Az. I just... can’t. Not yet.”
Az reached her hand out to DG, and rested it on her arm.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
She bit back the smart-ass answer for once, in favor of a softer, gentler response.
“Not right now. Maybe later?” she asked.
“We miss you.”
“I know.”
“And I know that something is wrong.”
“What makes you say that?”
In reply, Az plucked at the fabric from the shirt DG wore.
“You’ve not taken this off since Mother told us the news.”
“Just because we haven’t heard anything, doesn’t mean they’re dead!” she protested, a little too loudly. She heard Glitch cough out in the hallway.
“DG, little sister, this can’t be good, you staying in your rooms all the time...”
“Just give me a little more time,” she said, “I’ll be good as new soon enough.”
“I hope so. Mother said Raw might need to read you if this persists.”
DG scoffed. “Raw could read me from the doorway.”
“I’ll forgive you for being flippant this time, little sister.”
“Oh, Az, you do the princess thing so well,” DG told her.
“So do you,” she pointed out. “I know there’s things you’re not telling us.” Az stood up, realizing DG simply wasn’t going to get out of bed today. “Maybe Mother will come around after the noon meal?” She was just about to the door when she stopped walking and looked back over her shoulder.
“Your book is upside down,” Az revealed, and then she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Damn! DG muttered, and turned the book upright. It was Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
~*~
It wasn’t her mother who came by that afternoon, it was Glitch.
“You all right, Doll?” he asked when she said he could come in.
“I’m good, Glitch, thanks for asking.” This time, she’d grabbed the book the right way. Even though surgeons were able to restore his brain, he still glitched from time to time. It was also part of his personality now, and it brought a smile to his pale face when she said his name.
“Oh no, I don’t really think so, here. Look at your eyes, they look like shadows on your face. You can’t stay here in the dark, either.” He took the book from her hands and put it on the bed. Then he took both her hands in his, and tried to coax her out of the bed.
“You need to be up and in the bright sunshine! They say it’s good for you,” he confided in her.
She took her hands back.
“I’m fine, really.”
“Well, okay, cupcakes. I’ll bring up some dinner - oh, you didn’t even eat your - it that breakfast?” he asked.
She smiled sweetly at him, and he left her rooms, a worried look marred his face.
When she heard the door latch, she drew her knees up to her chin, but did not move from under her covers. She looked at the book on the bed, and realized she wasn’t interested in reading it after all. She wrapped her arms around her legs, kept her chin on her knees, and just sat there, her mind blank except for only one thing.
How dare Wyatt Cain tell her want she wanted? How did he presume to know that? She loved him, and wanted to spend forever with him. And she had no aspirations to be on the throne - ever. Why couldn’t he see that?
She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at her window. She wasn’t really seeing it, almost like she was in a catatonic state. When darkness fell, she didn’t see it, but rather felt it. She got out of the bed and padded over to her oversized dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans to stuff her legs into. She left the shirt on.
She was just getting ready to slide the bookcase in her room aside, when there was a faint tapping at her door. She sighed, not really in the mood for company. Her mind did a quick review of everyone who had been up to see her that day, and the past several days, and realized someone was missing.
She opened her door to see the Captain of the Royal Guard, Jeb Cain.
“Jeb!” she squeaked.
“Evening, Princess.”
“It’s DG,” she said.
“Of course it is.”
She turned away from him, fighting with herself. Should she tell Jeb her father was alive? Would he even believe her?
She turned back to speak, but Jeb spoke first.
“I came to see how you were holding up. I know you were close to Father, and...”
“Close the door, we need to talk.”
“About what, Princess?” he asked, caught off-guard, but closed the door anyway. He wasn’t sure why, but he also turned the little lock.
“Your father,” she said.
“My... father,” he said, wondering if the younger princess’s self-imposed confinement hadn’t made her delusional.
She wondered about her wisdom in telling Jeb this, but now that she started, she had to continue.
“He’s alive,” she stated.
Jeb just froze. This was the last thing he expected. “What? How?” he managed to get out amid a great deal of stuttering.
DG was quiet a moment wondering where to start. After several attempts, she just gave up trying to explain. She went over to her bookcase, suppressing the giggle at the cliché.
“Maybe it’s better if I show you.”
“Show me what? What’s going on here?”
DG slid the bookcase aside, revealing a narrow passageway. She grabbed the flashlight, and shown the light down the dim corridor.
“Honestly?” she said after a moment, “it’s better if you see for yourself.”
Jeb was silent as he watched DG enter the doorway. He glanced back at the main door to her rooms, silently thanking whatever gods had possessed him to lock the door. He stepped into the corridor, and the bookcase slid closed behind him.
continued in Part Two
***
Tin Man Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2008 by Caren Franco
Only Rhys is original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, MagickBoxGirl and NAWag1r. DG, Wyatt Cain, Glitch/Ambrose, Raw, Queen Lavender Eyes, Ahamo, Finaqua, the Grey Gale, Sin District, Central City, and the O. Z. were created by Steven Long Mitchell, Craig Van Sickle, Nick Willing, Robert Halmi, Sr., Robert Halmi, Jr., Imagiquest Entertainment, RHI Entertainment, and the Sci-Fi Channel; inspired by L. Frank Baum.
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