TM AU Fic: Lost in the Shadows; 2/2
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 2 - 1,839
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?
( Part I )
DG found Wyatt in the central room he used as a main sitting room. She had to catch her breath before she could speak.
“I’ve only got a minute. You’re going to be angry at me.”
“Why?” he asked, rising from the chair where he’d been sitting, drinking something out of a wineglass. In the glow of the candlelight, it looked like it could be red wine.
“Is that - ” she started to ask, but he abruptly stopped her.
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“I brought Jeb with me,” she said in a rush.
“You did what?” He felt his fangs starting to bud. “I told you not to tell anyone!”
“Wyatt, this Jeb! I had to! He’s lost you twice! Well, thought he did, anyway. Don’t you think he’d be glad to have you back at all?”
“As what, Deeg? A vampire? I’m a killer.” His fangs were most of the way out, and could feel his eyes changing.
“This is your son, Wyatt. He’s going to love you no matter what!”
“I don’t want him to see me like this,” he growled.
“Dad?” was the shocked reply from the doorway. “What the hell - ? Dad?”
“Go away, Jeb,” Wyatt growled, and tried to turn away. Jeb took three strides into the room and was at his father. He reached out to turn Wyatt back around to face him, when the older Cain whirled to face his son.
“Is this how you want to see me? Is this what you want for a father?” His eyes were bright gold and fangs full-length. And he was pissed.
“Wyatt!” DG implored. Jeb took a step back from this - monster? - who looked like his father. He turned to DG.
“This is what you mope about in your rooms all day for? This?” Now Jeb was angry.
“I love him,” she replied. Yeah, that was lame, she thought.
“You do what?” Wyatt asked, his voice calmer than when he spoke earlier.
“Just that,” Jeb said to his father, but had his eyes on DG as he was speaking.
“Stays in her rooms all day, doesn’t eat meals - just reads and sleeps all day.”
Wyatt turned to her, his eyes still gold, but his fangs had retracted.
“Is what he says true?” he demanded. She looked at him, eyes wide, and nodded.
She so did not want to have this conversation with Jeb here. Actually, she didn’t want to have this conversation with Wyatt at all.
“Gods, DG, you can’t do that!”
She looked at him, and did her little pouting thing. He hated when she did that - he couldn’t say “no” when she did it. Something suddenly occurred to him.
“You’re trying to kill yourself,” he said, the realization coming over him in cold chill.
“Well, you won’t do it!”
“Do what?” Jeb interjected. “What is going on here?”
“Not now, son,” Wyatt said, and then turned back to DG, his face very close to hers. “We are done with this discussion. You know my answer.” His voice was calm and calculated, and DG should have had the sense not to respond.
“That’s what you say now,” she said. “But you know you want to.”
She kissed him on the lips then, not caring that Jeb was still there, and not caring what Wyatt’s reaction would be.
“I’ll be waiting for you in your room,” she whispered in his ear, and then turned and left the room, Wyatt staring after her.
She knew she was right about him. Her former Tin Man couldn’t be a boy scout forever, even if he was immortal.
~*~
“What just happened?” Jeb asked.
Wyatt chuckled. “That is one smart kid,” he said.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” Jeb demanded.
“You know what? I love her. And she loves me back, damned if I know why.” But he was smiling.
“Dad!” Jeb practically yelled.
“Yes, son?”
“Are you for real? What the in the name of the Grey Gale is going on here?”
Wyatt turned and looked at his son. DG was right. Jeb had thought he’d lost his father twice. Well, he’d never lose him again, that was certain.
“At the end of the first week, we were attacked by something. It bit me, made me delirious. These .... bats killed everyone else. Your mother - no, that’s not right. She only looked like her. This woman saved me, changed me.”
“In to what you are now?” Jeb sounded appalled.
“At first, I hated myself,” Wyatt continued, even though he heard Jeb’s question. “I did things that I never knew I could do.”
“You mean, all those men we sent - ” Jeb started to ask.
“Was me. I’m not proud of what I did, son. I did it to survive.” Jeb made a noise, like he was going to be sick.
“But I’ve learned. I’ve learned how to feed, and kill only if necessary.”
Jeb composed himself. “And these rooms?”
“DG’s idea. She knew about me the night I came back, and she showed them to me. She called me, and others like me, a vampire.”
“There’s more like you here?”
Wyatt smiled again. “No... they’re legends on the other side. Stories about ... beings ... and that’s what I am now.”
“A vampire.” Jeb was not convinced.
“You want to see the fangs again?”
“Not really.” Jeb was conflicted. As Captain of the Royal Guard, he should report this to the queen. As someone who though his father was dead twice, there was no way he was going to lose him again.
“And you love the princess?” he suddenly asked.
“I do,” Wyatt said with conviction.
“Then go to her. I’ll find something to tell the others about DG.”
Wyatt looked at his son, surprised.
“You’d do that?”
“I can’t lose you again. You can stay here, in these rooms. You have my word as a Cain I’ll not tell anyone.”
“Thanks, son,” Wyatt said, drawing him in for a hug.
They left the room at the same time: the younger Cain in search of a plausible explanation to the Queen, her consort, and the rest of the younger princess’ family and friends about DG’s “sudden disappearance”; the elder Cain to make that younger princess his forever.
~*~
She was curled up on his bed when he entered his room, and didn’t look much like a princess when she slept. She looked very peaceful, younger than her 21 or 22 or whatever annuals. Too young for him to entertain doing what he was about to do.
“But you know you want to.” Her words teased him. He did want to, so very much - how could she have known that?
His fangs budded and pants got slightly tighter at seeing her sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt. He took off his clothes - except for his own shirt that he still wore, and slid into the bed beside her. Blood rushed furiously through his entire body when he realized the only thing she wore was his shirt as well.
He caressed her body with his fingertips, eliciting a moan from her as she slept. She stretched out, against the length of his body, arousing him further, if that were possible. He moved her thick hair from her neck and kissed her.
She mumbled something that sounded like his name, and rolled on to her back. She opened her eyes to find his watching her.
“Hey there, Tin Man,” she said, and stretched out like a cat.
“Hey kiddo,” he smiled back, and then kissed her. She moved into him, and kissed him back.
“How was your talk with Jeb?” she asked when he ended the kiss.
“Better than expected. Apparently, the younger princess has disappeared after the evening meal.”
“Oh, she has?” DG asked in feigned concern.
“Some rumor about searching for her Tin Man, out in the wilds of the O.Z.”
“Jeb’s a smart kid,” she said.
“Taught him everything I could,” Wyatt explained, and she giggled at that.
With her pressed against his body, the only thing he could concentrate on was her. He unbuttoned the shirt she wore, but left it mostly on. He kissed her again, and they moved together so they were joined again as one.
When she climaxed the first time, she cried out his name and looked up into his eyes. They were gold, and her body shuddered with the excitement of what she truly hoped that meant.
Their movements were as old as time and just as immortal. She could feel her heat coming off his skin, and it was oddly arousing. With her hands on his waist and legs wrapped around him, she closed her eyes to feel just the sensations of their bodies.
When she felt something sharp on her neck, her eyes flew open. That hurt! But only for a moment, and she felt lips on her skin. She had a feeling she knew what was happening, closed her eyes, and let the shadows wash over her light, and take her into the darkness.
The next thing she was aware of was his skin on her lips, and a warm liquid dripping into her mouth. She drank greedily of whatever he had to offer.
“Easy there, kiddo,” he said. She was sure he said it softly, but it sounded very loud to her. He managed to pull his wrist away.
“My touch doesn’t burn you anymore,” she said.
“No,” he said softly, “it doesn’t.”
“What made you change your mind?” She stayed on her back, afraid of the world spinning if she moved.
He propped himself up on the pillows and looked at her.
“You.” He leaned over and gently touched his lips to hers. “I’ve wanted to since the night I came back. But it just didn’t seem fair to you. And even though you disobeyed and told Jeb about me, it was good that he knows now.”
“Why’s that?”
“He knows he hasn’t lost me completely. But I think someone would have figured out you were hiding something.”
“Or someone,” she clarified.
“Or someone,” he agreed.
He reached out and twirled a lock her hair around his fingers. She licked her lips, and ran her tongue over her teeth. She almost squeaked when she found her fang buds.
“Now what, though?”
“It’s just you and me, Deeg. We can do whatever we want.”
“Can we just stay here for now?”
“Honestly, we could stay here forever.”
She smiled. She liked that idea. But -
“What about my bike?” she asked, sitting up, her head against the headboard.
“Jeb has that all taken care of,” he said.
“We can stay here, in these rooms?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“What will the legends say about the younger princess now?”
“Something about riding off to find her true love - some old ex-Tin Man.”
“You’re not old,” she said, smiling her eyes flashing to gold.
“You never know. People will believe just about anything these days,” he said, his own eyes now gold as well.
***
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 2 - 1,839
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?
( Part I )
DG found Wyatt in the central room he used as a main sitting room. She had to catch her breath before she could speak.
“I’ve only got a minute. You’re going to be angry at me.”
“Why?” he asked, rising from the chair where he’d been sitting, drinking something out of a wineglass. In the glow of the candlelight, it looked like it could be red wine.
“Is that - ” she started to ask, but he abruptly stopped her.
“Why would I be mad at you?”
“I brought Jeb with me,” she said in a rush.
“You did what?” He felt his fangs starting to bud. “I told you not to tell anyone!”
“Wyatt, this Jeb! I had to! He’s lost you twice! Well, thought he did, anyway. Don’t you think he’d be glad to have you back at all?”
“As what, Deeg? A vampire? I’m a killer.” His fangs were most of the way out, and could feel his eyes changing.
“This is your son, Wyatt. He’s going to love you no matter what!”
“I don’t want him to see me like this,” he growled.
“Dad?” was the shocked reply from the doorway. “What the hell - ? Dad?”
“Go away, Jeb,” Wyatt growled, and tried to turn away. Jeb took three strides into the room and was at his father. He reached out to turn Wyatt back around to face him, when the older Cain whirled to face his son.
“Is this how you want to see me? Is this what you want for a father?” His eyes were bright gold and fangs full-length. And he was pissed.
“Wyatt!” DG implored. Jeb took a step back from this - monster? - who looked like his father. He turned to DG.
“This is what you mope about in your rooms all day for? This?” Now Jeb was angry.
“I love him,” she replied. Yeah, that was lame, she thought.
“You do what?” Wyatt asked, his voice calmer than when he spoke earlier.
“Just that,” Jeb said to his father, but had his eyes on DG as he was speaking.
“Stays in her rooms all day, doesn’t eat meals - just reads and sleeps all day.”
Wyatt turned to her, his eyes still gold, but his fangs had retracted.
“Is what he says true?” he demanded. She looked at him, eyes wide, and nodded.
She so did not want to have this conversation with Jeb here. Actually, she didn’t want to have this conversation with Wyatt at all.
“Gods, DG, you can’t do that!”
She looked at him, and did her little pouting thing. He hated when she did that - he couldn’t say “no” when she did it. Something suddenly occurred to him.
“You’re trying to kill yourself,” he said, the realization coming over him in cold chill.
“Well, you won’t do it!”
“Do what?” Jeb interjected. “What is going on here?”
“Not now, son,” Wyatt said, and then turned back to DG, his face very close to hers. “We are done with this discussion. You know my answer.” His voice was calm and calculated, and DG should have had the sense not to respond.
“That’s what you say now,” she said. “But you know you want to.”
She kissed him on the lips then, not caring that Jeb was still there, and not caring what Wyatt’s reaction would be.
“I’ll be waiting for you in your room,” she whispered in his ear, and then turned and left the room, Wyatt staring after her.
She knew she was right about him. Her former Tin Man couldn’t be a boy scout forever, even if he was immortal.
~*~
“What just happened?” Jeb asked.
Wyatt chuckled. “That is one smart kid,” he said.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” Jeb demanded.
“You know what? I love her. And she loves me back, damned if I know why.” But he was smiling.
“Dad!” Jeb practically yelled.
“Yes, son?”
“Are you for real? What the in the name of the Grey Gale is going on here?”
Wyatt turned and looked at his son. DG was right. Jeb had thought he’d lost his father twice. Well, he’d never lose him again, that was certain.
“At the end of the first week, we were attacked by something. It bit me, made me delirious. These .... bats killed everyone else. Your mother - no, that’s not right. She only looked like her. This woman saved me, changed me.”
“In to what you are now?” Jeb sounded appalled.
“At first, I hated myself,” Wyatt continued, even though he heard Jeb’s question. “I did things that I never knew I could do.”
“You mean, all those men we sent - ” Jeb started to ask.
“Was me. I’m not proud of what I did, son. I did it to survive.” Jeb made a noise, like he was going to be sick.
“But I’ve learned. I’ve learned how to feed, and kill only if necessary.”
Jeb composed himself. “And these rooms?”
“DG’s idea. She knew about me the night I came back, and she showed them to me. She called me, and others like me, a vampire.”
“There’s more like you here?”
Wyatt smiled again. “No... they’re legends on the other side. Stories about ... beings ... and that’s what I am now.”
“A vampire.” Jeb was not convinced.
“You want to see the fangs again?”
“Not really.” Jeb was conflicted. As Captain of the Royal Guard, he should report this to the queen. As someone who though his father was dead twice, there was no way he was going to lose him again.
“And you love the princess?” he suddenly asked.
“I do,” Wyatt said with conviction.
“Then go to her. I’ll find something to tell the others about DG.”
Wyatt looked at his son, surprised.
“You’d do that?”
“I can’t lose you again. You can stay here, in these rooms. You have my word as a Cain I’ll not tell anyone.”
“Thanks, son,” Wyatt said, drawing him in for a hug.
They left the room at the same time: the younger Cain in search of a plausible explanation to the Queen, her consort, and the rest of the younger princess’ family and friends about DG’s “sudden disappearance”; the elder Cain to make that younger princess his forever.
~*~
She was curled up on his bed when he entered his room, and didn’t look much like a princess when she slept. She looked very peaceful, younger than her 21 or 22 or whatever annuals. Too young for him to entertain doing what he was about to do.
“But you know you want to.” Her words teased him. He did want to, so very much - how could she have known that?
His fangs budded and pants got slightly tighter at seeing her sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt. He took off his clothes - except for his own shirt that he still wore, and slid into the bed beside her. Blood rushed furiously through his entire body when he realized the only thing she wore was his shirt as well.
He caressed her body with his fingertips, eliciting a moan from her as she slept. She stretched out, against the length of his body, arousing him further, if that were possible. He moved her thick hair from her neck and kissed her.
She mumbled something that sounded like his name, and rolled on to her back. She opened her eyes to find his watching her.
“Hey there, Tin Man,” she said, and stretched out like a cat.
“Hey kiddo,” he smiled back, and then kissed her. She moved into him, and kissed him back.
“How was your talk with Jeb?” she asked when he ended the kiss.
“Better than expected. Apparently, the younger princess has disappeared after the evening meal.”
“Oh, she has?” DG asked in feigned concern.
“Some rumor about searching for her Tin Man, out in the wilds of the O.Z.”
“Jeb’s a smart kid,” she said.
“Taught him everything I could,” Wyatt explained, and she giggled at that.
With her pressed against his body, the only thing he could concentrate on was her. He unbuttoned the shirt she wore, but left it mostly on. He kissed her again, and they moved together so they were joined again as one.
When she climaxed the first time, she cried out his name and looked up into his eyes. They were gold, and her body shuddered with the excitement of what she truly hoped that meant.
Their movements were as old as time and just as immortal. She could feel her heat coming off his skin, and it was oddly arousing. With her hands on his waist and legs wrapped around him, she closed her eyes to feel just the sensations of their bodies.
When she felt something sharp on her neck, her eyes flew open. That hurt! But only for a moment, and she felt lips on her skin. She had a feeling she knew what was happening, closed her eyes, and let the shadows wash over her light, and take her into the darkness.
The next thing she was aware of was his skin on her lips, and a warm liquid dripping into her mouth. She drank greedily of whatever he had to offer.
“Easy there, kiddo,” he said. She was sure he said it softly, but it sounded very loud to her. He managed to pull his wrist away.
“My touch doesn’t burn you anymore,” she said.
“No,” he said softly, “it doesn’t.”
“What made you change your mind?” She stayed on her back, afraid of the world spinning if she moved.
He propped himself up on the pillows and looked at her.
“You.” He leaned over and gently touched his lips to hers. “I’ve wanted to since the night I came back. But it just didn’t seem fair to you. And even though you disobeyed and told Jeb about me, it was good that he knows now.”
“Why’s that?”
“He knows he hasn’t lost me completely. But I think someone would have figured out you were hiding something.”
“Or someone,” she clarified.
“Or someone,” he agreed.
He reached out and twirled a lock her hair around his fingers. She licked her lips, and ran her tongue over her teeth. She almost squeaked when she found her fang buds.
“Now what, though?”
“It’s just you and me, Deeg. We can do whatever we want.”
“Can we just stay here for now?”
“Honestly, we could stay here forever.”
She smiled. She liked that idea. But -
“What about my bike?” she asked, sitting up, her head against the headboard.
“Jeb has that all taken care of,” he said.
“We can stay here, in these rooms?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“What will the legends say about the younger princess now?”
“Something about riding off to find her true love - some old ex-Tin Man.”
“You’re not old,” she said, smiling her eyes flashing to gold.
“You never know. People will believe just about anything these days,” he said, his own eyes now gold as well.
***
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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