More Drabbles
Some more drabbles that I wrote some time ago..
Title: It is the Outer Zone
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is the Outer Zone, anything could happen.
Notes: Inspired by that video where the writers of Tin Man were asked what they thought about the pairings and their reaction to Cain/Glitch was surprisingly epic XD
As she walked down the hallway to Glitch's room, DG wondered why he was running late. It wasn't even that early in the morning anymore, surely he wasn't still sleeping... Or maybe, she thought sympathetically, he just forgot.
"Hey, Glitch!" she called out as she reached his door, knocking lightly on the polished wood, "You're late for your appointment with the medicos. I volunteered to come get you so come on."
When there was no answer, she rapped her knuckles against the door again; and again, nothing from the other side, "Glitch?"
He was already over an hour late, and she knew there was nowhere else he could be because they had already sent people to look for him everywhere else half an hour earlier, so DG made up her mind and reached out for the door knob. She turned the unlocked knob, they had already told Glitch countless times not to lock himself in, and just as she was about to push the door in-
It was pulled back by Wyatt Cain.
A very shirtless Wyatt Cain, she noticed as she was trying to pick her jaw off the floor.
"What did you want, kid?" he said gruffly, quickly pulling on a shirt he had in his hand and blocking her view of the room with his body.
"I uh... Is Glitch-He's late for his medical checkup?" she tried, but before either of them could say anything else, a loud thump and an "Ow" resonated through the room and out into the hallway. Cain turned to look back inside and DG caught a glimpse of Glitch on the floor next to the bed. Tangled in white sheets. Trying to cover his very obviously naked body.
"Oh."
"Yeah," Cain sighed as he looked back at her, "Oh. Sorry about that, princess."
"So you and Glitch, huh?" DG wasn't sure what to think. Sure, she was happy for her friends, especially after all that flirting Glitch seemed to have been doing, but there was one thing she didn't quite get...
"But-I thought-I mean... Glitch I understand, but you?"
Cain gave her an amused, if somewhat puzzled look, and shrugged, "I don't know how things are in the Otherside, but this is the Outer Zone, kid."
Title: Bees
Rating: PG
Summary: Cain and Glitch face some unexpected foes one lovely afternoon.
Notes: For the prompt "Bees" from Nosferatu.
Cain was strolling on the grounds near the palace in Finaqua when he heard a rustling sound from the edge of the woods, coming closer and closer by the second.
He almost had his gun out and pointed in the rustling's direction, but stopped at the cry of his name in Glitch's familiar voice.
"Cain!" Glitch screamed again right as he appeared through the foliage, his eyes wide and his limbs flailing as he ran at full speed, "Run! They're right behind me! Run, run!"
Without asking who was behind him, Cain raised his gun to the spot where Glitch had come from, now that the headcase was out of the way and close to reaching his side. Too late did he notice that his trusted gun wouldn't help them in this case. As hundreds of bees swarmed out of the woods in clear pursuit of Glitch, said zipperhead grabbed Cain's arm with unexpected force and hauled him with him.
"I thought I told you to run!" Glitch yelled as they raced against bees, for gods' sake, across the green expanse of open field like a couple of lunatics.
"And I thought there were people following you!" Cain yelled back over the loud buzzing, "You know, like those rebel longcoats we fight all the time."
"Well yes but I can beat those," Glitch said stiffly, shying away from a bee that had gotten too close, "Or you-Ow!-shoot them, but there's nothing my rhythm or your gun can do against these! Ow!"
In the end, they couldn't outrun the swarm of bees for much longer and ended up thoroughly stung and sore before Glitch or he, Cain wasn't sure who, hurled them both into the nearby lake to escape. They stayed there for a while, the cool sweet water rippling around them, and clung to each other until the coast was clear and it was safe to come out. So when they finally made it back to the palace, they were thoroughly stung, sore, and soaked.
Hours later found them in a sitting room, settling down after hot baths and gentle treatments from Raw's hands. They were both healed and comfortable but Cain still wondered what had caused their plight earlier in the day. He didn't believe in consequences and surely Glitch had done something to bring the bees' wrath on them. Whatever it was though, Cain realized he was surprisingly glad that Glitch hadn't had some allergic reaction unknown to him; and that the afternoon hadn't been as bad as it could have been.
As if tuning in to his thoughts, Glitch looked at him from across the recliner he was lying in. "I'm glad you're okay," he said softly,
Then he stood up and walked the short distance to Cain's larger armchair, where he dropped down and curled up next to him.
"I wanted honey." Glitch said very quietly, answering his unasked question.
They lay there together for a long while into the evening-their bodies warm and touching in several places not unlike when they were in the lake, though this was much more comfortable-before Cain eventually broke the silence.
"I'm glad you're okay too."
"Hmm," Cain felt the smile against his neck rather than saw it,
"And Glitch?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time you want honey, just go to the kitchens."
"Will do."
Title: Scream
Rating: R (ish?)
Summary: Cain comes home thinking it will be just another uneventful night...
Notes: They're just normal Othersiders in this one. For the prompt "Scream" from Nosferatu. I'll probably make a little Part 2 later.
Cain pulled up to the driveway, parking the car without much thought to how close it was to Ambrose's flower patch in the yard, and turned the engine off with a tired but pleased sigh. He had been taking extended shifts for far too many days now and would have to do so something about it soon, especially since today that extended shift had kept him away from his husband on one of his rare days off. He and Ambrose had simply been too overworked lately. But for now, Cain was just glad to be home after a long day at work. With thoughts of a warm dinner and a kiss on his mind, he got out and headed up the steps to their modest but comfortable two story house, where there were no nosy neighbors for miles.
All the lights in the house seemed to be on, putting it on display to an inexistent audience and making it seem like the inhabitants were up and about. But once he stepped inside and tossed his keys on the table by the door, he saw the post-it note with Ambrose's choppy sentences and scraggly handwriting; the one that meant he was writing fast and unfocused.
I'm turning in early tonight.
Not working, I promise!
I made pasta. There's a plate in the microwave.
As impersonal as that might have seemed to anyone else, Cain was just getting used to Ambrose getting used to them not seeing each other much when they got home at night; and he really needed to do something about that soon.
Rather than go look for Ambrose, who was supposedly asleep, he made a quick trip down the hall to his study to check that the engineer was indeed "not working". Then he turned back, and was just past the stairs on his way to the kitchen when a startling scream blared from upstairs. Cain's head snapped up in shock and he stopped in his tracks. Ambrose.
A moment later he heard the sound of glass shattering and then he was racing up the stairs, his heart slamming against his chest in dread. "Ambrose!"
He dashed to the second landing and almost froze when he saw the scarlet fluid streaming out on the floor from their bedroom door. But he had no time to panic now, no time to beat himself over running without thinking and leaving his gun downstairs, no time to imagine what might await him inside the room. With one swift movement he kicked the door down and barged in, ready to face whoever had hurt Ambrose.
The only problem was that what he saw did freeze him where he stood.
There was Ambrose, standing in the middle of the room, perfectly fine except for a venomous glare he was directing at his laptop; his chair had been blown away to the other end of the room, and a shattered glass of red wine lay scattered in countless tiny pieces at Cain's feet. In that moment, Cain didn't know if he wanted to scream in frustration or relief, so he settled for shrugging off his jacket in the most stoic fashion he could manage-and then left all pretenses at the door as he ran to Ambrose and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Wyatt!" he cried out in surprise when Cain all but lifted him up and twirled him around, as if he was only just noticing him, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Am I okay," Cain scoffed as he dropped his head on Ambrose's shoulder, "You're going to give me a heart attack someday."
"I'm sorry?" Ambrose looked honestly confused, sliding his hands up Cain's biceps as Cain tightened his arms around his waist, "What happened?" For a genius he could be truly clueless about some things.
"I come home and hear you scream, glass shattering, and see red liquid on the floor?" Cain raised an eyebrow and fixed him with a pointed look.
"Oh."
"Jesus, Ambrose. Why were you screaming like that in the first place?"
"Oh!" he turned his head sideways to glare at the open laptop again, his face taking on that unfairly adorable pout as he gave his explanation, "Ernest Raynz just patented something way too similar to my T.D.A.S.S.D.L.! I swear one of his slimy lackeys stole it."
"So you scream bloody murder, destroy a glass, waste our good wine, and almost give me a heart attack? You're unbelievable."
"Well I do pride myself in being able to surprise you from time to time." Ambrose shot back with an impish grin,
"Not a very nice surprise though..." as horrible as that last minute of his day had been-because really, it couldn't have been more than a minute between hearing the scream and kicking down the door-he felt himself relaxing against Ambrose's body, still pressed closed to his. He lowered his head again to the crook of neck, kissing and nipping at the pale soft skin there and drawing a pleased little sound from Ambrose. He missed this; their usual quips at each other over silly things that they ended up laughing about in the morning, instead of feeling like they didn't even have time for a joke; coming home and having a conversation face to face instead of through post-it notes; touching each other in all the places they had claimed, with ardor and shameless need, without worrying about work in the morning... instead of climbing into bed with inches of space between them like they had for far too many days now. Cain would have to do something about that.
He slipped his hands under Ambrose's silk pajama top-he hated this one, so slithery-and occupied them with the much more pleasant texture of the creamy warm skin underneath. One hand traveled up to Ambrose's chest where it ghosted over his nipple before slipping out again and making quick work of undoing the gallingly glossy shirt. The other hand made its way down, disappearing under the rim of the matching pants.
"Well this," Ambrose gasped at his wandering touches, "is certainly more interesting than Raynz's sleaziness..."
"Hmm, it better be," Cain muttered and pressed a kiss to Ambrose's lips. "Wait-Why were you looking that up? We agreed we wouldn't work on days off, Ambrose, unless-"
"Unless there was a missing child or someone was dying." Ambrose rolled his eyes as he recited their old deal, "I wasn't working, I was just... Keeping up on current events."
"It's still work related." Cain countered in a low voice as he pushed the unbuttoned silk shirt off pale shoulders and let it fall to the stained floor; he stepped forward slowly, coaxing Ambrose backwards to the bed. "You broke the rules. You know what that means?"
"You're going to penalize me for my actions, officer?"
"Over and over again, sweetheart."
Title: Clouds
Rating: PG
Summary: Cliche cloud-watching drabble because it must be done!
Notes: Yes, for the prompt "Clouds" from Sebastian-Flight
Glitch lied down on the grass when they reached the highest point of the low hill, then reached out to tug at Cain's sleeve and dragged him down to the spot next to him.
They lay side by side, shoulders and hips touching as Glitch's arms stretched all the way up; dancing as they animatedly pointed out fluffy white clouds and the shapes they made.
Glitch might have had his entire brain back, but he still acted just the same, and most of the shapes he was seeing made no sense. So Cain chose to just fold his arms under his head and watch in amused silence. He hadn't done this sort of thing when he was younger and he most definitely wasn't going to start now, no matter how much Glitch insisted.
"What do you think of that one?" Glitch smiled expectantly at him, pointing a pale finger at a lonely cloud.
"I think..." He was about to say it just looked like any other puffy cloud when he took a second look and gaped a little at the image, "Well damn, that one looks like my hat."
"See? I told you you'd like this!" Glitch laughed and his arm shot up to point at the brilliant blue sky again, "Oh! What about--"
"You just got lucky with that one.." Cain frowned as he reached up and took Glitch's wandering hand, "I'd like to see you try that again."
"Well that one looks like an anatomically correct heart! Ooh and that one looks like a brain!"
"Uh, I think those two just look like clouds, sweetheart." Cain smirked,
"Oh." Looking oddly pleased with himself, Glitch sat up just enough to lean over Cain and give him a soft kiss, "It's okay anyway, we already found what we were missing."
Title: It is the Outer Zone
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It is the Outer Zone, anything could happen.
Notes: Inspired by that video where the writers of Tin Man were asked what they thought about the pairings and their reaction to Cain/Glitch was surprisingly epic XD
As she walked down the hallway to Glitch's room, DG wondered why he was running late. It wasn't even that early in the morning anymore, surely he wasn't still sleeping... Or maybe, she thought sympathetically, he just forgot.
"Hey, Glitch!" she called out as she reached his door, knocking lightly on the polished wood, "You're late for your appointment with the medicos. I volunteered to come get you so come on."
When there was no answer, she rapped her knuckles against the door again; and again, nothing from the other side, "Glitch?"
He was already over an hour late, and she knew there was nowhere else he could be because they had already sent people to look for him everywhere else half an hour earlier, so DG made up her mind and reached out for the door knob. She turned the unlocked knob, they had already told Glitch countless times not to lock himself in, and just as she was about to push the door in-
It was pulled back by Wyatt Cain.
A very shirtless Wyatt Cain, she noticed as she was trying to pick her jaw off the floor.
"What did you want, kid?" he said gruffly, quickly pulling on a shirt he had in his hand and blocking her view of the room with his body.
"I uh... Is Glitch-He's late for his medical checkup?" she tried, but before either of them could say anything else, a loud thump and an "Ow" resonated through the room and out into the hallway. Cain turned to look back inside and DG caught a glimpse of Glitch on the floor next to the bed. Tangled in white sheets. Trying to cover his very obviously naked body.
"Oh."
"Yeah," Cain sighed as he looked back at her, "Oh. Sorry about that, princess."
"So you and Glitch, huh?" DG wasn't sure what to think. Sure, she was happy for her friends, especially after all that flirting Glitch seemed to have been doing, but there was one thing she didn't quite get...
"But-I thought-I mean... Glitch I understand, but you?"
Cain gave her an amused, if somewhat puzzled look, and shrugged, "I don't know how things are in the Otherside, but this is the Outer Zone, kid."
Title: Bees
Rating: PG
Summary: Cain and Glitch face some unexpected foes one lovely afternoon.
Notes: For the prompt "Bees" from Nosferatu.
Cain was strolling on the grounds near the palace in Finaqua when he heard a rustling sound from the edge of the woods, coming closer and closer by the second.
He almost had his gun out and pointed in the rustling's direction, but stopped at the cry of his name in Glitch's familiar voice.
"Cain!" Glitch screamed again right as he appeared through the foliage, his eyes wide and his limbs flailing as he ran at full speed, "Run! They're right behind me! Run, run!"
Without asking who was behind him, Cain raised his gun to the spot where Glitch had come from, now that the headcase was out of the way and close to reaching his side. Too late did he notice that his trusted gun wouldn't help them in this case. As hundreds of bees swarmed out of the woods in clear pursuit of Glitch, said zipperhead grabbed Cain's arm with unexpected force and hauled him with him.
"I thought I told you to run!" Glitch yelled as they raced against bees, for gods' sake, across the green expanse of open field like a couple of lunatics.
"And I thought there were people following you!" Cain yelled back over the loud buzzing, "You know, like those rebel longcoats we fight all the time."
"Well yes but I can beat those," Glitch said stiffly, shying away from a bee that had gotten too close, "Or you-Ow!-shoot them, but there's nothing my rhythm or your gun can do against these! Ow!"
In the end, they couldn't outrun the swarm of bees for much longer and ended up thoroughly stung and sore before Glitch or he, Cain wasn't sure who, hurled them both into the nearby lake to escape. They stayed there for a while, the cool sweet water rippling around them, and clung to each other until the coast was clear and it was safe to come out. So when they finally made it back to the palace, they were thoroughly stung, sore, and soaked.
Hours later found them in a sitting room, settling down after hot baths and gentle treatments from Raw's hands. They were both healed and comfortable but Cain still wondered what had caused their plight earlier in the day. He didn't believe in consequences and surely Glitch had done something to bring the bees' wrath on them. Whatever it was though, Cain realized he was surprisingly glad that Glitch hadn't had some allergic reaction unknown to him; and that the afternoon hadn't been as bad as it could have been.
As if tuning in to his thoughts, Glitch looked at him from across the recliner he was lying in. "I'm glad you're okay," he said softly,
Then he stood up and walked the short distance to Cain's larger armchair, where he dropped down and curled up next to him.
"I wanted honey." Glitch said very quietly, answering his unasked question.
They lay there together for a long while into the evening-their bodies warm and touching in several places not unlike when they were in the lake, though this was much more comfortable-before Cain eventually broke the silence.
"I'm glad you're okay too."
"Hmm," Cain felt the smile against his neck rather than saw it,
"And Glitch?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time you want honey, just go to the kitchens."
"Will do."
Title: Scream
Rating: R (ish?)
Summary: Cain comes home thinking it will be just another uneventful night...
Notes: They're just normal Othersiders in this one. For the prompt "Scream" from Nosferatu. I'll probably make a little Part 2 later.
Cain pulled up to the driveway, parking the car without much thought to how close it was to Ambrose's flower patch in the yard, and turned the engine off with a tired but pleased sigh. He had been taking extended shifts for far too many days now and would have to do so something about it soon, especially since today that extended shift had kept him away from his husband on one of his rare days off. He and Ambrose had simply been too overworked lately. But for now, Cain was just glad to be home after a long day at work. With thoughts of a warm dinner and a kiss on his mind, he got out and headed up the steps to their modest but comfortable two story house, where there were no nosy neighbors for miles.
All the lights in the house seemed to be on, putting it on display to an inexistent audience and making it seem like the inhabitants were up and about. But once he stepped inside and tossed his keys on the table by the door, he saw the post-it note with Ambrose's choppy sentences and scraggly handwriting; the one that meant he was writing fast and unfocused.
I'm turning in early tonight.
Not working, I promise!
I made pasta. There's a plate in the microwave.
As impersonal as that might have seemed to anyone else, Cain was just getting used to Ambrose getting used to them not seeing each other much when they got home at night; and he really needed to do something about that soon.
Rather than go look for Ambrose, who was supposedly asleep, he made a quick trip down the hall to his study to check that the engineer was indeed "not working". Then he turned back, and was just past the stairs on his way to the kitchen when a startling scream blared from upstairs. Cain's head snapped up in shock and he stopped in his tracks. Ambrose.
A moment later he heard the sound of glass shattering and then he was racing up the stairs, his heart slamming against his chest in dread. "Ambrose!"
He dashed to the second landing and almost froze when he saw the scarlet fluid streaming out on the floor from their bedroom door. But he had no time to panic now, no time to beat himself over running without thinking and leaving his gun downstairs, no time to imagine what might await him inside the room. With one swift movement he kicked the door down and barged in, ready to face whoever had hurt Ambrose.
The only problem was that what he saw did freeze him where he stood.
There was Ambrose, standing in the middle of the room, perfectly fine except for a venomous glare he was directing at his laptop; his chair had been blown away to the other end of the room, and a shattered glass of red wine lay scattered in countless tiny pieces at Cain's feet. In that moment, Cain didn't know if he wanted to scream in frustration or relief, so he settled for shrugging off his jacket in the most stoic fashion he could manage-and then left all pretenses at the door as he ran to Ambrose and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Wyatt!" he cried out in surprise when Cain all but lifted him up and twirled him around, as if he was only just noticing him, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Am I okay," Cain scoffed as he dropped his head on Ambrose's shoulder, "You're going to give me a heart attack someday."
"I'm sorry?" Ambrose looked honestly confused, sliding his hands up Cain's biceps as Cain tightened his arms around his waist, "What happened?" For a genius he could be truly clueless about some things.
"I come home and hear you scream, glass shattering, and see red liquid on the floor?" Cain raised an eyebrow and fixed him with a pointed look.
"Oh."
"Jesus, Ambrose. Why were you screaming like that in the first place?"
"Oh!" he turned his head sideways to glare at the open laptop again, his face taking on that unfairly adorable pout as he gave his explanation, "Ernest Raynz just patented something way too similar to my T.D.A.S.S.D.L.! I swear one of his slimy lackeys stole it."
"So you scream bloody murder, destroy a glass, waste our good wine, and almost give me a heart attack? You're unbelievable."
"Well I do pride myself in being able to surprise you from time to time." Ambrose shot back with an impish grin,
"Not a very nice surprise though..." as horrible as that last minute of his day had been-because really, it couldn't have been more than a minute between hearing the scream and kicking down the door-he felt himself relaxing against Ambrose's body, still pressed closed to his. He lowered his head again to the crook of neck, kissing and nipping at the pale soft skin there and drawing a pleased little sound from Ambrose. He missed this; their usual quips at each other over silly things that they ended up laughing about in the morning, instead of feeling like they didn't even have time for a joke; coming home and having a conversation face to face instead of through post-it notes; touching each other in all the places they had claimed, with ardor and shameless need, without worrying about work in the morning... instead of climbing into bed with inches of space between them like they had for far too many days now. Cain would have to do something about that.
He slipped his hands under Ambrose's silk pajama top-he hated this one, so slithery-and occupied them with the much more pleasant texture of the creamy warm skin underneath. One hand traveled up to Ambrose's chest where it ghosted over his nipple before slipping out again and making quick work of undoing the gallingly glossy shirt. The other hand made its way down, disappearing under the rim of the matching pants.
"Well this," Ambrose gasped at his wandering touches, "is certainly more interesting than Raynz's sleaziness..."
"Hmm, it better be," Cain muttered and pressed a kiss to Ambrose's lips. "Wait-Why were you looking that up? We agreed we wouldn't work on days off, Ambrose, unless-"
"Unless there was a missing child or someone was dying." Ambrose rolled his eyes as he recited their old deal, "I wasn't working, I was just... Keeping up on current events."
"It's still work related." Cain countered in a low voice as he pushed the unbuttoned silk shirt off pale shoulders and let it fall to the stained floor; he stepped forward slowly, coaxing Ambrose backwards to the bed. "You broke the rules. You know what that means?"
"You're going to penalize me for my actions, officer?"
"Over and over again, sweetheart."
Title: Clouds
Rating: PG
Summary: Cliche cloud-watching drabble because it must be done!
Notes: Yes, for the prompt "Clouds" from Sebastian-Flight
Glitch lied down on the grass when they reached the highest point of the low hill, then reached out to tug at Cain's sleeve and dragged him down to the spot next to him.
They lay side by side, shoulders and hips touching as Glitch's arms stretched all the way up; dancing as they animatedly pointed out fluffy white clouds and the shapes they made.
Glitch might have had his entire brain back, but he still acted just the same, and most of the shapes he was seeing made no sense. So Cain chose to just fold his arms under his head and watch in amused silence. He hadn't done this sort of thing when he was younger and he most definitely wasn't going to start now, no matter how much Glitch insisted.
"What do you think of that one?" Glitch smiled expectantly at him, pointing a pale finger at a lonely cloud.
"I think..." He was about to say it just looked like any other puffy cloud when he took a second look and gaped a little at the image, "Well damn, that one looks like my hat."
"See? I told you you'd like this!" Glitch laughed and his arm shot up to point at the brilliant blue sky again, "Oh! What about--"
"You just got lucky with that one.." Cain frowned as he reached up and took Glitch's wandering hand, "I'd like to see you try that again."
"Well that one looks like an anatomically correct heart! Ooh and that one looks like a brain!"
"Uh, I think those two just look like clouds, sweetheart." Cain smirked,
"Oh." Looking oddly pleased with himself, Glitch sat up just enough to lean over Cain and give him a soft kiss, "It's okay anyway, we already found what we were missing."