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Flash
Title: Flash
Author: Merigirl
Characters/Pairing: DG, Cain,
Rating: R to be safe though it isn't that racy
Summary: DG's in a Ozian Army camp and Cain returns from a mission injured. Humour, UST. Poor Cain. I should really stop being so mean to him.
Warning: post- mini series. Four months or so after the events of the Eclipse. A poltbunny bounced in my head and then kept niggling at me. Then the plotbunny was fed by![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=87.4)
erinm_4600 The story has not been beta-d, this is straight out of my head folks so any faults are mine, shout me and I will fix them.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, I'm just playing with it.
Word Count: 1,477
‘Fairy tales are full of lies, there are no happy endings, just early mornings, blood, war, and a general lack of chocolate and caffeine. The wicked witch melted but the princess does not get her prince, knight in shining armour or Tin Man in a fedora.’ DG thought as she glared up at the roof of the tent above her. She could hear the sounds of the camp coming to life in the dawning of the first sun muttered voices, the clatter of equipment, the smell of fire, men, horses, frying bacon, gun oil and coffee. She threw herself out of the bedroll and warm comfort of her blankets.
‘Coffee.’ DG muttered slipping on her jeans and shoving her feet into a pair of Outer Zone style Doc Martens, not that anyone knew what she meant anyway. She dug a clean blue linen shirt out of her pack and picked up her battered bra with a defeated sigh, the elastic was shot and the left arm strap had given up the ghost. ‘Damn.’ DG sighed dropping the bra to the floor and threw her t-shirt after it as she pulled the blue linen shirt on and carefully buttoned up the row of tiny pearl buttons. Throwing on a large grey woollen Ozian Army jacket DG shuffled from the tent towards the fire and the alluring smell of coffee.
‘Brightest Morning Princess Dorothy.’ One of the young privates spluttered pouring coffee into a tin cup and holding it out for DG. DG narrowed her eyes but refused to comment as she took the cup and sat down on a folding stool near the fire. She watched quietly as men in grey uniforms with emerald trim, busied themselves about the camp located in the Western Forest, or was it Eastern? She could never keep that straight. It wasn’t so much war as cleaning house, rooting out Longcoats hiding in the woods, helping people, healing papay fields and apple orchards.
‘Excuse me Princess.’ A new voice barged in on DG’s introspection.
‘Yes Corporal Stephens?’
‘Colonel Cain and his group have been spotted by one of the scouts on the next ridge over. They have prisoners, and wounded. They will be here within the hour.’ Stephens replied. DG stood, mouth compressed into a grim line as she nodded to the corporal and wove through the camp to visit the medics.
Within the hour the camp was thrown into upheaval as Cain’s unit filtered in. Cain growling out orders as men scattered under his icy glare. Prisoners were sent into holding and the wounded filtered into the medics care. DG met Cain’s icy glare and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
‘Cain!’ DG exclaimed barrelling across the camp and into Cain’s arms. Cain winced in pain and DG sprung back. ‘You’re wounded!’
‘It’s nothin’.’ Cain rumbled hitching the pack over his shoulder. DG looked up into his eyes and Cain wished for his hat to hide behind. DG’s sky eyes roamed over Cain’s face, noting the three days worth of stubble on his tense jaw, grey pallor, the grim set of his mouth and flicker of something unreadable in the depths of his pale eyes. DG stepped forward and pulled back the edge of his military jacket, a dark stain spread across the side of Cain’s shirt. Blood. Dried blood, but still blood.
‘Nothing?’
‘A bullet grazed me two days ago. Nothin’ worth worrying about. Medic patched me up.’ Cain sighed.
‘That’s not nothing Cain. How many times have you been shot?’
‘Five or six.’ Cain grimaced.
‘Corporal Stephens!’ DG called out in her best impression of her mother’s imperial manner ‘Please see to Colonel Cain’s men while we go over his mission and alert me when Captain Cain arrives.’ Cain arched his scared brow, lips twitching.
‘Right away Your Highness.’ Stephens saluted before marching off to issue orders to the camp.
DG rolled her eyes and tugged on Cain’s jacket sleeve. ‘Come on let’s get you cleaned up before Jeb gets here and shouts at me for letting you get hurt.’
‘Kid...’
‘I’m the princess Colonel. I outrank you. Now march.’ DG tugged on Cain sleeve again and with a sigh he let himself be dragged off.
Cain followed DG into a large tent and dropped his pack on the ground before easing out of the stiff army jacket while DG rummaged through a wooden chest and dragging out a small medical kit.
‘Princess. It’s nothin’.’
‘Shirt off Cain. Don’t be such a baby.’ DG snapped pouring water into a shallow bowl. She closed her eyes and raised her hands above the bowl, hands glowing briefly until steam began to rise from the water. DG cracked an eye open then grinned, eyes sparkling. ‘Nailed it.’
‘What?’ Cain choked out eyes widening, fingers stilled on the buttons of the stained grey shirt he wore.
‘Pfft. The water. Mind out of the gutter Mr. Cain.’ DG muttered shaking her head as she turned to face Cain. He painfully shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor. DG bit her lip, he was hurt and she really should not be so pleased to have him half naked in her tent. He eyes swept over the dark bruising on his left shoulder and side and the stained bandage wrapped about his stomach. DG reached her hand out fingers brushing against the edge of the bandage where it was tied tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly.
‘I’m fine. I can change damn the bandage myself.’ Cain growled. DG looked up at him through her dark lashes and grazed one of the darker bruises with her finger tips. Cain sucked in a sharp breath and DG’s lips quirked into a smirk. ‘Fine.’ He muttered shifting his stance and looking off to the right. DG smile faded as she began to unwind the bandage and found that the gauze covering the wound was stuck.
‘Um.’
‘Um what?’ Cain shifted his gaze to DG’s blue eyes.
‘This is gonna hurt. The bandage is stuck. So quick and painful, or slow and um more painful?’
‘Quick.’ Cain grumbled and looked away.
DG tilted her head to the side in thought; if Cain had been looking he would have seen the wicked grin that spread across her face. DG gripped the edge of the bandage the backs of her fingertips brushing against Cain’s stomach, she felt his stomach muscles twitch beneath her hand and her grin widened blue eyes sparkling. ‘Hey Cain.’ She said with laughter in her voice and colour in her cheeks. The moment he turned his steely gaze on her DG called her magic up and used it to unbutton her blouse and open it wide. Cain’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as his gazed dropped to her bare breasts as DG ripped the bandage away.
Cain groaned and swallowed hard. ‘Prin...’ he began but the word cracked and trailed off. Cain cleared his throat to try to speak again but his eyes never rose above the pale flesh of her naked breasts and dusky pink nipples. Cain’s face was flushed cheeks and the tips of his ears red and his eyes gone dark. Cain’s hands twitched and he balled them into fists at his sides, blunt fingernails biting into his palms.
This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming, his mind screamed at him to close his eyes and turn away. His eyes didn’t listen. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t honourable or right. She was princess of the O.Z. She was DG. He decided he really wasn’t that honourable. Propriety be damned. It had been a very long time. He was a good man but he wasn’t that good. He was probably going to go to a very special hell. He tried to speak again, licking his lips mouth slightly ajar, but the thoughts now dancing in his head sent the words out of his mind. It had been a very long time.
DG carefully cleaned the wound dabbed it with healing balm. DG bit her lip as she leaned forward to wrap clean bandages around Cain’s waist and his breath hitched as her naked breasts brushed against his chest.
‘Princess Dorothy! Colonel Cain! Captain Cain is here.’ Said Stephens from the outside the tent. Cain swore under his breath as reality came crashing down.
DG looked into his eyes with a defiant grin, eyes sparkling with mischief as she flicked her wrist and the buttons of her shirt came back together. ‘I’ll be right out Corporal.’ DG called out struggling to keep the manic glee out of her voice. ‘Are you ok there Tin Man? Did I break your brain?’ DG teased as she turned to saunter out of the tent.
‘Ozma Kid.’ Cain barked out a short laugh and shook himself before his thoughts could slip back into the Sin District.
Author: Merigirl
Characters/Pairing: DG, Cain,
Rating: R to be safe though it isn't that racy
Summary: DG's in a Ozian Army camp and Cain returns from a mission injured. Humour, UST. Poor Cain. I should really stop being so mean to him.
Warning: post- mini series. Four months or so after the events of the Eclipse. A poltbunny bounced in my head and then kept niggling at me. Then the plotbunny was fed by
erinm_4600 The story has not been beta-d, this is straight out of my head folks so any faults are mine, shout me and I will fix them. Disclaimer: Don't own it, I'm just playing with it.
Word Count: 1,477
‘Fairy tales are full of lies, there are no happy endings, just early mornings, blood, war, and a general lack of chocolate and caffeine. The wicked witch melted but the princess does not get her prince, knight in shining armour or Tin Man in a fedora.’ DG thought as she glared up at the roof of the tent above her. She could hear the sounds of the camp coming to life in the dawning of the first sun muttered voices, the clatter of equipment, the smell of fire, men, horses, frying bacon, gun oil and coffee. She threw herself out of the bedroll and warm comfort of her blankets.
‘Coffee.’ DG muttered slipping on her jeans and shoving her feet into a pair of Outer Zone style Doc Martens, not that anyone knew what she meant anyway. She dug a clean blue linen shirt out of her pack and picked up her battered bra with a defeated sigh, the elastic was shot and the left arm strap had given up the ghost. ‘Damn.’ DG sighed dropping the bra to the floor and threw her t-shirt after it as she pulled the blue linen shirt on and carefully buttoned up the row of tiny pearl buttons. Throwing on a large grey woollen Ozian Army jacket DG shuffled from the tent towards the fire and the alluring smell of coffee.
‘Brightest Morning Princess Dorothy.’ One of the young privates spluttered pouring coffee into a tin cup and holding it out for DG. DG narrowed her eyes but refused to comment as she took the cup and sat down on a folding stool near the fire. She watched quietly as men in grey uniforms with emerald trim, busied themselves about the camp located in the Western Forest, or was it Eastern? She could never keep that straight. It wasn’t so much war as cleaning house, rooting out Longcoats hiding in the woods, helping people, healing papay fields and apple orchards.
‘Excuse me Princess.’ A new voice barged in on DG’s introspection.
‘Yes Corporal Stephens?’
‘Colonel Cain and his group have been spotted by one of the scouts on the next ridge over. They have prisoners, and wounded. They will be here within the hour.’ Stephens replied. DG stood, mouth compressed into a grim line as she nodded to the corporal and wove through the camp to visit the medics.
Within the hour the camp was thrown into upheaval as Cain’s unit filtered in. Cain growling out orders as men scattered under his icy glare. Prisoners were sent into holding and the wounded filtered into the medics care. DG met Cain’s icy glare and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
‘Cain!’ DG exclaimed barrelling across the camp and into Cain’s arms. Cain winced in pain and DG sprung back. ‘You’re wounded!’
‘It’s nothin’.’ Cain rumbled hitching the pack over his shoulder. DG looked up into his eyes and Cain wished for his hat to hide behind. DG’s sky eyes roamed over Cain’s face, noting the three days worth of stubble on his tense jaw, grey pallor, the grim set of his mouth and flicker of something unreadable in the depths of his pale eyes. DG stepped forward and pulled back the edge of his military jacket, a dark stain spread across the side of Cain’s shirt. Blood. Dried blood, but still blood.
‘Nothing?’
‘A bullet grazed me two days ago. Nothin’ worth worrying about. Medic patched me up.’ Cain sighed.
‘That’s not nothing Cain. How many times have you been shot?’
‘Five or six.’ Cain grimaced.
‘Corporal Stephens!’ DG called out in her best impression of her mother’s imperial manner ‘Please see to Colonel Cain’s men while we go over his mission and alert me when Captain Cain arrives.’ Cain arched his scared brow, lips twitching.
‘Right away Your Highness.’ Stephens saluted before marching off to issue orders to the camp.
DG rolled her eyes and tugged on Cain’s jacket sleeve. ‘Come on let’s get you cleaned up before Jeb gets here and shouts at me for letting you get hurt.’
‘Kid...’
‘I’m the princess Colonel. I outrank you. Now march.’ DG tugged on Cain sleeve again and with a sigh he let himself be dragged off.
Cain followed DG into a large tent and dropped his pack on the ground before easing out of the stiff army jacket while DG rummaged through a wooden chest and dragging out a small medical kit.
‘Princess. It’s nothin’.’
‘Shirt off Cain. Don’t be such a baby.’ DG snapped pouring water into a shallow bowl. She closed her eyes and raised her hands above the bowl, hands glowing briefly until steam began to rise from the water. DG cracked an eye open then grinned, eyes sparkling. ‘Nailed it.’
‘What?’ Cain choked out eyes widening, fingers stilled on the buttons of the stained grey shirt he wore.
‘Pfft. The water. Mind out of the gutter Mr. Cain.’ DG muttered shaking her head as she turned to face Cain. He painfully shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor. DG bit her lip, he was hurt and she really should not be so pleased to have him half naked in her tent. He eyes swept over the dark bruising on his left shoulder and side and the stained bandage wrapped about his stomach. DG reached her hand out fingers brushing against the edge of the bandage where it was tied tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly.
‘I’m fine. I can change damn the bandage myself.’ Cain growled. DG looked up at him through her dark lashes and grazed one of the darker bruises with her finger tips. Cain sucked in a sharp breath and DG’s lips quirked into a smirk. ‘Fine.’ He muttered shifting his stance and looking off to the right. DG smile faded as she began to unwind the bandage and found that the gauze covering the wound was stuck.
‘Um.’
‘Um what?’ Cain shifted his gaze to DG’s blue eyes.
‘This is gonna hurt. The bandage is stuck. So quick and painful, or slow and um more painful?’
‘Quick.’ Cain grumbled and looked away.
DG tilted her head to the side in thought; if Cain had been looking he would have seen the wicked grin that spread across her face. DG gripped the edge of the bandage the backs of her fingertips brushing against Cain’s stomach, she felt his stomach muscles twitch beneath her hand and her grin widened blue eyes sparkling. ‘Hey Cain.’ She said with laughter in her voice and colour in her cheeks. The moment he turned his steely gaze on her DG called her magic up and used it to unbutton her blouse and open it wide. Cain’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped as his gazed dropped to her bare breasts as DG ripped the bandage away.
Cain groaned and swallowed hard. ‘Prin...’ he began but the word cracked and trailed off. Cain cleared his throat to try to speak again but his eyes never rose above the pale flesh of her naked breasts and dusky pink nipples. Cain’s face was flushed cheeks and the tips of his ears red and his eyes gone dark. Cain’s hands twitched and he balled them into fists at his sides, blunt fingernails biting into his palms.
This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming, his mind screamed at him to close his eyes and turn away. His eyes didn’t listen. It wasn’t proper. It wasn’t honourable or right. She was princess of the O.Z. She was DG. He decided he really wasn’t that honourable. Propriety be damned. It had been a very long time. He was a good man but he wasn’t that good. He was probably going to go to a very special hell. He tried to speak again, licking his lips mouth slightly ajar, but the thoughts now dancing in his head sent the words out of his mind. It had been a very long time.
DG carefully cleaned the wound dabbed it with healing balm. DG bit her lip as she leaned forward to wrap clean bandages around Cain’s waist and his breath hitched as her naked breasts brushed against his chest.
‘Princess Dorothy! Colonel Cain! Captain Cain is here.’ Said Stephens from the outside the tent. Cain swore under his breath as reality came crashing down.
DG looked into his eyes with a defiant grin, eyes sparkling with mischief as she flicked her wrist and the buttons of her shirt came back together. ‘I’ll be right out Corporal.’ DG called out struggling to keep the manic glee out of her voice. ‘Are you ok there Tin Man? Did I break your brain?’ DG teased as she turned to saunter out of the tent.
‘Ozma Kid.’ Cain barked out a short laugh and shook himself before his thoughts could slip back into the Sin District.