Tin Man drabble requests 2.0

[surranndie]

I'm bored and restless. In the beginning stages of another epic Cain/Glitch story but far too fussy to focus on that alone.

Bring on the requests! Same limits apply as last time: Cain/Glitch or Ambrose/Cain; please no deathfic (at least not perma-death), bloodplay, etc. I'm pretty vanilla in my abilities! Make requests in the comments and I'll do my best to give you something for your time.

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The lights that surrounded the entryway to the Twister Club had long since been shut down as Cain drove by for the fifth time that evening. It was his job as Captain to assign patrols in Central City, but seemed to end up doing his own rounds every night. His office was always so empty, so stifling at the same time.

One of his Tin Men had brought him a crumpled Wanted poster he'd found, joking about how his boss was a wanted man. Cain had given him a half-hearted snort but kept the flyer after the man had gone home. It brought back a strong set of memories he tried to keep deeply buried; if he let himself think about the journey he and the others had been on, it would lead to other, more personal thoughts best left alone.

The picture of Ambrose stared back at him, regal and stiff. 'That's a terrible picture of me,' Glitch had huffed while behind him, Cain and Raw had agreed. The man in the photograph looked nothing like the Glitch they had grown to admire and love. Glitch was beautiful, bright and full of life. Ambrose was for all intents and purposes royalty, if not by blood then by brilliance; he retained an air of dignity that kept him thoroughly in check.

Cain swallowed thickly as he stared at the faded picture on the poster. 'Glitch' was gone, replaced by the man in this picture. Ambrose, in all his genius and authority had simply been the stronger personality when the two halves of the brain were reconnected. Cain had never expected such a dramatic change to occur so quickly; Glitch had vanished literally overnight and Cain had found no difficulty in calling him Ambrose, as that was who he had become.

The poster joined Cain on his patrol that night. He folded it carefully and placed it in his inner jacket pocket to keep it safe from the slow drizzling rain that had been falling all day.

No doubt Ambrose was back in the palace, flirting and dancing with all of the beautiful women to songs about true love and happy children. Wyatt was grateful for one thing in all of this; he had a job that kept him out of that painful scene. He wouldn't have to watch from the side while Ambrose, in Glitch's lithe body, smiled at everyone but Cain.

As the first grey streaks of light came across the sky behind the clouds, Cain stepped out of his car. He left his hat on the seat, as it would have kept the rain from covering up his pain.

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

Wow I didn't expect this so quickly, or so marvelous! You really captured the feeling of the song. Excellent, excellent job.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you liked it! The song really did have a Cain voice to it.