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So, despite a tiny amount of effort, I couldn't come up with a theme for this round. Instead, I'm going to steal someone else's theme, sort of. Someone around here (who shall remain nameless for their own sanity's sake) said something about existing 'verses and I've considered that before, so this time I'm going with it for sure.
Drabbles this time around - MISSING SCENES! That is, missing scenes from my previously written fics. Such as "Tangible," "Perceptible," etc. - the longer ones that have time gaps may be easiest. The list can be found here:
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We'll see how well this works out. It could be a complete disaster.
Drabbles this time around - MISSING SCENES! That is, missing scenes from my previously written fics. Such as "Tangible," "Perceptible," etc. - the longer ones that have time gaps may be easiest. The list can be found here:
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We'll see how well this works out. It could be a complete disaster.
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Glancing up from the toy in his palm as he walked through the door, he started right in with his speil. "My wife bought this box at your store and it won't stop making this irritating 'boing' sound whenever - "
And that was when he saw that the proprietor was not alone in his store, but had a...friend. A friend who was currently pressed up against Mr. Ems from behind, arms wrapped around his middle and appeared to be in fact getting rather intimate with the back of Mr. Ems' neck.
Jeb flushed scarlet and looked away quickly. "I'm terribly sorry, I should have rang the bell. I know it's late, but I thought you were still open..."
Both men raised their heads and that was when Jeb dropped the fragile toy onto the neatly swept floor. "Father? What - " But it wasn't only his father that gave him such a start, nor that his father was holding another man in his arms. The face of the shop's owner was unmistakabe, his dark eyes unforgettable. "Ambrose."
"Jeb," Ambrose gave a short nod and took a step closer to the counter, letting Wyatt's arms fall gracelessly away. "We were just...well, that much is clear," he chuckled sharply. "My fault, I should have locked up at closing time. Were you here to see me or your father?"
Jeb gaped at the man, unable to comprehend his easy explanation. "They said you had died. Complications from your brain surgery."
Ambrose turned slowly to stare at Wyatt, who was pale and already trying to shake his head in denial. "Wyatt. Would you care to explain?"
"Listen, sweetheart - "
"Oh, don't 'sweetheart' me, you son of a bitch!" Ambrose cut him off sharply, spinning on his heel and leaving the Cains in his wake.
Wyatt groaned and leaned his arms on the countertop next to the cash register, letting his head sink onto his folded forearms. "I should have known."
"Dad?"
Raising his head, Wyatt looked at his son wearily. "I thought he wanted to stay hidden. The only ones who know are family - DG and her mother, Raw, probably Ahamo and Azkadellia by now. I just assumed DG would tell you."
"You should have told me yourself," Jeb folded his arms over his chest, though his voice cracked a bit. "What did you think I would say? That I would be angry? Ashamed?"
"I don't know," Wyatt answered honestly, helplessly. "You're my son and I don't know you well enough to know how you would feel about Ambrose and I."
Jeb shook his head. "And you just figured it would be easier to let me find out some other way? Because this was the best way?"
"Look, Jeb, I can't deal with the both of you at the same time," Wyatt ran a hand over his face tiredly. "Leave the box here, come back tomorrow. I'll make sure it's taken care of. The three of us can talk tomorrow."
"Sure," Jeb said softly, in that same way that Wyatt hated the first time he heard it. Picking up the fallen music box and placing it on the counter, Jeb made a quick exit.
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He found Ambrose upstairs, sitting on the edge of their bed with his legs crossed under him, shoes tossed across the room haphazardly. Ambrose's eyes were on him as he sat down on the bed, his leg touching Ambrose's bent knee. "I'm sorry," Wyatt said softly.
"For what?" Ambrose asked, his tone lacking emotion.
"I'm not ashamed of you," Wyatt felt the need to say. "I just thought you wanted people to leave you alone, that you would tell me if someone needed to know you were alive."
"He's your son, Wyatt," Ambrose hissed angrily. "I never thought I would have to tell you to include him on such a significant portion of your life. Assuming I am that."
Wyatt's hand moved without thought, cupping and massaging the back of Ambrose's neck with comfortable familiarity. "You're the most important thing in my life, you and Jeb both. I wanted to tell him but I wasn't sure..."
"You weren't sure if it would change how he looked at you," Ambrose finished for him.
"Yeah," Wyatt shrugged.
"Did it?" Ambrose turned and looked at him, suddenly uncertain.
"I don't know yet," Wyatt answered truthfully. "I told him to come back tomorrow, the three of us can talk. But you have to know, I'm not giving you up."
Ambrose snorted. "You seriously think he'd ask you to? Cripes, Wyatt, he's just glad you're alive. He might even be happy to know I'm alive, who knows? We really need to work on your communications skills, you know that?"
Wyatt laughed weakly, leaning against his partner and letting his forehead drop to rest on Ambrose's shoulder. He felt a kiss against the top of his head and he smiled. "But you still love me."
"You know I do," Ambrose's arm came around him and they both tumbled over together.
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Yeah, I just now realized I never replied to the comments on *your* drabble yet. Wow, I'm sucking this time around. *facepalm*
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DG will just have to tell him that parents are SUPPOSED to make you crazy :D
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Thanks for reading!! A. Rob Ems is kind of a dark, emotionally draining 'verse so it's always nice to know how it's being seen by others. :D
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“I've been on the road, so long.
Been tired and broke, so long
I've been to the south where the winds they were warm
Traveling the road of no return, so long...”
“Glitch, I swear by all that is holy that if you don’t stop singing I will throw you out of this car and you can walk the rest of the way,” Cain shouted from behind the wheel of the car, shooting a glare into the rear view mirror that no one saw.
In the back seat, DG was grinning at her friends’ antics while toying with one particularly rebellious whorl of stiff hair. Glitch’s head had been in her lap for the past hour of the trip, his knees bent and feet planted solidly where his backside should have been.
“I’m just trying to lighten the mood, Mr. Testy,” Glitch harrumphed and winked up at DG. “There’ll be plenty of time for your doom-and-gloom attitude when we get there. Until then, I am determined not to ruin a perfectly good road trip. I've seen what was war, so long...The ruins and the scars, so long...”
“Glitch!,” Cain bellowed. He opened his mouth, if only to keep Glitch from opening his again, but before he could continue his tirade he felt an unnatural lurch and the car came to an abrupt halt. Unable to get out a warning in time, he winced when he heard Glitch’s surprised yelp and felt the thump of a body hitting the back of his seat.
“Sorry,” Cain jerked the car’s transmission into park and twisted around to check on the others, Raw doing the same next to him in the front passenger seat. “You two all right?”
“M’fine,” Glitch’s muffled voice came from the floorboards before his head popped up into view.
“Yeah, we’re okay,” DG reached down to help Glitch back up onto the seat. “What happened?”
Cain sighed, turning back around and grimacing at the silent car. “I don’t know, it just stopped.”
DG made a strange sound and Cain looked at her in time to catch her covering up a smile. “What?”
“Oh, please tell me you don’t know how to fix cars,” DG gave up and let her grin show.
Frowning, Cain gave a helpless shrug. “Princess, I can barely drive these things, let alone know how they work. That’s what mechanics are for.”
“Oh, outstanding,” DG rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Yet another thing I can do better than you.” She opened her door and hopped out. “Let me just take a look.”
“I’m helping!” Glitch called as he crawled across the seat and followed her out.
“I doubt that,” Cain grumbled but settled for rolling down his window so they could still talk. “What do you need me to do?”
“Just give me a minute,” DG called back, popping the hood of the car up and propping it open. She leaned in, right at home amongst the valves and pistons and fluid lines. In seconds her hands were caked in grease and there was already a streak of it on her forehead.
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Glitch eyed the mechanisms with fascination, understanding it all on some level that he couldn’t quite reach. “How do you know so much about cars, Deeg?” he asked.
“Popsicle always said I had a gift for being a mechanic,” DG answered off-handedly, her hands busily checking connections and gears. She pulled something out, inspected it, then slipped it back in where she found it.
“You know, I’ve always wondered why you call him that.”
“What, Popsicle?”
“Yeah,” Glitch nodded, his own fingers tracing the length of battery cables.
DG laughed. “Because his hands were always cold, no matter the weather,” she answered then paused to consider her own words. “Now that I think about it, that could probably be part of the whole robot-thing.”
“Hmmm, maybe,” Glitch agreed, though he knew he would have to look into that later.
“HA!” DG emerged triumphant, holding up a pair of small, round part. “Two of the cap screws came loose; it threw the flywheel off-balance and cut the power from the motor.” She quickly placed them back where they belonged and stepped back, glancing around the edge of the raised hood. “Try it now.”
The car roared to life with only the smallest hesitation and DG shared a grin with Glitch. Slamming down the hood and each going to their own side to climb back in, she caught the amused, almost impressed look that Cain gave her through the mirror. “Nice work, kid.”
“I helped!”
“Nice work, Glitch.”
Glitch grinned and flung himself back to his former position. “Yet hope is in me, so long...For it's love that I see, so long...The courage and strength of the young men's smile – “
“GLITCH!”
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Disclaimer: I'm not a mechanic. All that up there is made up and probably very wrong. :)
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shooting a glare into the rear view mirror that no one saw.
No one appreciates what he endures, do they? :D
and I loved this:
she caught the amused, almost impressed look that Cain gave her through the mirror. “Nice work, kid.”
“I helped!”
“Nice work, Glitch.”
I could just hear that whole exchange.
Thank you kindly, it was awesome! ♥
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Yay! Welcome, as always! Cain just always looks so put-upon with the three of them. Like a grumpy teenage babysitter. :D
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Darling, Darlin :D
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Four months of sharing Wyatt's cabin, of late nights and long days, of creating the building blocks for an army from the ground up. Keeping it between them at first, just recently beginning to talk in vague metaphors and 'what ifs' to only the oldest, most trusted friends Wyatt had. The truth behind Glitch's former position still their secret to keep.
Wyatt shifted the bag on his arm, the strap tucked near his collar to keep it from slipping as the day's catch weighed it down. His fishing rod in the other hand bobbed cheerfully as he walked down the beaten path that led from the back of his house to the lake nestled in the valley below at the bottom of the hill.
Until he found himself behind a thick tree, unaware of even moving with such speed, as down from the hill came a company of Longcoats, easily identifiable by the black leather and metal accents, their horses just on the slow side of a gallop as they passed Wyatt by without so much as a glance. They hadn’t seen him.
Watching from his hiding place as they faded from view, Wyatt’s heart raced in his chest. They had been coming from the direction of his homestead and all he could think about what Glitch. Glitch, who had become a solid, warm constant in his life. A friend.
When the sound of unwanted visitors was gone, Wyatt shot out from behind his tree and sprinted as fast as his feet would take him to his house.
His fishing rod and catch bag fell forgotten short of the house when he saw Glitch’s body, on its side and facing away from him, on the ground, broken and bloody, terrifyingly still. Falling to his knees, Wyatt’s hands were frantic in their search for life. Until he felt the rise and fall of Glitch’s chest, the warm breath that caressed his cheek when he leaned down to listen. The steady heartbeat under his palm.
Glitch’s face was streaked with blood, his lower lip split on one corner, the bridge of his nose displaying an impressive cut and already bruising. The skin that surrounded the embedded end of the zipper, right at the top of Glitch’s forehead, had torn away just enough to bleed copiously into his hair.
Wyatt swallowed hard, eyeing the bruises on Glitch’s throat, where hands had clearly gripped too tightly. But it was the way Glitch’s right arm lay at an unnatural angle, twisted behind his back. The shoulder was hanging too low and Wyatt could see it had been pulled too hard, until it had dislocated.
“I’m so sorry,” Wyatt whispered brokenly. “Shouldn’t have left you alone.” He took a shaking breath and with one hand on Glitch’s arm, the other on his collarbone, he grimaced as he jerked the shoulder back into place.
A sharp, pained groan told of Glitch’s awareness and Wyatt leaned down close, brushing aside the growing curls. “Glitch, don’t try to move yet. Understand?”
“Ow,” Glitch answered, his eyes still closed but his mouth twisting in distress.
“I know, you’re hurt,” Wyatt informed him helplessly. “I don’t think anything’s broken but I need to check a couple of things.” He ran his hands over Glitch’s other limbs quickly, efficiently, as he had been trained to. Prodded Glitch’s abdomen carefully, receiving a mild groan of protest but not one of agony so he moved on, running his hands over Glitch’s back and neck until he was satisfied that everything else was in its proper place. “Okay, I’m going to help you sit up. We gotta get you inside so we can clean you up.”
“Sure, sounds great, can’t wait,” Glitch hissed sharply as he was slowly wrapped in Wyatt’s strong arms and lifted until he was leaning heavily against Wyatt’s chest. “Ow. I don’t suppose you could tell me what happened?”
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“I think I’m in the wrong room,” Glitch frowned as he was gently laid out on his back, squinting at the unfamiliar furniture.
“It’ll do,” Wyatt brushed him off and made quick work of getting Glitch’s shoes off.
Glitch sighed as he closed his eyes, exhausted and hurting. His right arm still tucked tightly against his chest, he instead lifted his left hand and made a swirling circular motion near his temple. “Longcoats. They didn’t recognize me, must be new recruits.”
“What did they want?” Wyatt asked, having fetched a damp cloth from the dressing table. He sat on the edge of the bed, starting to clean the dried blood from Glitch’s face.
“Looking for resisters,” Glitch’s voice held a dark tone, as if quoting what he remembered hearing. “None of them said your name, or mine, so I think they were just a sweeping unit. Shaking down the locals.”
Wyatt scowled as he wiped the cloth over the cut near Glitch’s zipper. “Why’d they do this to you if they were just asking questions?”
“They weren’t trying to kill me,” Glitch pointed out. “And I may have said something about their sense of fashion.” He gave a sharp hiss.
“Sorry,” Wyatt said softly, gentling his touch. “And you’re going to have to be more careful what you say around those guys.” He finished with a final, clean swipe across Glitch’s forehead, finally meeting the dark eyes that were now watching him with an intensity that made him shift uncomfortably. Clearing his throat, he stood. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself but I’ve got to head down the road and get the doc.”
Glitch shook his head slightly. “I’m all right, nothing broken.”
“I want him to have a look at your shoulder,” Wyatt reached down to touch the damaged joint gingerly, swollen and hot to the touch even through the two layers of shirts. “Besides, you know how his daughter gets if we don’t tell her if one of us gets the slightest of cuts; Adora’s relentless. And with those Longcoats around, I want to make sure them and that boy of hers are all right. Jeb’s a feisty kid and I can’t stand to think of him facing those monsters.”
“Of course,” Glitch nodded quickly, wincing as he jostled his aching head. “Go, make sure they’re safe. I’ll be fine.”
Wyatt hesitated then reached down to just brush his fingers over the bruises on Glitch’s throat. He hated how those marks felt personal, like they were tarnishing something that rightfully belonged to him. It was stupid and selfish but he couldn’t help it. Glitch was his friend, his constant companion in these early days of political turmoil and Wyatt wouldn’t stand for this kind of treatment.
Finally standing up again, Wyatt stepped back reluctantly. “You just rest here, don’t try wandering around, you hear me? Keep that arm still until I get back here with the doc.”
“Yes, sir,” Glitch gave a sloppy salute with his left hand and graced Wyatt with a small, lopsided smile. “Be safe.”
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Wow! Poor Glitch, the poor sweetheart! Bad Longcoats! 'draws cliff to shove them over'
I love the growing intimacy of relationship. When Cain touches Glitch's throat 'flails again!' mark him 'property of Wyatt Cain do not touch'!
Loved it!
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Thanks for the request, sweetie - I'd kind of let this one fade but knowing that you're still interested, I'll keep an eye on it and not let it die out.
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YES!!
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Glitch kept his head low to hide the smile that he just could not contain at the sight of his pathetic soon-to-be-husband. The moment they returned to their room following the reception, Cain had simply flung himself to the bed and stayed there, on his back, arms out as wide as they would reach.
"Is that your way of saying you'd like me to seduce you?" Glitch asked with his back turned, unbuttoning his formal jacket with painstaking precision.
"My son is married," Cain announced for the seventh time since they left the party. "How am I even old enough for that to be possible?"
Glitch chuckled warmly as he hung his uniform jacket neatly on one of the matching hooks next to the door, then gave a quick look to make sure the locks were in place before turning. Hands on hips, he shook his head with mock sadness. "I suppose that means the fun part of our evening is out of the question, since it's time for the old man to go to bed."
With a growl, Cain shot up and was across the short distance between them in seconds. Hand sliding around Glitch's wrist through practice more than attention, he dragged Glitch over to the bed then proceeded to drape himself across the bed in his previous position.
"Well, look who isn't such an old man now," Glitch said smugly, crawling on his knees until he was straddling Cain's hips. He leaned down to capture pouting lips, letting his mouth say what he couldn't find the words to.
"Enough, I get it," Cain grumbled with a smile. "I'm sorry I said anything about being old."
"Good," Glitch rubbed his nose against Cain's cheek, sliding down to nip at the skin below his ear. He felt hands on his chest, buttons and hooks being worked and he moaned softly against Cain's throat. "That's more like it, sunshine."
"Less talking, more naked," Cain grunted.
Glitch kissed Cain's forehead before moving down to his mouth again, keeping them joined as shirts and pants were shuffled out of the way, neither willing to lose contact for such a mundane purpose. It took longer than it should have but they enjoyed the process far more, having hands sliding and gripping, warm and inviting, as they removed each other's clothes.
Cain shifted up onto the bed further, his legs no longer dangling over the edge and he took Glitch with him. Glitch made himself at home right where he was, knees on either side of Cain's hips, mouthing the wide chest under him, erections bumping together just enough to tease.
They touched, claimed, stroked and kissed everything they could reach on one another, taking their time and simply enjoying the luxury of having that time. Glitch wound up sprawled out on top of Cain, cradled between his legs and somehow, unwittingly, they found a matching rhythm.
Slow, achingly tender, they moved together, Cain's hands on Glitch's ass and Glitch gripping Cain's shoulders for leverage. Glitch was the first to lose control, shaking and pushing hard, knees digging into the bed, he panted his gratitude against Cain's collarbone as he found release. Cain trembled under him, sliding slickly against Glitch's stomach until his own climax brought a sharp groan from somewhere deep.
Cain's hands never stopped moving, stroking Glitch's back as they lay there, sated and exhausted, emotionally and physically, warm in the aftermath and unwilling to move just yet.
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LOL! Loved it!
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There was little else he could do but simply wait it out.
Cain sat down next to where he had placed Glitch, on a bench far enough from the light flow of walking traffic to give them some privacy without drawing attention to Glitch's condition. While they had received a few odd looks at the way Cain had had to literally drag Glitch, maneuvering him onto the bench with difficulty, Cain was relieved to see that for the most part they were being ignored.
The hat covering the zipper no doubt helped.
He talked quietly, keeping the flow of words just even enough to make it look like a two-sided conversation, though Glitch himself was completely unresponsive. The doctors had called them seizures, these moments when Glitch would simply stop moving, stop talking and become trapped in his own mind. They were assured that these were normal among headcased people, though Glitch rarely displayed the same kinds of problems as the others.
So Cain waited, keeping an eye on Glitch, watching for indications that Glitch was coming back to the outside world.
Until a teenaged girl walked right by them, stopping despite the warning look Cain gave her. She swept the long, dark hair over her shoulder, frowning curiously. "Is he all right?"
"He's fine," Cain told her flatly, moving Infinitesimally closer to Glitch. "Thanks for your concern, but we're fine."
"My mother's a doctor," she insisted, taking a step closer while looking around, presumably for said parent.
Cain sighed, shaking his head slightly, glancing around to make sure they weren't drawing unwanted attention. "He's already under doctors' care. But thank you. Please, he'll come out of it when he's ready."
But it was too late and a short, red-headed woman about Cain's age had already joined the teenager. "Honey? Is everything - oh," she gasped, her hand over her mouth as she paled. She suddenly knelt in front of Glitch, touching his knee lightly.
"Ma'am, he's all right, really," Cain tried to draw her away from Glitch.
She looked at him, eyes wide. "You don't understand. I know this man. His name is Ambrose, isn't it?"
Cain hesitated, uncertain of her intentions. "How do you know him?"
The woman stood, reaching for her daughter's arm and pulling the young woman closer. "He...Ambrose, I knew him, a very long time ago. I...thought he was dead." She looked at the girl, chin trembling slightly. "This is your father, honey."
Of course, Glitch chose that moment to blink slowly, his hand darting out to grip Cain's arm. "Wyatt?"
"Damn," Cain swore, grimacing. He had no idea who to address first. Looking up at the two women, he made a show of wrapping an arm around Glitch's shoulders. "Listen, this isn't the place to have this conversation. Do you have some time?"
"Of course," the woman nodded quickly. "Ambrose?"
Glitch looked up, his face void of recognition but he gave her a pleasant smile nonetheless. "I'm sorry, have we met?"
She opened her mouth, but no words came out, disbelief coloring her cheeks.
Cain looked around quickly, then ducked his head close to Glitch's face. "Sweetheart, take off your hat for a second."
Glitch shot him a look, but his trust in Cain had him removing his hat without question, his zipper undeniable.
"Oh, Ambrose," the woman breathed, her eyes bright with tears. "I had no idea..."
Replacing the hat, Glitch let himself be guided to his feet. "I don't understand, did I miss something?"
"We're going to go get some coffee with these nice ladies, Glitch," Cain said calmly, taking Glitch's hand unselfconsciously. "We've got a lot to talk about."
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Erm. Sorry for the lack of closure. Otherwise this'll go on *forever*. :D
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Lack of closure seems to work for this piece, at least in my mind. It's not a situation that can have neat closure, so I suppose a story about it won't either. But the bit that we do get to see is so sharp and unexpected, it has it's own -stop-. I think this is a perfect drabble. Thank you.
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