Tin Man Drabble requests 11.0

[surranndie]

Let's get this party started! Also, help me get back to the best part of our lovely fandom - Glitch and Cain. I love other pairings like crazy (duh...), so if anyone has a burning desire for other (slash) pairings, I'll definitely fill those requests.

But - really. Glitch/Cain. *sage nod*

Comments

[eleanor-ariail.livejournal.com]

Can I have Ambrose/Glitch (the pairing, not the person) dealing with Glitch's first broken bone?

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

The armload of papers Ambrose had been carrying nearly found a new life as carpet for the Palace entry hall when he spotted his other half being led in the front door by Cain.

Ambrose most certainly did not like the way Glitch was hunched over, cradling his left arm while Wyatt, somehow managing to look both soothing and frantic at the same time, guided Glitch around the corner toward the staff doctor's small, cozy clinic.

"What did you DO to him?" Ambrose bellowed, just barely rescuing his work from its fate and setting the stack of paper down on a convenient table before hurrying to catch up to the other two.

"Just a little accident on the motorcycle," Cain answered.

"Motorcycle?!" Ambrose questioned sharply, jaw twitching. "What in all the realms were the two of you doing with a motorcycle?"

"Modifications," Glitch replied shortly, not raising his head.

Ambrose silently fumed, keeping his lecture about safety and responsibility to himself for the time being. There were times he felt like he was dealing with a pair of teenagers with those two.

Upon entering the doctor's domain, the stout, pleasant woman, who preferred to be simply called Amelia, stood and clucked her tongue. "Master Glitch, you can't seem to get enough of my company. What have you done to yourself this time?" She gestured the group over to an empty bed, patting the top. "Have a seat, dear."

Glitch grimaced as he hopped up on the tall bed with the help of a great number of hands. He twisted around and pulled his legs up, letting the doctor and Ambrose support him as he leaned back to rest against the raised pillows. "Ow."

Amelia gave his shoulder a brisk rub as she snagged a rolling table with her foot, dragging it over. She adjusted it quickly to bed height, covering it with a soft, thick towel. "Let's just have a look, then." Carefully taking Glitch's swollen, bruised arm in her trained hands, she began her examination.

Unsure what to do with himself, Ambrose exchanged a look with Cain that screamed this discussion isn't over, then pulled a chair up to the opposite side of bed. He automatically took Glitch's right hand in his own, thumb massaging the cold palm. "Can you give him something for the pain?"

"Of course," Amelia gave him an easy smile, her fingers gentle on Glitch's arm. "I just needed to check the amount of damage to his arm first. It looks like a simple break." She turned to Cain. "Can you go to the kitchen and bring back a small towel full of ice? The swelling has to come down before I can get this into a proper cast."

"Sure," Cain nodded quickly, making a quick escape.

"Now, let's just get you comfortable, then I'll get to work on setting the bones and putting on a temporary splint, just until the swelling is under control." Amelia tracked down a vial and syringe with practiced ease, administering the injection near Glitch's elbow efficiently. "There we are, that'll just take a few minutes to start working. Now, are you hurt anywhere else or did you arm take the brunt of your little adventure?"

Glitch gave her a sheepish grin, though his face remained pale and tight with pain. "Just some bruises, I'm sure. I never knew a broken bone could hurt so much."

"You've never broken anything before?" Amelia looked surprised, running her fingers down Glitch's arm while testing the progress of the painkiller.

It was Ambrose who answered. "No, we haven't."

"Huh," she smiled. "Well, then, congratulations on your first plaster cast experience. Ambrose, I expect you to keep Glitch here out of trouble while his arm is healing. Don't let him stick anything sharp under the cast, no matter how much he whines about it itching."

Ambrose's eyes went wide and he looked down at Glitch, his grip tightening slightly. "I'm more worried about him giving me a concussion with it in the middle of the night. He's a bit of a flailer."

Patting Ambrose's arm in sympathy, Amelia chuckled.

"Excuse me! I'm right here!"

"You just rest, dear," Amelia gave Ambrose a knowing wink. "Mr. Cain will be back with your ice any moment. Then you can watch Master Ambrose here give him what promises to be a very entertaining talk about the proper care of one's other half."

[eleanor-ariail.livejournal.com]

Aw, I love it! I love all the hands helping Glitch up on the table... He's got a lot of love. And Amelia! I want her to be my doctor.

"No, we haven't." I love this line, how it emphasizes how they're the same, but now they've got these different experiences, and just eep. It's just all the things I love about Glitch/Ambrose in one teensy little line.

And middle of the night concussions! Which wouldn't be fun on their own, of course, but it makes me think of them being all cuddly in bed together, and obviously letting it be public knowledge that they cuddle in bed together

"the proper care of one's other half." made me lol hard. Such a great use of the double meaning!

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm so glad you liked it! The hardest part of drabbling is having to keep it short. But I'm thrilled that you liked it and that you enjoyed my silly little OC. :D

Thank you so much!!

[amedia.livejournal.com]

I love how matter-of-fact Amelia is about the whole situation. She walks that delicate OC balance - she sheds light on our boys without distracting us from them. Well done!

And I love how the whole three-way relationship - whatever it is - is something that works, somehow, albeit with a bit of realistic friction here and there.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

This one was a hard one to balance - it was supposed to be Ambrose/Glitch but Cain always has to butt his fat head into their lives! :D So, it's good to know that it worked despite that!! I'm so glad you mentioned how the OC is used - that's exactly how I try to use them, as ways to further the story without the characters themselves having to state obvious things that make no sense for the scene. That's what OCs are for - exposition!

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

This drabble brings up a question of utmost importance:

Were they trying to get the motorcycle to fly? ;)

Also - Amelia is an awesome OC.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

*rofl all over the place* That is a GREAT question. *pictures this scenario* Yes, they were. *sage nod*

Yay for OCs that work!! \o/