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because everyone encouraged me- a sequel. i wanted to do something fromCain Wyatt's pov, but I had a lot of trouble with it, because his name is Wyatt, but everyone calls him Cain, which is also a first name. it got really frustrating. anyway, fic. this one is longer than the first, because i had more to say.
Tin Man fic: prequel/sequel to 'Remembrance and Knowing'
Rating: PG-13, for slashy smooches, but still very tame.
Summary: Wyatt Cain is honest with himself.
Wyatt Cain was a loyal man. He had a very specific type of loyalty about him, with a very specific order: he was loyal first to himself, and the people he loved. (That was kind of selfish, but Wyatt Cain was also an honest man, and wasn't the type to lie to himself.) Secondly, he was loyal to the OZ, to maintaining peace and safety as best he could, and to the people who helped make that happen, whoever they might be. (Part of being honest is admitting when you can't do something by yourself.) And, if he did say so himself, he was a fairly level-headed, well-adjusted guy too. He could look at things straight-on no matter how bad they got, and accept that these were the facts of life, and move on from that.
All of this meant that, when he first felt a stir of warmth in his chest at the sight of a now-familiar quirky smile, when he'd thought his heart was long since dead and gone, Wyatt Cain pretty much knew what was going on. It made things difficult for him in a lot of ways- more dangerous, on the way to breaking DG and Raw out of the sorceress's tower; confusing, when Adora and Jeb might or might not be alive; painful, when he'd hardened his heart so fiercely after being rescued from the box. But Wyatt Cain was honest and loyal, and so he nodded to himself and acknowledged that he was probably starting to fall a little bit in love with crazy, amnesic, probably-a-convict zipperhead Glitch. If the headcase weren't so... absent-minded, he'd probably have said something about it, but at that point Glitch still sometimes forgot who Wyatt was. Although maybe the affectionate kiss beside his ear had stuck with him.
Then it turned out that Jeb was alive, Adora was dead, DG and Az could destroy the witch and pretty well save the OZ, and Glitch wasn't a convict but Ambrose, adviser to the queen, who had given up all he had for the sake of the OZ and didn't even remember it. And then it turned out that maybe that could be fixed too.
It was the 'maybe' that worried him. Because, by the time that everything had been sorted out, the Tin Men were back on the streets, the princesses (including a much-bejeweled and disgusted DG) were reunited with their parents, and Raw had taken the little viewer back to their own people, Wyatt had acknowledged that he was more than a little bit head-over-heels in love with Glitch. And the whole idea of 'maybe' putting his brain back in kind of worried him, enough that he was seriously considering just asking if Glitch really wanted to go through with it after all.
"Oh, hi," a certain voice said, with that cheerful surprised breathlessness that Wyatt had found himself unconsciously smiling at. He turned from the balcony railing, where he'd been considering everything over a nice view of the city below, and let the little smile grow on lips.
"G'mornin', sweetheart," he nodded, and tipped his head to invite Glitch to stand with him at the railing.
"I think I was looking for you," Glitch said with a smile. "Anyway, I've found you. What are you doing?"
"Been thinking about you," he admitted. Glitch looked down shyly and fiddled with the shiny buttons of his new coat. "I'm worried about this whole idea to put your brain back in your head. I know it seems kinda silly, but I meant to ask- you sure you want to do this?"
The pale-skinned zipperhead looked up at him, startled. "I- yes. Well, I'm not really me without my brain. Am I?" He looked nervously at Wyatt.
"I like you fine just as you are, sweetheart," was the soft response. He sighed. "Although, I suppose you might want to have all your memories back."
"Oh, yes," Glitch agreed. "I have an excellent memory. I did, anyway. At least, I think I did." He looked confused, but Wyatt nodded. For a while they were silent, Wyatt watching Glitch fiddle. "You know, I never really thought about not getting my brain back," Glitch commented absently. "The mind is a pretty delicate thing; what if something goes wrong? I mean, no one's ever tried it before. It seems like a pretty complicated procedure."
Glitch fell quiet again, and Wyatt put a comforting arm around his shoulders and tugged him into a sort of sideways hug. They leaned into each other. "What do you think?" The zipperhead murmured.
"Guess I'm just worried about you," Wyatt admitted. "I don't know the first thing about any of all this; I just want you to come out of it alright."
Glitch smiled at him. "Come on, sweetie," he said, and pecked Wyatt on the cheek. "Let's go to the library. I seem to recall there being books there. Maybe we can do some research. Maybe we can do some research. Maybe we can-" Wyatt laid two fingers over his mouth and stopped him. He shrugged his shoulders bashfully. "Was I glitching again?"
"Sure were. Lead the way." Glitch looked at him for a bit. "Library."
"Oh, right!"
~
They went to the library, but Wyatt didn't read much. Glitch flitted around like he knew the place, pulling one book after another from the little-used shelves, babbling incessantly. Wyatt just followed him, watching every move he made, letting the sound of his voice wash over him. He was scared, he knew, and rightfully- what Glitch was reading out about brain surgery wasn't very comforting.
Glitch seemed happy to be reading the books; more often than not, he would remember having read a book once he was a few sentences in, and could recite portions of it to Wyatt, who listened with more attention to the tenor of the headcase's voice than the words he was saying. He was beginning to think that Glitch had been right when he'd said he'd had a good memory- the former adviser seemed to have read near every book in the Royal Library, and could recite them verbatim for Wyatt, along with when he had read them, what else had been going on that day...
Wyatt wondered (with no small amount of trepidation, he acknowledged) what Glitch would be like if- when- he had his brain back in place. He'd admit the thought was plaguing him- would this Ambrose even like him? Every glimpse they'd had of Ambrose the adviser made him seem like a completely different person than Glitch the zipperhead. Glitch was open, optimistic, cheerful- and loving, Wyatt added, catching the soft smile and bright brown eyes across the table. Ambrose had seemed... stuffy, emotionless, snappy- almost impatient, which was the opposite of Glitch in so many ways.
How could you put that kind of difference back into one person again?
~
The answer, apparently, was that you couldn't. Ten days, and Glitch hadn't woken up even once. A few times he'd seemed to be surfacing, but then he would jerk and fall right back asleep. Raw had tried to get inside him and View what was happening, but that had just made Glitch shudder even more, as though in pain, and Wyatt had practically pulled Raw's arm off in his efforts to get the Viewer's hands away from Glitch.
Raw's news wasn't good. Glitch didn't have any memories. Not just that they were disconnected, jumbled, or hidden, as they'd been before- they were gone.
>>>>>>>
not finished yet!!!! ....i need to go back and watch the show again. and write my ambrose drabble.
EDIT: now we're writing a good omens/ supernatural xover. XP shoot me now.
because everyone encouraged me- a sequel. i wanted to do something from
Tin Man fic: prequel/sequel to 'Remembrance and Knowing'
Rating: PG-13, for slashy smooches, but still very tame.
Summary: Wyatt Cain is honest with himself.
Wyatt Cain was a loyal man. He had a very specific type of loyalty about him, with a very specific order: he was loyal first to himself, and the people he loved. (That was kind of selfish, but Wyatt Cain was also an honest man, and wasn't the type to lie to himself.) Secondly, he was loyal to the OZ, to maintaining peace and safety as best he could, and to the people who helped make that happen, whoever they might be. (Part of being honest is admitting when you can't do something by yourself.) And, if he did say so himself, he was a fairly level-headed, well-adjusted guy too. He could look at things straight-on no matter how bad they got, and accept that these were the facts of life, and move on from that.
All of this meant that, when he first felt a stir of warmth in his chest at the sight of a now-familiar quirky smile, when he'd thought his heart was long since dead and gone, Wyatt Cain pretty much knew what was going on. It made things difficult for him in a lot of ways- more dangerous, on the way to breaking DG and Raw out of the sorceress's tower; confusing, when Adora and Jeb might or might not be alive; painful, when he'd hardened his heart so fiercely after being rescued from the box. But Wyatt Cain was honest and loyal, and so he nodded to himself and acknowledged that he was probably starting to fall a little bit in love with crazy, amnesic, probably-a-convict zipperhead Glitch. If the headcase weren't so... absent-minded, he'd probably have said something about it, but at that point Glitch still sometimes forgot who Wyatt was. Although maybe the affectionate kiss beside his ear had stuck with him.
Then it turned out that Jeb was alive, Adora was dead, DG and Az could destroy the witch and pretty well save the OZ, and Glitch wasn't a convict but Ambrose, adviser to the queen, who had given up all he had for the sake of the OZ and didn't even remember it. And then it turned out that maybe that could be fixed too.
It was the 'maybe' that worried him. Because, by the time that everything had been sorted out, the Tin Men were back on the streets, the princesses (including a much-bejeweled and disgusted DG) were reunited with their parents, and Raw had taken the little viewer back to their own people, Wyatt had acknowledged that he was more than a little bit head-over-heels in love with Glitch. And the whole idea of 'maybe' putting his brain back in kind of worried him, enough that he was seriously considering just asking if Glitch really wanted to go through with it after all.
"Oh, hi," a certain voice said, with that cheerful surprised breathlessness that Wyatt had found himself unconsciously smiling at. He turned from the balcony railing, where he'd been considering everything over a nice view of the city below, and let the little smile grow on lips.
"G'mornin', sweetheart," he nodded, and tipped his head to invite Glitch to stand with him at the railing.
"I think I was looking for you," Glitch said with a smile. "Anyway, I've found you. What are you doing?"
"Been thinking about you," he admitted. Glitch looked down shyly and fiddled with the shiny buttons of his new coat. "I'm worried about this whole idea to put your brain back in your head. I know it seems kinda silly, but I meant to ask- you sure you want to do this?"
The pale-skinned zipperhead looked up at him, startled. "I- yes. Well, I'm not really me without my brain. Am I?" He looked nervously at Wyatt.
"I like you fine just as you are, sweetheart," was the soft response. He sighed. "Although, I suppose you might want to have all your memories back."
"Oh, yes," Glitch agreed. "I have an excellent memory. I did, anyway. At least, I think I did." He looked confused, but Wyatt nodded. For a while they were silent, Wyatt watching Glitch fiddle. "You know, I never really thought about not getting my brain back," Glitch commented absently. "The mind is a pretty delicate thing; what if something goes wrong? I mean, no one's ever tried it before. It seems like a pretty complicated procedure."
Glitch fell quiet again, and Wyatt put a comforting arm around his shoulders and tugged him into a sort of sideways hug. They leaned into each other. "What do you think?" The zipperhead murmured.
"Guess I'm just worried about you," Wyatt admitted. "I don't know the first thing about any of all this; I just want you to come out of it alright."
Glitch smiled at him. "Come on, sweetie," he said, and pecked Wyatt on the cheek. "Let's go to the library. I seem to recall there being books there. Maybe we can do some research. Maybe we can do some research. Maybe we can-" Wyatt laid two fingers over his mouth and stopped him. He shrugged his shoulders bashfully. "Was I glitching again?"
"Sure were. Lead the way." Glitch looked at him for a bit. "Library."
"Oh, right!"
~
They went to the library, but Wyatt didn't read much. Glitch flitted around like he knew the place, pulling one book after another from the little-used shelves, babbling incessantly. Wyatt just followed him, watching every move he made, letting the sound of his voice wash over him. He was scared, he knew, and rightfully- what Glitch was reading out about brain surgery wasn't very comforting.
Glitch seemed happy to be reading the books; more often than not, he would remember having read a book once he was a few sentences in, and could recite portions of it to Wyatt, who listened with more attention to the tenor of the headcase's voice than the words he was saying. He was beginning to think that Glitch had been right when he'd said he'd had a good memory- the former adviser seemed to have read near every book in the Royal Library, and could recite them verbatim for Wyatt, along with when he had read them, what else had been going on that day...
Wyatt wondered (with no small amount of trepidation, he acknowledged) what Glitch would be like if- when- he had his brain back in place. He'd admit the thought was plaguing him- would this Ambrose even like him? Every glimpse they'd had of Ambrose the adviser made him seem like a completely different person than Glitch the zipperhead. Glitch was open, optimistic, cheerful- and loving, Wyatt added, catching the soft smile and bright brown eyes across the table. Ambrose had seemed... stuffy, emotionless, snappy- almost impatient, which was the opposite of Glitch in so many ways.
How could you put that kind of difference back into one person again?
~
The answer, apparently, was that you couldn't. Ten days, and Glitch hadn't woken up even once. A few times he'd seemed to be surfacing, but then he would jerk and fall right back asleep. Raw had tried to get inside him and View what was happening, but that had just made Glitch shudder even more, as though in pain, and Wyatt had practically pulled Raw's arm off in his efforts to get the Viewer's hands away from Glitch.
Raw's news wasn't good. Glitch didn't have any memories. Not just that they were disconnected, jumbled, or hidden, as they'd been before- they were gone.
>>>>>>>
not finished yet!!!! ....i need to go back and watch the show again. and write my ambrose drabble.
EDIT: now we're writing a good omens/ supernatural xover. XP shoot me now.
