lionille (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lionille) wrote,@ 2008-02-20 12:52:00 |
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3 Tin Man drabbles
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
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demilos_wagon
Titles: Matter of Honor, Aftermath, The Dilemma
Characters: Ambrose/Cain
Word Count: 100 each
Prompt: Time
It was 11:03 when Ambrose went mad.
Not permanently mad.
But mad enough long enough that the OZ would be talking about it for annuals, about the fight that broke out over repeated insults to the Queen’s honor.
Cain finally had to wrap his arms around the Advisor’s middle and pick him up and carry him out of the conference, still kicking.
“Scoundrels!” Ambrose gasped, in the empty sanctity of the hall.
“Easy, tiger,” Cain soothed. He poured Ambrose onto a bench beside a potted palm, watched him seethe and tremble. “I think it’s time to let cooler heads prevail.”
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Ambrose leaned back against the headboard, not resisting as DG laid a lavender-scented cloth over his forehead.
“I don’t know what came over me…” he mumbled, eyes closing. The fury of earlier had drained away, leaving him exhausted and disoriented.
“Don’t worry,” she soothed. “You were standing up for me. If you hadn’t decked those two, I would have. Although probably not nearly as elegantly.”
Cain snorted with amusement. “You do get points for style, Sweetheart.”
“This isn’t funny!” Ambrose groaned. “I’ll resign immediately, Your Majesty.”
“Ambrose, for the last time - the name is still DG. Now get some rest.”
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Ambrose hadn’t drifted more than two feet from Cain since they’d begun their slow walk across the grounds. It had been four days since “The Incident”, and Ambrose had barely said a word since.
“Maybe it’s time for me to retire,” Ambrose suddenly suggested, staring at their feet.
“You’re a little young for retirement, beautiful.”
“Nevertheless. Maybe I’m becoming unstable.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. The O.Z. needs you. DG needs you. And I need you happy. All of which means you doing your job, brilliantly, as you do.”
A tiny smile finally touched Ambrose’s lips.
Cain leaned in to kiss it.
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