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Title: On Repeat
Fandom: Tin Man. This is one of those fandoms I feel badly about, because the actual product is so much less than it could have been. Certain elements of the miniseries are very intriguing, some are quite imaginative, and I can't seem to let it go. However, I can't really recommend it to anyone either unless you're A. bored, B. an Oz fan (which I am), C. so fascinated by Callum Keith Rennie that you have to watch everything he's ever done. I do think that if it had been given a show run, instead of just a three part miniseries, it would have turned out much better. Ah, Tin Man, I lament for you and your stillborn greatness.
Genre: romance/humor
Characters/Pairing: DG/Ambrose, slightly one-sided. And hints of DG/Cain.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Post-miniseries. Ambrose is looking for any reason, any reason at all, to spend time with DG, but his excuses are getting a little thin.
A/N: This one's for Nite.

On Repeat

“There’s a curse on the kitchen,” says Ambrose, and as he says it he means it with all his heart. Never mind that it sounds a little silly, once it’s out of his mouth. Words are like butterflies, very fast ones, and once let loose they’re well nigh impossible to catch hold of again. So there, so he’s said it. So what?

DG, however, does not seem inclined to take this at face value. Her face stills, her eyes widen, and she says, “I beg your pardon?” in that damped-down, tucked-edge voice that speaks of motorized bicycles and world-weariness. A note of falseness, for Ambrose knows— at least, he’s convinced— that this princess is anything but weary of the world. She springs from her bed each morn, he is sure of it, like a Bichon Frise frisking after a grasshopper.

“A curse,” he repeats, twitching a little. “On the kitchen. Someone’s put a curse on the kitchen.”

She folds her arms. “What kind of curse, Ambrose?”

It is his responsibility to make this as dramatic as possible; so he steps closer to her, spreads his fingers and dazzles her with his jazz hands.

“The freezer,” he says, “is defrosting— and the fridge is freezing.”

DG opens her mouth a little; she’s about so say Huh, he recognizes that look, it always precedes a deliberate, slightly befuddled Huh. He hurries on.

“The fire keeps going out, the ice cream scoop is missing, the cook dropped an entire tray of custards, and I can’t get the third drawer on the left open.”

“Huh,” says DG. Ambrose winces a little. “Third drawer, huh?”

“On the left,” he clarifies, in case she missed that, and mimes it for her. Then he places his hands together almost piously and waits for verdict, eyes lowered humbly, virtuously.

“It’s a kitchen, Ambrose,” says his princess, and she’s starting to smile a little now; he can hear it in her voice, which warms noticeably. Her wide blue eyes are fond as she watches her advisor, who slumps ever so slightly as she puts his fears to rest. “I used to work in a kitchen, you know? These things happen. A whole tray of custards?”

Ambrose lifts his hands a little. “That may have been my fault. I saw a bug. I— yelped.”

“You yelped?”

“It was a very big bug,” he assures her, earnestly. “Cook agreed with me, I reacted as any red-blooded man would have.”

“I see.” DG strokes briefly at the cold marble of her throne, running her fingers along the arm. “So this curse. Is it anything like the curse on the weather last week?”

“An eight o’clock sunset is relatively rare for this time of year, my lady—”

“What about the curse on the upstairs bathroom?”

“I did not put that stopper in, and I most definitely did turn off the taps.”

“I see. And the mortal threat to the guard towers?”

“Evil spirits, my lady,” Ambrose contests. “And Cain was cheating.”

“Cain never cheats,” DG says, a bit quietly, and Ambrose looks up at her now. Ah, there’s the rub. The Bichon Frise has gone back to bed, and the aging poodle is out for her walk. Ambrose blinks; he’s not sure what he means by this thought. But something, undoubtedly, definitely something. There must be some word for the way DG quiets down when she thinks of the myriad virtues of the Captain of the Guard, and how their unspoken, unrivaled love affair is passing them by, slowly but surely. DG thinks no one notices, but he notices. Ambrose notices, and heartpangs are but one of the many glitches in his soul at this point. If it weren’t for— well, if it weren’t for Cain, how different things would be! Or might possibly be. Or maybe. Or, well, who knows?

If wishes were fishes, horses would beg.

Or something.

“Yet somehow he always ends up with the ace,” Ambrose points out, hopelessly. DG somehow recalls herself from wherever it is she’s been, and grants him a warm smile that makes him stand up straighter.

“Curses and poxes and evil spirits,” she says. “You know you don’t have to have a problem to come and see me, Ambrose. You’re one of my closest and most trusted friends, and I love to spend time with you.” She hops down off the throne, nearly landing on his feet, and hugs him briefly to her. “Don’t be a stranger. At least—” She lets him go, and laughs, looking him over. “Don’t be any stranger than you can help.” And she’s off, then, moving away to the next appointment, the next crisis. Being a princess ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, these days.

“I love spending time with you, too, DG,” says Ambrose quietly, and as he says it he means it with all his heart. Never mind that it sounds a little silly, once it’s out of his mouth. Words are like butterflies, very fast ones, and once let loose—

Wait. Wait. He’s had that thought before.

He twitches, glitches, admits it. It is nonetheless true for being silently spoken when her back is turned.

He will put his love on repeat.

She turns back, and slows her steps, and he realizes suddenly that she’s waiting on him. Waiting for him to catch up. He moves so quickly he stumbles over his feet, and rushes headfirst to her side, where she catches him with her arm through his, elbows crooked, strides haphazard but matching.

DG. I love spending time with you, too, DG.

DG, I love you, DG.



( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 5th, 2009 09:29 pm (UTC)
Glitch did seem to have quite a crush on her. At least to me. I know miniseries was supposed to be Cain/DG, if anything,but I saw a bit of a angsty love triangle. I love this fic!
Jul. 5th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
Holy cow, that was a fast read/comment! Thanks and I'm so glad you liked it!
Jul. 5th, 2009 09:47 pm (UTC)
I was shipping Glitch/DG the whole time I watched Tin Man. I saw Cain and DG as having more of a father/daughter relationship.

I love this fic! Good job!
Jul. 6th, 2009 02:26 pm (UTC)
I was hovering between shipping Glitch/DG, Cain/Dg, and Zero/Everybody... but I like the Glitch/DG ship because I always preferred Scarecrow/Dorothy in the original. Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading.
Jul. 5th, 2009 10:14 pm (UTC)

Jul. 6th, 2009 02:27 pm (UTC)
*grins* Thanks for reading!
Jul. 6th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
I liked it.
Jul. 6th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
I'm glad. Thank you for reading!
Jul. 6th, 2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
You are welcome.
Jul. 6th, 2009 06:13 am (UTC)
I think this may be the first time that DG and Glitch really reminded me of Dorothy and Scarecrow -- thanks for it!
Jul. 6th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
Well, that's an unlooked-for side effect, but an appreciated one. I always did love Dorothy and the Scarecrow, which I think is why I'm partial to DG and Glitch... glad you liked it, and thank you for reading!
Jul. 7th, 2009 06:29 am (UTC)
Thanks for writing! Scarecrow was my favorite of the original characters, after Dorothy -- and Dorothy only came in first because I had a crush on her. :-)
Jul. 6th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, break my heart why don'tcha D:

Ahem. I ship absolutely everything EXCEPT DG/Cain so I knew it was my inner masochist making me click, but it was well worth it. Your Ambrose-voice is marvelous with that perfect blend of wistful and whimsical, and I love the mental image of Bichon Frise!DG. Thank you for sharing, I hope we'll see you again!
Jul. 6th, 2009 02:31 pm (UTC)
Ah, Bichon Frise!DG. I was giggling the whole time I double-checked the spelling. I have no idea why I ended up with that particular breed... heh, anyway, pushing myself back on topic. Thank you so much for reading! And you may well see me again.
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