Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, but I wish I did (just like the rest of the population).

AN: This came to me randomly. As for the ages, I made them up. Why? Because, I like being nice, and I'm sure a lot more people would come to the "right" side if they weren't so creeped out by the DG/Cain age difference. As for the shotgun wedding... Come on, Cain can't be that perfect. Besides, in regards to him, it's kind of funny.

P.S. This is my first fan-fic ever so please be nice.

Enjoy!!

Jeb was yelling at his men. Again. DG found that it was all he ever seemed to do. A rather looming, though admittedly warm, presence was suddenly standing next to her.

"You know, he's rather good at that." Cain just looked at DG with slight confusion.

"Giving orders." As she looked up she couldn't help but add a sarcastic "I wonder where he gets it from?" in response to Cain's smirking mouth.

"Well I couldn't tell ya, kiddo. I know I didn't learn how to bark like that at 16." A true smile crossed his face as DG gained a look of surprise.

"You mean to tell me he was leading men to war at 15!"

"Well, some people can be leaders no matter their age. They just need to make others follow them." Cain replied as he gave the young female a pointed stair.

"If he's that young, how old are you?" Cain couldn't help but be slightly offended by the tone of her voice. He wasn't that old looking was he?

"I'm 35, though apparently I look older based on the way you just posed that question." DG was being given the basic "pissy Cain" stair. Hard eyes, pursed lips, and arms folded over his chest, and yet DG didn't have the frame of mind to contemplate the look.

"You mean to tell me you're only 12 years older than me?" A small thundercloud seemed to appear over Cain's head.

"Why does it even matter?"

"Well…" DG suddenly gained the faintest of tints to her cheek. Cain's eyebrow simply raised a few centimeters.

"Never mind. But no, you don't look old. You act it though." In a huff, Cain began to make his exit.

"Wait a second, that means your only 19 years older than your son…but I thought most Tin Men didn't get married till they were done with training?"

Cain stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning around he asked one simple question: "Who told you that?" The tone of his voice had DG feeling like a small child, getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. On the other hand, Cain's mind was racing. DG was smart. If he didn't tell her, she'd figure it out. Either way he could never live it down, some amount of credibility would be lost when moral decisions were being argued.

"Officer Brown. We had been talking and I had asked what age most men join, how long it takes that sort of thing and I had asked if ever got married, and after he said no I had asked him why and he said that it was because his girl decided to marry anther man who wouldn't have to wait till he was 24 and done with training, and it sort of went from there." This had all been said in a rather quick way. It didn't help that Cain was slowly walking towards her with a look of fascinated horror on his face.

"Yes, I am 19 years older than Jeb. Yes, I was married to Adora when he was born. And, yes, most men are smart enough to wait till out of training to think of getting married." The strained whisper Cain was speaking with made DG's eyes go bug like, and made her take a rather large gulp. Very carefully she posed the next question.

"So then, ah, why did you, Mr. Sensible, get married so young?"

"Even the Other Side can't be so backwards as to not have heard of a shotgun wedding."

And with that Cain spun on his heel and left a fish-like DG behind.