A/N: ta-da! Sequel to my Cain/Glitch fic! Woot! Enjoy
Wyatt Cain counted himself pretty lucky. He had plenty of reasons to.
For starters, there was his lover, advisor to the Queen of the O.Z. Formerly Ambrose, then Glitch the head case, then back to Ambrose, though he preferred Glitch. The other half of his brain, which had been removed, had been successfully reattached. And the minds of Glitch and Ambrose had melded together, resulting in a person with Ambrose's smarts and capabilities, and Glitch's exuberance and fun and child like spirit.
Added to that, much to Cain and Glitch's relief, both their nightmares had decreased. Cain had often had some about being locked in the tin box for years, and Glitch had some about his brain being removed, and when it had come back, at times his memory kicked into over drive, reminding him of times he'd been lost, wandering, tormented. But they were good now.
Not only that, his eldest son, he and his late wife Adora's son Jeb was now head of the Tin Man, the cops of the O.Z. He had hesitated in appointing him, until the other Tin Men had told him if he didn't appoint Jeb just because he was his son and he was worried about showing favoritism, they would resign. Jeb was clearly the best, and now married and expecting a kid of his own.
Then, of course, by some strange miraculous twist of events, he and Glitch had a son. He fondly remembered Glitch wearing one of his shirts buttoned up over an enormous belly.
Now, Wesley was sixteen, with all that entails. In looks, he took more after Glitch, in that he was tall, thin, and prone to paleness. Although, his curls were softer than Glitch's and shot through with blonde that was all Cain, as well as the baby blue eyes.
Wes was also brainy like Glitch, and overly curious at times. Wyatt recalled when Wes was about 10; he'd asked that dreaded question.
"Dad, where do babies come from?"
Cain had choked on his oatmeal, and Glitch had flushed the brightest shade of red he'd ever been. "You want to field this one?" Cain has asked. "Me? Why me?" Glitch had squeaked. "You're the scientific one, I'm just a Tin Man." Eventually, both of them had sat him down and explained it all.
"But what about me then?" Wes asked. "Well, it's not that common, but it's been known to happen with two boys son," Cain answered. "Oh. Ok then," and he'd wandered off, presumably in search of his best friend, the princess Wren, DG and Blake's daughter. Now he was grown, mostly.
Yea, Wyatt counted himself lucky.
Except for the damned heat.
Summer was nearly in full swing in the O.Z., making tempers flare more than the heat. Even as he lay in his bed just then, the window open, Glitch's mechanized version of a fan that he had created blowing air over them, he had Glitch fairly fused to his side.
Not that he didn't enjoy having Glitch close to him, but it was going to hurt when they tried to move apart. Plus, he could feel a headache forming from the humidity.
Wyatt wiped a hand across his sweat-slicked brow, not willing to move one bit.
"Wyatt?" Glitch was stirring, waking slowly. "Good morning sweetheart," Cain sat up, wincing as he and Glitch separated. He looked unhappily out the window, at how it wasn't even light out and it was still so hot.
"It's far too hot," Glitch sighed. His curls were matted, and his face was flushed. "I know. It's just…miserable." "Did Wes get off to school?" Glitch asked. "Yeah, I think so," Cain mumbled.
Wes and Wren went to the best school in the O.Z. Wren's parents wanted her to have a somewhat normal life, despite being crown princess.
Cain groaned, lying back on the damp pillow. "What's the matter cowboy?" Glitch looked down at him. "My head hurts from this heat, I'm hot, I'm sweaty, and just plain exhausted." Glitch murmured sympathetically, scooping the pillow Cain was lying on and cradling Cain's head on his lap.
The tension eased from Wyatt's head as Glitch's long slender fingers rubbed his temples and the back of his skull. "Better?" Glitch asked, noting how Wyatt was practically purring with pleasure as he relaxed.
"Maybe. But I can think of something that would do better," Wyatt grinned. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. A bath would do better, if I had the proper company." "Well, what would be the proper company Wyatt?" "You and a dish of the strawberries and apples I know you're hiding in the cold cabinet," Wyatt answered, referring to the cabinet in their room that Glitch had invented, which kept things cold but had to be recharged every three days with the fuel Glitch had also created.
"Uh-huh. Well, I might be inclined to join you Tin Man," Glitch got up suddenly, dropping Cain's head back on the bed. "Fair enough. Convict." "Hard ass." "Zipper head," Cain shot back, running his finger along the part in Glitch's curls in the middle of his head, where the zipper had once been. A slight scar was still visible there, and it was a sensitive spot for his head case.
Which is what allowed him to scoop up Glitch in his arms. He was well aware of the fact that Glitch hated being carried, but it was just too amusing to watch him struggle. However, it was too hot for him to make much of a fuss, and he resigned himself to settling into Wyatt's arms and tracing his finger up his strong tan bicep as he was carried into the bathroom.
A/N: well, I know it's sorta short. But, it's just a beginning. I'll update soon enough, hopefully. Maybe you could review and let me know what you think of it so far?