Title: Untitled
Rating: pg13
Fandom: Tin Man
Disclaimer: All characters, settings and recognizable themes belongs to Steven Long Mitchell, Craig W. Van Sickle, Sci-Fi and others. I am in no way earning money or other profit from this fanfic.
Char/Pair: Zero/Cain implied
Prompt: None
Spoilers: None specifically.
Warnings: implied slash
W/C: 213
A/N: I think there's a serious backstory between Zero and Cain, and this fic doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of it.
There's no measuring time, not anymore. Too many sunrises and they inevitably all look the same, too many seasons change to feel the cold of winter, warming of summer. He finds himself not caring.
Not much to look at, when you're trapped inside a tin suit, inside your past, but sometimes he gets a reprieve from his memories. Deer exit the forest, the other tiny little animals of the wood, dig through the underbrush foraging for food, and of course there are the birds, soaring free. He finds himself hating them.
Sometimes, when he closes his eyes and manages to blot out the horrors, the loop of what was essentially his own life ending, he sees the two of them. Young and stupid and, yeah maybe, in love.
Forbidden as it was. He was supposed to be a Tin Man, like his daddy, and the police don't cavort with riffraff, they don't become friends and tell their secrets and they definitely don't lay wrapped up in each other, sharing kisses and lazy touches.
They don't apologize when life finally catches up with them and they're forced to separate, when one finds the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on and marries. They don't apologize when they murder.
He finds himself wanting revenge.