One-line fics and snippets pre, during and post series. Written as way of familiarising myself with these wonderful characters. Note: Cain/DG within.
Evil wore her sister's face but her sister wasn't evil. DG knew, in her heart of hearts, that Azkadellia was still searching for the light.
She was almost young enough to be his daughter, just an annual or two older than his son. Still, when Wyatt Cain finally let go of his wife, it was DG who took her place in his dreams.
The Outer Zone was no more her home than Kansas. She wandered aimlessly through the gardens in Finaqua, wondering where she belonged.
He found her that night, rain soaking the dress her mother insisted she wear, and pulled her close.
His lips brushed her forehead, her nose, her cheek before finally settling against her lips.
"Don't do that to me again."
In Wyatt Cain's arms, DG found her home.
"Heart's got nothing to do with it."
He believed his lost, forever beyond repair, then deep blue eyes gazed into his own and he found his heart reflected in those depths.
Her father's lips against her temple, his arm and her mother's around her waist.
Azkadellia met her sister's gaze and they wondered.
'Is it really over, or is this just a dream?'
The Witch was cruel to many but none more so than her.
When she slept, she dreamt of her sister, of playing careless games under the warmth of the OZ's two suns, of singing and dancing and all things light.
When she woke, the Witch reminded her of the truth:
DG was dead; at Azkadellia's own hand.
His father stood in front of him.
Alive and breathing.
Jeb wondered briefly if he'd died in the suit and finally found heaven.
Lilo was dead. Kalm was his cub now.
Raw would not fail his kin again.
Ambrose was a stranger.
Glitch wondered how long it would take for that to change.