The Making of Motorcycles

by

Decidedly Odd


Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and I am not making any money from their use.


Glitch was unaware of how long DG had been standing at his elbow. She had slipped into his library without a sound, and then waited with uncharacteristic patience for him to notice her, rather than interrupt his concentration. Her wait would have lasted many more hours if he hadn't happened to catch a glimpse of her reflection in the glass.

The sight startled him. "DG!" he exclaimed, somehow dropping the translucent globe and throwing a blowtorch towards the ceiling in a bizarre juggling act. Glitch hated to think what could have happened to his model if DG hadn't gestured with one small hand and frozen the objects in midair.

"Sorry," DG apologized as she guided the glass back to its stand on Glitch's work table. He grabbed the torch from where it hovered, barely an inch away from his nose, and switched it off.

"Don't worry about it, doll," the former headcase cheerfully replied. "No harm done. I was just surprised to see you standing there, still as a statue. Not your typical entrance."

When DG approached, doors flung themselves violently open, as if kissed by a battering ram. The Princess would sweep into the room a moment later, exuding more energy than a travel storm. Usually, Azkadellia followed at a more sedate pace, and Wyatt Cain trailed behind both of them, one hand resting with deceptive casualness on the gun at his hip.

The elder Princess of the O.Z. had gained enough confidence over the past few months to be away from her younger sister for more than a few minutes. In fact, Glitch realized, glancing at the device strapped to his wrist - in addition to telling the time, it displayed the week's weather and the wearer's vital statistics - Azkadellia was working in the stables. She wasn't allowed to ride unescorted, or leave the palace grounds, but despite the restrictions she still found the four legged creatures relaxing.

Cain's absence was far more suspicious. Glitch did not have to be a genius to know that if DG had gone through all the trouble of ditching her royally appointed bodyguard (and it was an extremely difficult endeavor; Cain seemed to have a sixth sense where DG was concerned), then he would not approve of the plans DG had formulated in that pretty little head of hers - plans that she probably needed his help to carry out.

Glitch's suspicions were confirmed a moment later when DG glanced over her shoulder at the closed door, as if checking for eavesdroppers. Satisfied that there were alone in the room, she leaned forward, dark bangs hiding her eyes. "Glitch," she said, "Do you think you could build me a motorcycle?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"I can build anything," he answered, flashing her a confident smile. He assumed a position of deep thought, rubbing his chin and gazing thoughtfully into the distance. "Now . . . what's a motorcycle?"


AN: I wrote this almost 2 years ago. I had planned for it to be a 2-part fic, or at least a lengthy one-shot, but now it will have to make do as a drabble. I hope you like it!