Disclaimer!: I don't own tinman or Glitch or Cain, but lord if I DID…. Ah the fun we would all have… hehehhehehe
Oh, this fic is rather gay, by the way
Glitch would be the first to admit that sometimes his synapses didn't fire right. He would be the first to admit that sometimes he didn't know right from left, or up from down. Still, he knew something quite important with his half a brain that most people couldn't learn in a lifetime.
He knew that, like rhythm, some things came directly from the soul: love, friendship, joy. He didn't need the rest of his brain to feel these things. He discovered this only when he looked into the steely eyes of a certain ex-tinman, when he felt the full capacity of his heart. Everything Glitch knew about love, he had learned from the short time he spent with Wyatt Cain, and he never wanted that to fade.
They said that he would be reunited with his brain soon, that he would become Ambrose once again, be able to feel and think the way he used to. DG had lined up the best doctors in the OZ, and they were ready, more than ready, to turn Glitch back into the royal advisor he had once been.
Glitch didn't know how to tell them how unhappy this thought made him. To become a stranger? To take on a personality he only knew through scant memories? To think again, instead of feel? No. No. After meeting Cain, after loving Cain, after feeling this deep, true emotion, how could he ever dream of thinking clearly again? It was impossible to imagine, and oh, he couldn't stand it.
He wanted nothing less than to become Ambrose again. All he wanted to do was remain Glitch, even if he couldn't think sometimes. At least he would be able to love, to dance. He wanted to keep his soul, even at the cost of his brain.
The tinman understood. Glitch knew that whenever he looked into Cain's eyes. Cain understood Glitch better than anyone ever had, better than DG even, better than the queen. Though Glitch had said nothing about his reluctance toward the reunion with his brain, Cain had unconsciously embraced him more often, kissed him with a new tenderness. Even held his hand from time to time.
Glitch would never, ever let that go.
Now, he stood outside DG's chamber door, steeling himself to tell her to cancel the brain transplant, to abandon the plan. He was nervous and ashamed that he would want to keep this low, ignorant, useless lump of nerves. When the alternative, the mind of a genius, was so appealing, why would DG let him remain as he was?
The answer to this question now grabbed Glitch's shaking hand, lacing fingers together. Cain smiled encouragingly at the headcase, eyes full of a deep love that mirrored the emotion in Glitch's heart. Wyatt Cain was by his side, and so long as he remained Glitch, that was where the tinman would stay.
Words were useless now, but a smile never hurt, so Glitch returned the small grin and, gripping Cain's hand tighter, knocked on DG's door.
Cain's solid presence beside him held him steady, saying without speaking three very important words.
"I love you."
It was for that emotion, that he would sacrifice all else. For Love. For Cain.
END