A/N: This came to me while watching the marathon of Tin Man on SciFi channel.
A myriad of voices swam through his head, invading his thoughts as his heavy body sank through the frigid waters. He was unconscious by the time he had hit the water, and as he fell he was only aware of the voices swimming through his mind and memories.
"Is this the one?"
"He doesn't look like he's made of tin."
"Tin man was his occupation, not his being."
"Shall we save him?"
"We must, it is not his time."
"He still has much to do."
"He has to protect the Princess."
"Save him we must."
Unseen by human eyes the nymphs flowed throughout Cane's body, lifting it up to the surface. As the watery sprites left his body, they took the water that had entered his lungs with them, leaving him as safe as they could in the below freezing conditions.
As the last nymph left his body it whispered into his heart, "Protect her, Tin man. Especially her heart. It is already in your care."
A/N: Please tell me what you think. If you like it, I'll write more, but I think it fits in quite nicely the way it is.