Author's Note: I've been seeing far too many "There aren't enough DG Glitch stories!" so I figured what the hell I'll give it a go since I love this couple so intensely. So what started as a tiny oneshot about how I thought DG and Glitch would end up together came out to be this epic story that took me endless nights and days to complete. So in other words please make me happy and review it haha.
Well, the last thing I'll say before you read this is that I HIGHLY advise you to listen to "The Very Thought Of You" preferably the Nat King Cole version, because this is the song that inspired me to write this.
OH! And one more thing I'd also like to say is that I found a gorgeous dress online, if you haven't seen it already on my live journal post that DG wears in this story.
Go to my profile if you wish to see it.
ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man or the beautiful song that inspired me. This is for pure writing practice and for other people's entertainment.
"Two little princesses dancing in a row," DG lulled without care as the four seamstresses furiously stitched and pinned at every inch of fabric on her almost completed evening gown.
"Spinning fast and free on their little toes," she continued, swaying lazily while her pale hands ran through her black tangled morning hair.
Months had passed since DG had returned to her proper home and it took all those restless days and weeks to please the people of the Outer Zone after the complete and utter chaos that the former Azkadellia had spread. But needless to say, the months of meeting needs and kissing major ass; things became quite blissful once again. The wise Queen Lavender Eyes wouldn't have done it without her DG, her beautiful and intelligent daughter who was now preparing for a celebration of the decade.
"Where the light will take her," she slowly danced upon the stool, "No one ever knows."
"Princess! If you keep moving like this, one of us is bound to prick you in no time!" one of the ladies huffed.
"I'm sorry but I can't help it that I'm nothing more than bored from standing here almost TWO HOURS NOW!"
"Nonsense! Nonsense! Now keep still if you want this dress to be finished by suns down!" another one demanded.
DG crossed her arms hotly and obeyed her words. Suddenly she felt the slightest tickle of cool metal brush against her inner arm and there she found the tiny white zipper wedged halfway on the side of her waist. With reluctance she pulled the hitched metal up all the way and sighed, smiling.
'Zippers' she mused.
Ambrose… oh her zipper headed Ambrose. Not long after the eclipse, his brain was set back in its rightful place, and yet… something struck her counterbalance off after his neurosurgery. He became a gentleman that knew when to hold his tongue, a proper man of science but lacked the charisma he had when she had first met him as Glitch, yet all the while he returned to his place as the Queen's advisor and also the most intelligent man of all the O.Z. Unintentionally she sorely missed the old Glitch but became wildly fascinated and enthralled by his new character and actions. Whether he knew it or not, he senselessly boggled her.
"DG, close your mouth or you'll let gnats in," the bright voice of her sister rang beside her as she quickly pursed her lips.
"Az? When did you get here?"
"Just now," she grinned, "I hope I didn't intrude your fantasy of the suitors you'll meet tonight."
"Nope no suitors," DG pressed out the creases on her belly and fingered the glittering diamonds as her older sister strode around and met her face. Hoping that she would eventually change the subject, DG awkwardly contemplated the tailors and seamstresses work busily below her.
"You know what I think, DG?"
She winced, "What?"
"That you look breathtakingly stunning little sister and that every soul that will take one glance at you would never dare take their eyes away."
For a brief blissful moment DG giggled hysterically and cherished those words deeply, "Aww, you really think so? And what if I don't want to be looked at that way?" she continued to chuckle.
"Then don't go at all," Azkadellia plopped down on the foot of her sister's bed, "Because quite frankly it won't matter how awful you trash yourself, you'll still look amazing."
"Thanks Az but I bet you'd look twice as–"
Cutting her off, "Oh by the way Mother told me that Ambrose was looking for you, he's off about in his laboratory working. She said it was a rather urgent matter," she silently smirked to herself.
"Oh," was all she timidly said in reply.
Not too long after the sister's conversation the ball gown was complete and DG immediately left to seek out Ambrose's vital request in her standard Other Side clothes. Hallway after hallway and staircase after endless staircase she finally surpassed until just before her lied his enormous laboratory, obstructed by two towering wooden doors. Hesitation seized her body from opening it, so reluctantly she softly rapped her white knuckles against the embellished steel frames. At first nothing was heard so quickly and quietly she turned around when a sudden abrupt clamoring emitted behind her. Then swiftly the doors gaped wide with a burst as Ambrose tumbled out.
"Sorry! Sorry! I had my full attention to my work your majesty!" he panted absently, brushing himself off and fixing his messy electrified hair, "Those absurd and horrendous malfunctions are driving me–" he stood aghast, finally getting his eyes transfixed on her.
"DG? W-What are you doing here?"
Her blue eyes went slightly wide, "My mother mentioned to Azkadellia that you were looking for me. That it was an urgent matter?"
Forthwith he observed her dumbfounded, his eyes an empty glare. Then suddenly his posture shifted uneasily and the tips of his ears grew vermilion.
"Oh, I told my Queen I could go another day or two without your aid," he whined more to himself than DG.
She chuckled ever slightly, "Aid you for what, Ambrose?"
He sighed heavily with his shoulders slumped low, "I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to get it over with now. Come in. Come in."
Gesturing her to enter as he sheepishly dawdled into his lab, DG pursued his lead. It was far more enormous than what she imagined it like on the outside. There were at least a dozen long narrow tables cluttered with millions of little trinkets and gadgets she had never seen before, and hundreds of vials containing liquids that appeared to be animate. But where he took her was in the far back of his dark workplace, silent as the grave.
"Don't you get lonely in here all by yourself?" her eyes wandered aimlessly, "I mean this place is really creepy, love the dead stoic look you've got going on," she teased.
Pausing to hear a laugh yet she found only a skittish Ambrose shuffling through a mile high pile of scraps. DG tossed the pity thought aside, pulled out a chair near him and sat. Then quite out of nowhere she spotted a colorful brilliance on the wall just beside his work station. She scooted closer and got a better look, it was an awful messy painting of a little girl dancing beneath the great gazebo by the magical lake. Although sloppy it was surely nonetheless cheery and stood out vibrantly within all the things in his lab.
"Did you paint this?" she stood and pointed to the picture.
He ceased rummaging through his things and followed her index finger to the wall, "Oh, me paint that? Heaven's no," he chortled.
'I miss that laugh'
"You did."
'Wait what?' thoughts shattered as her brows furrowed.
"I painted that ghastly thing?" she bemused his last words.
"Umm... at least I think you did," he shuffled closer to the paper and directed his fingers to the corner marked 'DG', "Yep, right there doll face."
She flinched happily and turned to see that his expression remained exactly the same as before, unreadable. She could have sworn that was something Ambrose would never dare let escape his lips but sensibly Glitch would have surely said without hesitation.
"I guess it looks like you've had it out for art even as a little girl," he grinned broadly, "You told me then too that this place needed a touch of color. So you drew me this. Of course that was before you…" he trailed off.
Just then she stated, "I wish I could remember."
Silence gave way until he shifted awkwardly.
"Remember what, Princess?"
She took an extremely fast double take from her picture to his utterly confused face.
'Had he seriously forgotten what we were just talking about?'
She drew in a breath, "That I painted this picture for you?"
"Oh yes!" he nodded elsewhere, "Your picture. Your picture! That's right!"
He immediately dove back to the moutain of metal junk and dug his way through, effortlessly seeking for something. Intentionally or unintentionally he was beginning to frighten her on a high level.
"Are you feeling we–"
"AHA!" he exclaimed, holding up a tiny silver box with a large black lense poking out on the side. He closed the large gap between himself and his startled friend and handed her a little crumpled corner of a page.
"Here it is! It's called a P.T.D.S" he said.
Lo and behold, there in bold neat writing spelled out P.T.D.S.
"What does it do?" she asked, "And what's it stand for?"
His hands covered his face solemnly as he slumped into the chair beside her, "I was hoping you would tell me that. Turn it over."
She did as told and there in small but legible cursive read the simplest words "Thank You – DG"
She thought for a while but nothing came to mind as she held the paper dolefully within her hands. Not one memory sparked, not her signatures, not her cursive, not even the bright ugly painting looked familiar. She bit her lip and hoped within time she would be able to remember.
"Wait a minute," she looked over at him, "Don't you remember what it does, Ambrose? You're the smartest guy I know and here you are asking little old me?"
Bashfully smiling, "Thanks, Princess but if I really were the smartest guy you know I'd be able to remember what this P.T.D.S. does let alone what it stands for. It's quite alright," he politely took the paper from her hand and tacked it next to her childhood painting, "It was most likely a failed invention anyway. I'd go back to the blueprints but I tossed them all out because of Azka– I mean the witch," he corrected himself.
She smiled and stood up, patting his shoulder, "I'm sure we'll both recall it at some point in time. But don't you think you should be getting ready for tonight?"
Suddenly his body froze; every limb of his was tensing up and paleness washed over his face. She stepped forward to see if he was okay but he quickly stepped backwards, not letting her come too close for his comfort zone.
"Are you feeling alright Ambrose? You've been acting so strange since your surgery, maybe something's wrong."
"Nonono. I'm great. Never felt better, really DG," he scuttled his way back to the door with DG trying her best to keep up and follow him, "But I have much work to do and many a people that have arranged meetings with me later this evening and–"
DG smirked at this, "But that's impossible, everyone will be attending the festivity later this evening."
She watched his face pale again as he swallowed loudly, "The what?"
"You do know the ball is tonight don't you?"
"Of course I know the ball is tonight," he plastered an unwanted smile upon his face then gave way a blank stare and then grinned merrily, "Of course I know the ball is tonight."
"You just…" she felt all too familiar, "…said that."
His chocolate eyes widened in fear, "N-No you must be mistaken. Ears can play devilish tricks on…" he faded into oblivion not knowing what to say.
"Are you… glitching Ambrose?"
He remained silent and didn't answer and as he fidgeted she couldn't stop smiling. No matter how hard she tried to pull a straight face her lips would instantly curl upwards as her heart raced as well. Shortly after he began to pace, one hand in pocket and the other scratching furiously at his crazed wiry hair.
"I cannot comprehend a remedy to fix these… highly annoying defects I still carry," he murmured.
Another grin splayed across her lips at his determination to end his 'defects', "Do you know why you're glitching?" she asked, "It's only been a few months since your surgery, maybe you just need more time."
He stopped his violent pace and spun around, his same tattered brown tailcoat whirled around close behind, "I know why," he said softly, looking away from her, "But the thing that is bothering me is the answer I need to stop these horrid misfires! I can hardly work anymore!"
"Or maybe you just need to loosen up before you really hurt yourself," she cast him a jesting look, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, "so why don't you relax a bit before a noogie becomes your remedy instead."
He cocked his head aside, "Are these noogies edible? They sound much like this exquisite dish I had when– Ow! Ow! Ahhh!"
Suddenly he found himself in DG's arms, more lethal than comforting as her middle knuckles fiercely rubbed against the top of his head. Shortly after she discontinued the subtle remedy and stood warily of her actions. Ambrose's groaning lingered haphazardly as his bewildered friend began to clearly regret it.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, Ambrose it doesn't hurt that much does it?"
"My hair! My hair! The zipper DG!" he cried, scrunching his fists around the wavy spirals on his head, trying to release them from the cool metal teeth of the zipper.
Gasping, "Ambrose! I'm so sorry, here let me help you."
She stretched her arms high, her fingers tousling in his dark hair all the while balancing on the tips of her toes. His whines eventually stifled into nothingness just as DG had finished gently tugging out the tight knots from the lustrous fastening that remained firm above his skull. Soon after she found herself gingerly stroking the top of his head with great care.
"That was such a childish thing of me to have done Ambrose I'm sorry."
Before he could say anything in return DG stood high on toes again, lightly kissing the vicinity of the crime. The puzzled man before her stumbled back and gracelessly stormed back into the safety of his laboratory, clutching to the doors for dear life as his other hand softly rubbed the top of his head. She stood taken back as he attempted to catch his breath. After all not even she would want to get close to someone acting so overwhelming in the exact manner she was progressing now.
"No apologies needed, Princess."
'DG' she winced internally.
"You have a fantastic day and I'll be… here!" he shouted, beginning to turn.
"I'll save a…" she faded out as he closed the doors with passionate haste, "…dance for you."
Okay, originally this was only supposed to be a one chapter deal, but I think if I hear what someone else thinks about it, it'll make me want to complete it faster. Hopefully the next chapter will be the last... I know I know that's short, but long compared to a oneshot I think. So PLEASE tell me how this went, otherwise I think I suck majorness. Lol.
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