A/N: I'm a bad little authoress...bends over to recieve punishment. Yah, this has been typed up since before the new year...and i forgot about it completly. It's a bit short, and still mosly plotless, but I decided to wait till the next chapter to introduce the beginings of the plot. Teehee...DG and Jeb are so cute...

Disclaimer: Wait, i think i might have a deck of cards...and i'm pretty sure there's a shower around here somewhere, and maybe a jacket and table...other than that i own nothing mentioned.

Of Pigeons, Castles, and Misplaced Heroics

Chapter 2

Cain straightened out his uniform before knocking on the door to the small private study. He heard a faint 'come in' and smiled. Ambrose was most likely going to pull that "Oh, I forgot we where meeting today, I've just been so busy…" crap, and he was ready for it. He pushed open the heavy wooden door to see the advisor sitting in an armchair, reading over some report or another.

"Oh, Mr. Cain. Can I help you?"

"I believe we had a scheduled meeting today? Or did you forget?" The two men starred at each other. Ambrose was the first to break, a wide grin spreading across his face. Cain felt a smile tug at his lips, and pushed the door closed behind him.

A warm lunch was waiting for them on a small table. Cain slipped out of his jacket, and hung it with his beloved hat on the coat rack by the door. He smiled as he placed it next to the advisor's own elaborate coat.

"How are the troops?" Ambrose asked, pouring tea for both of them.

"Fine, Jeb is supposed to do drills with them until I get back." The blond took a seat, spooning his desired amount of sugar in his tea. "So, what's the big important information?"

"New report on the recruits in the city just came in," he replied, sitting across from the General. "Everything it going well, they should be ready for your inspection in a month."

"That's it?" The advisor grinned at him. "Anything to get me all to yourself for a few hours, huh?"

"Anything."

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Jeb could swear to at least ten good minutes of drills. After that they had all unanimously decided that while the papa bear was away, they would be content to sit on their asses for a much needed break. One man was stationed as look out for when the General returned, the rest sat around, playing cards or napping. It was peaceful and relaxing for once.

The General's son jumped when a voice by his ear awakened him from his trance.

"Working hard I see." It was the princess. Jeb took a few deep breaths to restart his heart.

"DG! You scared the crap of me." The younger royal smiled.

"I was under the impression that you where supposed to run drills all afternoon."

"The General decided to give us a break," the boy replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh, really?"

"Yah, really."

"Well maybe I'll go ask him." She stood to leave and Jeb immediately reached out to grab her arm.

"Wait! Um…did I ever tell you that have beautiful eyes?" A bemused smirk on her face, the princess turned around.

"Why Jeb Cain, I do believe that's a compliment."

"It's true, ma'm."

"I didn't know Cain's where capable of flattery."

"I guess you haven't met many decent Cain's." DG laughed at that. Vaguely, she noticed that Jeb's eyes had the same sparkle as Wyatt's when he was amused, usually at something Glitch had done. The princess relaxed, enjoying the company of the ex-revolutionist.

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"I really should be getting back. I said I'd only be gone a half hour." It had been two hours, in fact. The two men sat at the table, food now gone, with a few sketches of new inventions Glitch had been showing Cain in front of them. Even as the General said the words, he hadn't moved.

"…Are you going?"

"Naw."

"I thought they where supposed to do drills until you returned."

"Yep."

"How long do you think they'll keep doing them for if you don't return?"

"I'm guessing they did the drills for about thirty minutes." Glitch snorted.

"I thought Jeb was watching them!"

"Oh, your right. Fifteen minutes."

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Three hours after their General had left, and most of the men where either sleeping or taking the chance to get in a long shower. Jeb sat talking with DG, sharing stories from resistance camps and his own personal adventures during the witch's rule.

"When was Cain supposed to get back?"

"He said he'd be gone for thirty minutes." The princess looked around.

"Will he know that you didn't do the drills?"

"Naw, just spray everybody down with water so they look sweaty and role around in the dirt for a bit…he'll never know the difference."

"He won't, huh?" Jeb jumped to his feet at the voice that answered him. It was the General, standing behind him with an look to kill on his face. He starred at his son for a moment before turned to DG. "Princess, your presence is requested at the castle. I believe your mother has some dresses she wants you to try on for the State Dinner."

"Shit." The princess frowned and marched in a very un-princess-like manor back to the castle to receive her torture.

"So, having a nice break I see."

"I swear we've been doing the drills! We stopped like, ten minutes ago, really!" The men behind him nodded. It was the lamest excuse, Jeb knew, and he was sure to get an all-nighter for it.

"Really? Ok, then, I guess I can't expect you to do drills all afternoon. Everybody go shower and you can have the rest of the night off." For a split second Jeb believed that he had outsmarted his father, and had lied his way out of it, until the General turned and winked at him.

"Your just in a good mood." The man didn't answer just smiled and walked to the some of his men where setting up another card game.

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