Disclaimer: As before, I own nothing except my somewhat naughty muse.

A/N: Thanks Celia Stanton for feeding the muse today. She was hungry for something funny. So I made the funny with Cain and DG. Just something short to prove that I haven't forgotten about Tin Man, which I know is what most of you have thought. Enjoy my randomness.

"Misheard"

Glitch stumbled again for the tenth time. It probably would be best, he surmised, if I put away the scrolls and concentrate on where my feet are going. He'd exited the side door to his lab, situated in on of the many outbuildings at Finaqua, to enjoy a leisurely stroll in the evening air. Of course, he hadn't been able to put down the scrolls he'd been studying, outlining the theory of using sunlight to power various machines.

Glitch thought this could be adapted for use on the sedans, instead of relying on normal fuel. And the possibilities for sun-powered farming equipment were unlimited.

He grinned to himself as he thumbed through the pages to some of the drawings he'd rendered the night before, when his newly reunited brain was overflowing with intoxicating ideas. It was heavenly to be able to latch onto a thought, and keep it steady long enough to vet out its possibilities.

"Ow!" He lurched forward again as yet another mislaid stone in the cobblestone path reached up and snagged his toe. "Someone really should repave this thing. A person could break their neck," he muttered.

Glaring at the offending stone one last time, Glitch ambled onward toward one of the many garages that housed the small fleet of sedans. Wanting to get a head start on the modifications, Glitch had brought his drawings along so that he could look over the car's engine to see if the energy transfer was even possible. He'd spent many a night tinkering in the garages all by himself.

So, when he heard voices coming from behind the huge wooden door, he paused. Lowering his papers, Glitch inched closer, leaning toward the door.

"I never thought you'd actually agree to do this, Cain."

DG? Glitch knew she had a way with machinery – she called herself a "grease monkey", which made Glitch ask if those were any relation to mobats – and on days when she'd conveniently disappear, he would find her outside taking something mechanical apart to see how it worked.

"Yeah well, a person's gotta try something new every now and then."

Glitch took a step closer to the door. So, Cain had followed her out to the garages this time, eh? Not that he doesn't follow her every where…Glitch smiled to himself. If the kid could get the prickly lug to loosen up, more power to her.

DG made a sound in her throat. "Mmm…now that's what I like to hear, big guy."

Glitch's face screwed up in confusion.

"First thing you gotta do is loosen up. You could pull something in some of these positions."

"Uh, you didn't tell me I'd have to be a contortionist, kiddo."

"Oh, c'mon Cain. You've never been shy before about showing me what you're made of."

Glitch's eyes grew wider and he leaned in even more. There were sounds of bodies moving around; the soft whisper of clothes being dropped on the floor. The papers in the inventor's hands slipped from slack fingers, falling unnoticed to the ground.

A low rumble, "Okay, Princess, show me yours and I'll show you mine."

"Don't tease. It's not nice." More movement, then DG said, "Let me get comfortable here."

"Tell me when you're ready."

Glitch pressed his ear to the wood.

He heard a small gasp, followed by a hissed expletive. "Well DAY-um, Cain! I didn't know it would be that big!"

A chuckle. "What? Never seen one like that, princess?"

"Not where I come from."

"C'mere," Cain's voice was almost subsonic.

Glitch snapped his head back when a trilling female purr echoed through the garage.

"Oh…that's just…freaking amazing."

"I aim to please…"

A few groans and more shuffling of bodies. "Whoa there, cowboy. You're gonna have to give me some room to move."

"I though you'd done this before," Cain asked, a little harried sounding.

"Not from this angle. Oh, oh that's good. That's perfect…right there." She made another ecstatic sound and Glitch had to shake his head a few times, as though his brain might be trying to disconnect and slide out of his ears.

For a few moments, only grunting could be heard.

"Well, shit. It's too big." She panted.

"Oh, sorry about that. I don't want to break something."

Glitch nearly fell over.

"Maybe if I bend my legs…"

"Ohhh…yeah. That most definitely works," Cain sighed.

"Put your hand here, big guy."

"It's slippery."

"It's supposed to be."

"Are you getting tired?"

A giggle. "No. Don't tell me a big strapping Tin Man like you is wearing out already."

A feral-sounding laugh from Cain, "Age and experience, darlin', always wins out."

"But flexibility helps in the long haul."

Glitch rubbed at his ears to make sure his hair wasn't covering them to muffle the sounds.

"Ozma's stars, kid! How'd you do that? More importantly, how do you plan on walking tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, Cain. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to help me."

"Bend your legs, DG, I can't get to it…"

"If I bend over any more, I'll be forever known as Pretzel Woman over here…"

"Well, I can't manage… oh," Cain sounded like a pressure valve had been released in him. "Ooooh yeess. There it is…"

Glitch tugged at his collar. Was it getting hotter outside?

"Like that?" she asked coyly.

"Does a munchkin like to flay things?"

"I'll take you word on that, buddy."

More grunting. "DG, don't pull on it, you'll break the damn thing."

"No I won't. Look, the more I smooth my hands over it, the longer it gets."

"Mmm…"

Glitch felt his cheeks getting redder. Yep. It was definitely getting hotter outside.

"I need some more lube. My hands are getting dry."

"Here. You need that much?"

A tinkling feminine laugh. "One can never have enough lube, Cain."

"Maybe you should rub your little hands all over this…" Cain's rumbling voice had taken on a whiskey-gravel tone. Glitch wondered if his ear was growing into the wooden door.

"Easy there, big boy. If I lube it too much, it will just hang there all limp and useless."

"I doubt it. But hey, you're the expert," he laughed.

There was the sound of bodies shuffling around, and to Glitch's utter astonishment, the sound of metal groaning under pressure.

Cain grunted.

"Holy…" DG sounded out of breath and in awe, "I have a new nickname for you, Cain. Hulk."

Another strained sound, before Cain breathed a sigh out, "And what's that supposed to mean, princess?"

"Means I want to see you chopping wood, shirtless sometime," DG muttered, and Glitch had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

Cain chuffed out a laugh.

"Oh. Uh-oh. You have something on your pants." She said.

"Where?"

"On your ass."

"How can you see my ass in the position that you're in, DG?"

A sigh. "In the reflection, silly."

"Well, you shouldn't be staring at my ass." There was shy amusement in his voice.

"Right. I'll be sure and refrain from doing that." Glitch heard DG mutter under her breath, "Right after I forget how to see."

After a moment, Glitch heard both DG and Cain sound strained. The grunting seemed to be to the rhythm of…something…and Glitch didn't realize he was pressing into the door with all his weight. A rusty clanging beat in time with the sound of exertion from the Princess and the Tin Man, and Glitch was nearly holding his breath waiting for the climax.

"YES!" They both yelled, just as something metallic snapped and reverberated through the garage.

Heavy breathing. "That was…really…" Cain began.

"Invigorating," DG finished between pants.

Glitch lost his balance at that moment, and practically fell through the wooden bay door, sprawling on the pressed earth of the garage floor.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he yelped, covering his eyes with one hand. "I didn't see anything. I was just passing by, I swear! No, don't get up…I'm fine. And I'm leaving…"

"Glitch? What's your malfunction?" He heard DG ask quizzically.

They weren't mad? They were scrambling for cover or trying to find their clothes…? Cautiously, Glitch peeked through his hand, only to pull it completely away to meet the confused face of his princess, and the wry smirk of the Tin Man.

DG and Cain had been bent over, head and torso deep into a sedan's engine. Cain had his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows; grease and grim coating his hands.

DG stood up holding the biggest wrench Glitch had ever seen; her eyes wide and innocent.

Glitch looked between the two of them, one finger going back and forth as he tried to work out when he'd heard with what he saw right then. Cain's smirk grew wider.

He scratched his head. "But…okay. I don't get it."

"What else is new," Cain said sarcastically, as he ever-so-indelicately shoved the former advisor out of the garage and shut the door. "Three's a crowd, Zipperhead. Go find your own garage."

Glitch heard the two laughing as he walked away, continuing to scratch his head.

Maybe he just misheard…

-END-

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