A/N: well hello there readers. Feels like it's been forever since I updated last. Though, I suppose that's because I'm in Kentucky visiting my grandparents, and I haven't gotten to go on the computer at all really. But, I'm here now. And, I still don't own anything but the plot.

Glitch remembered everything.

He remembered his childhood, his school days. He remembered that while Leona had been beautiful, her and her friends had been cruel towards him, just because he was smart. They'd called him names, spilled juice on him, kicked dirt in his face. And finally, when they were older, Leona had lured him away, where her big, beefy boyfriend was waiting. He'd been stripped down, tied up and left stranded while they laughed at him.

Glitch remembered becoming the Queen's advisor, how proud and happy he had felt. And inventing things, working in his lab. He could recall how a very young DG and Az had often escaped from their Tutor to visit him, and he'd made little trinkets for them.

Glitch recalled looking out from behind the throne longingly at the dance floor. He wanted so badly to dance, but no one even spared him a passing glance.

Unfortunately, he could also remember when his half a brain had been removed. And everything that followed subsequently.

Almost like he was watching a film, he saw himself wandering, lost and scared away from the palace. He watched as he tumbled into the Underground, amidst the dark, and the clubs. That was why DG's description of the clubs felt so familiar.

He'd worked the clubs. As a…dancer. He'd been found, terrified at where he was, and taken in. they'd told him he had potential, and was 'pretty'. He'd been put to work. Glitch forced himself to look away from the 'customers' with their foul breath and grabbing, sweaty hands.

Glitch saw as he barely escaped the Underground. He brought in a lot of money, it wasn't as though they'd just let him leave. He'd rambled about, until those nasty little ankle biters had trapped him. Which was where he'd met DG. Then they'd escaped, and met Cain.

Cain. He seemed to be in perfect, clear focus in his memory. Particularly the eyes. He was always there from then on. When he'd saved him from hypothermia, and they'd rescued DG. And when he'd saved him. "Good morning sweetheart."

He relived every memory after that. DG's wedding, and him and Cain's first drunken time. The fighting, the rather enjoyable making up, the birthday ball. And then Cain was gone, and he'd been captured by Zero. But Cain had rescued him, and…and what had happened after that?

Slowly, Glitch opened his eyes. He was sore, but not unbearably so. He carefully looked around. He was in the operating room, on a bed. He must've been hurt pretty bad.

DG was curled on the foot of his bed. Az was stretched in a chair across the room. Both appeared deeply asleep. He smiled slightly. But where was everyone else?

He tried to ask, but his throat was terribly sore. He spied a glass of water on his bedside table, and carefully levered himself on his unbroken arm to reach it. His other arm was bound tightly to prevent movement, which meant he had to nearly twist himself into a pretzel to reach the water. Which, naturally, meant the water slipped from his glass and spilled all over himself.

Spluttering at the cold water dripping down his face, Glitch wiped himself up with the sheet. His fingers brushed against the top of his head. He stopped, heart hammering. Could it…no it couldn't be.

The zipper was gone, the place where it had been smooth. His brain was back! That's why he could remember everything. But, he didn't really feel different. However, he did at the same time. It was confusing. He felt whole, for the first time in years, but still like Glitch. He slumped against the pillow, ignoring the damp spot, thinking.

Which was how DG found him, when she woke not long later. "Glitch?" he looked so serious, almost brooding. He looked up, startled. "DG! Hello!" he grinned, reassuring. She sighed in relief. That was Glitch, that warm smile.

"How're you feeling?" she asked. "I'm not entirely sure. My brain is back, but I myself feel no difference physically. One would have thought…but no matter. My injuries seem to be doing better, even my arm. I hope I didn't wear anyone out?"

DG stared back at him, blue eyes wide. "What?" Glitch asked worriedly. "You sound different. I've never heard you use any of the words you just did. You sounded…smarter." "Maybe I am different," he shrugged. "Not a lot I hope?" "I wouldn't think so. I feel as though I was always a bit more Glitch like, particularly when working in my lab. But I knew when to stop." "Something Glitch didn't. dDo we call you Glitch or Ambrose now?" "I would actually prefer Glitch. It's more friendly, and as you all are my friends, and we've all gotten used to Glitch, it makes the most sense. Now, where's Wyatt?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask," DG giggled at the look on Glitch's face. He looked so excited . "I'll get him. Wait here," she swung herself off the bed. "Like I can go anywhere," he chuckled.

DG scampered out into the hall, stepping over Kalm and Jeb, who were sleeping on the floor. She made her way to the chair where Cain slept, plucking his hat off his head. Instantly he was awake, snatching his hat back. "Glitch is awake, and he wants to see you," she grinned. "How is he?" Cain asked, stretching. "Go find out for yourself."

"Wyatt!" Glitch threw himself sideways over the bed, lunging at Cain. Quick thinking on Cain's part was the only thing that kept Glitch from hitting the floor and hurting himself more. "Head case! Be careful, or you'll hurt yourself," Cain scooped Glitch back into his bed and pulled up a chair next to him.

DG sat back next to Az, who was just waking. The sisters watched happily the reunion between the two.

"How are you feeling? Any better? Need anything?" "I'm fine Wyatt. Honest. Though I wouldn't say no to some strawberries, or an apple." "I'll get Blake or someone to get them," DG crept over to the door, whispering to her husband.

While she did so, Glitch pointed out his lack of a zipper. "Look at it Wyatt! I've got all my marbles now!" Cain nodded, pleased at how little a difference there seemed to be in his lover. Sure his vocabulary was a bit more expanded, and there was an intelligent spark to his eyes, but he still seemed same old over exuberant prone to hugging Glitch. For which Cain was infinitely grateful.

"You're still my zipper head, or head case. Just so you know," he murmured softly to Glitch. "What about sweetheart?" Glitch teased. "And sweetheart," Cain sighed, gently ruffling Glitch's curls.

Blake came back moments later, bearing a dish of strawberries and cream. Cain took it, willing to feed Glitch this once, since he was still sore. As he popped the juicy red berries into Glitch's mouth, he recounted, at his lover's request, the terrible thing he'd threatened Zero with.

"…so he had a blade to my throat, and I carefully pulled my gun out. Without him even seeing, I jammed the gun into Zero's groin and told him not to move, or I'd serve up his balls on a platter." "Ooh. Harsh dad," Jeb said from the doorway. "It was justified," Cain said, only a little defensive. "Would you really have?" Glitch asked. "Yes. Now use a napkin," Cain tossed one from the bedside table at Glitch, who had red berry juice smeared down his lower lip.

"Well, we'll be going. Do you two want dinner sent your way, or are you good?" DG asked. "I think we're good," Cain answered, watching, amused, as Glitch devoured yet another helpless berry. "Alright. See you later then. Sweetheart," laughing, she dodged the berry thrown at her and left with the others.

Glitch watched as Cain shrugged out of his coat and holster, leaving them on one of the other chairs. Wyatt knew nothing of his past, nothing about what he'd done and could only just now remember. He deserved to know. But…Glitch was afraid to tell him. Afraid of how he'd take it. He knew Wyatt loved him, but would he still knowing about Glitch's less than honorable past? He wanted to believe he would, but his own insecurities wouldn't let him.

Cain himself was dealing with his own inner turmoil. Seeing Glitch alive and better than before made guilt press in on him from all sides. None of this would have happened if he'd never left. They would've gotten his brain back in without him having to remember all the pain of what Zero had done to him. It was his fault.

"Why so quiet?" Glitch's soft voice cut through his musings. "Huh?" "Very articulate Wyatt. I asked why you're so quiet all of a sudden." "Just…thinking," Cain mumbled. "About what?" Cain didn't answer, didn't meet Glitch's eyes. Until Glitch gently touch his chin, and made him look. "Wyatt? What's wrong?" "It's my fault you're hurt."

"Last time I checked, it was Zero and his men who beat me, not you," Glitch said lightly.

Growling, Cain stood, pacing. Glitch didn't get it. "If I hadn't left you, like a….like a…" he fumbled for the right word. "Like a thick in the head, too macho for your own good idiot with a serious case of boy scout syndrome?" Glitch suggested, remembering what DG had once said and putting his own spin on it.

"Something like that," Cain grinned the tiniest bit, sitting once more on Glitch's bed, looking at him. Glitch sighed, shaking his head. "Wyatt, we have no way of knowing what would have happened. You might've been killed in front of me, and I still would have been captured. Neither holds much appeal for me," he reached out, carefully grasping Cain's hand until Cain nodded in agreement.

"Now here. Keep'em coming Tin Man," Glitch pushed the bowl back into Cain's hands and settled back against the pillow. "You have one good arm," Cain protested, but only half heartedly. "Please? I like you feeding me," Glitch looked up at Cain through his lashes, eyes wide, a small smile curling the corners of his lips up. "Fine, fine. I'll feed you. Head case," Cain gave Glitch a berry and helped himself to one.

"How long do I have to stay here any way?" Glitch snuggled himself against Cain, who was leaning on the bed. "Not too long," the medic entered, startling them.

Cain hastily sat up, pulling his hand from Glitch's head, where he'd been sleepily running his fingers through Glitch's curls.

"By which you mean?" Glitch asked earnestly. "By the end of this week. Then you can be up and blowing things up in your lab like old times," she said fondly. "I did not always blow things up!" Glitch protested. "I seriously doubt that," Cain snickered. "Don't you start in on me too Wyatt!"

"Will you be staying here too Mr. Cain?" the medic asked. "Yes. No telling what would happen if I left him alone for any length of time," Cain grinned over his shoulder at Glitch, who was pouting. "Fine. I just wanted to check in. How does your head feel?" "Good. Better than it has in a really, really long time. The rest of me is still a little sore, but not bad." "Good. Very good. Good night then," she left, locking the door to her rooms behind her.

"Wyatt, I don't want to stay here," Glitch said grumpily. "I want my bed."

Cain sighed, trying to remind himself that he was very pleased Glitch was back. "Stop whining Glitch. It's not so bad." There, he hadn't snapped so much. He sounded down right reasonable.

"But I'm bored. Really bored. I could be tidying my lab right now, or anything, instead of laying in this bed doing nothing."

For his part, Cain didn't think laying in the bed was so bad. They didn't have to do nothing. They could in fact, do something. If Glitch was feeling alright enough.

"Glitch? Just how bad and sore are you feeling?"

Glitch looked over at Cain, who had a perfect poker face, revealing nothing about his potential plans. "Really not that bad," he admitted, "the medic and princesses did a better job of patching me up than Zero and them did of beating me up. Why?" "I think I may have an idea to fix your boredom. If you want," Cain stood. "Yea. Yea, of course, please," Glitch said enthusiastically.

Cain, still not giving anything away, checked the doors. They were all locked, and no one could see in.

Glitch watched, more than a little confused. Until Cain turned around. He was grinning, his eyes darkened with lust. "Wyatt, I uhh…don't think I'm feeling that better," he stammered, despite the fact he really, really would've liked a go. "Not to mention, I don't think this bed could hold up to it."

Cain ignored him, and carefully sat on the foot of the bed. Glitch pulled his legs up, making room for him. Gently, Cain lifted Glitch, setting him across his lap. He tilted Glitch's head, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Glitch let out a slight gasp against Cain's lips as Cain snaked his hand up his shirt, mindful not to put too much pressure on the bruises.

"Not so boring after all, huh sweetheart?" Cain whispered into Glitch's ear, his fingers trailing down to the top of Glitch's pants. Glitch wrapped his good arm around Cain's neck, his face buried into Cain's shoulder. His only response was a shaky little moan as Cain's hand slipped into his loose pants, taking a hold of his manhood.

Glitch, not feeling or really caring for the bruises covering his body, bucked up into Cain's hand, which was all that mattered. That and Cain's breath warm on the back of his neck. He arched up, squirming pleasantly as Cain ran his finger over the tip, eliciting yet another moan from him.

"Wy…Wyatt…" Glitch panted. "What?" Cain answered, his own breathing ragged. "Can't…last," Glitch's face was flushed, his forehead pearled with sweat. His arm tightened around Cain's neck.

That left Cain in something of a fix. He hardly thought the head medic would be pleased if they made a mess. But…he couldn't leave Glitch. One thing for it then.

"Wyatt?!" Glitch's voice was hoarse and strangled as Cain stopped his movements and leaned down, taking Glitch into his mouth. Cain looked up at him briefly, blue eyes sparkling, before returning to his task.

Glitch gripped Cain's short hair, trying not to pull as he bucked up, unable to articulate himself other than drawn out moans and gasps. A shudder ran through him, and his grip in Cain's hair tightened, before he spilled warm down Cain's throat.

"Where in all of the great O.Z. did you learn that Wyatt? I never would've thought that you…" Glitch trailed off, trying to wriggle back into his pants despite being in a near boneless state. Cain sat up, swiping his sleeve across his mouth.

"I didn't learn or anything. I just…did. I wasn't thinking," he grinned, embarrassed. "I think you should not think more often. Sweet Gayle Wyatt," Glitch pulled the sheet up, as much as he could from under Cain.

"Happy to be of service. Still bored then?" "Too completely happy to be bored. Although, I am, it has to be said, a little tired now. Do you mind if I fall asleep?" "Do you really think I'd say I mind? Get some sleep head case. You need it," Cain propped himself in a chair, his feet up on another.

Just before they fell asleep, Glitch reached down and grabbed Cain's hand, holding it like a lifeline.

A/N: alright, that was just like, uber fluffy. But, c'mon, it's cute. As always, reviews are appreciated.