Title: And Guest

Author: strangelittleswirl

Characters: Cain, DG, Lavender Eyes, the Robo 'Rents

Pairing: Cain/DG

Rating: R

Summary: When DG returns to Reality for her friend's wedding, the new Head of the Royal Family's guard is the perfect choice to accompany her. Multichap fic.

Warning: I guess you shouldn't read if you haven't seen all three parts.

Disclaimer: It's routine by now, right? La la, was L. Frank Baum's, da di da, Sci Fi's adaption. Do be doo don't own, just play with. New characters are mine.

Word Count: 2,072

There was that hand on her hip, again, so warm and wonderful, and the breath on her back and that kiss. Right. There. DG could get used to this.

"You alright?" he whispered into her ear, making the small movement necessary to stand in front of her.

She didn't meet his eyes, just fiddled with his tie again, making sure the icy blue scrap of fabric was straight and secure. Tonight she would loosen it and take it off for him, she had decided. Or maybe she would watch him just do that. And since when did ties become a turn on?

Most of their things had been packed back up, so that the next morning would be quick. Mona was going to take their items back in her car, which would give her an excuse to drop her things off at Henry and Emily's. Then she would return home and leave the note, and Jeb would walk her to their house.

DG wrapped her arms around Wyatt's torso, resting her head gently over his heart to listen to it. The blonde man brought an arm around her back carefully.

"Just checking up on what's mine," she said with a smile into the fabric of his shirt. "I'm going to miss this."

"Me too," he answered in earnest. "Explaining all of this in a way that doesn't end up in trouble will take some time."

She perched her chin on his chest so she could look up at him, frowning. "I've never been very good at that, waiting. I was going to leave Kansas because I was tired of waiting, didn't think about going away to college because of the money and then having to wait to start my life, and now…now this is going to be shorter, in some ways, but it feels like forever before we will be able to have this."

"DG, I just want you to know, if you reconsider-" she stopped him with a quick kiss, more light pressure on his lips with her own than a kiss, really.

"Stubborn, remember? It's one of those ineffable traits of mine you like."

And then Wyatt Cain gave her a small pat on a part of her she never thought he would and turned her towards the door, much to her protest. "Come on, we're going to be late for your friend's wedding."

"What do I look like, one of your horses?"

"I can't find Sarah!" cried Carly, and DG looked up from fiddling with Mona's bouquet. Sarah's spinster aunt, the one that came with the stereotypical cats and romance novels, owned a small flower shop and had done anything remotely floral for the wedding that she could. The bouquets were shoddy, and DG wondered if Lifetime had had on one of those Daniel Steele movies on again when she made them.

Mona and DG stared at their friend, confused. "Is it really that hard to loose someone in a giant white dress?" asked Mona, echoing DG's thoughts exactly. Carly's hair was already starting to curl and free itself from the French twist on the back of her head, giving her a more manic look. DG set the flowers down and waved for Wyatt to come over.

"Everything alright? Are you okay?" he asked before he was close enough for her to whisper to him.

"Well, we have a bit of a problem."

"Look for something large, white, and crying?" he asked monotonously, to which she nodded vehemently.

The group frantically searched the grounds of the hotel, which weren't that large. It only took a few seconds to find her, wilting on the back of the property.

"I can't do this!" cried Sarah into DG's shoulder. Other hotel goers were trying to get to the pool, but the blonde in the big dress and her friend who looked like she was having a horrible time at comforting her were blocking the way. The princess patted her, inelegantly. "What if I'm making a mistake?"

"You're not making a mistake, Sarah, you love him," came Mona, matter-of-factly. Since she'd found out she was getting the hell out of Kansas, she's gotten quite bold. She had even made a joke at Carly's expense. Carly was holding the train, and watching on, intently.

"But I only think I do," she said, and a boy without swim trunks ran around the smoker's gazebo they were in to get to the pool, followed closely by his mother. "What if it's all wrong, what if I just think he's it because he was the first?"

"Well, you should have thought about that earlier at some other point-Oh wait, you did!" DG said with feigned surprise. "I happen to remember quite a few conversations on my part, trying to argue you out of dating him. But you kept on, and here you are. You love him, Sarah. I see how you look at kids and babies, and how you look at him after."

"It's kinda gooey to the point of sickening, actually," commented Carly. They ignored her.

DG glanced over at Wyatt, heart speeding up at the sight of him. He had on tan slacks, and she'd been able to hunt down a tie that matched his eyes. With the black dress shirt on it stood out. And the tie looked very yankable. She got an idea.

"Sarah, let me ask you something? If you only had one day, no, one morning, what would you do if you could do anything in the world?"

Sarah turned to her friend, pouting as she thought about it. "I'd stay in bed with Mike, I guess."

"Where?"

Her face softened, and she blushed. "In our bed, with our children, too, if we've had them at this hypothetical point. Just spent it in our bed in our home with our kids."

And then DG knew it. As she watched the look dawn on her friend's face, she knew that it was true for her. Because the night before, she had had such a dream, and she had to slip out of the bed and go into the bathroom. She had turned on the shower so that he wouldn't hear her sob. And DG hadn't been sure why she had been crying, but it had been so beautiful in a way that made her chest hurt that she had needed to do something.

Deijhi, Princess of the Outer Zone was completely and undeniable in love with Wyatt Cain.

And just like that the world shifted a little, parts were slid around, and then they settled back into place, just a little differently but completely new, and Deijhi took a deep breath.

"You love him, Sarah. You love him and you are going to walk in there and marry him, because you can't wait to spend another day with him by your side. And screw anyone who says that you shouldn't, or can't, because it's your life, and damn it, if he's your home, then he's your home and you deserve that."

Sarah was about to cry again, but the smile on her face told her they were not the tears from before. "Okay," she said, meekly, but then she smiled. "Let's go in there, because I'm," and her voice broke a little, "I'm marrying Mike. My Michael. I am going to go get married to Michael."

DG gave her a sisterly kiss on the cheek, made sure she didn't leave a mark on her freckled cheek, and lowered the veil. "No sidetracking this time," she said seriously. And her friend nodded.

The wedding was beautiful, and the girls found themselves teary-eyed by the end of it. This was the beginning of DG and Mona's goodbye to their friends, at least for a while. DG took a steadying breath as she walked past Wyatt's pew, grasping lightly at his shoulder as she passed, just to feel that connection a little more than she already did.

The reception was loud and raucous and went on for a long time, with everyone giving more and more interesting toasts as the night went on, and DG savored every slow dance she could in Wyatt's arms, save for one playful attempt at a tango with Sarah's older brother, who once had pulled the fire alarm in the police station, with gloves and a hood on, to get her out of one of her infractions. That had been a few years ago, if she remembered. She hugged Brian at the end of it and returned bright cheeked and laughing to Wyatt's side.

Jeb had snuck in, muttering an apology for his behavior the day before. Mona was delighted to see him, and giddily told him the good news. The relief the boy felt was obvious, and DG cast a glance over at Wyatt's face to make sure he had seen it as well. He had.

DG knew it was only brought on by being at a wedding, sort of like when a friend has a baby, but some ideas started to form in her head, silly things. Like the idea that if things really did work out, then the girl she'd always mothered could potentially end up as her daughter-in-law. It was ridiculous, but a possibility.

Jeb got the garter after Carly had gotten the bouquet. It was a few, uncomfortable minutes that passed before he got it in place.

And then, at the end of the night, exhausted, DG and the group made their goodbyes. It felt strange, being able to do it this time. She said everything she could to those she needed to, left other things unsaid, and even called Mr. Barneby "Richard".

"You'll have to write to me, and tell me how you get on with Wyatt's son," said Carly, quietly. "So that I know what to expect with Richard's."

Not quite sure how to answer, DG simply embraced her friend. "I'm sorry for the hell I put you through," she said, and meant it. Carly laughed.

"I wasn't much better. What with all the sneaking out and you covering for me, and the whole not telling anyone about us. And everything else you've done." Carly pulled back and looked Wyatt squarely in the eye.

"You better take care of our DG, Mr. Cain. DG's an amazing girl."

"I keep telling her she deserves better."

Carly cocked her head to the side, and truly looked at him for the first time. "No, no I think you're it for her. I mean, maybe I think you have a candy ass and all that, but you're good to her. I've never seen her so peaceful in her life as when she's with you." DG felt the beginning of tears in her eyes. Carly thrust a hand out towards the Tin Man, who slowly put his own out and shook it.

"Thank you, m'am."

"It's Carly for now. But maybe," she looked over her shoulder at Richard, and shrugged. "Maybe it will be m'am in the future. Weddings on the mind and all."

DG knew exactly what she was talking about.

Wyatt wouldn't hear of her walking back to the room as bone-tired as she was, so she only put up a small fight when an arm made contact with the back of her knees and she buckled right into the perfect shape he needed to pick her up. The skirt poofed out ridiculously, but he kept things covered that should be, and Deijhi closed her eyes, kissing his neck lightly and simply trusting.

Jeb carried in his arms little Isha, who had fallen asleep quickly after the ceremony, with Mona at his side. DG gave a lazy wave and kicked her feet out. "Bed, Watcher-Mine." Yeah, half-awake she made inane Buffy references, but DG had always found Giles sort of attractive for an older guy, even if he was in an entirely different league than Wyatt.

DG had a full length slip on underneath, and that's what she slept in, somehow getting the dress off and rolling under the covers, but could only sleep once Wyatt was taking up the space of the other side. As she flung an arm over his chest and settled in, she wondered how she would make it without him back at home. Pillows weren't as comfortable as his warm body next to hers.

And then, half awake and unintentionally, she muttered into his shoulder "Love you" before slipping into sleep.