Okay. Raise your hand if you remember the ficlet where he got drunk. The thought came late (my brain works like that sometimes) but I thought he should get a vicious hangover too. I don't own anything, though I do appreciate reviews (they make me all tingly and what not.) Enjoy!

"Ow." After a few vain attempts, Cain finally sat up cradling his throbbing head. He didn't remember what happened, but he was sure that the cream walls surrounding him were not his own.

"Morning sleepyhead." The high-pitched voice made Cain cringe. DG walked into the room holding a glass. Its contents unknown to naked eye. She noticed the look of intense pain that rippled across his face. "Oh I'm sorry. I forgot, I'll keep my voice down."

"What happened?" A dazed look came over him as he tried to piece together the previous night.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me?" When a heavy silence fell upon the room, DG figured he couldn't remember. "Cain, you were drunk."

"Oh man! Drunk?" His eyes widened. "OW!" The small outburst clearly did him no good. "DG, how bad was it? What did I say?" The words came out in mumbles as DG struggled to hear what he said.

"You're actually a lot funnier when you're drunk." A devilish grin spread across her face as she mocked the hung over Tin Man.

"Not funny DG. Seriously, what'd I say?" An exhausted look now covered his entire body, almost as though he would fall over in the next few seconds.

DG smiled remembering the almost compliment she had received. "You denied being drunk, that falling off the bed was a rare talent and that we should yell down the hallway just to hear our echoes. You said people in the OZ sleep like rocks. Oh and that I was cute when I was clumsy." She raised an eyebrow and Cain turned a shade of bright red.

"Nobody saw me right?" DG could've sworn he was still drunk, the words were starting to slur.

"Relax, it was late. I doubt anyone saw you. I think you should drink this and go back to sleep." She handed him the tall glass filled with the unknown substance.

He squinted and looked at the stuff in disgust. "What the hell is that?"

"Secret formula for hangovers. I've had my fair share. I came up with the stuff on my own, it works great. One glassful and you'll be good. No one will ever know what happened. Don't ask what's in it."

After a small whiff of the mix his face turned an ugly shade of green. "Uh, Cain, if you're going to throw up, you'd better get off my bed."

A couple of breaths later his normal pale color returned. "No, I'm, I'm okay. Let me get it."

He snatched the glass from her hand.

"Cain, I must warn you it…" but it was too late. Cain had already started to chug down the contents of the glass. He stopped halfway through the first swallow and almost choked.

Gagging he said, "Ew…It's…"

"It tastes disgusting. Drink it down FAST!" DG shook a little, the stuff did taste horrendous. He followed the directions of his experienced friend and drank down the thick liquid. Once the glass was empty DG took it back. Cain shivered in disgust.

"That was horrible." The weight of his body still felt heavier than it should and his head still ached, but, if DG was telling the truth, the side effects of his night off would be gone soon.

"That is what you get for getting drunk." She said in a matter of fact manner.

"No. That's what I get for listening to you and taking a night off." By now he had found his way back to the pillow.

"Excuse me? I didn't tell you to drink." The defense was small but powerful. Cain found a way to bring it back to DG.

"Actually you did. Your exact words were, 'Go have a few drinks.' Besides, you seem to be the old pro. You have your own concoctions and everything. How do you even know about being drunk?" Cain could feel the nausea still lingering in his stomach as he spoke.

"It was only a few times. But don't you think you can just get off that easy blaming me on your rough night. I said 'drink' not 'get insanely drunk.' What were you doing anyway?"

He groaned, "I don't know. I know I went to one of the bars and there were some people there. I don't even remember how I got back to the palace, let alone YOUR room." DG laughed remembering how he had stumbled down the hallway.

"I had to pull you in here. You were a mess. After our little humorous conversation at my expense you passed out right on top of me." They both blushed, Cain out of embarrassment. DG, on the other hand, recalled how he felt as he slept on her chest. She

tried her best to hide how much she enjoyed his closeness and the small kiss to her cheek.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drunk so much. I guess I was just trying to unwind." He lowered his dark eyes, avoiding her completely. In his eyes the excuse was pathetic.

"It's okay Cain. No harm done. You should probably get some more rest. I'll wake you up in a while." They both agreed and an awkward quiet filled the room as DG made her way to the door.

"Um…DG." She stopped in her tracks. "I do remember a little of last night."

"Oh yea. Which part?"

"The part where…you put me to sleep." He smirked slightly, "Can you do it again?" Something inside her was unsure, but that part was clearly outweighed by the rest of her. She crawled next to him on the bed and both took the positions in which they had slept on the night before. His short hair tickled her chin as she wrapped her arms back around him.

"Thank you DG." He whispered softly. Once more his light snoring filled her ears, this time it did more than just replace the silence of the room. It put a smile on her face. One that she knew she wouldn't be able to get rid of for a long time.