A/N: The chapters throughout the movie are going to overlap a bit I am positive due in large part because one scene has more perspectives than just one person. And I love fleshing out thoughts from multiple points of view. That being said, we will still be moving forward through the storyline, albeit more slowly than I had planned originally. What can I say? My muse is detail oriented.

Now, I will not always be writing EVERYONE's point of view, but there might be more than one take on a scene.

Disclaimer: I thought I owned the copyrights once, but then I realized that was my alter ego talking. She does not like to live in a plane of existence I like to call reality.


"Trust no one!" Ha! Who did the cantankerous old man think he was kidding?

Old being an irrelevant and completely false term when describing Wyatt Cain. Okay, so he was technically forty, but being stuck in stasis for eight years (annuals actually) left him more along the lines of an early, thirty-something. That only made him about ten years older than her and…why was she thinking about this now?

If she had listened to that brilliantly imbecilic warning, she would not have gotten this far and he would still be trapped in a tin box. Yeah, the man was insanely paranoid – although she could not really fault him if the Sorceress' dictatorship was really as bad as everyone kept telling her. Hitler was a kitten compared to this freaky witch and he never had magic to back him up either.

Trust no one. Yeah right.

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Then again, it was rapidly becoming clear to DG that Mr. Cain might have a valid point as she walked into the boarded up building with her parents – aka nurture units whatever that meant – to stand in front of a mechanical man who hovered eerily above the floor and somehow knew who she was.

It occurred to her, belatedly that Raw might not have been speaking of just her nurture units in their camp the night before. If what her Popsicle had said was true, then home truly was where you heart is, and her heart apparently belonged here in the OZ. Her parents – the Ozian ones – were looking for her and they missed her dreadfully.

If only Father Vue would stop being so cryptic and would tell her who she was. He showed her his video clippings of the Lavender-eyed woman from her dream, but could not say who she was. The sadness and fear in the woman's eyes made DG's heart ache with something akin to longing. Her mother was afraid for her safety. From what though? Why was she weak and barely able to go on?

Did she have a father too?

All he said was that her mother – the real one – had given him something to give to her to guide her on her journey. When he proceeded to grab her arm in a vice-like pincer that served as his right hand, DG froze in shock. The newly tattooed brand on her palm was not her first choice of design, but beggars cannot be choosers. And it hurt a hell of a lot less than the one she had gotten in an undisclosed location on her body in high school behind her parent's – dammit, nurture units – back. The slightly uncomfortable heat caused her to tremble, but it faded as soon as the Father was finished.

"Let it connect you to the Light – connect you to her," Was his final cryptic instruction before Wyatt Cain burst in with the news that the Longcoats had tracked them to Milltown. She embraced her nurture units tightly, realizing that no matter what they would always be her parents. Biology was not the only thing that made a family.

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Cain jumped rather quickly at the chance to meet up with his former boss for someone who did not trust anyone. She had not thought his eyes could get any bluer, but when they sparked at the new information, she changed her mind. As he dragged her out of the building and led their group of misfits through the back way out of Milltown, she realized that she wanted to see more of that spark again. It took years of grief and sorrow off his face and she liked it.

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Later as she was contemplating her abandonment issues, Raw brought up a valid point. Nothing was what it seemed up to this point in her life; why would her mother's abandonment be any different? It did not take the pain away as she realized that she had never known who she and her family really were for nearly twenty-three years. Well, less than twenty-three years if she really was the little girl in the video. At one point in her life, she must have known herself.

It occurred to her belatedly, that her nurture unit parents had been telling her all along who she was and who they were not. She just had not been hearing the right things.

She realized one other thing as Glitch began to ramble in his optimistically endearing way. Okay, she just liked the fact that Glitch could get under the indomitable Wyatt Cain's skin so easily. It gave her hope that the ex-Tin Man still had the heart he so desperately denied.

And she was never going to try a warm cup of muglug. Unless someone dared her.

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The wanted posters were a bit unnerving, but DeMilo was a laugh and a half. Until he started leering at her in a decidedly unfriendly way. DG deeply appreciated Cain's methods of brute force in regards to the slimy sleaze ball. She also filed the interesting information on Zero's wife and bed sheet bingo for future reference. Overall, it amused her to note that the noble Cain man seemed to have a soft spot for DeMilo – disregarding his ability to play rough with the flamboyant man.

Being suffocated under perfumed pillows and the Siamese twins could not compare to being forced into the slinky cocktail dress and mentally undressed by DeMilo. DG had walked the wild side in high school but only just and only in certain, easily redeemable ways. And she was definitely inexperienced with the lusting gazes of gutter rats twice her age. The closest she had come to losing her virtue was her senior prom date; he had received a roundhouse kick to the groin and a black eye for his troubles. The kid's parents tried to sue for wrongful injury with intent to maim. DG calmly explained that they were completely correct in their assumptions regarding her intent and if the asshole ever came near her again, she would change intent to actuality. They dropped the suit.

So why was she feeling so vulnerable and weak when Cain left them to their devices to pursue his original goal of revenge?

Why did she also know beyond any doubt that Wyatt Cain was not the raging killer he seemed to think he was? She did not really know the enigma that was Cain, but something deep inside of her instinctively sensed that her Tin Man had changed in the years he was in that Iron Maiden.

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Wait – rewind that last thought. What???

A/N: I hope that this got out before your eight hour mark animegus farmus...my apologies if I was too late.