A/N: For my Ambrose/Glitch lovers out there. He is not getting nearly enough screen time in my story and for that I beg your pardon…I DO have more of him planned out, but this is still a DG/Cain centric story… (one shots are all the rage I heard, so there will be some of those later on down the line)

I do not own Tin Man

The last thing Glitch remembered was…

The last thing Glitch remembered was…

The last thing…ouch, my head. Think Glitch think.

Okay, mobats, Azkadee, capture, Zipperhead, Longcoats…name – I need a name.

"Raw?" Stumbling around, Glitch tried to piece things together which kind of helped. His synapses seemed to be organizing themselves a little more coherently than ever before, but the headache and freezing air was definitely making things fuzzy.

Wait a minute – Cain? There is his hat and gun; by the size of the hole in the ice below, he will not be coming back for them. That is a pity – I was just getting to like the sourpuss.

Where is DG? Oh, right. Sorceress got her. Evil witch – Azkadellia's evil was unforgettable, marbles or not. What do I do now?

Cain? Monkey bats, he is still alive? But just barely. I have to find DeMilo's wagon and get him warm. He can help me get DG back.

Glitch smirked when the cocking hammer sounded. Even in his sleep, the Tin Man could aim a gun. He gently pushed the revolver out of the way and pulled the truck door shut behind him. Making his way to the little wood stove with his bundle of kindling, he carried on a one-sided conversation as Cain slowly came to full consciousness.

"I thought you were dead," Glitch was surprised to hear a note of concern in the gruff Tin Man's voice. He had grown to care for his new family and it was nice to know the sentiment was returned.

"Ditto," Glitch explained what he could of Cain's miraculous survival as he handed over the bullet stopping equine figurine the man carried in his breast pocket. He really had no idea how Cain had managed to crawl out of the water and up the embankment though. Given Cain's state when he had found him, the ex-cop probably could not tell him either. Although he was sure it would be a story for the record books.

"DG?" Oh crap, this was not good. Cain was going to kill him when he regained his strength.

"Azkadellia," And he had no clue where Raw was, so do not…ask.

"Maybe he ran away," Now there was positive thinking at its finest. Just when I think we are getting to a healthy place, you pull an asinine stunt again. Glitch bit out a sharp reply, kind of liking the fact that Cain was back to normal again.

"Why? Someone's got to keep your wide-eyed optimism in check."

Cain translation: I cannot handle too much of the peppy headcase before I want to shoot something, but I still like you so…

"I owe you one," I bet that hurt your pride to admit huh? Glitch smirked before launching into a diatribe on Boy Scout Syndrome and therapeutic treatments for macho cynics with a penchant for paranoia.

Somewhere in the course of the lecture, Cain pulled the gun on him again and threatened to shoot him if he did not figure out a way to get out of the frozen tundra.

"Oh I did not tell you? While you were sleeping like a baby, I found DeMilo's spare parts and tinkered under the hood. Raw was wrong for once. It was just a busted alternator cap. Fortunately for us DeMilo is his own mechanic and I used to tinker a lot in my heyday."

The murderous glare in Cain's eyes did not bode well for Glitch. He watched in relief as the Tin Man softened and struggled out of the warm blankets.

"Probably a good thing you did not drive, anyway," Cain muttered grumpily. "You might have glitched halfway through a turn and ran us off the road. Get in your seat and buckle up Zipperhead. We have to go save a princess."

"I am not saying they call me Twinkle Toes or anything, but I cut quite a rug." Glitch chuckled as the Tin Man heaved a huge sigh.

The First Advisor knew this story had a point, but for some reason it was not quite coming to him. He was pretty sure it was important too, so he disregarded Cain's griping and continued on knowing that if he lost the train, he would not get it back in order to help their situation. Now where was he?

"…It comes directly from the soul," Okay, he could feel himself getting a bit closer. "You know Cain, sometimes you make me feel just like those ladies at the dance. Like I blend right into the wallpaper."

"That's a good idea," Geez Cain, thanks for the vote of confidence.

Glitch looked between the Longcoats and Cain. Ah, right. He knew there was a purpose to the story.

"Wanna dance?" Yep, there it was.

"I'll lead. You follow!" Oh, this was definitely going to be fun.

Instinct takes over and the next thing he knew, there were four Longcoats on the ground – out cold. Cain's look of awe made it all worth it though.

"You are a deep well, Glitch," He smiled at Cain's assessment. So the guy did have a heart after all. And a good eye for talent.

"It is all about the rhythm."

Okay, Raw definitely could definitely pack a mighty punch for furry pacifist.

And there it was. His glitching was back again.

His glitching was back again…his glitching was back again…His glitching was…ouch…

Monkey Bats.

A/N: Okay Glitch showing Cain up? Best scene in the movie!