Title: Lounging About

Characters: Cain, DG, and Gulch!

Summary: A relaxing afternoon proves to be not so relaxing when an unexpected visitor shows up.

Disclaimer: I really enjoy Pitbull. And ummm…don't own him? o.O

A/N: So, ummmmmmmmm…REALLY sorry for the lack of updates. School is kicking my ass, and unfortunately it is going to continue to do so, especially next week. HOWEVER – I do have a quite a few things in the works, so I haven't just not been writing…I've just, not been completing…well, anything, haha. I hope this holds you over.

And isn't too much of a switch in rhythm/style from the others…

Cain spied DG's bare foot first.

It bounced to the beat of the unfamiliar music she was trying to introduce him to. It was hard to describe the sounds considering she described most of it as "digital."

All he knew was that she had some sort of magic book that had a viewscreen and speakers that played all sorts of recordings. It was really quite interesting, and he would love to learn more but he was a little more interested something else at the moment.

DG was 'sunbathing.'

They were visiting the Otherside for a week in what was apparently the middle of the summer and she had decided that she wanted to sunbathe on the roof of her house like she used to do growing up. She had a collapsible lounge chair of some sort stored in her room that she would sometimes put out on the flat part of her roof outside of her room and use to "soak up some sun."

Cain clamored out through the window and made his way over to where she was lounging. She barely had any clothing on, but he could care less. It was just the two of them here and he'd get rid of the rest of it in short order anyway.

He smiled to himself, partially at his last thought, and also because she was humming along to the music and typing away on her magic book.

He tapped her on the shoulder, and motioned for her to move forward.

"Scoot."

She made a non-committal sound, sitting up and moving forward in the chair. He swung his leg behind her, straddling the chair and sat down. He laid one leg along hers on the chair and crooked his knee up on other side. She waited for him to get settled before leaning back against him, wiggling to get comfortable.

"Thank you," she said sweetly as he offered her one of the drinks he had brought with him.

He wrapped his now free arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder in response.

"What are we listening to now?"

"Well," she began, shifting to be more comfortable, using his legs as armrests as her fingers poised over the buttons of her book, which he now remembered she called a 'laptop.' "This is Pitbull. He actually uses a foreign language sometimes. It's not like rap where…how did you so eloquently put it? 'Filled With Words Made Up By A Poorly Educated Grunting Man.'"

He scowled at the laptop at the memory.

"Not that that music was easy to understand to begin with…"

"There's more to a song than the words…" she muttered. "Half the time it's months before I realize that one of my favorite songs actually has a really dirty message in the lyrics."

He considered her for a moment.

"How dirty?"

She cast an amused look over her shoulder before something distracted her off in the distance. It was then that Cain realized that he heard crunching gravel and looked over as well.

A cloud of dust was being kicked up and blowing across the waist high grass. Cain followed the dust to its origin and was surprised to see a vehicle with red and blue lights on the top pulling to a stop by the house.

"Oh crap…" he heard DG mutter under her breath.

"Time to go?" he asked quickly, tensed and readied to leap up if she so much as sighed an affirmative.

She shook her head, rubbing a reassuring hand up and down his thigh.

"Not that kind of crap," she said, sounding almost like she would have preferred the other.

A man stepped out of the car and straightened, placing a hat on his head. He closed the door and walked around the front of his car, his hand hovering near the gun on his waist.

"I believe you folks are tres…pass…" the man trailed off as he really took the time to identify just who was on the roof of a semi-abandoned home.

"Is there a problem…?" DG asked, sounding almost amused "….Officer Gulch?" she added after a moment.

The officer just gaped up at them. Cain thought about offering him a shovel to scrape his jaw off of the ground in front of him.

"You're not dead?" Gulch asked incredulously.

It was barely above a whisper, but Cain still heard him and an odd feeling crept over him.

"That's…a problem?" DG asked patiently. She seemed to be enjoying this.

"No," he breathed, shaking his head. "No it's…" he trailed off as he seemed to notice Cain and how he was practically wrapped around DG. "…who the hell are you?"

Cain's arm around her waist tightened before he could check himself.

"Excuse you," DG said defensively to the cop. "He's a friend."

Cain's eyes finally went from the officer's gun to the back of DG's head.

"Friend?"

She turned to look at him.

"Do you really want me to clarify how close of a friend you are?"

Cain's eyes wandered back, his head bobbing in a non-committal way to the man in the yard. She squeezed his thigh discreetly.

"Relax, Deeg. The man apparently just found out you still have a pulse." He looked down at the man in question in the front yard. "Doesn't mean I appreciate the greeting though."

Gulch could only toss his arms out to the side shrug helplessly.

"I'm sorry," he began, not sounding sorry at all. "But you just appeared out of nowhere, alive…sprawled across another man and I'm just supposed to be okay with it?"

"Just how close were you two?" Cain mumbled so only DG could here.

She made an anxious noise that indicated a 'not now' kind of response.

Well then. This should be interesting…

Nothing like your first introduction on the Otherside being to your not-quite fiancé's Ex.

TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM

A/N: This was supposed to be light hearted and then Gulch wanted to be upset, so I kind of had to leave you hanging…sorry about that! I'm not thrilled with this one, but…*shrugs*

And I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has been reading and reviewing this story – it means more than you can imagine! (As do the story alerts, etc). And thank you for being patient with me and my erratic schedule… You guys rock my socks!