A/N: Mmmmmmmm, attentive/comforting/sweet Cain. I should use him more often...Look out for those fluffballs coming your way!

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The Youngest Princess of the OZ seemed to be depressed.

She took to staring listlessly out of the windows. She sometimes avoided people, drug her feet to meetings, and rubbed her temples as if to ward off a headache. She seemed to be stressed out. She didn't always let it show, but her guards had begun to notice.

But on that day in particular, they noticed a few other things that were even more out of the ordinary…

The two guards were stationed around the Princess as she gazed out of the window of the Palace in Central City from the alcove she was in. They were in a hallway that was not normally busy, and had a wide view of the City stretching out below them.

She had been motionless for almost an hour when the noise of footsteps reached them. They looked to see Wyatt Cain come around a corner and visibly relax at the sight of them. He made his way over and pointed to the alcove, a question on his face. After the briefest of nods from the guards, as well as a sympathetic frown, he ducked inside.

Cain seemed to already know that the Princess was upset about something. That was one of the few explanations for him seeking her out like this in the first place. There was silence for a few moments before he finally spoke.

"Anything interesting out there, Princess?" they heard him ask. She turned to look at him and only smiled sadly before turning back to the window.

The Tin Man seemed to hesitate, not really glancing at the guards, but looking to the side as if acknowledging them in his surroundings. Then he stepped towards the Princess and took her hands in his, clearing his throat to mask his discomfort.

Certainly not that out of the ordinary for the stoic man, he often lent a comforting hand to his friends. Though usually without an audience, and it was typically very brief.

But this time he didn't immediately drop her hands, or the concerned look on his face. Add to that, the soft tone of his voice as well as how he addressed her, and they had quite the peculiar situation.

"Is something wrong, DG?"

She seemed to note the change with some kind of relief, visibly relaxing. Perhaps this was a rare glimpse of the close friendship the pair shared.

She gave him a sad smile but couldn't quite shake her head no. She seemed to consider him for a long moment before looking down to study their clasped hands. They swung back and forth slightly before she lifted them up to shoulder height, moving to flatten their hands together from palm to fingertips. She paused again before shifting her fingers to the side and lacing them with his. Giving the Tin Man the strongest look of longing the guards had ever seen, she finally spoke.

"I just need a break." She looked outside again and swung their linked hands back down between them. "From everyone. And this city." She looked back to him, squinting at him as if trying to guess what his response will be. She barely whispered the next part. "Will you take a vacation with me?"

Well that was a proposition if they had ever heard one.

And then, any semblance of this being a conversation between two people that were merely friends evaporated upon studying Cain.

Instead of frowning at her lacing their fingers together, he tightened his hold on her hands. Instead of turning away blushing and spluttering about how vacationing together would be inappropriate, he merely gave her a sympathetic smile. And then he responded.

"Of course, Sweetheart," the guards heard him say in the same soft and comforting tone he had used earlier. He tilted his head. "When do you want to leave?"

"Now?" She breathed a laugh, a small smile finally appearing on her face. She seemed to know that her request was impossible.

The ex-Tin Man actually chuckled.

"How about in the morning? I'll see what I can arrange."

She seemed to accept his answer.

"Thank you," she said quietly. The guards noted that she gave a significant look to his lips beforehand.

Wow. Really? The Tin –

Cain's eyes slid sideways to them for a moment, indicating they should keep their eyes to themselves for a moment.

Suddenly the wallpaper across the hall was very interesting.

So was the peripheral view of Wyatt Cain leaning forward to press a kiss to the Youngest Princess' lips…

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A/N: Don't you just love when guys are all couple-y and allow moderate PDA? There's just something about how you can be like, 'Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, they're not all rough and tough all the time...' And then you want to hug something... Dammit, now I want a hug :(