nestar | "Tell Me Of Your Yesterdays"

Summery:
Every story has a beginning...

Disclaimer:
"The Wizard of Oz" is owned by the estate of L. Frank Baum. "Tin Man" is owned by its various production companies. The following is for entertainment only. No money is being made and no infringement is meant.

Thanks to:

raggedy_edge for her amazing beta work. Without her this would be unreadable.

The Story So Far:
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

The O.Z. 486 A.G.

Why in the world do you care about her birthday?

She's my sister.

She is the reason your friends were sent away.

Ah, you know I'm right.

No.

If it weren't for her you would be with your friends now.

It wasn't her fault!

Wasn't it?

DG didn't send Andria and Katie away.

No, your sister didn't give the order to send those dear sweet girls away. Your sister doesn't treat you as a child while other girls your age are starting to court. It wasn't DG who never had time for you, it was...

...My mother.

Your mother. She is the one plotting. She is the one who is planning on cutting you off from the world. She is the one who would take what few rights you have and give them to DG.

Give them to her light.

Oh, my dear. Don't cry so. There is hope.

Hope?

A prophesy.

What does it say?

The majestic queen of the O.Z. had two lovely daughters, She.
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Wyatt was glad for this new assignment. Personal protection may be more time consuming, but there were no drunks trying to hit him. Another plus was the way his hours were arranged. Working from 3:00am until 3:00pm meant that he was able to have the evenings with Adora and Jeb.

Wyatt smiled at the thought of how domestic his life had become. When he got home Adora would hand him Jeb, then go into the kitchen to make dinner. That hour alone with his son was the highlight of his day. They would lay together in the bed, Wyatt taking about what had happened that day and Jeb babbling back.

Adora once said that Jeb never 'talked' to her like that, but hearing “her men talk” always made her smile. Wyatt had replied that maybe a girl would be closer to Adora, and he would be happy to do the work of getting her one.

“What in the name of talking scarecrows has you blushing?”

The voice of Tenant, one of his partners, cut into the very pleasant memory of what Adora's response was.

There was an embarrassing catch in his voice as he softly answered, “My wife.”

Tenant laughed, “I remember those days. When I was first married my wife couldn't keep her hands off me, and I was nowhere as handsome as you are, my boy.” Tenant scratched his chin and looked Wyatt over. “I'm surprised you can even stand, let alone work these hours.”

Wyatt just knew his face was bright red. The other Tin Men in the unit were nice enough, but once they had seen how easily Wyatt blushed the jokes had been almost non-stop. Seven months Wyatt had been working on the Mystic Man's detail and he still couldn't control his blush.

“I say it's better to be tired because your wife kept you up, then to be tired because your bladder kept you up.” Wyatt shot back.

Tenant gave a bark of laughter and slapped his knee. “There's hope for you yet, my boy. Hope for you yet.”

Tenant suddenly straightened up, all humor gone from his face. Even if he was the oldest man on the team, Tenant was still sharp as ever.
Wyatt listened and heard the “whisp” of a cloak hem moving. From the single sound of each footfall Wyatt would say it was a women in heeled shoes.

Both men stood in a loose state, ready to spring if the need came, but not wanting to scare an innocent by-passer.

Sure enough, a woman in a light brown cloak walked into the pool of light that shone around the door to the townhouse. She stopped right in the center of the light.

Wyatt could hear a strangled sadness in her voice as she said, “I need to speak with the Mystic Man.”
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Kansas June, 1997

Emily and Hank Roberts sat at the kitchen table. It had only been three days, but there was so much information to take in. Emily had stayed with the child while Hank had been at the library in Kansas City uploading data.

“One break we have is the information distribution network this side has in place.” Hank said.

“They call it 'the internet'. Mostly governmental and scholastic data. Some personal data as well. So we should be able to compile enough information to pass unnoticed.”

Emily nodded, “Thats all well and good. But what about the girl?”

Hank's eyes softened. “We'll have to make the memories for her.”
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The O.Z. 486 A.G.

Violet had cried for three days after Dorothy's funeral.

Ahamo had thought his wife's sadness was due to their daughter, but that night when they were in bed Violet revealed the truth.

“I gave up too much.” She sobbed “I wasn't thinking.”

“Sh, we'll find a way Vi.” Ahamo said softly as he ran a hand over his wife's hair.

“No, it's...” Violet turned further into his embrace. “What she did... It just is not possible for Azkadellia to know. What she did was an old magic. If it wasn't for my trips to the Gray Gale this past year I wouldn't have known how to save DG.”

“The Gray Gale?” Ahamo asked “Vi, what's the Gray Gale?”

“It is...” Violet sighed “I can't speak of it. Not even to you my dearest.”

Ahamo was stunned by the fierce way Violet suddenly kissed him. “What is it?”

“I have thought of a plan. One last way to try and save Azkadellia. But it will cost us both so much.”