"Somewhere Not Over The Rainbow"

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Well, chibi_kaz wanted more DG/Cain fic to read, so I'm posting this now.

WARNING: Shirtless Cain may cause drooling and/or fainting. I am not responsible for your keyboard shorting out or you getting fired from work. :P

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

 

Hank was almost done with the crossword when a thud alerted him to the fact that DG was awake.

DG walked into the side of the refrigerator. “Awake is relative” he thought.

Hank watched and held back a chuckle as DG pried one eye open and looked at the 'fridge. “Has that always been there?” she asked.

“Yup.” Hank said as DG flopped into a chair.

Hank stood up, poured a mug of coffee and placed it in front of his girl. “Tough day at work yesterday?”

“You have no idea.”

Hank went back to his crossword as DG woke up and puttered around getting ready for the day.

“You ready to go, Baby-girl?” He asked once DG had finished her breakfast.

“Ready and raring.”

Hank grabbed his coat and headed out the door behind DG. Climbing into the truck, Hank sent out a silent prayer that the call back to the O.Z. would not come while DG was gone.

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DG had been watching the hands on the clock crawl closer and closer to closing time. Getting up in time to catch the morning bus to Scott City was making her days way too long. Thank God there were only two months left before summer break. It was only eight and she was nearly dead on her feet.

The last customer finally left and DG let out a sigh. She quickly bussed her tables, then went to change out of her uniform.

DG walked out to the parking lot energized by the paycheck in her pocket. “Hey there, Kid.”

DG spun around to see Cain leaning out the window of the truck. “Where's my dad?”

Cain pushed the brim of his hat up, “No 'hi Wyatt'. No 'good to see you'. If that's your attitude maybe you'd like to walk home.”

DG scowled as she tossed her backpack into the bed of the truck and climbed into the cab. “Don't bitch at me, Wyatt. It's been a long day.”

Cain laughed as he pulled the truck on to the highway.

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Wyatt parked the tractor next to the barn and climbed down. His back felt like it had been through a wringer. A memory from another life slipped through his mind. The tractor may be bad but the transport trucks he had driven in his first years as a Tin Man had been worse.

Tugged his sweat soaked shirt off, Wyatt walked over to the rainwater barrel and washed the top layers of ick off.

Wyatt threw his shirt over his shoulder and walked into the house. Emily had made a big pitcher of lemonade before she left and it was all he had been thinking about for the last half hour.

Sweet golden goodness!

Wyatt leaned against the counter and drank, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as the glass emptied. With a sigh he opened his eyes. “Christ, DG! I didn't know you were home.”

DG just stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and an odd look on her face.

“I'm all sweaty, so I'm gonna hit the shower.”

DG's eyes started darting around the room, “Shower?”

“Yeah.” he nodded. “You wanna work on the bike when I get out?”

“Bike? I, um...” DG started backing out the door. “Yes?” She turned around and left.

“That kid gets stranger every day.”

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Alright, who the hell was that in the kitchen? No way it was Cain. Cain who picks me up after work and teases me while we worked on my bike and...

How long has that been hiding under his shirt?

All the hard and ripply and tan...

Tan?

Oh, God. That means he takes his shirt off when he's working!

STOP IT!

This is Cain. The guy who's been working for your family for the last five years. He was already old when you first met him. You were fourteen, he was Thirty. Ancient!

But that was not old guy Cain in the kitchen.

He's what? Thirty-five? Thirty-five isn't that old.

Oh, god. Not old guy Cain. Nope.

Wyatt.

“Wyatt.”

Oh, god. That should not sound so...

Crap! It sounds sexy. It shouldn't sound sexy.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!

Okay, breath, breath. This isn't such a big deal. My period's due in a few days, I'm just horny, that's all. Happens every month. Stupid hormones. Just breath, everything will be fine. I can go downstairs and work on the bike like nothing happened. Like I didn't just see him half... naked.

“Crap.”

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!

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DG was acting weird.

Not the same weird that Emily was used to, but a new weird, and it had Emily nearly going out of her mind.

“Hi mom-ster!” Well, speak of the devil...

“Hey sweetie. How was school?” Was DG wearing make-up?

“It was good.”

Emily felt a coldness slip through her. DG had met a boy.

This was not good.

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For the first time in six years Wyatt missed his gun.

Oh, sure David was a nice boy. Well-mannered, respectful, smart.

But it was still the principle of the thing. The time honored tradition, the natural rights of men who had lived through abject fear to then be able to inflict that fear on others.

And besides, Wyatt had seen the boy looking at DG's backside as she walked into the kitchen.

He really missed his gun.

“So, David,” Hank said. “What is it you're studying?”

“Oh, I'm still undeclared.” David answered. “I guess you might say that having a good time is my major right now.”

Wyatt really, really missed his gun.

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“We always knew that this was a possibility.”

“But so soon, Em?”

“Most of her friends were dating years ago.”

Wyatt was sure that Hank and Emily didn't realize that their voices were carrying so far.

“I guess I still see the little girl who would rather chase frogs.”

Wyatt smiled at that image as silence fell. It was a few minutes before he heard Hank sigh. “Orders from her mother aside, I don't like the boy.”

Her mother?