Fic: Something in Reason
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elvenavariThis was originally written/posted for the V-day contest on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glitch_wyatt but now that the winners have been announced I can post it here and elsewhere! ^_^
Title: Valentine’s Contest Entry: Something in Reason
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
avari_maethor
Summary: Cain spends a day he doesn’t particularly like with someone that he does.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Light slash. Cain/Ambrose.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1,794
Something in Reason
Valentine’s Day, that was what DG called it. There was something special about this single day an annual where one gave their love a gift. Cain didn’t like it. Not because Adora was gone… well maybe that was part of it, but the majority of the reason for his dislike lay in the fact that he didn’t believe in reserving his love for just one day. However, all this planning for a dinner and dance made DG happy and he would not dissuade her. That was the reason he was now sitting across from the Queen going over security measures for the event.
A knock came at the door and they both looked toward it. The Queen smiled when Ambrose poked his head in. Restoring the O.Z. had gone much quicker and more efficiently since Glitch had gotten his brain back and made peace with the Ambrose personality. He gave her an apologetic smile as he stepped into the room.
“Forgive me for the intrusion my Queen, Cain, but DG wanted these plans delivered so I could get to work on them,” he told her, walking up and handing her the copies of the light plans. DG wanted hearts reflected on the floor as people danced, this could have been done with the TDESPHTL but creating something new for the event made him feel useful. The Queen smiled again, a bit teasingly.
“So you could work on them Ambrose? Have you completed them or almost?” She questioned. Ambrose laughed lightly, color staining his cheeks.
“They are mostly complete, there is just a bit of tweaking to do,” he answered.
“That’s my Ambrose.”
Cain just sat back and watched the exchange between them, mainly watching Ambrose. With all the plans that had been going on, Cain hadn’t been able to talk to Ambrose much as of late. Cain didn’t really want to admit that he had missed the former head case but he had. The light red stain from his blush before still lingered on Ambrose’s cheeks, Cain frowned. Ambrose was embarrassed very easily but he hardly blushed and if he did it never lasted for this long. Something was wrong with Ambrose. Cain was only convinced more of this fact when Ambrose turned away from the Queen, covering his nose and mouth as he sneezed. The Queen frowned and Cain knew she noticed it too.
“Excuse me,” Ambrose said putting the sneeze off with a smile.
“Ambrose, are you feeling well?” The Queen questioned. Ambrose blinked, as if he were surprised by the question.
“Of course,” he answered. “Everyone sneezes now and then. It’s a way for the body to expel dust and other… my Queen, what are you doing?” While he had been speaking the Queen had stood and now was resting a hand on Ambrose’s forehead.
“You have a fever,” she stated. “Mr. Cain, will you escort Ambrose to his room?” Cain nodded, already standing.
“I’m fine,” Ambrose stressed. “Besides, I need to finish the DGBLPS.” At their clueless looks, he sighed. “DG Ball Lighting Projection System.”
“One of the other technicians can finish it, if you don’t go to bed now you will only end up sicker than what you will become if you go to bed now. Now, Mr. Cain, if you please,” the Queen said waving her hand slightly.
“O-other technicians?! Cain let go of me, I’m fine!” Cain ignored Ambrose’s protests, his hand holding tightly to Ambrose’s wrist as he pulled him from the room.
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“Other technicians indeed!” Ambrose huffed as he exited his bathroom dressed in his night clothes. After getting the protesting man to his own bedroom, Cain had made him change into something more comfortable than the stiff uniform he always wore.
“Just give it up, sweetheart. Even if I did let you leave your bed, which I’m not, the Queen would put security on you until you’re better,” Cain told him as he pointed to the bed. Ambrose crossed his arms over his chest, Cain had to fight hard not to laugh, the man honestly looked like a pouting five year old.
“Fine, but I want it known that I am only going to bed under protest,” Ambrose stated.
“So noted,” Cain replied in an amused tone as he helped Ambrose adjust his covers and then claimed a chair that was in the room. While Ambrose had been changing, Cain had moved the chair closer to the bed. “You can drop the act, ya know. I noticed you were sick before the Queen did.”
Ambrose tried to glare at him but he knew that wouldn’t work with Cain, so he sighed and sank back against his pillows. His eyes drooped and he actually looked sick. Cain was almost amazed by the change. “If it were not for you she most likely would not have noticed and I could have finished DG’s project,” Ambrose stated.
“I wasn’t the one who sneezed. Get some sleep, sweetheart,” Cain replied. Ambrose gave him a mumbled reply as he fell asleep. Once he was sure Ambrose was asleep Cain stood and pulled the covers up around him better and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
---
Two days later Cain hummed along with the music that was playing in the ballroom as he carried his and Ambrose’s supper to Ambrose’s room. Spending the past two days with the sick man, even if he did sleep most of the time, had put him in a much better mood. When Ambrose did wake, they had caught up on all the talks that had been missed while planning DG’s party. The moment DG had heard that Ambrose was sick, she had appeared at the door to his room apologizing for running him ragged, she promised to make it up to him once he was feeling better.
When Cain opened the door to Ambrose’s room, he was greeted by the sound of coughing. The morning after Cain had put Ambrose to bed he had woken up with a cough and could hardly breathe out of his nose. Since then he had gone through a whole slew of handkerchiefs and another pile had been growing quite steadily on the floor beside his bed. Raw had been in and brought some herbs that helped Ambrose to breathe while he was asleep, he probably could have cured the man with a light touch, but the Seer seemed to think Ambrose needed the break. Cain agreed, so he didn’t mind listening to how to apply the herbs to the pale man’s chest.
“This soup will feel good on your throat and the cook put honey in the tea, it’s ‘posed to sooth the irritation,” Cain told him as he set the tray on the table next to the bed.
“I hate this,” Ambrose stated, although in his current condition it sounded more like ‘I ate his’.
“Just enjoy the rest, sweetheart.” Ambrose mumbled a reply but it didn’t make any sense to Cain.
“Cain…” Ambrose coughed and Cain gave him a sip of water to sooth his throat so he could talk before eating.
“What, sweetheart?” He questioned.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, right?” Cain nodded.
“Yeah, the party’s been going on for about an hour.”
“Your gift…” Cain raised an eyebrow.
“My gift?” Now it was Ambrose’s turn to nod.
“It’s over there in that cabinet. I did not know what you would really want, so I just did something from my heart,” Ambrose told him quietly.
Now Cain was curious so he went over to the cabinet Ambrose had pointed out and opened it. Cain picked up the piece of parchment that looked like it had been dyed the light red color that DG had been decorating everything in before the ball. Ambrose’s elegant chicken scratch, and yes there was such a thing because Cain was looking at it, listed ten reasons… that he… loved… Cain… Cain’s eyes widened as he read over the list.
The Ten Reasons I Love You
1. You are always by my side
2. I can always count on you
3. You have the most beautiful blue eyes
4. You can make me laugh
5. I love how I miss you
6. I love how you never gave up on me
7. I love the way you can always find me
8. I love how it seems like we are the only two in the world
9. I love how you demand respect but are not controlling
10. I love how I just love you
Ambrose
P/S: I could make this list much longer, but I did not know if you would want to read it.
Cain looked back at Ambrose, who was staring down at the covers. Cain’s throat was tight with emotion as he walked back over to the bed. No one had told him that they loved him since Adora… Cain didn’t know if he loved Ambrose or not… but there was definitely a feeling there, something that made him jealous when the Queen set Ambrose up with one of the ‘lovely lady’s of the kingdom’, something that made him worry about the inventor, something…
Cain reached out and rested his hand on Ambrose’s, squeezing gently. Ambrose glanced up and then back down. Even with the paler hand resting on the bed, Cain could feel him trembling.
“Ambrose…” Cain whispered.
“You do not have to love me back, Cain,” Ambrose stated quickly.
“And I don’t know if I do,” Cain replied. He saw how Ambrose quickly blinked, trying to stop his tears. “But there is something there and if you’ll let me, I want to see where it will take me.” When Ambrose looked up, Cain leaned in and caught his lips in a light kiss. Ambrose gasped and Cain could have easily invaded his mouth but he didn’t push this just yet.
“Cain…” Ambrose whispered when he finally pulled away.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Ambrose.”
---
Two weeks later Ambrose whistled as he entered Cain’s room carrying a tray of food and a cup of tea laced with honey. It would seem that Cain had caught the cold Ambrose had had so now it was Ambrose’s turn to take care of him. Tired blue eyes met his own brown ones as he set the tray down on the table next to the bed.
“I have…” Cain coughed and Ambrose gave him a sip of water. “…something for you.”
“What do you have for me?” Ambrose questioned. Cain reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of folded parchment. He held it out for Ambrose to take. Ambrose gave him a questioning look as he took the folded parchment and sat in the chair beside the bed. Slowly, he opened the parchment and his eyes widened.
The Ten Reasons I Love You
glitch_wyatt but now that the winners have been announced I can post it here and elsewhere! ^_^Title: Valentine’s Contest Entry: Something in Reason
Author:
avari_maethor Summary: Cain spends a day he doesn’t particularly like with someone that he does.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Light slash. Cain/Ambrose.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1,794
Valentine’s Day, that was what DG called it. There was something special about this single day an annual where one gave their love a gift. Cain didn’t like it. Not because Adora was gone… well maybe that was part of it, but the majority of the reason for his dislike lay in the fact that he didn’t believe in reserving his love for just one day. However, all this planning for a dinner and dance made DG happy and he would not dissuade her. That was the reason he was now sitting across from the Queen going over security measures for the event.
A knock came at the door and they both looked toward it. The Queen smiled when Ambrose poked his head in. Restoring the O.Z. had gone much quicker and more efficiently since Glitch had gotten his brain back and made peace with the Ambrose personality. He gave her an apologetic smile as he stepped into the room.
“Forgive me for the intrusion my Queen, Cain, but DG wanted these plans delivered so I could get to work on them,” he told her, walking up and handing her the copies of the light plans. DG wanted hearts reflected on the floor as people danced, this could have been done with the TDESPHTL but creating something new for the event made him feel useful. The Queen smiled again, a bit teasingly.
“So you could work on them Ambrose? Have you completed them or almost?” She questioned. Ambrose laughed lightly, color staining his cheeks.
“They are mostly complete, there is just a bit of tweaking to do,” he answered.
“That’s my Ambrose.”
Cain just sat back and watched the exchange between them, mainly watching Ambrose. With all the plans that had been going on, Cain hadn’t been able to talk to Ambrose much as of late. Cain didn’t really want to admit that he had missed the former head case but he had. The light red stain from his blush before still lingered on Ambrose’s cheeks, Cain frowned. Ambrose was embarrassed very easily but he hardly blushed and if he did it never lasted for this long. Something was wrong with Ambrose. Cain was only convinced more of this fact when Ambrose turned away from the Queen, covering his nose and mouth as he sneezed. The Queen frowned and Cain knew she noticed it too.
“Excuse me,” Ambrose said putting the sneeze off with a smile.
“Ambrose, are you feeling well?” The Queen questioned. Ambrose blinked, as if he were surprised by the question.
“Of course,” he answered. “Everyone sneezes now and then. It’s a way for the body to expel dust and other… my Queen, what are you doing?” While he had been speaking the Queen had stood and now was resting a hand on Ambrose’s forehead.
“You have a fever,” she stated. “Mr. Cain, will you escort Ambrose to his room?” Cain nodded, already standing.
“I’m fine,” Ambrose stressed. “Besides, I need to finish the DGBLPS.” At their clueless looks, he sighed. “DG Ball Lighting Projection System.”
“One of the other technicians can finish it, if you don’t go to bed now you will only end up sicker than what you will become if you go to bed now. Now, Mr. Cain, if you please,” the Queen said waving her hand slightly.
“O-other technicians?! Cain let go of me, I’m fine!” Cain ignored Ambrose’s protests, his hand holding tightly to Ambrose’s wrist as he pulled him from the room.
“Other technicians indeed!” Ambrose huffed as he exited his bathroom dressed in his night clothes. After getting the protesting man to his own bedroom, Cain had made him change into something more comfortable than the stiff uniform he always wore.
“Just give it up, sweetheart. Even if I did let you leave your bed, which I’m not, the Queen would put security on you until you’re better,” Cain told him as he pointed to the bed. Ambrose crossed his arms over his chest, Cain had to fight hard not to laugh, the man honestly looked like a pouting five year old.
“Fine, but I want it known that I am only going to bed under protest,” Ambrose stated.
“So noted,” Cain replied in an amused tone as he helped Ambrose adjust his covers and then claimed a chair that was in the room. While Ambrose had been changing, Cain had moved the chair closer to the bed. “You can drop the act, ya know. I noticed you were sick before the Queen did.”
Ambrose tried to glare at him but he knew that wouldn’t work with Cain, so he sighed and sank back against his pillows. His eyes drooped and he actually looked sick. Cain was almost amazed by the change. “If it were not for you she most likely would not have noticed and I could have finished DG’s project,” Ambrose stated.
“I wasn’t the one who sneezed. Get some sleep, sweetheart,” Cain replied. Ambrose gave him a mumbled reply as he fell asleep. Once he was sure Ambrose was asleep Cain stood and pulled the covers up around him better and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
Two days later Cain hummed along with the music that was playing in the ballroom as he carried his and Ambrose’s supper to Ambrose’s room. Spending the past two days with the sick man, even if he did sleep most of the time, had put him in a much better mood. When Ambrose did wake, they had caught up on all the talks that had been missed while planning DG’s party. The moment DG had heard that Ambrose was sick, she had appeared at the door to his room apologizing for running him ragged, she promised to make it up to him once he was feeling better.
When Cain opened the door to Ambrose’s room, he was greeted by the sound of coughing. The morning after Cain had put Ambrose to bed he had woken up with a cough and could hardly breathe out of his nose. Since then he had gone through a whole slew of handkerchiefs and another pile had been growing quite steadily on the floor beside his bed. Raw had been in and brought some herbs that helped Ambrose to breathe while he was asleep, he probably could have cured the man with a light touch, but the Seer seemed to think Ambrose needed the break. Cain agreed, so he didn’t mind listening to how to apply the herbs to the pale man’s chest.
“This soup will feel good on your throat and the cook put honey in the tea, it’s ‘posed to sooth the irritation,” Cain told him as he set the tray on the table next to the bed.
“I hate this,” Ambrose stated, although in his current condition it sounded more like ‘I ate his’.
“Just enjoy the rest, sweetheart.” Ambrose mumbled a reply but it didn’t make any sense to Cain.
“Cain…” Ambrose coughed and Cain gave him a sip of water to sooth his throat so he could talk before eating.
“What, sweetheart?” He questioned.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, right?” Cain nodded.
“Yeah, the party’s been going on for about an hour.”
“Your gift…” Cain raised an eyebrow.
“My gift?” Now it was Ambrose’s turn to nod.
“It’s over there in that cabinet. I did not know what you would really want, so I just did something from my heart,” Ambrose told him quietly.
Now Cain was curious so he went over to the cabinet Ambrose had pointed out and opened it. Cain picked up the piece of parchment that looked like it had been dyed the light red color that DG had been decorating everything in before the ball. Ambrose’s elegant chicken scratch, and yes there was such a thing because Cain was looking at it, listed ten reasons… that he… loved… Cain… Cain’s eyes widened as he read over the list.
1. You are always by my side
2. I can always count on you
3. You have the most beautiful blue eyes
4. You can make me laugh
5. I love how I miss you
6. I love how you never gave up on me
7. I love the way you can always find me
8. I love how it seems like we are the only two in the world
9. I love how you demand respect but are not controlling
10. I love how I just love you
Ambrose
P/S: I could make this list much longer, but I did not know if you would want to read it.
Cain looked back at Ambrose, who was staring down at the covers. Cain’s throat was tight with emotion as he walked back over to the bed. No one had told him that they loved him since Adora… Cain didn’t know if he loved Ambrose or not… but there was definitely a feeling there, something that made him jealous when the Queen set Ambrose up with one of the ‘lovely lady’s of the kingdom’, something that made him worry about the inventor, something…
Cain reached out and rested his hand on Ambrose’s, squeezing gently. Ambrose glanced up and then back down. Even with the paler hand resting on the bed, Cain could feel him trembling.
“Ambrose…” Cain whispered.
“You do not have to love me back, Cain,” Ambrose stated quickly.
“And I don’t know if I do,” Cain replied. He saw how Ambrose quickly blinked, trying to stop his tears. “But there is something there and if you’ll let me, I want to see where it will take me.” When Ambrose looked up, Cain leaned in and caught his lips in a light kiss. Ambrose gasped and Cain could have easily invaded his mouth but he didn’t push this just yet.
“Cain…” Ambrose whispered when he finally pulled away.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Ambrose.”
Two weeks later Ambrose whistled as he entered Cain’s room carrying a tray of food and a cup of tea laced with honey. It would seem that Cain had caught the cold Ambrose had had so now it was Ambrose’s turn to take care of him. Tired blue eyes met his own brown ones as he set the tray down on the table next to the bed.
“I have…” Cain coughed and Ambrose gave him a sip of water. “…something for you.”
“What do you have for me?” Ambrose questioned. Cain reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of folded parchment. He held it out for Ambrose to take. Ambrose gave him a questioning look as he took the folded parchment and sat in the chair beside the bed. Slowly, he opened the parchment and his eyes widened.
