Promises

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Title: Promises
Characters/Pairings: DG/Cain
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death.
Summary: It was a promise he couldn't keep.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

So this is my first week in the fandom. Whoop! I wrote this while in my Engineering class this morning (read: I am NOT a writer) and the plot just wouldn't leave me alone. Constructive criticism is welcomed but seeing as how I'm not much of a writer I don't know how much use it'll go to. Thanks for reading!


There was a quick knock on the dark oak door which resounded throughout the hall before Jeb’s head through. "My Queen? Might I request a private audience with you?"

Queen Lavender stole a quick glance at DG on her left said. "We do not keep secrets in this throne, Mr. Cain, but please come in," she said with a smile.

Jeb entered the room fully, his shaking nerves obvious. He must have come to them straight from the front lines because he still donned his body armor and his pants were splattered with more than one donation of blood. "Your highnesses, we have secured the Eastern Front but it was not without a heavy cost; we lost more than fifty men… including Commander Cain," he finished softly.

DG rose from her seat in a flash, rushing to the young man, her blue eyes raging. "What do you mean you lost Cain? Where is he?!"

"I’m sorry Deej, really I-"

"Is this a joke? Because it isn’t funny!"

"I was there, D, I saw him fall…"

"Is he in his room? Did he send you here to scare me?" DG ran to the door, throwing it open before running down the stairs to Cain’s room in the palace. "Wyatt! Wyatt Cain you get out here this instant!" a tinge of hysteria creeping into her voice. "Cain!"

She knocked on his door before barging in and looking frantically for any sight of the ex-Tin Man. "Wyatt?" she cried softly upon finding it empty.

Jeb pulled her up into a hug as she cried harder into his shirt. "He can’t be gone. He can’t. He promised… He promised to come back to me…"

"I’m so sorry DG…" he whispered into her hair and she clung to him harder still. "It wasn’t a promise he could keep."