Title: The Long Road Home
Summary: She knew instantly as her eyes locked on the spot above him that this was it, him or her, there was no both. So with that final thought she let go.
The words were on her tongue as she stared at the Tin Man across from her, he was talking to Jeb and yet she knew, he knew she was watching him but she couldn’t look away from his smiling face as he talked to Jeb. It had been two months since the fall of the witch and her and her family were on their way south to Finaqua, their true home.
They of course were traveling back with the remaining Royal Guard and the Resistance soldiers who were now the new Royal Guard. It was a few days travel and had already travelled two days; everyone was in happy spirits bar herself and her sister, which was something DG had to get used to.
She had parents and a sister, a sister who is suffering depression and night terrors because of her. Not only did this cause the guilt to churn inside, so did watching the others, knowing their tales. Because of her Glitch lost his brain, Az was possessed and suffered trauma, her real parents were split and Cain… Cain lost eight years because of her, had to watch for eight years – annuals – his wife and son die…
Guilt churned in DG, even now as Ahamo – her father – sat beside her laughing while her mother and sister retired for the night, Lavender… Lavender her mother, comforting Az at night.
With guilt came anger and sadness, anger because of how everyone was treating her frail sister, how they called her princess and sadness because her parents the robots she still loved with all her heart, in fact did not love her at all… they were only programed as such.
“DG sad, Raw feel DG pain.” Raw rumbled softly, sadly causing guilt to churn once more. “DG no need to feel guilt. Raw love DG. DG good person, good friend.” He whispered before leaving just as quickly as he came with none the wiser to what had been said.
“Tell me Spitfire, do you remember this?” Ahamo stated suddenly, slyly as he pulled the small instrument from the back at his feet. It was getting late and he had wanted to see if his daughter, the free spirit like he could remember the music of their home, Ahamo secretly wanted to hear the music of his home once again and he had taught DG when she was younger to play.
DG stared at the little musical instrument in his hands, painted bright yellow with her and her sister’s drawings on it.
To bring you sunshine each day daddy…
“To bring you sunshine each day…” She trailed off, her hand reaching out and wrapping around the neck of the Ukulele that he had commissioned long ago. She had nearly forgotten the memory, in fact she had but subconsciously she knew. Besides her drawing she would sit out on the roof in Kansas, her fingers strumming the cords. “What one?”
Ahamo smiled, his eyes flickering over the silent men as his daughter strummed casually. She hadn’t had a clue that she had drawn the silence of the men around her, had drawn the startling blue eyes of the Tin Man that accompanied her. Secretly he was pleased that the Tin Man was still here, pleased that she would be forever safe by his side. He and his Wife had discussed one night that they were glad that he would be a choice for a suitor, how could they not agree?
Wyatt Cain was a noble man with a heart of gold, whom had begun to love the slipper princess. They watched as their youngest fell in love, oblivious to it of course, so they let it be and just waited for the day they admitted it. To Ambrose it could take a while, calling Cain a stubborn Mule.
“Wonderful World.” He said simply, giving her a soft smile as her hands changed the tune. It had been too long since he had heard this song, had heard her sing and he wanted to know if her voice was just as sweet as it was when she was a young girl.
“I see trees of green, red roses too… I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.” She sang, the words soft as a feather floating in the breeze.
Cain stilled, his eyes locked upon the woman who had saved him, not once but twice. Once from the Iron Maiden he had been locked into and the other time from himself, she had been his redemption and he was slowly beginning to realise that… No he had realised it the night he didn’t kill Zero, her voice being the one of reason in his mind.
“I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night, and I think to myself what a wonderful world.”
He let her voice wash over him like waves, easing the ache that seemed to settle in his heart over the last few days. He had hardly gotten the time to speak to her, stealing glances when he could while he and his son led the royal guard to Finaqua.
“Why don’t you talk to her?” Jeb asked as he studied his father’s face, seeing the familiar softness in his eyes that he once had for his mother.
He was glad to see his father this way, though still in pain and suffering from night terrors, his name, his mothers and DG’s spilling from his pained whispered cries. Yet, he had seen how cold his father was becoming, not in the sense of evil but in the sense of sadness, he was closing off from the world once more.
Turning his head to his son Cain sighed. “I can’t, not until Finaqua and I hope then I can.” He explained before wincing. “Jeb…”
“Father, mother would want you to be happy, I do too and if that is at DG’s side then that’s all the more better. I like her, she’s got spirit and she’s sad too. Talk to her tomorrow, she likes to linger at the back with the Viewer.” With that Jeb got up, gave his father’s shoulder a squeeze and headed to the tent, letting the princesses voice wash over him.
“I hear baby’s crying and I watched them grow, they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world.” DG finished off, her eyes snapping up in an instant, a blush flushing her cheeks as she saw all eyes on her.
“Thanks.” She whispered to her father, handing him the Ukulele before getting up and rushing to her tent. She had insisted to sleep alone in the smallest tent they had, still not used to the luxury. She was a simple farm girl who loved to draw and fix up old machines.
Cain followed her with his eyes as she disappeared into the safety of her tent before snapping a fixed glare at the soldiers before him, holding back the smirk as they picked up their conversations.
Tomorrow… He would speak to her tomorrow…
And I think to myself what a wonderful world…
Author Note: Enjoyyyyy!