Aug. 16th, 2008 08:25 pm
The Lost and Found - Epilogue
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lovely_ambitionTITLE: The Lost and Found - Epilogue
Pairing: Jeb/DG, Ambrose/Cain, Ambrose/OC's
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: These characters are not the property of me.
Summary: When they put Ambrose's brain back in, he wasn't supposed to keep glitching and certainly not for days at a time. It's been three-plus days and Ambrose has strange coordinates on his hand.
Notes: Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lionille and koslorollo, who showed me that OC's can be wonderful when they're serving Our Fair Heroes' plot. If you would like to know what happens in the future of this 'verse, feel free to ask as I did leave it...well, you'll see.
PART 1: In which Ambrose is taken in by a couple, Ambrose has the coordinates to their house written on his hand, and a girl named Ella hates physics.
PART 2: In which Ambrose gets used to routine, is set up with a willowy-woman named Mara, and gets a surprise visitor.
PART 3: In which Ambrose endures interrogation by Cain Family and more visitors arrive.
PART 4: In which Ambrose takes steps to find himself and Jeb and DG want to die of humiliation.
PART 5: In which Ambrose is both disappointed by Richard and is a gigantic chicken.
PART 6: In which Ambrose does not like his chances at not having a gun fired at him, physics saves the day, and Cain isn't as young as he used to be.
Two Annuals Later
The telegram had asked him to be in the little town of Andress by Friday, but Ambrose had left early because he was getting tired of Ella constantly demanding to know if he was going to bring her back souvenirs to go with her diploma and oh, did he see her diploma and didn’t it match her graduation gown so nicely, and oh Ambrose, did you see my average? He always had to bite his tongue to avoid pointing out that it was his tutoring that had earned her those grades.
So instead of being there on Friday evening, he was there on Thursday morning and checking into the local inn, hanging around the counter until Cain returned from his delivery. His bag sat by the rustic pine chairs and Ambrose contented himself in asking questions about the local scenery.
“…with apples as big as your head. Really?” he asked, full of skepticism.
“That’s the lore, sir,” the front desk man sighed.
He might have been frustrated with Ambrose given that he had been asking questions constantly for the last five minutes and the apple one had come up three times now. He might have just been bored, but didn’t want to leave seeing as Cain was due back at any moment.
“Apples as big as your head, yes,” a new voice interrupted and drew Ambrose’s attention. He turned to find a blonde woman smiling at him from the mailboxes in the lobby, wandering closer with letters in her hand. “I’ve lived here since I was a teen and I can promise you, sometimes they’re even as big as a horse’s head. No lie.” There were little laugh lines around her blue eyes and they were crinkled with amusement currently as she looked Ambrose over. “I’m Lucy,” she greeted warmly. “Welcome to Andress.”
“Ambrose,” he introduced himself in turn. “I shouldn’t be here long, I’m just visiting a…” He and Cain had gone over this. They were exclusive, but they weren’t serious exactly. They dated occasionally and visited each other, but never talked about anything more than maybe taking the next step into seeing each other more often. For all of Jeb and DG’s poking and prodding, they were taking it at their own pace, which meant slow and steady. “Well, I guess a friend. A very good friend.” A friend Ambrose occasionally slept with.
Lucy just stared at him and then laughed. “You sure he’s a friend? You sound awful confused about it.”
“We’re awfully confusing together,” Ambrose easily replied. “Why shouldn’t our relationship be anything different?”
She just smiled warmly at him, leaning over to shake his hand while the front door chimed to alert another guest arriving. “Hey, sweetheart, you’re here ear…ly,” Cain started warmly, but trailed off and finished the sentence like he’d just had ice water splashed all over him.
Ambrose glanced over his shoulder to see Cain entering the lobby with the courier badge pinned to his coat, looking as pale as he possibly could, like he’d just seen a ghost.
“Lucy?” Cain exhaled.
Now Ambrose was stuck in the middle of a play where he didn’t know any of the lines. “Uh…Wyatt?”
Lucy just smiled pleasantly, looking between the both of them. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked, sweetly. Cain just staggered forward and before Ambrose could ask more questions or she could stop him, he was hugging her so tightly that there wasn’t an inch of space between them and he pressed a kiss to her head, breathing her name once more against the strands of golden hair. She tensed, shied away, and then glared at Cain with a look that could kill. “Who are you?” she demanded.
“Lucy,” he pleaded. “It’s me. It’s Wyatt,” he said. Ambrose recognized that tone. It was the ‘do or die trying’ one. And he still had no idea what was happening before him. Was she an old ex? From before Adora or maybe after? He would get his answer soon enough, it seemed, because Cain turned around to catch sight of Ambrose, to look Lucy in the eye once more, to press yet another kiss to her hair (even if she flinched, still). “Ambrose, this is Lucy Cain.”
“How did you know that name?” she asked anxiously.
“Because you’re my sister,” Cain exhaled, easing back and looking her right in the eye. “Do you remember me, at all?”
She shook her head slowly in the negative and Ambrose felt like something cold was pinning and pricking his heart. He knew that all too well and felt like he had to step in, say something along the lines of that being okay. This was the infamous sister thought dead for so many annuals and there she was, standing and breathing and beautiful.
“Lucy,” Ambrose exhaled. “Maybe we can get those memories back for you. Wyatt’s missed you a lot. Never shuts up about you.”
“Sorry I don’t know better,” she said, slightly skittish. “It’s just that they found me wandering the roads, not remembering who or where I was from. Only reason they knew I’m named Lucy Cain is because I had a necklace, I had…” Her fingers pried past the collar of her shirt and dug out a gold chain with her name on it. “I don’t know where I got it from,” she said apologetically to Cain.
“Mom,” he answered lightly, even if his eyes betrayed how much emotion was brewing beneath the surface. “Mom gave it to you when you turned twelve because you’d been asking for months.”
Cain couldn’t stop looking her over, but Ambrose was the one who took the step towards her.
“There’s a home out there,” Ambrose said quietly. “And maybe you don’t remember right now, but I bet you’d start to remember if you went there. They love you. Wyatt loves you. I’m not saying it has to be fast, not quick, not too much, but you should come home.”
After all, everyone needed a home where their family loved them just for who they were and maybe it had taken Ambrose a long time to get there, but he’d realized that the Cain home was his, too. That they loved him for who he was.
“Come home,” Ambrose encouraged gently. “You can find yourself, there.”
She was still staring at them like she was lost and maybe she was, Ambrose figured. Lost without memories was bad enough, but thinking you were all alone was even worse.
He had offered all he could and just watched that moment prolong – that awkward, painful, silent moment in which Lucy was deep in thought and Cain was hovering over the edge of anticipation and no matter the answer, Ambrose knew something was going to change right there and then, that their lives would never be the same.
Lucy looked up from her deep state of thought.
And the whole world shifted just to the right.
THE END
Pairing: Jeb/DG, Ambrose/Cain, Ambrose/OC's
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: These characters are not the property of me.
Summary: When they put Ambrose's brain back in, he wasn't supposed to keep glitching and certainly not for days at a time. It's been three-plus days and Ambrose has strange coordinates on his hand.
Notes: Dedicated to
lionille and koslorollo, who showed me that OC's can be wonderful when they're serving Our Fair Heroes' plot. If you would like to know what happens in the future of this 'verse, feel free to ask as I did leave it...well, you'll see.PART 1: In which Ambrose is taken in by a couple, Ambrose has the coordinates to their house written on his hand, and a girl named Ella hates physics.
PART 2: In which Ambrose gets used to routine, is set up with a willowy-woman named Mara, and gets a surprise visitor.
PART 3: In which Ambrose endures interrogation by Cain Family and more visitors arrive.
PART 4: In which Ambrose takes steps to find himself and Jeb and DG want to die of humiliation.
PART 5: In which Ambrose is both disappointed by Richard and is a gigantic chicken.
PART 6: In which Ambrose does not like his chances at not having a gun fired at him, physics saves the day, and Cain isn't as young as he used to be.
Two Annuals Later
The telegram had asked him to be in the little town of Andress by Friday, but Ambrose had left early because he was getting tired of Ella constantly demanding to know if he was going to bring her back souvenirs to go with her diploma and oh, did he see her diploma and didn’t it match her graduation gown so nicely, and oh Ambrose, did you see my average? He always had to bite his tongue to avoid pointing out that it was his tutoring that had earned her those grades.
So instead of being there on Friday evening, he was there on Thursday morning and checking into the local inn, hanging around the counter until Cain returned from his delivery. His bag sat by the rustic pine chairs and Ambrose contented himself in asking questions about the local scenery.
“…with apples as big as your head. Really?” he asked, full of skepticism.
“That’s the lore, sir,” the front desk man sighed.
He might have been frustrated with Ambrose given that he had been asking questions constantly for the last five minutes and the apple one had come up three times now. He might have just been bored, but didn’t want to leave seeing as Cain was due back at any moment.
“Apples as big as your head, yes,” a new voice interrupted and drew Ambrose’s attention. He turned to find a blonde woman smiling at him from the mailboxes in the lobby, wandering closer with letters in her hand. “I’ve lived here since I was a teen and I can promise you, sometimes they’re even as big as a horse’s head. No lie.” There were little laugh lines around her blue eyes and they were crinkled with amusement currently as she looked Ambrose over. “I’m Lucy,” she greeted warmly. “Welcome to Andress.”
“Ambrose,” he introduced himself in turn. “I shouldn’t be here long, I’m just visiting a…” He and Cain had gone over this. They were exclusive, but they weren’t serious exactly. They dated occasionally and visited each other, but never talked about anything more than maybe taking the next step into seeing each other more often. For all of Jeb and DG’s poking and prodding, they were taking it at their own pace, which meant slow and steady. “Well, I guess a friend. A very good friend.” A friend Ambrose occasionally slept with.
Lucy just stared at him and then laughed. “You sure he’s a friend? You sound awful confused about it.”
“We’re awfully confusing together,” Ambrose easily replied. “Why shouldn’t our relationship be anything different?”
She just smiled warmly at him, leaning over to shake his hand while the front door chimed to alert another guest arriving. “Hey, sweetheart, you’re here ear…ly,” Cain started warmly, but trailed off and finished the sentence like he’d just had ice water splashed all over him.
Ambrose glanced over his shoulder to see Cain entering the lobby with the courier badge pinned to his coat, looking as pale as he possibly could, like he’d just seen a ghost.
“Lucy?” Cain exhaled.
Now Ambrose was stuck in the middle of a play where he didn’t know any of the lines. “Uh…Wyatt?”
Lucy just smiled pleasantly, looking between the both of them. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked, sweetly. Cain just staggered forward and before Ambrose could ask more questions or she could stop him, he was hugging her so tightly that there wasn’t an inch of space between them and he pressed a kiss to her head, breathing her name once more against the strands of golden hair. She tensed, shied away, and then glared at Cain with a look that could kill. “Who are you?” she demanded.
“Lucy,” he pleaded. “It’s me. It’s Wyatt,” he said. Ambrose recognized that tone. It was the ‘do or die trying’ one. And he still had no idea what was happening before him. Was she an old ex? From before Adora or maybe after? He would get his answer soon enough, it seemed, because Cain turned around to catch sight of Ambrose, to look Lucy in the eye once more, to press yet another kiss to her hair (even if she flinched, still). “Ambrose, this is Lucy Cain.”
“How did you know that name?” she asked anxiously.
“Because you’re my sister,” Cain exhaled, easing back and looking her right in the eye. “Do you remember me, at all?”
She shook her head slowly in the negative and Ambrose felt like something cold was pinning and pricking his heart. He knew that all too well and felt like he had to step in, say something along the lines of that being okay. This was the infamous sister thought dead for so many annuals and there she was, standing and breathing and beautiful.
“Lucy,” Ambrose exhaled. “Maybe we can get those memories back for you. Wyatt’s missed you a lot. Never shuts up about you.”
“Sorry I don’t know better,” she said, slightly skittish. “It’s just that they found me wandering the roads, not remembering who or where I was from. Only reason they knew I’m named Lucy Cain is because I had a necklace, I had…” Her fingers pried past the collar of her shirt and dug out a gold chain with her name on it. “I don’t know where I got it from,” she said apologetically to Cain.
“Mom,” he answered lightly, even if his eyes betrayed how much emotion was brewing beneath the surface. “Mom gave it to you when you turned twelve because you’d been asking for months.”
Cain couldn’t stop looking her over, but Ambrose was the one who took the step towards her.
“There’s a home out there,” Ambrose said quietly. “And maybe you don’t remember right now, but I bet you’d start to remember if you went there. They love you. Wyatt loves you. I’m not saying it has to be fast, not quick, not too much, but you should come home.”
After all, everyone needed a home where their family loved them just for who they were and maybe it had taken Ambrose a long time to get there, but he’d realized that the Cain home was his, too. That they loved him for who he was.
“Come home,” Ambrose encouraged gently. “You can find yourself, there.”
She was still staring at them like she was lost and maybe she was, Ambrose figured. Lost without memories was bad enough, but thinking you were all alone was even worse.
He had offered all he could and just watched that moment prolong – that awkward, painful, silent moment in which Lucy was deep in thought and Cain was hovering over the edge of anticipation and no matter the answer, Ambrose knew something was going to change right there and then, that their lives would never be the same.
Lucy looked up from her deep state of thought.
And the whole world shifted just to the right.
THE END
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