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Fic: Trigger

Title: Trigger
Rating: PG
Characters: Glitch/Cain
Summary: Glitch has a run-in with a local.

Following the soft hush of running water, Cain made his way through the dark suite, flicking on the bedside light as he passed.

He leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching for several moments as Glitch gingerly cleaned the blood from his split lip. It was swollen, as was the bridge of Glitch’s nose. Cain made a mental note to fetch a towel full of ice in a while. “I told you to go see Raw.”

Glitch shot him a dark look through the mirror. “It’s nearly two in the morning,” he replied, adjusting the cloth in his hand and putting it under the clean water again. “Besides, I don’t deserve a quick fix.”

“Might be right about that,” Cain sighed, slipping past Glitch’s hunched form and over to take a seat on the closed toilet lid.

“You should have seen the other guy,” Glitch quirked a half-smile then grimaced as it pulled in his torn skin.

Cain rested his elbows on his knees, studying Glitch from the side. “I did,” he responded after a long moment. “They had to put him in an empty cell because he was still unconscious. It’s only because of your connections that you’re not in the next cell over.”

“Well, he brought it on himself,” Glitch mumbled menacingly, glaring at his own reflection. He turned his glare on Cain, pointing at him with the soiled cloth. “If you expect me to feel bad for what happened, then you’re out of luck. That...that idiot of a bouncer had the nerve to deny me entrance. Me, the very person in charge of escorting D.G. into that club. I couldn’t very well stand by while she went in ahead of me!”

“I understand that,” Cain said calmly. “So she didn’t notice you got stopped at the door?”

Glitch shook his head carefully, wetting the cloth one more time before turning off the tap. He leaned heavily on the counter with one hand. “No,” he answered. “I think because none of the other places she dragged me around to had said anything, she assumed this one would let us both in without question.”

“So what? You just decided to kick your way in past the guard?”

Flinching, Glitch sagged and turned, sliding down the narrow patch of wall between the sink and the doorway until he was sitting on the floor. His jacket had been discarded in the entry hall, so he was left in his dark, plum-colored shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and Cain caught sight of a bruise forming on one wrist. “It didn’t happen that way,” Glitch finally said. Resting his head back against the wall, Cain got a better view of the damage to Glitch’s face from the fight. There was another bruise forming near his temple, half-hidden by his hair.

“So tell me,” Cain implored, refusing to move until he heard the whole story, though every nerve in his body wanted to go to Glitch, to hold him and fix him and make him stop shaking.

“He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back,” Glitch started, his eyes distant as he recalled the incident. “Said my kind wasn’t welcome there.” He snorted derisively. “Like I haven’t heard that before. So I shook him off, explaining that the young lady I was escorting had already entered and I needed to catch up. He didn’t believe me, naturally. I’m just a zipperhead, what would I be doing with a woman.”

Cain sat up, leaning an elbow on the counter and resting his head on it. “So then you hit him?”

“No,” Glitch snapped. “I may only have half a brain, but I know enough not to resort to violence at the first sign of an insult.”

“What happened next?”

Glitch fiddled with the wet, bloodstained cloth in his hands, bringing it up to check that his lip wasn’t bleeding again. “I reached for my pocket to find my identification and he grabbed me.”

“So then you hit him,” Cain cut in again.

“No!” Glitch fumed, throwing the cloth up onto the counter heatedly. “I told him to take his hand off my arm.”


Glitch shifted, gazing at the floor. “He did,” Glitch replied softly. “He moved it off my arm and took hold of my zipper instead.” He touched the back of his zipper self-consciously.

Cain straightened, all the rage he had been holding back threatened to boil over the surface. The urge to drive back down to the city jail and continue what Glitch had started was nearly overwhelming. “Son of a bitch.”

Looking up with a touch of pride in his eyes, Glitch finished. “So then I hit him.”

“I can imagine,” Cain said through a clenched jaw. He slipped down to the floor and settled down next to Glitch’s bent knees. Resting one hand on Glitch’s forearm, he spoke softly. “You didn’t know you’d attacked him until they pulled you off him, did you?”

Glitch looked up, startled. “No, I didn’t,” he admitted. “How’d you know?”

“Because I know you,” Cain answered. “You’re a good man, Glitch. The only time you’d lose it like that is if something set you off – the need to protect yourself, or someone close to you. Your unconscious mind saw him as a threat and you acted accordingly. No one can blame you for that.”

“I’m pretty sure that guy will blame me for that,” Glitch winced. “What’s going to happen now?”

Cain scooted closer, drawing Glitch to him until he felt long arms slide around his waist. He tucked Glitch’s head against his shoulder, stroking his back until the trembling faded. “The bouncer will be charged with assault and obstruction of royal affairs. You were acting in self-defense and in the best interests of the safety of your charge. I’m sure D.G. will back you up.”

Glitch relaxed with a heavy sigh. “You should have seen her face when she came out with everyone else to see what the commotion was about. I was sure she was going to set fire to the guys holding me back.”

With a short huff of a laugh, Cain pulled back and pressed a light kiss to the bruise forming on Glitch’s temple. “Come on,” he coaxed, standing up and offering Glitch a hand. “Get changed and into bed. I’m going down to the kitchen to get some ice for your face.”

“That bad?” Glitch pulled himself up with a groan, glancing in the mirror one last time before being led away.

Cain ran his thumb down the pale skin of Glitch’s cheek, meeting his eyes. “Nah,” he smiled, then gave Glitch a tiny brush of a kiss on the lips. “You should see the other guy.”





( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 31st, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
*squee* Gliiiitch. No jury in the world, sweetheart.

This is a nummy little thing, dear, I can completely see it happening too. ALSO Cain in cop-mode, I've suddenly decided I have a Thing for it. Must happen more often *makes note to self*

Thank you! ♥
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:11 am (UTC)
*gets off my lazy ass and replies* THANK YA, DEAREST! :D I totally agree - Cop!Cain is a serious thing that we need to explore more fully.
Aug. 31st, 2009 10:21 pm (UTC)
I have to say my fave part about this was the repeated "You should see the other guy." I don't know why but it really just made me small.

Like kseda I can totally see this happening. :D
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:12 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you! I do have a kind of habit of doing that line-repeat-for-effect in these things, don't I? *grin* Thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it!
Sep. 1st, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
meep! Oh, poor Glitch!

I like how most of this story takes place in the small enclosed space of the bathroom, and the main event is told in flashback, through Cain skillfully coaxing the tale out of Glitch. Most effective! Also, wow, can you ever paint a vivid picture full of details - the whole thing about Glitch tending to his injuries, and looking at Cain via the mirror, and everything. *admires*

Oh, and Cain... wake up Raw? Please?

Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:17 am (UTC)
*hugs you* Oooh, you are so wonderfully kind with your insights and the way you just...notice these things! I'm so glad you pick up on the "big picture" as well as the little details - the enclosed space has the feel of an interrogation room, that same claustrophobic feeling. The whole thing with Glitch in the mirror is a part of it - mirrors tend to make rooms feel bigger, as well as taking away the "personal" connection of actually looking at someone. He was fixated on this, by keeping his gaze on Cain through the mirror while he was still angry, but when he admitted defeat and lost his edge, he turned and looked at Cain for "real."

Or something.

*grins and sends Raw in just for you*
Sep. 1st, 2009 02:04 am (UTC)
*nods* Well-played...
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
*bows* Much obliged!
Sep. 1st, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
Gleep! Oh, Glitch! *wants to hug him, but leaves that up to Cain* I'm so glad Cain was determined to get the whole story out of Glitch and in such a tactful way. *giggle* It reminded me of the moment in Trouble with Tribbles when Kirk is trying to get Scotty to tell him who threw the first punch in the brawl and why. *GRIN*
Sep. 2nd, 2009 12:20 am (UTC)
Awww! :D Thank you so much for reading!! You know, now that you mention it I can see that! I always wondered why Kirk was such an ass making them all stand there, bleeding and bruised. It's been forever since I watched that, but I totally see what you mean! Heee!
Sep. 3rd, 2009 01:59 pm (UTC)
You're welcome! *grin* Well, Kirk had explicitly told his crew they were not to fight with the Klingons and look what happened! Naturally he'd be pissed and want answers.
May. 13th, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
First of all, LOVE the story. :) I got a little annoyed with the "and then you hit him" for Glitch's sake, but I understand that Cain was just trying to piece the story together. :) That rat bastard who grabbed Glitch, and by the /zipper/ no less, should thank his lucky stars that Cain has self-control. I've always thought of Glitch's zipper as belonging to Cain a little...maybe the right to touch it falls to him alone (outside of Glitch, of course).

Second, I ADORE that your last comments referenced STAR TREK! LOVE that show, and the fandom. ;)
May. 13th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
Yay!! :D I love that you loved it! This one was particularly interesting to flesh out, having to keep Cain in "cop" mode until he got the story out of Glitch. I like to think that he was treating Glitch like a man (which can occasionally slip from us in this fandom!). And yes - Cain's protectiveness and proprietory feelings eventually won out. *grin*

...and there's always a way to bring it back to Trek. :D

Thank you so much!!
May. 13th, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
So....I feel like I've gone through all of your Tin Man fics....when's the next one coming out? ;) I'm a little addicted.
May. 13th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Ha! Wow, if you've made it through the whole master list, I'm really impressed! That's a lot of stuff!! Um - well, there were two new short ones this week. One massive AU is in the planning stages still - it's a reworking of what used to be "Common Enemy" and continues that intended storyline. I haven't quite got a strong "feel' for it yet so it isn't really started yet, but it is definitely in the works! Other than that - who knows? *grin*
Dec. 15th, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC)
Scrolling back through myold email pile atLJ iread this and couldnt stop snickerin. Ah, just so....'smirk'.Youknow! Very well written,Ilike the way the description of events and exposition are so effortlessly knit together!
Dec. 16th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)
Re: Story
Heee! Why, thank you so much! I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed it - this one was fun to piece together, it was a very visually driven thing. Thank you for taking the time to let me know, I love comments! :D
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