Disclaimer: Ownership is somewhat fragmented here – I do not own, but I do ship.

Author's Note: This may or may not have become apparent, but I am attempting something vaguely resembling a story arc with the Game Night series. I mean, I suppose they can still stand alone, but I do recommend anyone joining us now to go back and start at the beginning – the order is on my profile. Why did I not just put these all under one story? Because 'Clue' was supposed to be a onetime whim of a ficlet. A ficlet! Why the heck are my ficlets going story on me now? Whim de la whim de la whim. ARRRRRRGH! Well I'm having fun, are you?


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Wyatt Cain absolutely, positively was not playing this time. He had put his foot down. She could drag him halfway across the O.Z. for a picnic if she liked; she could make him babysit half a palace full of lordlings and courtiers in the process; hell, she could force a very wary and reluctant Jeb into one of her games if she wanted to, but not even the Crown Princess of the O.Z. could make him…make him…he was just going to stand over here is what he was going to do. Unlike the rest of the guards that had been roped into playing, he was going to keep a proper eye out for any Longcoat or witch…or lion or tiger or bear…or any threat that might think to…threaten…

He was certainly not going to watch as the spinning object left the princess' hand, sparkling like rainbows in the sunlight as is spun slower and slower and slower, stopping to p-…

…shatter into a million pieces as a thunderous bang echoed through the valley.

Courtiers and lordlings started up in a panicked outcry that was not unlike a flock of upset chickens, hampered slightly by the fact that the guards had tackled whoever was nearest for their own safety. A very relieved Jeb was re-emerging from behind the enormous picnic basket where he'd dived for cover at the first glint of sunlight off a revolver barrel. Princess Azkadellia sat peacefully sipping tea in a decidedly amused fashion while her sister…

…shook her jacket sleeve in order to dislodge glass shards that were almost as sharp as the glare she was leveling directly at…

…oh mobats, was he in trouble…