Disclaimer: I would be happy if I could own this but I can't so I don't – and hey, I'm happy anyhow, thus my non-ownership of Tin Man proves that happiness is not found in material goods. Lala lala la la la.

Author's Note: So, when I posted Jenga, I mentioned that someone had suggested Yahtzee and my only thought was 'what the heck am I supposed to do with that?' Uh-huh, yup, that very night as I crawled into bed, the idle thought of what the heck can I do with Yahtzee wandered once more across my brain – and muse replied 'this.'


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Cain contemplated the dice as they bounced and skittered across the table. Or rather, he watched the hand hovering over them, making careful selections as to which die to leave and which to retrieve. The hand attached to the slender arm that led back to the princess, whose bright smile and dancing blue eyes laughed with her opponents even as she challenged them to a friendly war…

Blinking, the Tin Man refocused on the dice.

He didn't know what was wrong with himself these days, but he was beginning to reconsider his disdain for these games of chance. It gave him the opportunity to think – almost uninterrupted – allowing him to analyze just what the hell was going on in his head and ponder the Crown Princess as she shook the dice container and made another cast…

Shaking himself abruptly, Cain scowled. That was happening far too often of late and, as far as he could tell, had only been getting worse. He was twitchier than a witch in a thunderstorm, had developed a tic of going for his revolver at the slightest unexpected sound or flicker of movement, and he'd noticed lately that his slightest glance had, for some reason, the instant effect of making even the most battle toughened, diehard bodyguard blanch in fear. Never mind that nervous habit he'd acquired recently of checking for the exits the moment the Consort walked into the room…

The youngest princess' crow of triumph registered against his senses as she scribbled down her score and the distracted Tin Man tried to pinpoint the source of his problem. It seemed so…familiar somehow. Like an old memory coming back to visit him. Almost like he was a teenage boy again, tripping over himself to impress Adora and knowing all too well he was far, far out of his league…

Distantly he became aware that someone had been calling his name repeatedly. DG was holding out the cup of dice and Cain reached forward automatically to take it from her. Their fingers brushed, incidental contact that slammed through his system like a jolt from a lightning rod. The Tin Man had the curious sensation of half his brain being rammed back into place so hard it knocked him out a window into a frozen epiphany.

Almost like he was a teenage boy again…

Yahtzee!