Disclaimer: Soon…soon I shall have the money for ownership like things – maybe not for the ownership of Tin Man, but ownership of stuff (a new computer would be good – yes, again, I know, I have bad luck with these things) regardless…

Author's Note: I'm doooooooooone! No, not the Game Night Series, university. At long, long, long last my eternal studentship is over. Now all I have to do is take the national exam and I can become a productive member of society…drat.

PS Yes, Lcsaf, Queen Isabella, I do realize I said I wasn't going to do this game, but, as it turns out, once muse got over being indignant about it having been done, she decided she liked a challenge…


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Wyatt Cain hadn't meant to do it; truly this hadn't been his plan at all, but rather a complete and utter accident. There wasn't a man in the Realm that could doubt that the Tin Man's first priority was the Crown Princess' health and happiness – and if anyone did, well, Cain was just gonna hafta shoot 'em.

Besides he'd given up on any chance of winning anyhow.

Or at least so he'd thought – and so probably had DG – he'd seen the triumph glittering her eyes as she charged headlong into the line…

…just a fraction of a second after the Tin Man's hand had clamped down implacably on his teammate's own in a crushing grip…

…because he realized in that infinite moment that beyond anything, he wanted to keep her…

…though, in retrospect, solidly clotheslining the princess probably hadn't been the best way to go about it…