Title: 101 Ways Cain and DG are Found Out

Characters: C/DG, everyone else eventually

Timeline: Post eclipse, mostly established C/DG

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Rating: M to be safe for later

Summary: Drabbles and Oneshots of different scenarios of how C/DG could be found out by the rest of the OZ

A/N: So sorry for my ridiculously long absence from posting. All my muse can spit out anymore are these lovely snippets. So here goes my first drabble/oneshot/fic-of-ridiculousness…C/DG of course! They should be stand alones, or otherwise noted as multi-part. Others are longer, I promise.

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"Caaaiiiiiiiiiiiiin…" her voice sounded from the opposite side of the room.

"Whaaaaaaaat?" he asked mimicking her whine while never taking his eyes off of the paperwork in front of him.

"Are you done yet?" she asking for what was clearly not the first time.

Cain looked up quickly, a scowl on his face.

"No. And having you prancing around in nothing but a towel isn't exactly helping my concentration…" he seethed in a stage whisper.

She put her hands on her hips.

"I do not prance."

"Pfff," the viewscreen across from Cain disagreed.

Cain glanced at it, embarrassed at being overheard, before looking back to the paper in front of him.

A moment passed before a towel was suddenly blocking his vision. Or more precisely, thrown at his head.

As it fell away from his face, his stricken expression moved with a comedic slowness up to the viewscreen in front of him. He blinked once, hesitating before addressing the other party of the current conference call he was partaking in.

"It appears I'm…needed elsewhere, Your Majesty…"

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A/N: 3 Oh Cain…I've missed you…