I don't own AF. But . . . about the fic . . .I dunno. I thank god for the people who who made new stories. The whole "99" thing was totally pissing me off. Which is why i wrote this. So . . . review for the CDO?
You stop the tape.
You look at him. The curve of his face, the furious fingers, still, but buzzing with kinetic energy turned potential. You think of the math problems about this phenomenon to stop the tears rising in your eyes.
You watch his eyes. They were always your favorite feature of his. Kind, and soft, but intellectual and calculating, with the slightest hint of childlike wonder.
You wish you had the right to look into those eyes everyday. But, you forfeited that right long ago.
You play the tape again- slowly though, so you can watch and take in all the details. He keeps typing and you see the data. It's strangely familiar . . .
He is hacking you! That filthy centuar is hacking you! Then you remember, he has every right to. You're enemies. You're supposed to hate each other.
Oops, you think.
You speed to the present time, a few minutes from the time you were watching. Time wasted as you ogled.
You see that he has sufficiently hacked into your security tapes.
He is watching you, watch him. His face lights up in surprise.
He waves.
You almost wave, but then you remember. You are the villain. You're the one who made the canyon between you two. It's your fault you can't wave back, and giggled. It's your fault he isn't sitting beside you.
So, you scowl, and begrudgingly wave. Or so you make it look.
He makes a connection.
"I hacked you," he says.
You nod. "I will have to fix that." You answer, but, really, you don't mind.
He shrugs, his hair jumping beneath the silver crown. "I'll just crack it again," He says. You know. You let him. If you really, really tried to keep him out, you would. But, then again, you hate to see him disappointed.
"Of course you will," You say, as if you are doubtful. You are not.
"Goodbye," He says. You hear Root's thundering footsteps coming down his hall.
"Goodbye," You say. You wish you didn't have to.
You recorded the entire conversation. You look for a place where he is smiling at you.
For once in a long while, you feel free to smile at him.
You feel sad that this is only a picture, not him. Then again, you gave up the right to smile at him long ago. Everything else, that stolen interaction moments ago, wasn't yours to be had.
It was Cabaline's. She, that horrid goat, had no right, either, to steal a taken man!
You keep forgetting. He was never yours. You don't have the right.
But . . . if you have no right to the one you love, what do you have the right to?