A/N: A RorXOC fan fic for the ever awesome Watchmen, of which I do not own. Ditto for the rest of the chaps. I hope you all like it, please review.
A small girl sat by herself under the geo-dome playground equipment. She was playing doctor in the center, clutching a brown teddy bear.
"Let me take your pulse, Mr. Bear." She put two fingers on its arm and made a very stern nod.
"Hmmm... ok, let me check your forehead." A snicker sounded. Her blonde hair moved as she looked behind herself.
"Heyyy Abbyyy what's up?" the oldest one of the group of three said slyly.
"Playing Doctor...." she said quietly, turning back to her teddy patient, trying to ignore their laughter.
"What? You're being such a baby...." he stepped inside the dome and his friends followed suit.
"You're not going to be a doctor when you grow up, your blond and blonds are stupid. You have to be smart to be a doctor."
"So!" she cried indignantly, "You can be anything when you grow up so I can be a doctor if I want to!"
His friends ooohed at her defiance. The oldest grabbed her teddy bear and dashed for the outside. His lackeys stopped her pursuit. The boy held the bear over his head like a trophy.
"Uh Oh! Is the baby angry I took her baby-toy away?!" he said sardonically.
"Give it back, Michael!" she screamed. The blonde girl kicked one of the boys and ducked under one of the bars to get her beloved teddy back. Michael put an arm out and held her at a distance. She struggled against him as the boy she kicked came up behind her with a contorted face of fury.
"Stupid bitch!" The injured boy grabbed her glasses from her and kicked her back.
"Wait! No! Please, I can't see without those." She rose and reached out only to be shoved down again.
"Hey!" said a fiery haired boy walking up to the chaos. "Let her go!"
"Oooh! Hey look, its Walter coming to save his girlfriend!" said the oldest to his friends. No sooner had he finished his sentence, than Walter punched him in the face. He fell to the ground and put a hand to his chin. His friends rushed to his side and asked if he was okay.
"I'm telling!" the boy shouted while choking back a sob. They ran off.
The red head walked up and gave her glasses back to her. She placed them back on her head and looked upon the face of her hero. A pale face with freckles and dark colored eyes with short red hair that stuck out from his head looked down at her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Ye-Yeah...." she got up."Thank you." The boy named Walter turned to leave. The girl threw herself at him in a sweet embrace.
"Get off!" he wiggled away and ran from her. She watched him run off and hugged her teddy bear.
"I don't care if he has cooties, I still love him."