Hiya everyone, this is Jen and Suzy, we are boo's - best friends and we came up with this story together. We hope you will enjoy this, it's for all you Roger X Dorothy fan's. This is my first Big O fanfic and my first joint effort in a fanfic.
Disclaimer: We/I don't own Big O. We/I do not own the song "and forever."
Love is never easy.
Chapter one.
A song to pierce the heart.
The rain pattered melodically, against the windows of the mansion. There was no sun in the sky and the clouds hovered dauntingly over Paradigm City. Dorothy sat at the large piano, playing a nameless tune that she'd known all her life. She never knew it's identify and sometimes she'd sing along - with words that she could not recognise.
'Hmmmm, hm, hmmm, so all alone.'
Her metallic voice sounded soothing as her sang. It was seemed like her singing melted away the rough in her voice.She stopped and tried again; not matter how many times she'd begin to remember - the words never came to her. Like she was trying to reach to the brightest star, however availed in every attempt.
She breathed intensely and began again. The melody came to her suddenly, swiftly, rapidly. Soon came the words, so natural - natural as the morning sun and the birds morning song, that greeted the new day.
'Sometimes I feel, so all alone,
Finding myself calling your name.'
Despite her believing to be alone, Roger entered through the front door, as soon as she began again. After a moment, he also heard the pleasant mantra coming from upstairs. Without realising he began to sing as Dorothy stopped.'When we're apart, so far away,
Hoping it's me that you're thinking of.'
As he sang, he gave Norman his key's and walked passed him to get a drink.Meanwhile, Dorothy sang the next line,
'Could it be true, could it be real?'
Roger sang with her, as if he knew exactly when to commence.'My heart says that you're the one.'
They sang together, Dorothy halted and continued to play.'There's no one else, you're the only one for me,'
he climbed the stairs as in a wondrous trance. He gracefully took a sip from his glass and entered the room where Dorothy played.'Yes this time our love's the real thing,'
they neither acknowledged one another's presence or felt awkward about singing together. It almost seemed as if they'd hadn't even noticed.They continued jointly, ' Never felt that love is so right.
The world seemed such an empty place
,We need someone we could give our all.'
'Baby it's you,'
Dorothy added.'You,'
Roger seemed to answer he comment, then they came together.'We'll be together now and forever.'
Dorothy played a soft, beautiful interval that filled the room with a heavenly creative air.'Could it be true?'
She sang with such power and emotion.'Yes it's true.'
Roger answered with the same force that she had questioned with. Though they hadn't realised that either of them were there, it was also like their unconscious mind's were sending each other messages.'Could it be real?
My heart says that you're the one.'
'There's one no else, you're the only one for me.'
Roger added again.'Yes this time our love's the real thing.
Never felt that love is so right.
The world seemed such an empty place
,We need someone we could give our all.'
'Baby it's you,'
'it's you.'
Roger continued to stare out into the city, densely lost within his blank thoughts.'We'll be together now and forever.'
Dorothy played her whole soul into this piece, as it climbed and grew in notes and in profound force.They repeated once more, 'never felt that love is so right.
The world seemed such an empty place,
We need someone we could give our all.'
'Baby it's you.' Suddenly, she spoke lushly.
'It's you,'
As did he.'we'll be together now and forever.'
Dorothy softly played the end and finished. They both sighed and felt their minds come back into focus.Roger leaned against the window and breathed deeply, he'd never felt like that - he almost felt a stranger to himself, hearing and seeing nothing. Apart from that entrancing song.
Dorothy placed her hands on the side of the piano, feeling everything Roger had just felt. The utter confusion rendered her dizzy. She placed a hand on the head and breathed deeply, as if to catch her thoughts again.
She soon felt better and looked over to the window; Roger was there, staring bewildered at the small droplets that hit the window pane.
"Roger." He suddenly came to and turned to face her at the piano.
"Yes Dorothy?" He could still feel his head spinning from moments ago.
She stared at him with her usual bare expression, "I didn't hear you come in." Rogers eye's widened.
"Really?" He felt utterly puzzled, he couldn't figure out why she hadn't noticed him entering the room. Then again, the only last thing he remembered was coming through the front door.
"Yes, I didn't hear you? Did you hear the song I just played?" She asked placing her hands in her lap.
Roger pushed back his confusion and smiled blissfully at her, "yes; it was a lovely song Dorothy." He walked up to her and gently patted her on the head.
"Why did you pat my head, Roger Smith?" He jumped back slightly, truth was - he didn't even know the answer to her enquiry.
"I'm; not sure." He tried to smile and dodge her question.
To his surprise, he caught a glimpse her smiling - suddenly he heard some one come up the spiral stairs.
"Master Roger, would you like me to prepare dinner for you sir?" Roger replied swiftly,
"Yes Norman." He was about to leave when he looked at Dorothy.
"Dorothy, could you do something for me?"
"Yes, what is it Norman?" She stood from the piano chair and slowly walked toward Norman. He allowed her to walk down the stairs first and so they both left Roger to his own thoughts.
'What was that song all about? I just remember walking through the door and then I blanked. When I came to; I was standing at the window, hearing the last notes of Dorothy's piece, with a glass of wine in my hand.' He ran his hands sleekly through his hair and loosened his tie. Suddenly, he began to rub his throat.
'God, I haven't been shouting today, it's against my rules in negotiations.' He took another sip of his drink and sat on the sofa, spreading out he leaned back and placed his glass on the floor. He briefly closed his eye's and became shrouded by sleep.
As soon as he closed his eye's, imagery of Dorothy flashed through his mind.
Her face,
Her eye's,
Her smile.
He woke with a jolt and flung forward. He sat there for a moment and breathed gradually.
'Why on Earth am I dreaming of Dorothy? Why can't I remove that image out of my mind? The image of her smile.' He placed his face into his hands and remained there for several minuets. Purging his mind to think of something else, but try as he did - Dorothy was still on his mind.
He groaned and decided that he needed some refreshing air.
He went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, Norman was chopping carrots and the room smelled of sweet herbs. He looked around and noticed Dorothy wasn't there.
'Man! I'm still thinking about her!' He moaned mentally; Norman noticed the distress in his eye's.
"Master Roger, are you okay?" Roger raised his eyebrows and responded.
"Yes, I'm fine. Huh, where has Dorothy got to then?" He looked around the room worriedly.
"Oh, I sent Dorothy on an errand." He nodded and began to walk out the door, informing Norman as he left.
"Sorry Norman But I'm going out for awhile, I'm not sure when I'll be back." Norman bowed and answered back.
"I assure you sir, dinner will be ready upon your return."
Roger was just reaching his car when he noticed something pink in the passenger seat. He sighed and rolled his eye's. He got inside and placed his hands on the wheel.
"You claim to be an Angel, however you consistently commit breaking and entering. Well, I'm I going to have to kick you out, or will you leave willingly?" Angel laughed in her high toned manner.
"Roger Smith, what ever happened to your credo?" She giggled giddily.
"I've told you before, you are an exception to that credo." She then remained silent for a while. Neither of them moving or saying a world. No noise was heard, it was as if the whole of Paradigm awaited one of the parties to respond.
"Very well, but I did intestinally come out here to be alone." Angel laughed by his mellow and almost angry tone.
"Well, no one likes to be alone." Roger sighed in defeat and turned on the engine.
The rain still poured heavily around the town on the late evening. Dorothy walked out of the mechanics store with a pale oil in one hand and a note from Norman in other hand. As she read down the list, she only needed brake fluid for Roger's car.
She walked passed countless others in the street, each of them held an umbrella. She suddenly remembered something Roger had told her.
'Some people like to go out in the rain without an umbrella; that's what it means to be free.' She felt joyful to remember his whimsical words. Even if should couldn't remember her own memories, she had no need to remember them because she was happy with her recent memories.
Roger's first attitude toward her could be described as harsh at times but lately he had been pretty mild. She had felt something special between them, from the very moment they met. Despite Dorothy having these feelings, it was all new to her and she couldn't recognise what they meant. However it didn't help when, the second he found out she was an android - he went completely sour toward her.
'Why can't I stop thinking about that louse, Roger Smith. He just sees me as an android anyway, he'd never understand my feelings. Though I'm not too sure about them myself.' She continued to walked down the street, when something that sparkled had caught her eye.
She turned to a jewellers shop window, inside laid a glistening, sliver chained bracelet. On it was a small diamond that glittered bright, like a star that had just been born.
Something deep within drew her to that bracelet, as it laid upon a silk stand.
Suddenly a slim, tall man moved toward the window and pick up the trinket and took in over to the desk. She watched the stunning jewel slip away from her sight, she gasp.
It was Roger at the desk; with Angel.
Roger scanned each ring, each necklace and each ear ring. Every diamond, gem and jewel but none of them stood out. It was like he was searching through a mountain of coal, longing for the most supreme diamond that laid somewhere beneath him.
Angel walked around the shop, staring at every shiny, precious stone that caught her eye. Once she'd seen enough she began to moan.
"Why did we come here again?" Roger sighed as trying to make a point.
"I came here, you followed remember?" Angel laughed and walked toward him, pinching his cheek and replying.
"No silly, I came with you in the car." She giggled and walked around again. Roger gritted his teeth; 'hard' and continued to search the cabinets.
Suddenly the clerk came forth; carrying a silk lined cushion and laid upon it was the most exquisite bracelet he'd ever laid his eye's on. His breath stopped roughly in his throat, he was stunned by it's captivating shade of purple.
'It's; the same colour as Dorothy's eyes! I have to buy it for her.' He gradually managed to remove his gaze from it and give the clerk his card. He placed his hands gently against the counter and started to breathe normally.
The clerk soon returned and passed Roger the large, thin, velvet box. He opened it again, however this time, Angel saw it.
"Aw Roger, you shouldn't have!!" She swiped it from the box and placed it on her dainty wrist. Admiring it with an awe, it sparkled even in the dimness of lights and reflected on her face. She walked up to Roger and hugged him.
Dorothy felt a harsh pain pierce her heart, seeing her move so intimately close to Roger. She placed a hand on her chest - she had no memory of this pain. It felt like someone had cut open her soul and left her to bleed slowly. To feel everything inch of her body; weaken and weaken till she seized to function. Tears fell from her eye's, tears of a crushed heart, tears that represented her leaky soul.
Unable to withstand any more, she forlornly walked away.