Title: Divided
By: Midnight Unicorn

I've only seen the mini-series once, so forgive my mistakes. I haven't got a really firm grasp of any of the characters, so feel free to disagree with my portrayals, just don't expect me to change things. There will be both het and slash scenes later, though I don't know how graphic. I'll up the rating if I have to. Reviews are loved.

Glitch was a man in a dilemma. Now, he'd been in undesirable situations before, not the least of which was the removal of half his brain, but this was unique. It would have been easier if it were a life-or-death scenario as he had encountered frequently just a few weeks before, believe it or not, because then at least there are only two outcomes. In this particular case the variety of options was…let's say, troubling.

To be clear, Glitch was a man of two minds. Not in the philosophical sense; literally. Said removed half of brain has been reinstated, only the surgery didn't go quite as hoped for. Each hemisphere had been taxed in different ways and experienced different things; the memories stored no longer quite lined up. One mind was Ambrose, reserved, calculating and analytical, clever and realistic. The other was, well, was Glitch, with flighty attention and a carefree, loose-jointed attitude, moving from one moment to the next with a hope for something better.

But that's not even the real problem. The dilemma stems from the metaphysical heart which Ambrose tries to exclude from his decision-making process and was the only thing Glitch could really rely on but now confused him so thoroughly.

"D.G. would know what to do," Glitch sighed forlornly, leaning his elbows on his knees and his chin in his palms as he gazed at the mirror.

"I doubt it," replied his reflection. Logically, both halves knew the reflection was no different from the body, but it was easier to accept the conjecture of his mind in the subtle differences between them. "She's still just a girl."

"You're not offering any answers," Glitch pointed out blithely. "Maybe…no."

"No," Ambrose agreed without the need for vocalization. Both halves shied away from the idea of allowing Raw into their minds. The poor Viewer became distressed within minutes of picking up on Glitch and Ambrose's inner conflicts that had nothing to do with something so dicey as the heart. "I still don't see why you insist something must be done. All parties concerned are better of not knowing. It would change the dynamics of you relationships with everyone—"

"You're so afraid of change," Glitch burst out, jumping to his feet and turning around so he couldn't look at himself any longer. "You're making me scared! I wasn't half so cowardly when I was only myself in my head."

"Only yourself?" Ambrose repeated scornfully. "I was born to this body, you twit. By all rights, you should have been reabsorbed into my memories as an unwanted portion of my life."

"It was my life, too," Glitch retorted. "My life, my friends, for ten annuals. I'm not going to—"

"Arguing with yourself again, Ambrose?" the amused voice of Azkadellia startled him, each word rolling off her tongue like a caress.

"It's Glitch—Ambrose—Glitch." he replied in a sharp contrast of aborted vowels and abrupt lifts, bowing automatically as he spoke. "Sorry; sometimes I confuse myself."

"That's all right. Is there anything I can do to help?" Despite the self-assured manner she lived and breathed in, she was desperate to please everyone she could, fighting to prove she was different now.

"No, it's—well, I mean I can't really…" Ambrose was silent now and that was more disconcerting than his constant subliminal criticism. "Say, that is…I'm sorry, did you need something princess?" he bowed respectfully. Wait, hadn't he already bowed…?

Azkadellia smiled, seemingly unperturbed. "Not at all. I was concerned for you."

"Oh," he smiled with a childish lack of guile that came naturally to him. "Well, I'm okay. How are you? Are you allowed to leave the Island yet?" He immediately knew he should have put his foot in his mouth.

Her lovely face tensed briefly but the small curve remained in her red lips, telling him the slip was forgiven. "Not yet, but it's all right. I like it here."

"Yes, me too. It's nice. Cold, though," he added absently.

"It does get cold," she agreed quietly and for a moment they were silent, lost in their thoughts. "Oh, by the way, I heard Wyatt Kain is returning soon, and his son Jeb for the Longnight feast."

"Really?" His face lit up with happiness. "We'll all be together again, how wonderful! I wonder if D.G. knows. I must tell her…" And he was gone, leaving Azkadellia behind without a second thought.