In Search of a Dream: RogerxDorothy

By: Sakura

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Big-O and I making no money off this fic. No infringement intended.

* Dorothy's POV *

Emotion. A word I've never quite been able to understand. Though I have had a taste of what it might be like to experience true human emotion, I have had secret dreams of this for awhile now. I don't know if it's because of the appearance of Angel, a woman who appears to have her heart set on Roger Smith, the Negotiator of the city, and the master of this house, or because somewhere along the line, my technical father possibly unlocked the key on how to put emotion into androids.

My dream? To be completely human.

It may sound silly to you, but when you stop and think, my life is pretty dull and boring, seeming how all I do is wake up the 'louse' with the piano in the morning. But I suppose that is just a dream to behold, and nothing more. I guess it's time to go wake up Roger before Norman's eggs get cold again…this is the fifth time this week.

As I walk over to the piano, I spot something. It looks very much like a business card. I wonder what it could be this time…?

I should've suspected. Angel has been here again. How many names can that witch come up with? This one says 'Andrea Black', and it says she works as the secretary of some big cooperation. 'Yeah right. One more opportunity to snag Roger eh Angel?'

This is one more thing that confuses me. If hate and love are two such strong emotions in the world, how come I act like I hate Angel? I am I really capable of doing such a thing? I decide to push it away for now, as I know I cannot

Understand.

Do they sell wake-up pills? Cause Roger could use a whole bottle…

Continuing on to the piano, I pick up the sheet music to 'Canon in D Minor' and I begin to play. As per usual, Roger comes out in a grumpy rage complaining about my mocking real human music. I simply reply 'Your eggs are cold again. Or do you really prefer an alarm bell?'

He just grumbles and heads toward the kitchen. Will I never figure out strange human behavior? It seems I become more interested everyday. Perhaps this is the fueling for my dream…

I mind as well be going in after him as well. I will never learn. Just a whole morning of bashing.

* End Dorothy POV *

About fifteen minutes later, Norman was about ready to go get a stripped shirt labeled 'Referee'. 'Those two were made for each other'. The score was about even, but little did anyone, not even Roger himself, know was that the situation was about to get tremendously ugly.

Roger's face was literally labeled 'Irritated'. 'You know Dorothy, I've been wondering. Why do you continuously act human when you know very well you will never…'

Roger was cut off by Dorothy. 'Is that all you ever say, you horrible louse? Do you even know the meaning of the concept 'Android'?'

'Obviously not. But like I was GOING to say, I really doubt that you will ever be capable of emotion. You don't even understand what it means to dress properly! You call yourself android? I don't think so. You'd better evaluate yourself more carefully next time.'

No thought it possible, but Dorothy just stood there as if all of her circuits had been totally immobilized. If she were human, Norman was sure Dorothy would be in tears right now. 'How could you say that Roger? I'm just as capable as the rest of you of feeling emotion! It's just something I haven't quite mastered yet. Now if you'll excuse me…'

'But…'

'No buts…if you really want someone to cry to, why don't you go cry to that Angel woman of yours? You two seem to be soul mates.'

Truly knowing she had the last word, Dorothy, surprisingly calm, walked out the door of the mansion.

'Well Master Roger, it seems you've really done it now.'

'I'm not in the mood in case you've noticed.'

It was raining outside. Dorothy just sat there, almost looking dejected. Roger just couldn't understand. She could feel. She was sure of it now. Anger, Hate, and now Sorrow. Rain seemed to fit the mood perfectly.

Silently, the android stood up and began walking again. Still lost in her thoughts, Dorothy had no senses as to where she was going. And thus making the biggest mistake of her life: Running into Beck Gold.

'It's you!' Dorothy actually felt…fear.

'My my what a surprise. Actually I was just looking for you.' Beck said with an evil grin.

Inside, the non-existent human part of Dorothy was trembling. 'You- you were?'

'Yes. I've come to make you an offer you couldn't possibly refuse…'