Summary: What goes through Dee Dee Sandoval's mind after the drugs wear off
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story though I think that they have been seriously mistreated by umm...who ever the hell makes EFC. I must admit though I know as much about season 1 as I know about astrophysics so if I've messed up any facts its really not on purpose. I have no idea how long Sandy was working for the Taleons before Boone came along so I just guessed sorry if its wrong just don't sue me I'm poor enough as it is.
A Little Note of Explanation: I wrote this on the bus coming back from school. Yes school. So that tells you how much I was thinking at that point it's worse than a gummy worm high. Any way I always thought the way that
Dee Dee ended up hating Sandy (in the what was it the third season?) was totally bogus so I wrote this after about a whole fifteen minutes of thought on how I think DD would really feel. I hope you like it.
Hell With Better Furniture
When the drugs finally wore off and my mind cleared I started to hate the Taleons for what they had done to me, then I started hating Ron. He had sentenced me to a living hell. Constant drug intake had made me doubt some times that I really was sane. I was all alone not able to talk, to walk, or even think straight. My emotions controlled my actions not my own. I played no part in my own life for two whole years and it was the man I loved who sentenced me to that hell. I trusted him with my life, with my love, I said I would stand by him till death parted us and he said the same then he betrayed me for his work, his new masters the Taleons.
Then I realized that Ron's CVI was like the drugs that had been pumped into my system continuously for the last two years. Ron had been living trapped in his own mind unable to control his own actions much the same way that I had and the first thing that Ron did when he had gotten free of that mind control was he freed me, practically committing suicide in doing so. He could have stayed with the Taleons and not run. He could have gotten reimplanted and stayed safe but he signed his death warrant just to save me. This time I was the one who sent him to hell just because I couldn't bare to let him die. Worse even, he isn't just trapped now he thinks I'm dead and I'm only dead because he tried to save me from what he did to me when he had no control. Ron said he didn't want to be reimplanted even when he was dying he didn't want to go back to that world where he was a marionette moved only by the strings of his master and unable to do anything else. I know I would rather die than be forced to go back to that asylum where I was controlled by the drugs. So how are machines and viruses different from drugs. How can I hate him for what he did? If he ever is released from his CVI again he will have to live with the things he has done and the thing he will do all over again. How could I do that to him sentence him to mental torment so much like what I went through? How could I ever look him in the eye and tell him that I did to save his life, that I loved him too much, that I just couldn't let him go?
But he's still alive. I bet that's what Ron told himself everyday about you while you were in the asylum.
What was it that guy said on that Pretender show that Ron used to love, "...think hell, with better furniture."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story though I think that they have been seriously mistreated by umm...who ever the hell makes EFC. I must admit though I know as much about season 1 as I know about astrophysics so if I've messed up any facts its really not on purpose. I have no idea how long Sandy was working for the Taleons before Boone came along so I just guessed sorry if its wrong just don't sue me I'm poor enough as it is.
A Little Note of Explanation: I wrote this on the bus coming back from school. Yes school. So that tells you how much I was thinking at that point it's worse than a gummy worm high. Any way I always thought the way that
Dee Dee ended up hating Sandy (in the what was it the third season?) was totally bogus so I wrote this after about a whole fifteen minutes of thought on how I think DD would really feel. I hope you like it.
Hell With Better Furniture
When the drugs finally wore off and my mind cleared I started to hate the Taleons for what they had done to me, then I started hating Ron. He had sentenced me to a living hell. Constant drug intake had made me doubt some times that I really was sane. I was all alone not able to talk, to walk, or even think straight. My emotions controlled my actions not my own. I played no part in my own life for two whole years and it was the man I loved who sentenced me to that hell. I trusted him with my life, with my love, I said I would stand by him till death parted us and he said the same then he betrayed me for his work, his new masters the Taleons.
Then I realized that Ron's CVI was like the drugs that had been pumped into my system continuously for the last two years. Ron had been living trapped in his own mind unable to control his own actions much the same way that I had and the first thing that Ron did when he had gotten free of that mind control was he freed me, practically committing suicide in doing so. He could have stayed with the Taleons and not run. He could have gotten reimplanted and stayed safe but he signed his death warrant just to save me. This time I was the one who sent him to hell just because I couldn't bare to let him die. Worse even, he isn't just trapped now he thinks I'm dead and I'm only dead because he tried to save me from what he did to me when he had no control. Ron said he didn't want to be reimplanted even when he was dying he didn't want to go back to that world where he was a marionette moved only by the strings of his master and unable to do anything else. I know I would rather die than be forced to go back to that asylum where I was controlled by the drugs. So how are machines and viruses different from drugs. How can I hate him for what he did? If he ever is released from his CVI again he will have to live with the things he has done and the thing he will do all over again. How could I do that to him sentence him to mental torment so much like what I went through? How could I ever look him in the eye and tell him that I did to save his life, that I loved him too much, that I just couldn't let him go?
But he's still alive. I bet that's what Ron told himself everyday about you while you were in the asylum.
What was it that guy said on that Pretender show that Ron used to love, "...think hell, with better furniture."
