The Dancer's Game
By: MyNameIsJag
Chapter 1: The Lone Dancer
Author's note:
I don't own them…but can you just imagine if I did! There is no pacific point in the timeline where this takes place, it's just a story I came up with. I thought someone could use a little love, so here it is. Contains Sexual implications.
He never understood why she was there, a annoying anomaly there to be in the way of what was to come, as though she could do anything about it…but he couldn't help but watch her…
He watched her dance when she thought no-one was looking, out in the rain that never seemed to touch her as she did her ballet. A twirling figure in the dark, a dance for those who welcomed the shadows, those that dwelled in the night…there she would be the lone candle, the sole dancer that the gloom ran from…away from her light that bounced around and reached into the darkest corners to reveal to all what was there…
For a time he would watch her in her play, always the swan…but never the princess…she was always to dance alone…perhaps no-one is able to keep up with her fluent steps upon the concrete path she performs on…
He wondered if he could match those steps, to perform the ballet with her as one, to take the leaps that seemed she would not reach by herself, to take away the solitary ballerina from her lone ballet into a duet where two figures forever gracefully move…
But he knew he would never take the chance, never to take the hand of the wild dancer and lead her into his dance, away from the dark she lights up, away from the shadows who are her only fans, away from the gloom that waited for her to fall and her candle to be blown out…
He could never have her, she wasn't to be captured…it would break the dance that was so well rehearsed…a dance that he should never have saw performed…a dance that was meant for the dark and not him…
Though he did fit into the shadows as one of their own…it would not change how it was supposed to be…she was a light…something his kind where never allowed to have…but desperately wished for…He could only watch…and that was his place…the lone observer to the lone dancer, each in their own rightful places…nether announcing themselves to the other…
That was how it was supposed to be…no interference, no meeting, no collision with each other…two worlds separated by an invisible wall built up from the years of damage done to both sides caused by a war without an end…
But fate is a mistress that seeks out the ways to twists the roads and paths into a colliding roadwork of others, tonight was the night for a game to be played with the two players of the ballet…
As she danced and as he watched…fate was running toward them, ready to break the barrier between the light and the dark at full force…
She turned at a sound that was heading towards her, a sound that shouldn't be heard in the night…the sound of an ending life caused by the rain she so loved…and by someone's interferences caused by an accident that happens on raining nights and driving teens…
He couldn't let it happen, not like this…a performer of such great talent should not be taken out of the play in such a way…the dancer would be saved by him and off he would take her…away from the scene…away from the finale…
It didn't hit him until he was nearly back at his base that he was actually carrying a small organic in his servos…he looked at his hand where she was safely cupped in, like a jewel that was more precious then the others…he was careful not to break her…
He looked around to see if anyone was looking…but did it matter if they did, who was going to stop him now?
He opened his hand to finally gander upon his prize, he smiled as he saw she had fell asleep in his palm, a soft breath came from her to indicate she was still breathing.
He gently touched her with one digit, he could feel her soft skin…a unnatural texture from where he was from…but one he seemed to enjoy as he stroked her face gently…
His mouth was open halfway in awe as he examined her, then he blinked when the fact finally hit him…he had her…he actually had her in his servos…the tiny ballerina that he had watched perform in the dark was now his…
He chuckled to himself and closed back his servos around the figure gently, if he had known it was that easy without any consequences, he would have done it earlier.
He would keep her, she would be his and only he would be allowed to ever witness her ballet, and she would only dance for him…no-one else was to touch her…no-one else was to watch her…she was his and only his…his lone dancer…
So what ya think, my peeps? Who is the mysterious bot in the dark, hopefully you already know who the chick is. Anyway if you got some ideas, throw them at me, it's always a good to hear from ya.
