Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim to own any characters or concepts related to ReBoot. This is a nonprofit work of fanfiction.
This is set pre-"Icons." It was intended to be a drabble, but, well, I couldn't bring myself to cut anything else out of it, so here it is at 150 words. My apologies.
Elementary, my dear
A moment still and breathless, then the world shuddered and rearranged itself: bloodstains lifted from the carpeting, the corpse displaced and presumed living, a cracked chair now mended.
Matrix nudged the chair, then dropped into it.
"So," he said. "Who did it?"
AndrAIa turned from the bookshelves, her fingers still trailing across the dark spines. She arched her eyebrows. "You don't know?"
He spread his broad hands, a dry gesture. "Mysteries aren't exactly my function."
She ahhed meaningfully, and set her hunter's cap down upon the desk.
"It was the butler," she said.
"The butler?" He snorted at this. "How d'you figure?"
Her smile flashed sly and artful, bright with humor.
"My dear Matrix," she teased, coming to perch upon the arm of the chair. Her hip fit snugly against his arm. "Isn't it obvious?"
He set his hand upon the small of her back.
"Tell me anyway," he said.
This story was originally posted at livejournal on 11/04/2009.