Title: Matrix Moment

Author: Knife Hand

Feedback: Constructive feedback appreciated, flames unappreciated

Spoilers: Up to season 3

Rating: MA

Disclaimer: I don't own Roboot. I would buy Andraia but I am broke.

Summary: Matrix's thoughts as Andraia lays close to deletion from the Web Creature's bite. (One Shot)

" " denotes speech, ' ' denotes thought.


The pain in my arm is intense, but the thought of losing her is a thousand times worse. She becomes slightly more solid as the energy flows out of me and into her. The pain is worth it, more than worth it. It's my fault that she is like this, if I had not be so jealous than she would not have gotten bitten.

I've never been without her, not since the day we met. It was so long ago, but I remember that day like it happened a nanosecond ago. She had such an innocence about her, but I know she loved me from the instant she woke up in that fish submarine. She gave up her entire world, risking her life, to come and be with me because of that love. I'm ashamed to admit, but for me, at the beginning I did not love her, that came later. I liked her a lot, and she was my only true friend except for my dog.

We were happy back then, despite everything. We were children playing house, it was nice, but back then it was also a lie. Terrible things were happening around us, the invasion, the war, our friends and innocents were dieing, and a part of me didn't care. As long as she was there, everything was fine. Then I lost, I faced an opponent I could not beat.

After that, all I had was her. All the rest of my support system was torn away. We grew up fast, we had to, and all I could count on was her. That was when the love grew, in all that time where it was just me, her and the fighting. Most of my life has been fighting. She was the only thing that kept me going, kept me sain.

Here we are in this awful place searching for a friend, and all I can think of is her. I can't go on without her, I would gladly be deleted to save her, but giving her my energy is the best I can do. I feel so helpless, useless. One of the crew comes in and tells me the captain needs me on deck. More fighting. But what am I fighting for if I lose her? Detaching the transfer device, I head up on deck. They must pay for what they've done. I've been with her from one end of the net to the other, and I'll join her in deletion, if that's what it takes.

The End