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Big O fanfiction

Hi. It's me, Lady Sphinx. (imagines applause and bows ^_-) Here is my newest fanfic. Enjoy!

Let me know if you like it!

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A jumbled, jangling discord of noise was thundering through the house. The clocks were striking noon, Norman was rattling the pots and pans, Big O was being mechanically repaired, and Dorothy was playing a fast, loud, (and what Roger supposed was classical) piece on the piano. He turned on his side, trying to avoid the noise. He covered himself with the black blanket. He turned on his stomach and covered his head with a pillow, then two pillows. He finally turned back and sat up in his bed, grimacing. He stalked over to the door and threw it open. "QUIET!!" he screamed.

Dorothy looked up at him, still playing. Although one would never guess it from the continuously apathetic look on her face, she found Roger's mood-swings amusing; sometimes she even encouraged them. "Well, it's about time you got up. It is almost time for lunch." She stated in her flat monotone. She returned her attention to the music. "And you may want to dress, soon. You have company coming at one."

"Company?" Roger couldn't remember any appointments. "Who is it?"

Dorothy pretended not to hear.

"Dorothy?" he got no response. "DOROTHY?"

"I don't know who is coming, Roger. You just told me to stick around because company was coming."

"Oh." He leaned against the large oak door, thinking. Then he yelled, "NORMAN!"

Norman popped his head in the doorway opposite Roger, behind Dorothy. "Master Roger, lunch is almost ready. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your appointment, sir?"

"Yes, Norman. But I need to know who is coming."

"A Mister Jackson, sir. You said it was some kind of new case."

"Hmm...that's right. I remember now. Thank you, Norman." Roger turned with a flourish and closed his door behind him. Norman returned to the kitchen. Dorothy finished her piece, then rose to her feet and walked over to the picture window overlooking the gloomy city.

'I wonder...'
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Roger was finishing his 'getting ready' routine. He admired himself in a mirror hanging near the door. "My, my, my...Roger Smith you certainly are a handsome devil."

"And modest, too." A monotone voice broke into his thoughts. He turned to see Dorothy staring at him.

"Hey! How long have you been there?"

"Only long enough to confirm you are very conceited." She turned around and stepped out the door, then turned to face him and said, " It is time for lunch. Your guest is here. Hurry up." And she turned and walked away.

"Well."

Roger checked the mirror one more time, and then turned to walk downstairs to meet the mysterious Mr. Jackson.

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That's all for now. More later.

Lady Sphinx