Dorothy's Secret
Disclaimer: I do not own The Big O. Even though I think I should. I could do a helluva
lot more with the plot line. Don't ya'll agree?
* On a side note, a lot of you guys are really good guessers. I'm not going to say as to
what yet. I also appreciate the reviews I got especially for the prologue. You guys
seriously rock no doubt about that. I'm glad ya'll like the story 'cause here we go
again!!*
Last Chapter: Roger's previous bachelor habits change dramatically when he and
Dorothy get together but lately Norman and Roger note some strange
behavior on Dorothy's part. Norman suggests that Roger goes to see
Walter just in case their is a problem in her programming. Yet we all
know what the problem is. Continue to read to see if your suspicions are
confirmed.
Chapter 2: Impossible
Driving down the dreary streets of Paradigm, I turn down a familiar street to
get to a familiar destination. I near the skyscraper building hovering above me. Stein Interprises.
Won't this be a treat. I pull up to the building parking in a garage they just added. I still lock up
my car. No matter how 'safe' this garage is, I take my own precautions.
I enter the building noting the new changes and the familiar faces. Ever since the production
of the bio-androids began, Walter has been getting more business than he expected so he had to expand
his business. I head up to the top floor to be greeted by the same receptionist who was here on my
previous visits. She looked up as she heard me approach.
" Roger Smith. I didn't expect to see you back for a while," she greeted. A bright smile formed
on her glossy lips. " It's nice to see you again as well," I said flashing a smile of my own. Her cheeks turn
a light pink at my words. She cleared her throat a bit before she continued. " I take it you are here to
see Mr. Stein. He isn't busy right now. Ms. Trista may be in there but I'm sure she wouldn't mind you
at all Mr. Smith. Go right in," she said. " Thank you. And for the record, you can call me 'Roger.' I've
been here so many times it's like I work here anyway," I said. She blushed a little more as my smile
brightened. She nodded a silent consent as she motioned for me to go into the office. Old habits of romancing
women die hard.
I enter Walter's office to see Trista sitting on his desk while he stood gazing outside the window
babbling about something. Trista turned around when she heard the door open. Her face brightened when
she realized who it was. " Roger, how nice of you to come visit. Where is Dorothy?," she asked. Walter
turned from the window at the mention of my name. A smile appeared on his features when he saw me. " How
nice of you to come visit Mr. Smith. And yes where is Ms. Dorothy?," he asked. My smile slowly faded
from my features as worry took it's place.
Walter noticed my sudden change in attitudes so his smile faded as well. " Is something wrong
with her?," he asked. I walked up to his desk sitting down in one of the leather chairs. Trista's face was also
beginning to show signs of worry. I sighed before I began my story. " I'm not sure what's the matter. Usually
I would brush it off but it's starting to bother me. I think something is wrong with her programming," I said.
A frown appeared on Trista's face. " What do you mean by that? I can assure you nothing is wrong with
her programming. I worked on her myself," she quipped. I quirked an eyebrow at the insulted woman. " I'm
sure it's not your fault Trista. Things happen," I said trying to calm her down. " Nothing is wrong with her
programming," she repeated glaring at me.
Walter stepped between us. " Please Tris, calm down. Even if it isn't our error we should still
listen to him anyway. Dorothy is a friend of ours and I am very concerned," he said. His green eyes met
my coal black ones. He was serious and I could tell by staring into his emerald pools. Trista calmed down
a bit as the annoyance left her features. " Okay Roger, what is the matter with her?," she asked. I broke
my gaze with Walter shifting it to Trista. " Like I was saying earlier, usually I would brush this off but it
seems odd. She has been eating *excessive* amounts of food and has been sleeping a lot lately. She even
looks a bit sick at times. I happen to know Dorothy's habits and she never did this before," I explained.
They were silent for a moment contemplating my revelation. " Has she been acting like this
as soon as we upgraded her?," Trista asked. I thought for a moment before I replied. " No. It was a
couple of months after," I said. Trista smirked. " Told you it wasn't us," she said. Walter frowned at her
boast. " Then what else could it be?," Walter asked aloud to himself. We sat in silence for a moment until
Trista broke it. " Then maybe it worked," she whispered. " Maybe what 'worked'?," I asked. She looked
up at me smiling brightly. " Tell me Mr. Smith, have you and Dorothy been having sex?," she asked. My
eyes widened at her question as a slow blush was forming on my cheeks.
By the time the moment passed, Trista had her clipboard out. " Yes," I said. " How many times?,"
she asked with her smile expanding as she noted my obvious uncomfort. " I don't remember," I said. " Start
from when you stopped counting," she said. I sighed in annoyance. " I stopped counting at... fifteen," I said.
She nodded to herself. " And when was that?," she asked. " About 2 months ago," I said. " Plenty of time.
And you have had intercourse with her since you stopped counting?," she asked. My blushed returned as
she asked these questions about Dorothy and I's sex life. What would she say about this? 'She would answer
every answer truthfully', I clarified. " Yes, and I am failing to see the point to these questions Trista. Is this
to satisfy your own curiosity?," I inquired. " Some of them. Keep your boxers on Roger, I only have one
more question. Did you use protection?," she asked.
I had to think about that one. I was slient for a moment then answered. " At first out of habit then
I stopped," I said. Trista nodded then hopped of of Walter's desk. " Follow me Roger. You as well Walter.
This is one part of the research no one but me knows about," she said. We both glanced at her with confusion
present on our features. We entered the secret lab behind Walter's wall and followed Trista to her office. She
told us to sit down as she pulled out a television screen.
" This gentleman is what's happening to Dorothy," she said. She turned on the T.V. to reveal a
woman with a fetus inside of her. My heart stopped as I realized what she was saying. " You're telling me
she's pregnant?," I asked. Walter sat silent watching the events unfold. " Yes Roger. I'm sorry I didn't
tell you that I equipped her with this ability. I can assure you though Walter, Dorothy is the only android
we manufactured that has this ability," she explained. " So she was your test?," I asked with my anger
beginning to show. Trista lowered her head a little in shame. " Yes and no. I did this as a favor to you
Roger. No more androids will be equipped with this ability. To make sure of that, I hand wrote the blueprints
so I could burn them not delete them," she said.
My anger dissappeared with her words. " Will it hurt her?," I asked. She smiled. " Sure, when the
kid comes out. Tell Dorothy I'm sorry for that," she said. " So, it won't be half android or something?," I
asked. Trista came over to me placing her hand over top mine. " No. The baby will be you and Dorothy's.
Mixed with her constructed DNA and yours. The baby will be human," she explained. I nodded at her words.
" But why burn the blueprints? We could of made a killing off of that," Walter said. " Because if we took
away the only thing that set humans and androids apart, they would really want to kill you then Walter," she
said. Walter swallowed hard at her words.
I stood up smoothing my clothes down. " Thanks for telling me Trista. I'll tell Dorothy because
she's probably worried as well," I said. She nodded. " I am sorry for not telling you in the beginning," she
said. I smile assuringly at her. " Don't be, I'm not," I said. She smiled back. I left the labs heading to my
car.
On the drive back I kept thinking about Dorothy. 'When should I tell her? I'll tell her after dinner.
I don't want her to freak out too much,' I thought. I pressed harder on the gas so I could arrive home faster.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I sat at the lonely dinner table staring at the food that was resting in front of me. 'I won't eat it.
I'm waiting for Roger,' I chanted to myself. I was relieved when Roger finally walked into the empty dining
hall. He kissed me softly on the lips. How I loved his kisses. Sweet and passionate. Thanks to Walter and
his people I am now able to experience these sensations that were hidden from me before. He ended the kiss
going to his side of the table where he glanced at me lovingly.
" Where were you today?," I asked. " I was visiting Walter," he replied. I frowned at my lover.
Norman brought out his plate then retreated back to the kitchen. I noticed he's been avoiding me lately.
Probably because my personality has been unpredictable for the past few days. I don't understand what's
going on inside of me. I know that humans have a flood of emotions but this seems to be a bit more than
what I expected. I touch my stomach. I feel as though I'm not alone in this shell. " Why didn't you tell me
you were going. I wished to see them as well," I said frowning slightly. He smiled at me. " This was more
of a personal visit Dorothy. I promise to take you tomorrow," he said. " Why tomorrow?," I inquired.
" Don't worry about that yet. Eat," he said. He picked up his fork and began to eat the food on the plate.
I stared at him. He was acting strange even I knew that. I put that thought in the back of my mind
as I ate. After dinner was over, he escorted me to the balcony. It was a bit chilly out. 'Chilly?,' I thought. A
while ago that wouldn't have bothered me in the least but now I feel the cold touch of the wind like I do Roger's
caresses. He placed his jacket over my shoulders to calm my shivers. " Roger, what is going on. I can tell you
are hiding something," I said. He sighed a bit before he spoke.
" Dorothy, are you wondering why you have been acting so funny lately? Feeling like you aren't
alone in there?," he said. I nodded slowly not sure what he was getting at. He came over to me wrapping his
arms around me. His hands rested on my stomach. " It's because you're not. There's a baby inside of you
Dorothy. A minature you mixed with me is resting in your womb," he whispered softly in my ear. My heart
stopped at his words. He was telling me I was pregnant with *his* child. " Impossible," I whispered back.
" But it's true. I know you feel it Dorothy. This is a miracle whether you realize it or not," he said. Silent
tears if joy and fear slid down my cheeks. He gently wiped them away.
" Dorothy," he called. I looked into his coal eyes now filled with an imense love for me that I
have never seen before. He smiled resting his forehead on mine. " I love you," he said. I smiled as well.
This was the first time he ever said those words to me. More tears began to fall down my cheeks as I
burried my face into his chest. He gently stroked my waist lenth red hair to soothe me. " I love you too," I
said back. Then we stood in a comfortable silence swaying in the serene night breezes. I touched my stomach
again. 'There is a person inside of me. I wonder what they'll be like,' I thought.
TBC..........
End chapter 2. Sorry it took so long to get this out, but I had wanted to take Piano Conducting's advice. Oh yeah,
if you do read it and it doesn't fit your taste sorry. I looked and looked but I didn't get enough information to
help so I made it up. I hope it's okay. Another thing, sorry for the OOCness on Roger's part in the end of the
chapter. I wanted him to weaken his resolve for once and show that he's not a tight ass all the time. Now that
that is out of the way. Keep reviewing and tell me what you think. I really do appreciate all the opinions that I
get so continue 'kay! ~LS~ (P.S.- You can E-mail me too if you have a more personal comment or concern.)