For the last time (not really), I do not own Big O or any of its characters. I am making no $$$ off this whatsoever. It is futile to sue me. So there.
Roger stood on Big O's open chest plates, the motion of the Megadeuce barely discernable. Aside from the thunderous footsteps of the two robots, it was a peacefull night. No clouds graced the sky, and this far from the lights of Paradigm City thousands of stars could be seen. The moon hung in the sky, a crescent no wider than a hair at present. He heard Dorothy come up through the hatch in the cockpit behind him.
"Enjoying the view?" inquired the android as she came to sit beside him, legs dangling over the side.
"Mmm. Dorothy, I've been thinking..."
"What about?" The question was innocent enough, but Roger thought he heard a trace of amusement in her voice. He sat down as well.
"Well, mainly, about what's been happening lately. That, and us."
Dorothy remained silent, gazing out at the moonlit landscape.
"We've been through a lot together, and we're going to be through a lot more before all is said and done. I just...well, that is..." Roger ran a hand through his hair, stumbling over his words. "Whatever happens, Dorothy...I..." He turned to her, and she to him. Their eyes met. "Whatever happens, wherever we go...I just want us to be together."
The starlight reflected in Dorothy's eyes, giving them an almost human twinkle. She placed a hand on his. "As do I, Roger Smith. As do I." She leaned towards him, slowly. He reached behind her to draw her forward, and their lips met. He tasted deeply of her lips, a cold metallic taste, before they broke the kiss.
Roger put his arm around her, and together they looked out over the night forest. Dorothy felt something growing, deep inside her, and knew that she wanted this moment to last forever.
Norman silently went back down the hatch, closing it behind him, smiling.
It was well past midnight. Angel was snoozing in Big Duo's control chair, the black megadeuce a shadow seen though the transparent metal viewport. Norman came quietly into the cockpit and nudged the sleeping woman.
"Wha? Oh, Norman. What time is it??" She fumbled for her watch, which seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
"Miss Angel, there is something I think we should discuss." His face was a mask of grave concern.
"Uh-oh. What is it?" She sat up, drawing the blanket around her.
"When Master Roger returned from his exodus in the catacombs, he had sustained some considerable injuries, mainly from being thrown around Big O's control room. I managed to patch up most of them, but..."
"Norman..."
The one-eyed man swallowed. "Miss Angel, before I came to Master Roger's service, I worked in a hospital, repairing equipment. I learned the signs of several ailments, which have been invaluable since." He sighed. "I believe Master Roger is bleeding internally. As far as I can tell, it is slow but steady. I cannot stop it without access to medical facilities, and even then I am not confident."
"How long--"
"If untreated, he has a matter of days left to live. A week at best."
Angel swore. "I know my people have advanced medical facilities, but I don't know exactly what they can do." She looked him in his one remaining eye. "I do know that if anyone can save him, they can."
"I would like it if you did not mention this to Miss Dorothy. She has been put through some severe stress recently, and I am not sure her systems will be able to take the strain. That, and I belive she and Master Roger have come to an agreement." Despite the fact that he only had one good eye, Norman winked at her.
Angel looke puzzled for a moment, then understood and nodded. Norman retreated back down the hatch, and Angel snuggled down in the chair.
"Let's hope he lasts long enough..."
Roger stood on Big O's open chest plates, the motion of the Megadeuce barely discernable. Aside from the thunderous footsteps of the two robots, it was a peacefull night. No clouds graced the sky, and this far from the lights of Paradigm City thousands of stars could be seen. The moon hung in the sky, a crescent no wider than a hair at present. He heard Dorothy come up through the hatch in the cockpit behind him.
"Enjoying the view?" inquired the android as she came to sit beside him, legs dangling over the side.
"Mmm. Dorothy, I've been thinking..."
"What about?" The question was innocent enough, but Roger thought he heard a trace of amusement in her voice. He sat down as well.
"Well, mainly, about what's been happening lately. That, and us."
Dorothy remained silent, gazing out at the moonlit landscape.
"We've been through a lot together, and we're going to be through a lot more before all is said and done. I just...well, that is..." Roger ran a hand through his hair, stumbling over his words. "Whatever happens, Dorothy...I..." He turned to her, and she to him. Their eyes met. "Whatever happens, wherever we go...I just want us to be together."
The starlight reflected in Dorothy's eyes, giving them an almost human twinkle. She placed a hand on his. "As do I, Roger Smith. As do I." She leaned towards him, slowly. He reached behind her to draw her forward, and their lips met. He tasted deeply of her lips, a cold metallic taste, before they broke the kiss.
Roger put his arm around her, and together they looked out over the night forest. Dorothy felt something growing, deep inside her, and knew that she wanted this moment to last forever.
Norman silently went back down the hatch, closing it behind him, smiling.
It was well past midnight. Angel was snoozing in Big Duo's control chair, the black megadeuce a shadow seen though the transparent metal viewport. Norman came quietly into the cockpit and nudged the sleeping woman.
"Wha? Oh, Norman. What time is it??" She fumbled for her watch, which seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
"Miss Angel, there is something I think we should discuss." His face was a mask of grave concern.
"Uh-oh. What is it?" She sat up, drawing the blanket around her.
"When Master Roger returned from his exodus in the catacombs, he had sustained some considerable injuries, mainly from being thrown around Big O's control room. I managed to patch up most of them, but..."
"Norman..."
The one-eyed man swallowed. "Miss Angel, before I came to Master Roger's service, I worked in a hospital, repairing equipment. I learned the signs of several ailments, which have been invaluable since." He sighed. "I believe Master Roger is bleeding internally. As far as I can tell, it is slow but steady. I cannot stop it without access to medical facilities, and even then I am not confident."
"How long--"
"If untreated, he has a matter of days left to live. A week at best."
Angel swore. "I know my people have advanced medical facilities, but I don't know exactly what they can do." She looked him in his one remaining eye. "I do know that if anyone can save him, they can."
"I would like it if you did not mention this to Miss Dorothy. She has been put through some severe stress recently, and I am not sure her systems will be able to take the strain. That, and I belive she and Master Roger have come to an agreement." Despite the fact that he only had one good eye, Norman winked at her.
Angel looke puzzled for a moment, then understood and nodded. Norman retreated back down the hatch, and Angel snuggled down in the chair.
"Let's hope he lasts long enough..."