Summary: What would happen if you woke up one day and realized that the
life you were living the day before has changed to a life you secretly
dreamed of? Not the typical Big O romancy fic as far as I know. R/D
A/n: You're all going to be very confused at first. Just enjoy the ride. I swear you'll like it. This is not the typical Roger/Dorothy fic. It may seem like it. But it will change. This part [Chapter] will be slightly short.
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This is thinking.
This is not.
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Negotiations with Roger Smith.
Part 1-A - Waking up
Everything in front of Roger Smith was hazy. His head was heavy and he had no idea where he was. Roger moved his heavy head to the side and was shocked by what he saw.
Dorothy was spread out on a table next to him. A strange man hovered over her as he worked to dismantle her. Snipping wires here and there. Her chest was ripped open and he was actually using the light of her headband to aid him in messing with her circuits and wiring.
Roger gasped. "Dorothy! Dorothy!" he tried to yell. He tried to move but he realized that he was strapped to the table below him.
The man looked up at him sharply. "You actually have feeling for this android? I guess it will take more to get rid of you than I thought." The man walked over to Roger.
"Maybe If I give you what you want you'll stop trying to interfere."
"Who are you? Where are we? Why are you doing this?" Roger asked
And than everything went black.
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Beep! Beep! Beep! Roger Smith's eyelids fluttered. What is that sound? Beep! Beep! Beep! Where is it coming from? It sounds like, an alarm clock? Since when do I own an alarm clock? He rolled over towards the sound. Why don't I hear the piano? He reached out blindly trying to find the incessant noise and silence it. His eyes shot open as his hands wandered over the form of another person in his bed. Beep! Beep! He sat up quickly, staring down at whoever it was; the room was too dark for him to tell. Besides their face was covered with a mass of hair and blankets. Beep! Beep! He reached out and gently shook them. A pale, slender hand extended from the sheets, silencing the alarm clock finally. The figure rolled over pushing all the hair away from their face. She smiled up at Roger happily. He gaped at her, all color drained from his face. Springing from the bed he ran to the window and threw back the black drapes. Sunlight flooded the room. The Negotiator took a deep breath before strolling over to the woman in his bed.
"What's wrong Roger?" She asked him concerned. He could only stare at her in shock.
No it can't be. Her hair has grown considerably since yesterday. Her skin.Her skin has color. There were no whirring noises as she moved. Without realizing it he extended one large hand out and rested it upon her cheek. She.She is warm.She moved her hand up and rested it on top of his.
"Are you okay dear?" She asked. Again he didn't answer.
He moved his hand down to her throat and felt for a pulse. He moved his fingers around her neck gently, and there it was. No denying it, yes she has a heartbeat. Roger couldn't believe what his senses were telling him. Inside his emotions were going haywire. He was happy but confused. He knew this couldn't be real. But here he was, here she was. Everything was the same except for this beautiful woman staring up at him. She was the same yet very very different. He felt like he could cry. Finally he blinked. Have to stay calm.
"Dorothy?" He asked staring down at her, his hand still on her neck.
She looked up at him concerned. "Are you feeling okay Roger? You're acting strange." Dorothy sat up pushing the blankets away from her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to face him. It was then that he noticed her slightly swollen stomach. His eyes grew wide.
"Dorothy.Dorothy." he repeated pointing.
She looked down at her black nightgown. "What's the matter? Is there something on me? Am I bleeding?" She asked frantically. Her eyes flew over herself trying to find what he was pointing at.
"Your stomach."
"Yes, my stomach." Dorothy rested both of her small hands on her stomach lightly. A small smile spread across her face as she calmed down. "It's getting bigger isn't it? He's growing."
"He?" Roger asked completely baffled.
"Our son, Roger. "
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a/n: I know I know you're all going 'what the hell?'
it's like a twilight zone fanfic. Heh.
A/n: You're all going to be very confused at first. Just enjoy the ride. I swear you'll like it. This is not the typical Roger/Dorothy fic. It may seem like it. But it will change. This part [Chapter] will be slightly short.
*/-
This is thinking.
This is not.
*/*-
Negotiations with Roger Smith.
Part 1-A - Waking up
Everything in front of Roger Smith was hazy. His head was heavy and he had no idea where he was. Roger moved his heavy head to the side and was shocked by what he saw.
Dorothy was spread out on a table next to him. A strange man hovered over her as he worked to dismantle her. Snipping wires here and there. Her chest was ripped open and he was actually using the light of her headband to aid him in messing with her circuits and wiring.
Roger gasped. "Dorothy! Dorothy!" he tried to yell. He tried to move but he realized that he was strapped to the table below him.
The man looked up at him sharply. "You actually have feeling for this android? I guess it will take more to get rid of you than I thought." The man walked over to Roger.
"Maybe If I give you what you want you'll stop trying to interfere."
"Who are you? Where are we? Why are you doing this?" Roger asked
And than everything went black.
///*----/*/*/008/0012/002003//**--*/*-/*-/-*////
Beep! Beep! Beep! Roger Smith's eyelids fluttered. What is that sound? Beep! Beep! Beep! Where is it coming from? It sounds like, an alarm clock? Since when do I own an alarm clock? He rolled over towards the sound. Why don't I hear the piano? He reached out blindly trying to find the incessant noise and silence it. His eyes shot open as his hands wandered over the form of another person in his bed. Beep! Beep! He sat up quickly, staring down at whoever it was; the room was too dark for him to tell. Besides their face was covered with a mass of hair and blankets. Beep! Beep! He reached out and gently shook them. A pale, slender hand extended from the sheets, silencing the alarm clock finally. The figure rolled over pushing all the hair away from their face. She smiled up at Roger happily. He gaped at her, all color drained from his face. Springing from the bed he ran to the window and threw back the black drapes. Sunlight flooded the room. The Negotiator took a deep breath before strolling over to the woman in his bed.
"What's wrong Roger?" She asked him concerned. He could only stare at her in shock.
No it can't be. Her hair has grown considerably since yesterday. Her skin.Her skin has color. There were no whirring noises as she moved. Without realizing it he extended one large hand out and rested it upon her cheek. She.She is warm.She moved her hand up and rested it on top of his.
"Are you okay dear?" She asked. Again he didn't answer.
He moved his hand down to her throat and felt for a pulse. He moved his fingers around her neck gently, and there it was. No denying it, yes she has a heartbeat. Roger couldn't believe what his senses were telling him. Inside his emotions were going haywire. He was happy but confused. He knew this couldn't be real. But here he was, here she was. Everything was the same except for this beautiful woman staring up at him. She was the same yet very very different. He felt like he could cry. Finally he blinked. Have to stay calm.
"Dorothy?" He asked staring down at her, his hand still on her neck.
She looked up at him concerned. "Are you feeling okay Roger? You're acting strange." Dorothy sat up pushing the blankets away from her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to face him. It was then that he noticed her slightly swollen stomach. His eyes grew wide.
"Dorothy.Dorothy." he repeated pointing.
She looked down at her black nightgown. "What's the matter? Is there something on me? Am I bleeding?" She asked frantically. Her eyes flew over herself trying to find what he was pointing at.
"Your stomach."
"Yes, my stomach." Dorothy rested both of her small hands on her stomach lightly. A small smile spread across her face as she calmed down. "It's getting bigger isn't it? He's growing."
"He?" Roger asked completely baffled.
"Our son, Roger. "
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a/n: I know I know you're all going 'what the hell?'
it's like a twilight zone fanfic. Heh.