A/n: I'm trying to be as confusing as the series. If ya want to know what
happens keep reading.
Negotiations With Roger Smith
Part 1-B - What is this?
Roger fainted.
Dorothy rushed to his side, "Roger! Roger! What's the matter with you today!? Roger!" she screamed as she shook his limp body. Norman entered carrying a tray of tea.
"Oh my! What has happened Mistress Dorothy?" he asked calmly.
"I don't know. Roger is acting so strange. He was staring at me as if I had two heads, and then he asked about my stomach. It was like he didn't even know that we are expecting a child. When I told him, he fainted."
Norman kneeled in front of Roger. Prepared as usual he removed some smelling salts from his coat pocket and passed one quickly under Roger's nose. The Negotiator sat up quickly.
"What the? Who? Huh?" Roger panted as he tried to focus on the people and things around him.
Everything looks exactly the same as I left it. The only thing that is different is Dorothy. Could she be doing this? Is this real? What's going on? He hands lay in his lap; he looked down and realized that the watch he used to call Big O was no longer on his wrist.
"Norman have you seen my watch?"
"Which one sir?" he asked.
"The one I use for calling Big O."
"Sir, what are you saying? I don't quite understand."
Roger gaped at him. "You don't understand? How can you not understand?" Roger stood, almost toppling over until he felt Dorothy's small figure trying to support his tall muscular frame. He looked down at her again. She smiled happily up at him.
"Are you feeling alright now dear?" She asked him obviously concerned.
"Why do you keep calling me dear, Dorothy?" He questioned.
She looked hurt for a moment before replying, "Because you're my husband silly. That's why."
"H-Husband.?" Roger began to sweat. I'm her.husband? With that he bolted from the room. He ran frantically through the mansion. Everything looks the same. Everything feels the same. Yet it is all so very different.
He ran to the passageway, which led to the subway, to Big O. Only the door wasn't there. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the.Where?" he panted. As he asked those questions he was very slowly forgetting what he was searching for.
"Roger! Roger! What's the matter with you?!" Dorothy yelled running towards him. Norman was close behind her.
"Mistress Dorothy! You shouldn't be running in your condition!" Norman scolded behind her. She ignored him and ran to her husband.
"I don't understand Roger! Why are you acting this way? You were fine yesterday!" She exclaimed.
He looked down at her. "W-Where is the door?" He whispered. It was hard for him to remember.
"What door?"
"The door that leads to the subway! I need to find Big O! I need to sort out this mess. Please help me!"
"Roger I cant help you if I don't know what you're talking about. What mess do you need to sort out? This is how things always were." Dorothy was looking into his eyes but he wasn't paying any attention.
"First of all, how.?" He quieted down as he made a gesture towards her stomach. "Did this happen?"
Dorothy blushed. "I think you know Roger."
It was Roger's turn to blush. "Uh.Well. I didn't think." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he stuttered. "Honestly. I don't remember .uh.dear."
At that moment a loud thunderous knock was heard throughout the mansion.
"That's probably Dastun," Roger said without thinking. Norman turned on his heel and left the couple to go answer the door.
"Probably dear. Wait. If you cant' remember anything, how do you know that's Dastun?" Dorothy inquired as she stared up at him, one hand resting protectively over her stomach as she asked.
"What are you talking about? I remember everything perfectly fine. I think I was just a little upset over a nightmare I had." Roger said now back to his usual calm and collected self.
His wife raised an eyebrow. "I know that you are my wife," he wrapped his arms around her. "I know that this is our child," Roger rested one hand on her stomach. "And I know that I love you. That's all that matters right?"
"I suppose so Roger," she beamed up at him. "But I don't think that Dastun is going to want to hear that. Considering that he is here to pick you up."
"Oh yeah. Another day at the station. "
Wait, what was I just so upset about again? A door? Wait, the station? A door to what? What was I babbling about? A Big what? Ohwell, it doesn't matter. I will play this part as long as she asks me too. Until I can figure out what this all is.
Images of Dorothy dusting and Norman working on the Big O quickly flashed before his eyes. Battles with the Big O also flashed in front of him. It was if his whole life was going by on a movie reel before his eyes.
"Roger?" Dorothy asked cautiously.
He snapped out of it. "Yes Dorothy?"
"Are you sure you're okay to go in today?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just need to get ready and I will be fine." He smiled weakly down at her.
"All right, if you say so," She smiled. Leaning up she placed a very gentle kiss upon his lips before pulling him away towards their bedroom.
*/-
Roger flung up his closet doors and looked at the clothes that hung before him. Next to his finely tailored suits were many Military Police uniforms. Removing one from the hanger he dressed quickly with Dorothy's help. Something about this process felt a little strange to Roger but he shrugged it off. I feel so calm. Dorothy is here. Norman is here. Everything is how it should be, minus a few minor details.
He kissed his wife goodbye before heading off to his job at the Military Police with Dastun.
By the end of the day most of his memories of his 'Old Life': The Big O, R. Dorothy Waynewright, Negotiations, and Angel were practically gone with out a trace.
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A/n: so ya confused yet? I know me saying that is annoying. Review! [please?]
Negotiations With Roger Smith
Part 1-B - What is this?
Roger fainted.
Dorothy rushed to his side, "Roger! Roger! What's the matter with you today!? Roger!" she screamed as she shook his limp body. Norman entered carrying a tray of tea.
"Oh my! What has happened Mistress Dorothy?" he asked calmly.
"I don't know. Roger is acting so strange. He was staring at me as if I had two heads, and then he asked about my stomach. It was like he didn't even know that we are expecting a child. When I told him, he fainted."
Norman kneeled in front of Roger. Prepared as usual he removed some smelling salts from his coat pocket and passed one quickly under Roger's nose. The Negotiator sat up quickly.
"What the? Who? Huh?" Roger panted as he tried to focus on the people and things around him.
Everything looks exactly the same as I left it. The only thing that is different is Dorothy. Could she be doing this? Is this real? What's going on? He hands lay in his lap; he looked down and realized that the watch he used to call Big O was no longer on his wrist.
"Norman have you seen my watch?"
"Which one sir?" he asked.
"The one I use for calling Big O."
"Sir, what are you saying? I don't quite understand."
Roger gaped at him. "You don't understand? How can you not understand?" Roger stood, almost toppling over until he felt Dorothy's small figure trying to support his tall muscular frame. He looked down at her again. She smiled happily up at him.
"Are you feeling alright now dear?" She asked him obviously concerned.
"Why do you keep calling me dear, Dorothy?" He questioned.
She looked hurt for a moment before replying, "Because you're my husband silly. That's why."
"H-Husband.?" Roger began to sweat. I'm her.husband? With that he bolted from the room. He ran frantically through the mansion. Everything looks the same. Everything feels the same. Yet it is all so very different.
He ran to the passageway, which led to the subway, to Big O. Only the door wasn't there. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"What the.Where?" he panted. As he asked those questions he was very slowly forgetting what he was searching for.
"Roger! Roger! What's the matter with you?!" Dorothy yelled running towards him. Norman was close behind her.
"Mistress Dorothy! You shouldn't be running in your condition!" Norman scolded behind her. She ignored him and ran to her husband.
"I don't understand Roger! Why are you acting this way? You were fine yesterday!" She exclaimed.
He looked down at her. "W-Where is the door?" He whispered. It was hard for him to remember.
"What door?"
"The door that leads to the subway! I need to find Big O! I need to sort out this mess. Please help me!"
"Roger I cant help you if I don't know what you're talking about. What mess do you need to sort out? This is how things always were." Dorothy was looking into his eyes but he wasn't paying any attention.
"First of all, how.?" He quieted down as he made a gesture towards her stomach. "Did this happen?"
Dorothy blushed. "I think you know Roger."
It was Roger's turn to blush. "Uh.Well. I didn't think." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he stuttered. "Honestly. I don't remember .uh.dear."
At that moment a loud thunderous knock was heard throughout the mansion.
"That's probably Dastun," Roger said without thinking. Norman turned on his heel and left the couple to go answer the door.
"Probably dear. Wait. If you cant' remember anything, how do you know that's Dastun?" Dorothy inquired as she stared up at him, one hand resting protectively over her stomach as she asked.
"What are you talking about? I remember everything perfectly fine. I think I was just a little upset over a nightmare I had." Roger said now back to his usual calm and collected self.
His wife raised an eyebrow. "I know that you are my wife," he wrapped his arms around her. "I know that this is our child," Roger rested one hand on her stomach. "And I know that I love you. That's all that matters right?"
"I suppose so Roger," she beamed up at him. "But I don't think that Dastun is going to want to hear that. Considering that he is here to pick you up."
"Oh yeah. Another day at the station. "
Wait, what was I just so upset about again? A door? Wait, the station? A door to what? What was I babbling about? A Big what? Ohwell, it doesn't matter. I will play this part as long as she asks me too. Until I can figure out what this all is.
Images of Dorothy dusting and Norman working on the Big O quickly flashed before his eyes. Battles with the Big O also flashed in front of him. It was if his whole life was going by on a movie reel before his eyes.
"Roger?" Dorothy asked cautiously.
He snapped out of it. "Yes Dorothy?"
"Are you sure you're okay to go in today?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just need to get ready and I will be fine." He smiled weakly down at her.
"All right, if you say so," She smiled. Leaning up she placed a very gentle kiss upon his lips before pulling him away towards their bedroom.
*/-
Roger flung up his closet doors and looked at the clothes that hung before him. Next to his finely tailored suits were many Military Police uniforms. Removing one from the hanger he dressed quickly with Dorothy's help. Something about this process felt a little strange to Roger but he shrugged it off. I feel so calm. Dorothy is here. Norman is here. Everything is how it should be, minus a few minor details.
He kissed his wife goodbye before heading off to his job at the Military Police with Dastun.
By the end of the day most of his memories of his 'Old Life': The Big O, R. Dorothy Waynewright, Negotiations, and Angel were practically gone with out a trace.
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A/n: so ya confused yet? I know me saying that is annoying. Review! [please?]