A/n: Why is it, that after I post my first 2-3 chapters I always get
writer's block? Erggg..Okay this is going to be romancy and lovey dovey for
a little bit. Just warning you.
Thank you to the reviewers. You're all swell.
Disclaimer: Not the Big O Owner. Nope.
I forgot to put 2-A on the last chapter . Whoops.
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Negotiations With Roger Smith
This is part 2-B - Confusion
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Roger listened to Dorothy's steady breathing as she slept on his chest. Her scarlet hair spread out across her bare back, standing out vibrantly against the paleness of her skin. Roger ran his hand through her silky tresses, and down her back.
'She feels so soft, so real. Well I know she's real, but how?' The negotiator wondered.
He asked himself.
'Because, before she was.she was a.'
'She was.I cant remember.'
'Yes but, something feels strange about this.It just doesn't feel right.'
So end the dream, wake up and lose this life. Your beautiful and loving wife. Your unborn son."
His last few thoughts stung him somehow. He didn't want this happiness inside of him to end. Yet something was nagging at him. Something he couldn't understand right now. As of late he was a very confused and troubled man. He had strange dreams of events he couldn't remember, and when Roger awoke he couldn't even remember the dreams. But inside he knew, he knew there was some sort of warning hidden in them. Roger wasn't sure if his subconscious was working for him or against him.
But the only thing he did know was that he would do or give anything to stay with Dorothy and their child this way, forever if possible.
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"They've been missing almost a week now, you haven't found anything?" Norman asked Dastun standing in his office. The butler loomed over Dastun as he sat at his desk.
"No I'm afraid we haven't Norman. It's as if they disappeared off the face of the planet. As if they never even existed."
"How can that be? Who could have taken them?" Norman inquired.
"I don't know. We rounded up the usual suspects. But we came up with nothing. They're all clean. Whoever took Roger and Dorothy is new, and they're pretty damn good."
Norman sighed. "Alright, you'll let me know if you find anything wont you?"
"Of course Norman. You know that." Dastun stood to shake the butler's hand and then escorted him to the door. "Take care," he said before turning back to his work.
Norman walked wearily down the corridor. As he pushed himself through the glass doors out onto the hot sidewalk, he tried to reassure himself that Dorothy and Roger were all right, at least wherever they were. They were together.
*/-
The man stepped back examining his handiwork. Yes now she was definitely more beautiful than before. His eyes wandered over her naked form, a small smile forced its way onto his face but he pushed it away as quickly as it had come. He was very tempted to try her out, just to make sure he had worked all the bugs out, but he decided against it.
He ran a callused hand over her smooth stomach. His smile returned upon feeling the warmth that emitted from her body, feeling her soft skin.
'Yes, I am a genius.' He congratulated himself as his hand traveled further north. He stopped himself, throwing a blanket over the android before turning his back on her. He pulled a wire up from one of the machines that Roger was connected to and plugged the other end into Dorothy via a panel in her arm, this basically replacing her headband all together. Her bangs now hung limply over her eyes.
She twitched at first, and then gradually she calmed as she became aware of where she was.
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Dorothy's eyes slowly fluttered open. She was in a strange position, one she could not remember ever before being in. Her whole body felt strange, she felt off somehow. This realization in itself was bother enough, considering that she was acknowledging that she 'felt' something. Her body also felt very fatigued, at least that's what she assumed it was. She wanted to shut her eyes again and go back to sleep. But something was nagging her. She realized the position she was in was somewhere she had wanted to be for a long time.
In Roger's arms.
She bolted upright in the bed, waking Roger instantly.
"What's the matter? Are you sick?"
She gaped at him. Roger gaped back. He recognized this situation.
"R-Roger."
"Dorothy?"
"What's.what's going on here?" She asked pulling the black sheets up to cover herself.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? I mean.uhh." She moaned as one hand instinctively went to her mouth.
Suddenly she felt very nauseous, well she wasn't sure what the feeling was exactly but something told her it wasn't good. Roger recognized her movements, and in an instant he had pulled on a pair of pants and was lifting Dorothy from their bed.
'Wait, he can lift me?'
He carried her into the bathroom and cared for her as the morning sickness racked her body.
"Is this what it's always like to be human?" She said out loud without realizing it.
Roger stopped and looked down at her raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
That one remark should have made him realize right then and there what was going on. But it didn't. He had already forgotten or at least he was pretending to.
Another wave of nausea gripped her small body before she could question him again.
"What do you mean Dorothy? You've always been human."
She didn't know how to answer his question. Obviously something strange was going on.
Instead she pulled herself once again into his arms and he wrapped her in his warm and loving embrace. Dorothy realized that all the strength and power she had possessed was now gone. She could not crush Roger with her embrace anymore. She wanted to enjoy this dream as long as possible. 'Maybe,' she told herself. 'Maybe this is all just a dream anyway. Maybe these are the original Dorothy's dreams but for some reason whoever she was with- they have been replaced with Roger.'
"We should get cleaned up," Roger said into her hair as he turned on the shower ignoring her questions and his own.
'But how, if this is a dream.am I able to feel. What's going on?'
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A/n: I know it's short. But it's hard for me to type right now. Head. Pain. Ow.
Thank you to the reviewers. You're all swell.
Disclaimer: Not the Big O Owner. Nope.
I forgot to put 2-A on the last chapter . Whoops.
/*-
Negotiations With Roger Smith
This is part 2-B - Confusion
-
Roger listened to Dorothy's steady breathing as she slept on his chest. Her scarlet hair spread out across her bare back, standing out vibrantly against the paleness of her skin. Roger ran his hand through her silky tresses, and down her back.
'She feels so soft, so real. Well I know she's real, but how?' The negotiator wondered.
He asked himself.
'Because, before she was.she was a.'
'She was.I cant remember.'
'Yes but, something feels strange about this.It just doesn't feel right.'
So end the dream, wake up and lose this life. Your beautiful and loving wife. Your unborn son."
His last few thoughts stung him somehow. He didn't want this happiness inside of him to end. Yet something was nagging at him. Something he couldn't understand right now. As of late he was a very confused and troubled man. He had strange dreams of events he couldn't remember, and when Roger awoke he couldn't even remember the dreams. But inside he knew, he knew there was some sort of warning hidden in them. Roger wasn't sure if his subconscious was working for him or against him.
But the only thing he did know was that he would do or give anything to stay with Dorothy and their child this way, forever if possible.
/*-
"They've been missing almost a week now, you haven't found anything?" Norman asked Dastun standing in his office. The butler loomed over Dastun as he sat at his desk.
"No I'm afraid we haven't Norman. It's as if they disappeared off the face of the planet. As if they never even existed."
"How can that be? Who could have taken them?" Norman inquired.
"I don't know. We rounded up the usual suspects. But we came up with nothing. They're all clean. Whoever took Roger and Dorothy is new, and they're pretty damn good."
Norman sighed. "Alright, you'll let me know if you find anything wont you?"
"Of course Norman. You know that." Dastun stood to shake the butler's hand and then escorted him to the door. "Take care," he said before turning back to his work.
Norman walked wearily down the corridor. As he pushed himself through the glass doors out onto the hot sidewalk, he tried to reassure himself that Dorothy and Roger were all right, at least wherever they were. They were together.
*/-
The man stepped back examining his handiwork. Yes now she was definitely more beautiful than before. His eyes wandered over her naked form, a small smile forced its way onto his face but he pushed it away as quickly as it had come. He was very tempted to try her out, just to make sure he had worked all the bugs out, but he decided against it.
He ran a callused hand over her smooth stomach. His smile returned upon feeling the warmth that emitted from her body, feeling her soft skin.
'Yes, I am a genius.' He congratulated himself as his hand traveled further north. He stopped himself, throwing a blanket over the android before turning his back on her. He pulled a wire up from one of the machines that Roger was connected to and plugged the other end into Dorothy via a panel in her arm, this basically replacing her headband all together. Her bangs now hung limply over her eyes.
She twitched at first, and then gradually she calmed as she became aware of where she was.
/*-
Dorothy's eyes slowly fluttered open. She was in a strange position, one she could not remember ever before being in. Her whole body felt strange, she felt off somehow. This realization in itself was bother enough, considering that she was acknowledging that she 'felt' something. Her body also felt very fatigued, at least that's what she assumed it was. She wanted to shut her eyes again and go back to sleep. But something was nagging her. She realized the position she was in was somewhere she had wanted to be for a long time.
In Roger's arms.
She bolted upright in the bed, waking Roger instantly.
"What's the matter? Are you sick?"
She gaped at him. Roger gaped back. He recognized this situation.
"R-Roger."
"Dorothy?"
"What's.what's going on here?" She asked pulling the black sheets up to cover herself.
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? I mean.uhh." She moaned as one hand instinctively went to her mouth.
Suddenly she felt very nauseous, well she wasn't sure what the feeling was exactly but something told her it wasn't good. Roger recognized her movements, and in an instant he had pulled on a pair of pants and was lifting Dorothy from their bed.
'Wait, he can lift me?'
He carried her into the bathroom and cared for her as the morning sickness racked her body.
"Is this what it's always like to be human?" She said out loud without realizing it.
Roger stopped and looked down at her raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
That one remark should have made him realize right then and there what was going on. But it didn't. He had already forgotten or at least he was pretending to.
Another wave of nausea gripped her small body before she could question him again.
"What do you mean Dorothy? You've always been human."
She didn't know how to answer his question. Obviously something strange was going on.
Instead she pulled herself once again into his arms and he wrapped her in his warm and loving embrace. Dorothy realized that all the strength and power she had possessed was now gone. She could not crush Roger with her embrace anymore. She wanted to enjoy this dream as long as possible. 'Maybe,' she told herself. 'Maybe this is all just a dream anyway. Maybe these are the original Dorothy's dreams but for some reason whoever she was with- they have been replaced with Roger.'
"We should get cleaned up," Roger said into her hair as he turned on the shower ignoring her questions and his own.
'But how, if this is a dream.am I able to feel. What's going on?'
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A/n: I know it's short. But it's hard for me to type right now. Head. Pain. Ow.