A/n: Thanks for all the reviews. I wasn't sure how the last chapter was
going to affect people. I sort of thought of that plot twist out of
nowhere. I think I might post the crappy little song fic I wrote for
big O. but I don't know. Maybe. If I get bored. It's basically just
romancy. I dunno.
Oh and yay for me because I am not starting this chapter with Roger asleep or with them in bed or anything.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Big O do you think I would be writing Fan fics? Hrm.nope.
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Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 3-A - A partner
Roger watched Dorothy curiously stare at the food on her plate. Taking a sip of his water he raised an eyebrow at her as she poked some of her vegetables.
"What's the matter Dorothy?" He asked over his glass.
She jumped, "Um.nothing." 'Except I have no idea how or what to eat.' She watched Roger sipping his water. This she already knew how to do; she used to pretend to drink tea all the time.
Roger watched Dorothy look sadly at her plate once more. 'Why would she know how to eat if she never had to before?' He wondered. 'Wait, she didn't eat before?'
"Roger Smith would you please stop staring at me." Dorothy demanded.
Roger snapped out of his daze for the moment. "Sorry," he muttered.
Dorothy's stomach rumbled and she jumped again looking down at herself. Once again Roger watched her curiously.
"Obviously you're hungry. So why don't you eat something? Besides the baby is probably hungry as well." Roger pointed out.
'Wait, wait Baby? What baby?'
Dorothy's jaw dropped.
Her hand went to her stomach. 'Oh so that's what this is.' She thought patting her slightly swollen tummy. 'Wait, wait.'
"How did this happen?!" She blurted out almost jumping up from the table, Her scarlet hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned over her food.
'That's what I said,' he thought. "Um, Dorothy." He coughed slightly embarrassed. Dorothy rolled her eyes.
"I know that part Roger. But, but it's OUR child?'
"Yes of course! You are my wife Dorothy. Who else would father your child?"
"Well, no one I can think of but." Dorothy trailed off. 'Roger was her, was her, husband? WHAT?!'
Roger knew something strange was going on. As he stared at Dorothy sitting across from him, obvious shock and confusion ever present on her jaw- dropped face; an image of her flashed in front of his dark eyes.
Roger sprang from the table, a crazed look shown on his handsome face as he grabbed Dorothy roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back against her chair.
"Dorothy!" He practically yelled in her face.
"Yes Roger Smith?"
That was pretty much the answer he was looking for.
"R. Dorothy Waynewright."he murmured as if things were finally coming together. Yet he wasn't exactly sure what 'these things' were.
"Well, no technically if I were your wife my name would be Dorothy Smith would it not?" She asked, pretty much unfazed by his dramatics even though he was hurting her slightly.
Her question and voice once again snapped him out of his crazed stupor. "Yes, I suppose so. But Dorothy, how is this all possible? How." He once again gestured towards her stomach, and then to her face as he touched her cheek.
"I don't know Roger. Maybe it is all a dream."
He shook his head, "No this is more than a dream, it has to be."
"Maybe, this is the future?"
Roger released her then. His eyes burned into hers as he pulled away, shaking his head slowly. Roger turned his back on her and walked calmly from the table. Leaving his breakfast behind he entered his study. 'I need some time to think,' he thought before once again everything went black.
"You're doing too much thinking already Mr. Negotiator. This isn't the place for that." A voice told him.
"Why are you doing this?" Roger demanded.
"Because I can."
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"God-dammit Roger Smith!" The man cursed as he fumbled with the buttons on the machine. This was the machine that was connected to both Roger and Dorothy, and as he fidgeted with the technology Dorothy and Roger both began to convulse. "I guess all the bugs haven't been worked out yet. Why do you have to be so smart Roger? Why must you always ask question?"
"Yes, we give him his most inner desire and he can't just accept it. He always has to know 'why'?" A sultry female voice said from behind him.
The man turned awkwardly to look at the beauty hiding in the shadows of his lab. "Angel." he said.
She grinned at him. "You have done a wonderful job with her. I don't think Roger will know what hit him."
The man smiled but the act looked strange on him, it still looked like a scowl but more awkward, almost scary.
"Do you think he will give us what we want?" She asked him.
"I'm not sure. He's being such a pain in the ass and that android isn't helping either. Maybe if we leave them like this for a little while longer."
"I was actually hoping that there was a way to speed up the fantasy?"
"There is, but.they have a greater chance of figuring it out if I do that."
"What if we up'd their medication? Wouldn't that induce more of a memory loss?"
"Yes, but.they could overdose, then they wouldn't be of any use to you."
"Hmm.either way." Angel raised a slender finger to her chin, tapping it against it a few times as if in thought. "Which one is more of a threat?" She asked.
"Well, clearly the android.But if I ."
"So just give her more medication. That way she wont be able to answer any questions he has."
"Yes but what about the child?" He regretted asking this. He didn't care about the child anymore than Angel did. The child was only implanted to throw another monkey wrench at the negotiator and his partner.
"Ah, so the insemination was successful also?" Angel asked perking up slightly.
"Y-Yes. The only problem is, when they awaken she wont be as far along as the dream Dorothy."
Angel shrugged. She didn't give a damn about the child Dorothy was now carrying inside of her. Even though it was half Roger's she still wanted nothing to do with it because after all it was also half Dorothy's.
"It doesn't matter. It will still shock the hell out of Roger to see his beloved android pregnant. Then when he finds out that it is really his child he might just drop dead right there on the spot." She giggled. The man looked at her uneasily.
"Why don't we just completely mess with their heads then? Spice it up!" Angel demanded dramatically as she swung one arm in the air.
He cocked an eyebrow at her oddness, "Spice it up?" he asked.
"Yeah, just confuse them so much that when we wake them up they have no idea what's going on."
"Oh."
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Roger could hear the sound of a piano playing somewhere in the distance as he escaped the darkness that had engulfed him so suddenly.
"Dorothy," he muttered raising one large hand to his forehead. "Ah, my head hurts." He squinted at the sunlight that poured into this room.
'How did I get onto the couch', he wondered. 'Ohwell. Not important.'
Roger looked over to his collection of hourglasses. He stood shakily; balancing himself on the couch he made it over to the table and flipped one of the larger hourglasses over. He watched the sand drift down for a moment before once again seating himself.
He remembered Dorothy dusting those very hourglasses, what seemed like ages ago.
He could picture her in that weird green dress the first time she came to see him.
He saw her that day, the day she had asked him 'that question'. The day she asked about love after he had painted her that horrible self-portrait.
He smiled as he realized what had happened to them. They had in fact lost their memories in this world, or whatever this place was, and what had they done? They had fallen in love.
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a/n: I hope I quoted her question right. I couldn't remember it exactly. But you get the drift.
Oh and yay for me because I am not starting this chapter with Roger asleep or with them in bed or anything.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Big O do you think I would be writing Fan fics? Hrm.nope.
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Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 3-A - A partner
Roger watched Dorothy curiously stare at the food on her plate. Taking a sip of his water he raised an eyebrow at her as she poked some of her vegetables.
"What's the matter Dorothy?" He asked over his glass.
She jumped, "Um.nothing." 'Except I have no idea how or what to eat.' She watched Roger sipping his water. This she already knew how to do; she used to pretend to drink tea all the time.
Roger watched Dorothy look sadly at her plate once more. 'Why would she know how to eat if she never had to before?' He wondered. 'Wait, she didn't eat before?'
"Roger Smith would you please stop staring at me." Dorothy demanded.
Roger snapped out of his daze for the moment. "Sorry," he muttered.
Dorothy's stomach rumbled and she jumped again looking down at herself. Once again Roger watched her curiously.
"Obviously you're hungry. So why don't you eat something? Besides the baby is probably hungry as well." Roger pointed out.
'Wait, wait Baby? What baby?'
Dorothy's jaw dropped.
Her hand went to her stomach. 'Oh so that's what this is.' She thought patting her slightly swollen tummy. 'Wait, wait.'
"How did this happen?!" She blurted out almost jumping up from the table, Her scarlet hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned over her food.
'That's what I said,' he thought. "Um, Dorothy." He coughed slightly embarrassed. Dorothy rolled her eyes.
"I know that part Roger. But, but it's OUR child?'
"Yes of course! You are my wife Dorothy. Who else would father your child?"
"Well, no one I can think of but." Dorothy trailed off. 'Roger was her, was her, husband? WHAT?!'
Roger knew something strange was going on. As he stared at Dorothy sitting across from him, obvious shock and confusion ever present on her jaw- dropped face; an image of her flashed in front of his dark eyes.
Roger sprang from the table, a crazed look shown on his handsome face as he grabbed Dorothy roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back against her chair.
"Dorothy!" He practically yelled in her face.
"Yes Roger Smith?"
That was pretty much the answer he was looking for.
"R. Dorothy Waynewright."he murmured as if things were finally coming together. Yet he wasn't exactly sure what 'these things' were.
"Well, no technically if I were your wife my name would be Dorothy Smith would it not?" She asked, pretty much unfazed by his dramatics even though he was hurting her slightly.
Her question and voice once again snapped him out of his crazed stupor. "Yes, I suppose so. But Dorothy, how is this all possible? How." He once again gestured towards her stomach, and then to her face as he touched her cheek.
"I don't know Roger. Maybe it is all a dream."
He shook his head, "No this is more than a dream, it has to be."
"Maybe, this is the future?"
Roger released her then. His eyes burned into hers as he pulled away, shaking his head slowly. Roger turned his back on her and walked calmly from the table. Leaving his breakfast behind he entered his study. 'I need some time to think,' he thought before once again everything went black.
"You're doing too much thinking already Mr. Negotiator. This isn't the place for that." A voice told him.
"Why are you doing this?" Roger demanded.
"Because I can."
*/-
"God-dammit Roger Smith!" The man cursed as he fumbled with the buttons on the machine. This was the machine that was connected to both Roger and Dorothy, and as he fidgeted with the technology Dorothy and Roger both began to convulse. "I guess all the bugs haven't been worked out yet. Why do you have to be so smart Roger? Why must you always ask question?"
"Yes, we give him his most inner desire and he can't just accept it. He always has to know 'why'?" A sultry female voice said from behind him.
The man turned awkwardly to look at the beauty hiding in the shadows of his lab. "Angel." he said.
She grinned at him. "You have done a wonderful job with her. I don't think Roger will know what hit him."
The man smiled but the act looked strange on him, it still looked like a scowl but more awkward, almost scary.
"Do you think he will give us what we want?" She asked him.
"I'm not sure. He's being such a pain in the ass and that android isn't helping either. Maybe if we leave them like this for a little while longer."
"I was actually hoping that there was a way to speed up the fantasy?"
"There is, but.they have a greater chance of figuring it out if I do that."
"What if we up'd their medication? Wouldn't that induce more of a memory loss?"
"Yes, but.they could overdose, then they wouldn't be of any use to you."
"Hmm.either way." Angel raised a slender finger to her chin, tapping it against it a few times as if in thought. "Which one is more of a threat?" She asked.
"Well, clearly the android.But if I ."
"So just give her more medication. That way she wont be able to answer any questions he has."
"Yes but what about the child?" He regretted asking this. He didn't care about the child anymore than Angel did. The child was only implanted to throw another monkey wrench at the negotiator and his partner.
"Ah, so the insemination was successful also?" Angel asked perking up slightly.
"Y-Yes. The only problem is, when they awaken she wont be as far along as the dream Dorothy."
Angel shrugged. She didn't give a damn about the child Dorothy was now carrying inside of her. Even though it was half Roger's she still wanted nothing to do with it because after all it was also half Dorothy's.
"It doesn't matter. It will still shock the hell out of Roger to see his beloved android pregnant. Then when he finds out that it is really his child he might just drop dead right there on the spot." She giggled. The man looked at her uneasily.
"Why don't we just completely mess with their heads then? Spice it up!" Angel demanded dramatically as she swung one arm in the air.
He cocked an eyebrow at her oddness, "Spice it up?" he asked.
"Yeah, just confuse them so much that when we wake them up they have no idea what's going on."
"Oh."
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Roger could hear the sound of a piano playing somewhere in the distance as he escaped the darkness that had engulfed him so suddenly.
"Dorothy," he muttered raising one large hand to his forehead. "Ah, my head hurts." He squinted at the sunlight that poured into this room.
'How did I get onto the couch', he wondered. 'Ohwell. Not important.'
Roger looked over to his collection of hourglasses. He stood shakily; balancing himself on the couch he made it over to the table and flipped one of the larger hourglasses over. He watched the sand drift down for a moment before once again seating himself.
He remembered Dorothy dusting those very hourglasses, what seemed like ages ago.
He could picture her in that weird green dress the first time she came to see him.
He saw her that day, the day she had asked him 'that question'. The day she asked about love after he had painted her that horrible self-portrait.
He smiled as he realized what had happened to them. They had in fact lost their memories in this world, or whatever this place was, and what had they done? They had fallen in love.
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a/n: I hope I quoted her question right. I couldn't remember it exactly. But you get the drift.