A/n: Sorry I haven't written in like ten days [well now it's more]. I've
been writing my Inuyasha fic, and neglecting this one. I'm going to put a
cute Roger/Dorothy moment in here, since my other fic is making me really
sad.
I have the only fanfic in the fantasy section for big o . . . strange. . .
Thanks for the reviews.
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Disclaimer: No own Big O.
Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 3-B - A change
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Dorothy sat at the piano, her eyes watching the city as she played. Her small hands gently running smoothly over the keys. Strangely she could still play as well as before. Dorothy's petite frame swayed with the power of the notes, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the song. She sighed sadly as the piece ended and her dark eyes once again opened. A slender hand rested on her swollen belly as she winced in pain. Looking down she realized her stomach was a lot bigger than it had been only moments before. Confusion shown on her face, she appeared to be about seven to eight months pregnant, as before she was only about four months along.
'What's going on here? How is this possible? How am I pregnant in the first place? Doesn't Roger realize that this is all wrong? This can't be a dream; it feels so real, but it . . . '
The child's slight movement inside her interrupted her thoughts. Strangely a small smile graced her lips as she felt her son move.
Roger watched her from the hallway; smiling as he watched his wife. The negotiator took a step into the room. Dorothy looked up from her stomach; her smile grew as she watched him walk towards her. "Roger, come here. Feel this. It is so strange." She rubbed her belly as he kneeled in front of her. Pulling one of his large hands up to her, she rested it over her stomach. Roger's eyes widened as he felt the child kick under his palm.
"Dorothy . . ." He gasped smiling. "This is amazing."
His wife smiled back at him, "I know." Dorothy leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on the top of his head. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, I feel much better now."
Behind them the sun quickly set, and the moon rose in the sky. Suddenly the moon disappeared and the sun rose once again in its place. Birds flew by at an unnatural speed, planes flew by, and people walked the streets quickly and disappeared almost as if they were never even there. All of this went unnoticed by Roger and Dorothy, who were too wrapped up in each other and their unborn child to pay attention to the bizarre events taking place outside their window. Time was passing them by and they didn't even care. It no longer mattered.
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Norman pulled the huge door open to reveal Dastun standing on the other side. "Hello, Colonel Dastun. Have you found out anything?"
The officer looked at him sadly. "No, nothing Norman. I was just hoping I could talk to you about a few things. "
Norman stepped to the side and allowed the man to enter. He escorted him up into Roger's office.
"Is there anyone you can think of that would want to capture the two of them and not offer a ransom? Were there any strange cases that he was involved in recently that may have led to something like this?" Dastun asked looking hopeful as he took a seat on the couch.
"Well, the last case they were involved in was something to do with . . . android experimentation. Supposedly there was a young man who believed he had memories of the Megadii and the creation of androids . . . He wasn't even alive forty years ago, maybe he is some sort of genius. But evidently he was kidnapping androids and using them for his strange experiments. Apparently he was trying to figure out whether or not androids could feel and have souls, and if not, he was trying to discover a way to make robots become human, or close to it."
"Do you know who first contacted Roger about this guy?" Dastun asked as he rubbed the back of his neck, already feeling more tension forming there.
"I'm not really sure, one of his informants. The case was more on a personal level, I believe Master Roger only got involved to protect Miss Dorothy's welfare."
"I see. Just what is his relationship with her anyway Norman?" Dastun asked, his features perking up as he waited for Norman's answer.
"I couldn't really say for sure myself sir. Just when I think I have it figured out, something happens and it changes again." Norman shrugged frowning slightly. "I don't think they even know what their relationship is."
Dastun frowned. This wasn't the answer he was hoping for. He wanted to find out once and for all if the rumors were true. He feared that he would never find out if Roger and Dorothy were in fact lovers, but he wasn't really sure why he was so interested either. "Alright Norman, I'll have to look in to this guy you're talking about, do you know his name?"
"Well, I know that he was using a very strange alias. No one seemed to be able to find out anything about the man besides his fake name, and the fact that he had memories. All other information on him seemed to have been practically erased, or maybe it never existed. That could be what led him to chose such a strange name for himself."
"Hrm. . . Interesting. . . What is his alias, Norman?"
"Spook."
"Great," Dastun rolled his eyes. "He'll be easy to track down. There has to be at least fifty slime balls in Paradigm named 'Spook'." The officer's voice was drenched with frustration and sarcasm. He groaned as he stood. Shaking the butler's hand quickly before pulling his cap back on, he made his way to the door. "I'll show myself out Norman. Ill call if I find out anything."
"Alright, good day sir."
Norman frowned as the door closed behind Dastun, maybe he should have mentioned that Angel was the one who told Roger about this strange man. But he brushed that thought aside; the butler had his own investigation to get back to. He was trying to learn as much as he could about the woman who called herself Angel, and the man who called himself Spook. He knew he couldn't put all his faith in Dastun to solve this case. Especially with all the key players involved. 'If Angel is involved, this cant be good. And if Rosewater is involved, it's even worse.'
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Dorothy buttoned up Roger's shirt as he fastened his tie around his neck. She pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around his muscular frame as she inhaled his scent. The sense of smell was a wonderful thing; she would try to remember his fragrance forever. It would be committed to her memory, just in case the dream ended. She hugged him a little tighter at this thought and he embraced her as if thinking the same thing.
"None of this seems strange to you, Roger?" She asked, her words slightly muffled by his chest.
He sighed, "I'm afraid to admit it Dorothy. It may seem strange, but it feels nice at the same time."
A small smile formed on her face, and Roger pushed his wife back by her shoulders. He looked into her eyes and smiled back. "Don't you like it the way things are now?"
"Yes, but . . . " He silenced her with a kiss, a kiss that was then interrupted by Dastun's loud knocking at the door.
"Dammit." Roger muttered against Dorothy's mouth.
Dorothy smiled again, "Have fun at work."
"Yes, dear." He said, trying to sound like the typical sitcom husband as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the bedroom. Dorothy followed, kissing him goodbye before he walked out the door with Dastun. Suddenly a strange feeling swept over her, she protectively placed a hand on her stomach before calling out to her husband.
"Roger!" He stopped, turning to face her. "Be careful today! I love you!"
He smiled, "I will! Love you too!" He waved and then turned his back on her before following Dastun to the car.
Dorothy watched him go, no matter what she did she couldn't lose that strange feeling that had somehow wormed its way into her mind. Today wasn't going to be a good day.
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I have the only fanfic in the fantasy section for big o . . . strange. . .
Thanks for the reviews.
/*
Disclaimer: No own Big O.
Negotiations with Roger Smith
Part 3-B - A change
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Dorothy sat at the piano, her eyes watching the city as she played. Her small hands gently running smoothly over the keys. Strangely she could still play as well as before. Dorothy's petite frame swayed with the power of the notes, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the song. She sighed sadly as the piece ended and her dark eyes once again opened. A slender hand rested on her swollen belly as she winced in pain. Looking down she realized her stomach was a lot bigger than it had been only moments before. Confusion shown on her face, she appeared to be about seven to eight months pregnant, as before she was only about four months along.
'What's going on here? How is this possible? How am I pregnant in the first place? Doesn't Roger realize that this is all wrong? This can't be a dream; it feels so real, but it . . . '
The child's slight movement inside her interrupted her thoughts. Strangely a small smile graced her lips as she felt her son move.
Roger watched her from the hallway; smiling as he watched his wife. The negotiator took a step into the room. Dorothy looked up from her stomach; her smile grew as she watched him walk towards her. "Roger, come here. Feel this. It is so strange." She rubbed her belly as he kneeled in front of her. Pulling one of his large hands up to her, she rested it over her stomach. Roger's eyes widened as he felt the child kick under his palm.
"Dorothy . . ." He gasped smiling. "This is amazing."
His wife smiled back at him, "I know." Dorothy leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on the top of his head. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, I feel much better now."
Behind them the sun quickly set, and the moon rose in the sky. Suddenly the moon disappeared and the sun rose once again in its place. Birds flew by at an unnatural speed, planes flew by, and people walked the streets quickly and disappeared almost as if they were never even there. All of this went unnoticed by Roger and Dorothy, who were too wrapped up in each other and their unborn child to pay attention to the bizarre events taking place outside their window. Time was passing them by and they didn't even care. It no longer mattered.
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Norman pulled the huge door open to reveal Dastun standing on the other side. "Hello, Colonel Dastun. Have you found out anything?"
The officer looked at him sadly. "No, nothing Norman. I was just hoping I could talk to you about a few things. "
Norman stepped to the side and allowed the man to enter. He escorted him up into Roger's office.
"Is there anyone you can think of that would want to capture the two of them and not offer a ransom? Were there any strange cases that he was involved in recently that may have led to something like this?" Dastun asked looking hopeful as he took a seat on the couch.
"Well, the last case they were involved in was something to do with . . . android experimentation. Supposedly there was a young man who believed he had memories of the Megadii and the creation of androids . . . He wasn't even alive forty years ago, maybe he is some sort of genius. But evidently he was kidnapping androids and using them for his strange experiments. Apparently he was trying to figure out whether or not androids could feel and have souls, and if not, he was trying to discover a way to make robots become human, or close to it."
"Do you know who first contacted Roger about this guy?" Dastun asked as he rubbed the back of his neck, already feeling more tension forming there.
"I'm not really sure, one of his informants. The case was more on a personal level, I believe Master Roger only got involved to protect Miss Dorothy's welfare."
"I see. Just what is his relationship with her anyway Norman?" Dastun asked, his features perking up as he waited for Norman's answer.
"I couldn't really say for sure myself sir. Just when I think I have it figured out, something happens and it changes again." Norman shrugged frowning slightly. "I don't think they even know what their relationship is."
Dastun frowned. This wasn't the answer he was hoping for. He wanted to find out once and for all if the rumors were true. He feared that he would never find out if Roger and Dorothy were in fact lovers, but he wasn't really sure why he was so interested either. "Alright Norman, I'll have to look in to this guy you're talking about, do you know his name?"
"Well, I know that he was using a very strange alias. No one seemed to be able to find out anything about the man besides his fake name, and the fact that he had memories. All other information on him seemed to have been practically erased, or maybe it never existed. That could be what led him to chose such a strange name for himself."
"Hrm. . . Interesting. . . What is his alias, Norman?"
"Spook."
"Great," Dastun rolled his eyes. "He'll be easy to track down. There has to be at least fifty slime balls in Paradigm named 'Spook'." The officer's voice was drenched with frustration and sarcasm. He groaned as he stood. Shaking the butler's hand quickly before pulling his cap back on, he made his way to the door. "I'll show myself out Norman. Ill call if I find out anything."
"Alright, good day sir."
Norman frowned as the door closed behind Dastun, maybe he should have mentioned that Angel was the one who told Roger about this strange man. But he brushed that thought aside; the butler had his own investigation to get back to. He was trying to learn as much as he could about the woman who called herself Angel, and the man who called himself Spook. He knew he couldn't put all his faith in Dastun to solve this case. Especially with all the key players involved. 'If Angel is involved, this cant be good. And if Rosewater is involved, it's even worse.'
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Dorothy buttoned up Roger's shirt as he fastened his tie around his neck. She pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around his muscular frame as she inhaled his scent. The sense of smell was a wonderful thing; she would try to remember his fragrance forever. It would be committed to her memory, just in case the dream ended. She hugged him a little tighter at this thought and he embraced her as if thinking the same thing.
"None of this seems strange to you, Roger?" She asked, her words slightly muffled by his chest.
He sighed, "I'm afraid to admit it Dorothy. It may seem strange, but it feels nice at the same time."
A small smile formed on her face, and Roger pushed his wife back by her shoulders. He looked into her eyes and smiled back. "Don't you like it the way things are now?"
"Yes, but . . . " He silenced her with a kiss, a kiss that was then interrupted by Dastun's loud knocking at the door.
"Dammit." Roger muttered against Dorothy's mouth.
Dorothy smiled again, "Have fun at work."
"Yes, dear." He said, trying to sound like the typical sitcom husband as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the bedroom. Dorothy followed, kissing him goodbye before he walked out the door with Dastun. Suddenly a strange feeling swept over her, she protectively placed a hand on her stomach before calling out to her husband.
"Roger!" He stopped, turning to face her. "Be careful today! I love you!"
He smiled, "I will! Love you too!" He waved and then turned his back on her before following Dastun to the car.
Dorothy watched him go, no matter what she did she couldn't lose that strange feeling that had somehow wormed its way into her mind. Today wasn't going to be a good day.
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