A/n: I'm sorry I've been an ass and haven't written. I suck I suck, I'm
sorry. I've been reading a lot of vampire books and watching a lot of
vampire related animes, such as: Hellsing and Nightwalker, and other stuff
so they're not helping me concentrate on my big o and Inuyasha fics. But
yah, also I've been watching the big o and it sort of messed up my whole
thought process with my fic since I was sort of trying to loosely go along
with the show for the most part, but now that wont work. Ohwell. yeah and
when I started this fic I hated angel, and now she's sort of grown on me.
And since I haven't written in like two months I'm like back where I
started as far as my writing and flow goes. But fuck it ohwell ill try to
finish this before I off myself or break my computer.
There ya go super long author's note since I haven't written in a long time. sorry.
Dislcaimer: No i dont own big o. short simple to the point.
Part-5-A -Realization
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"Ro. . .ger. . ."
Images of fingers caressing piano keys floated before her eyes.
"Rog. .er. . ."
A duster. A wristwatch, an eyepatch. A man with strange blonde hair curled in the front, a knife poised in his hand.
"No, please. . ."
Sharp pain shot up through her small frame and she gasped, her eyes flew open. The man's laugh echoed through her brain. As her eyes began to focus she realized that it was just a dream.
"Beck," she muttered staring intently at the tiled ceiling above her.
"What miss?" A nurse called from her side. Dorothy's eyes fluttered open and closed. Her breathing was labored as more sharp pains wracked her body. Moaning, her head lulled from side to side.
"Roger. Roger. Norman. Roger."
"Shhh, your husband will be here soon. Try to stay calm, your baby is on its way." The nurse whispered, brushing strands of crimson hair away from her patient's face, soothing the very stressed mother-to-be. "Everything will be just fine."
Dorothy just stared at the nurse's comforting face, but she wasn't really seeing her. In front of her eyes more strange images passed, images that she knew she recognized but she couldn't quite place.
A huge monstrous machine, a sinister looking man in a white suit. 'Rosewater. . .' An awkward young man with dark messing hair that threatened to cover his eerie blue eyes. 'Spook. . .'
"Alright, when I give you the signal, push Dorothy, alright?" The Doctor instructed, interrupting her hallucinations.
Dorothy half moaned half mumbled a response and the Doctor nodded.
'Why is this happening? Why now?'
A beautiful blonde woman with a strange all-knowing smile gave a small bow before the android's clouded vision. She reached into her inner coat pocket and retrieved a small pistol.
'Roger please hurry. I need you.'
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The nervous negotiator was already halfway out of the car before Dastun even had time to think about stopping.
"Roger! Dammit! You arent going to do her any good if we have to have you carried in on a stretcher ya know!" The officer called after his friend through the open door of the police cruiser, slamming on the brakes.
"Didnt even bother to shut the door," he muttered as he watched Roger limp across the lawn to the hospital.
Leaning over he shut the door and then drove off to find a suitable parking spot.
Roger chanted his wife's name over and over like a mantra, ignoring the ever present scary hallucinations that threatened to take over his very being, he marched through the doors to the hospital and followed the signs to the maternity ward.
A nurse spotted him as he trudged down the hallway, peeking in here and there in hopes that he would find Dorothy or Norman or anyone who seemed familiar.
"Sir? Sir! Can I help you?" The nurse asked chasing after him.
Roger stopped short and stared down at her as if she were speaking gibberish.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
Finally Roger snapped out of it. He combed his fingers through his dark locks smoothing out the disarray in order to impress the nurse before him.
"Yes, I'm looking for my wife, Dorothy Waynewr--Er. . . I mean Dorothy Smith."
"Oh yes! She's in room 5-A straight down, make the first right and it's the first door on the left." She revealed pointing him in the right direction.
"Uh, thank you. . ." he said already making his way to his wife's room. He hobbled forward, the corner was just up ahead, and soon he would be reunited with his love, and maybe even his newborn child.
Roger noticed the shadow of a man coming his way; he stopped quickly to avoid colliding with he stranger. He looked up from the floor just in time to see the figure as it turned the corner. Roger gasped, his jaw hung open as he gaped at the man in front of him.
"Well hello. Roger." The man in red said cheerfully as he smiled.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Roger roared, his face contorted into an angry scowl.
"I was checking up on my beloved Dorothy of course."
"She is not your anything! She is my wife! I demand to know who you are and what you're up to!"
"Roger are you really that dense? I'm you of course."
The negotiator gasped as he stood face to face with his doppelganger. The other Roger, the man in red smiled as the original Roger grimaced. "How can this be?" He muttered through clenched teeth.
"You still haven't figured it out have you? Is the dream really that good? Is this fantasy world more important to you?"
"What are you talking about?!" Roger growled.
His double smiled again, as if that was the only answer Roger needed.
"Stop smiling like that! What are you up to?"
"Roger please. . ." A familiar monotone voice said from behind the Roger dressed in red.
"Dorothy?"
"Listen to us Roger, you have to take Dorothy and get out of here." She instructed, resting one pale hand against the negotiator's double. Her short hair barely moved as she swayed, leaning into him.
Roger looked confused standing there in his disheveled military police uniform, watching in awe as his android kissed. . . well kissed him. But it wasn't him. He had a twinge of jealousy but only for a moment, but then he shook it off.
"Wait a second, what the hell are you talking about?" He demanded, certain things finally sinking into that thick skull of his.
"Roger haven't you figured it out yet? This world is not real, this isn't your life. Don't you see us? We're reflections of your true selves. Don't you remember Roger? Dorothy is an android, she isn't human, and she can't have your child. This is all. . . "
"No," Roger interrupted. " It can't be. All of this is so real. I can feel, and smell, all my senses work. If this was a dream I wouldn't have any of these abilities. Who put you up to this? Was it Rosew-"
"ROOOOoOooOooOOGGGERRrrrrrRRRR!"
He recognized that voice immediately. The person screaming his name in excruciating pain was none other than his wife. Before he could even make it into her room he heard it. The sound he never thought he would hear, and it was strange, the noise should have made him cover his ears. But he didn't, instead it almost brought a tear to his eye. That was his new son or daughter crying in there, that was his beautiful wife screaming for him to come see. He had missed the birth, but he would be there for their life. That had to be enough.
Roger stood in the doorway watching the nurses run around frantically. One held the child in her arms, cleaning him or her. His gaze finally rested on Dorothy's tired frame, she looked over at him and smiled slightly, obviously exhausted. Her eyes fluttered, heavy with sleep.
"Dorothy," he murmured finally walking over to her, apparently unseen by all the hospital staff. He kneeled beside her, taking her small hand in his. "Are you alright?" He asked his eyes glistening with tears.
"Roger, I love you. . .take care of the. . ." She whispered to him as her eyes drifted closed.
It took the negotiator a few moments to realize what was happening. Many emotions played across his face as he watched his wife's eyes close for the last time. Finally the knowledge of this sunk in and he reached over and gently shook her. But there was no response.
He screamed and screamed until the doctor finally noticed him. A nurse stood off to the side cradling the newborn in her arms as the child began to cry.
Later, Roger sat in the waiting room completely shocked. 'A room full of doctors and nurses and they did nothing? They didn't notice? Couldn't do anything? What?'
Tears glistened on his pale face as the trailed their way down and dripped onto his hands. "Dorothy."
He stood, using the wall for support he walked down to the intensive care unit and peered in at his child. He wanted to smile, he really did. But he just wasn't able.
"No Dorothy, you cant be gone. We were only together for such a short time. No I wont allow it." He muttered, lightly bounced his head off the wall a few times, trying to knock some sense into himself.
"Roger, she isn't dead."
He opened his eyes and turned his head to scowl at the android.
"What did you say?"
"I said, Roger. She isn't dead. I don't know where she is, but she isn't dead. She escaped. You should do the same while you can. I will help you in any way that I can."
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A/n: Scared ya didn't I? Hehehe. It's funny, both fics I have going now, have the people having babies, at about the same time. Strange very strange. Don't worry, you'll see what happens. Even though I love to kill off characters I rarely kill off the main ones. Just sit back, relax enjoy the ride.
There ya go super long author's note since I haven't written in a long time. sorry.
Dislcaimer: No i dont own big o. short simple to the point.
Part-5-A -Realization
*-
"Ro. . .ger. . ."
Images of fingers caressing piano keys floated before her eyes.
"Rog. .er. . ."
A duster. A wristwatch, an eyepatch. A man with strange blonde hair curled in the front, a knife poised in his hand.
"No, please. . ."
Sharp pain shot up through her small frame and she gasped, her eyes flew open. The man's laugh echoed through her brain. As her eyes began to focus she realized that it was just a dream.
"Beck," she muttered staring intently at the tiled ceiling above her.
"What miss?" A nurse called from her side. Dorothy's eyes fluttered open and closed. Her breathing was labored as more sharp pains wracked her body. Moaning, her head lulled from side to side.
"Roger. Roger. Norman. Roger."
"Shhh, your husband will be here soon. Try to stay calm, your baby is on its way." The nurse whispered, brushing strands of crimson hair away from her patient's face, soothing the very stressed mother-to-be. "Everything will be just fine."
Dorothy just stared at the nurse's comforting face, but she wasn't really seeing her. In front of her eyes more strange images passed, images that she knew she recognized but she couldn't quite place.
A huge monstrous machine, a sinister looking man in a white suit. 'Rosewater. . .' An awkward young man with dark messing hair that threatened to cover his eerie blue eyes. 'Spook. . .'
"Alright, when I give you the signal, push Dorothy, alright?" The Doctor instructed, interrupting her hallucinations.
Dorothy half moaned half mumbled a response and the Doctor nodded.
'Why is this happening? Why now?'
A beautiful blonde woman with a strange all-knowing smile gave a small bow before the android's clouded vision. She reached into her inner coat pocket and retrieved a small pistol.
'Roger please hurry. I need you.'
*-
The nervous negotiator was already halfway out of the car before Dastun even had time to think about stopping.
"Roger! Dammit! You arent going to do her any good if we have to have you carried in on a stretcher ya know!" The officer called after his friend through the open door of the police cruiser, slamming on the brakes.
"Didnt even bother to shut the door," he muttered as he watched Roger limp across the lawn to the hospital.
Leaning over he shut the door and then drove off to find a suitable parking spot.
Roger chanted his wife's name over and over like a mantra, ignoring the ever present scary hallucinations that threatened to take over his very being, he marched through the doors to the hospital and followed the signs to the maternity ward.
A nurse spotted him as he trudged down the hallway, peeking in here and there in hopes that he would find Dorothy or Norman or anyone who seemed familiar.
"Sir? Sir! Can I help you?" The nurse asked chasing after him.
Roger stopped short and stared down at her as if she were speaking gibberish.
"Sir? Are you alright?"
Finally Roger snapped out of it. He combed his fingers through his dark locks smoothing out the disarray in order to impress the nurse before him.
"Yes, I'm looking for my wife, Dorothy Waynewr--Er. . . I mean Dorothy Smith."
"Oh yes! She's in room 5-A straight down, make the first right and it's the first door on the left." She revealed pointing him in the right direction.
"Uh, thank you. . ." he said already making his way to his wife's room. He hobbled forward, the corner was just up ahead, and soon he would be reunited with his love, and maybe even his newborn child.
Roger noticed the shadow of a man coming his way; he stopped quickly to avoid colliding with he stranger. He looked up from the floor just in time to see the figure as it turned the corner. Roger gasped, his jaw hung open as he gaped at the man in front of him.
"Well hello. Roger." The man in red said cheerfully as he smiled.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Roger roared, his face contorted into an angry scowl.
"I was checking up on my beloved Dorothy of course."
"She is not your anything! She is my wife! I demand to know who you are and what you're up to!"
"Roger are you really that dense? I'm you of course."
The negotiator gasped as he stood face to face with his doppelganger. The other Roger, the man in red smiled as the original Roger grimaced. "How can this be?" He muttered through clenched teeth.
"You still haven't figured it out have you? Is the dream really that good? Is this fantasy world more important to you?"
"What are you talking about?!" Roger growled.
His double smiled again, as if that was the only answer Roger needed.
"Stop smiling like that! What are you up to?"
"Roger please. . ." A familiar monotone voice said from behind the Roger dressed in red.
"Dorothy?"
"Listen to us Roger, you have to take Dorothy and get out of here." She instructed, resting one pale hand against the negotiator's double. Her short hair barely moved as she swayed, leaning into him.
Roger looked confused standing there in his disheveled military police uniform, watching in awe as his android kissed. . . well kissed him. But it wasn't him. He had a twinge of jealousy but only for a moment, but then he shook it off.
"Wait a second, what the hell are you talking about?" He demanded, certain things finally sinking into that thick skull of his.
"Roger haven't you figured it out yet? This world is not real, this isn't your life. Don't you see us? We're reflections of your true selves. Don't you remember Roger? Dorothy is an android, she isn't human, and she can't have your child. This is all. . . "
"No," Roger interrupted. " It can't be. All of this is so real. I can feel, and smell, all my senses work. If this was a dream I wouldn't have any of these abilities. Who put you up to this? Was it Rosew-"
"ROOOOoOooOooOOGGGERRrrrrrRRRR!"
He recognized that voice immediately. The person screaming his name in excruciating pain was none other than his wife. Before he could even make it into her room he heard it. The sound he never thought he would hear, and it was strange, the noise should have made him cover his ears. But he didn't, instead it almost brought a tear to his eye. That was his new son or daughter crying in there, that was his beautiful wife screaming for him to come see. He had missed the birth, but he would be there for their life. That had to be enough.
Roger stood in the doorway watching the nurses run around frantically. One held the child in her arms, cleaning him or her. His gaze finally rested on Dorothy's tired frame, she looked over at him and smiled slightly, obviously exhausted. Her eyes fluttered, heavy with sleep.
"Dorothy," he murmured finally walking over to her, apparently unseen by all the hospital staff. He kneeled beside her, taking her small hand in his. "Are you alright?" He asked his eyes glistening with tears.
"Roger, I love you. . .take care of the. . ." She whispered to him as her eyes drifted closed.
It took the negotiator a few moments to realize what was happening. Many emotions played across his face as he watched his wife's eyes close for the last time. Finally the knowledge of this sunk in and he reached over and gently shook her. But there was no response.
He screamed and screamed until the doctor finally noticed him. A nurse stood off to the side cradling the newborn in her arms as the child began to cry.
Later, Roger sat in the waiting room completely shocked. 'A room full of doctors and nurses and they did nothing? They didn't notice? Couldn't do anything? What?'
Tears glistened on his pale face as the trailed their way down and dripped onto his hands. "Dorothy."
He stood, using the wall for support he walked down to the intensive care unit and peered in at his child. He wanted to smile, he really did. But he just wasn't able.
"No Dorothy, you cant be gone. We were only together for such a short time. No I wont allow it." He muttered, lightly bounced his head off the wall a few times, trying to knock some sense into himself.
"Roger, she isn't dead."
He opened his eyes and turned his head to scowl at the android.
"What did you say?"
"I said, Roger. She isn't dead. I don't know where she is, but she isn't dead. She escaped. You should do the same while you can. I will help you in any way that I can."
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A/n: Scared ya didn't I? Hehehe. It's funny, both fics I have going now, have the people having babies, at about the same time. Strange very strange. Don't worry, you'll see what happens. Even though I love to kill off characters I rarely kill off the main ones. Just sit back, relax enjoy the ride.