A/n: Ive got nothing to say right now. WOW. That's a first.
Okay now that's it is hours later I want to say, what the fuck to the last
episode of Big O. IT made sense yet not. And I heard a rumor that there is
a third season but that could be a bunch of crap, who knows. Ohwell.
Whatever.
Right now I am rather jittery and twitchy after drinking a whole pot of coffeee. WOOWOWOOWOWOoooooooO!
Disclaimer: No own Big O. [I almost wrote I don't own Cowboy Bebop, and I'm not even writing a Bebop fic right now, weird.]
Part 5-B- More Realizations? Heh.
"Dorothy, I'm glad that you're much lighter than you used to be but there's something strange about all this. I mean you are light, but you're still a little heavier than I originally thought. If I didn't know any better I would say that you've gained a few pounds." Beck observed as he carried the unconscious bio-android out of Spook's laboratory.
"Hey Boss," one of the henchmen called after him.
"Yeah, what is it?" He muttered spinning around to face them.
"What about the negotiator?"
"Hmm. . . That's a good question. Well let's load all this stuff up first and then we'll figure out what to do with him." Beck ordered, turned away briskly still holding Dorothy in his arms as he walked towards the van. Another one of his men followed with a tied up and very angry looking Spook.
"I have to commend you my man on a what a splendid job you've done with her. It is quite remarkable. It isn't often that I meet a genius such as myself."
Spook growled behind his gag, and glared evilly at Beck.
"Too bad it's not going to matter any. My help has been enlisted and my boss no longer cares about her body, he needs what lies in memory banks instead. I guess the plan to screw with the negotiator and his beloved android has been moved to the back burner."
"Noooo!" Spook screamed through the gag, wiggling his face enough to free himself of the cursed thing. "You cant, she's pregnant. If you do that you'll kill the child!"
Beck turned to Spook aghast. He handed Dorothy over to one of the other men, who in turn loaded her gently into the van.
"She's WHAT!??!?!!"
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Roger stared down at the all too familiar face of his favorite android, Dorothy.
"What did you say?"
"Have you not been listening to us Roger? This whole time we've been trying to tell you that this isn't real, that it's just some ruse set up by whomever to trap you. But have you listened? NO!"
The depressed and exhausted negotiator stared down at her helplessly. He shrugged, not knowing what to say.
If the android could have sighed in frustration she would have.
"Roger, do you not remember the Big O? Or being a Negotiator?"
He thought for a minute, staring at his newborn child as he did so. His mind swept over his memories and he squinted against them. He did remember all those things, vaguely. Unfortunately.
"I don't think I want to, I wanted this life to be real so badly. . . but now . . .now I don't want this life either. I don't want to be anywhere if Dorothy isn't there with me." He murmured once again staring off into space.
R. Dorothy watched him very carefully, as gently as she was able she reached out and touched him with cool fingertips. His head snapped to the right as he stared down at her awkwardly.
"Dorothy. . ."
She ran her pale hand down his arm grasping his large hand in her tiny one. "Roger, come with me."
"What about the child. . ." He muttered his gaze shifting back to the tiny baby wiggling around in the incubator.
"The child isn't real Roger. It doesn't matter; there are more important matters to be taken care of. Please, come with me."
Roger looked once more at the child, his child, and then slowly nodded as he let the android lead him away. The image of his tiny baby burned forever into his memory, real or not. Tears escaped his eyes but he swept them away with the back of his hand absentmindedly.
Dorothy led Roger from the hospital, he held onto her hand following slightly behind her as if he were a child. She pulled him along until they were a good distance from the hospital, out into a seemingly deserted area of the city. She stopped abruptly and raised her arm up towards her face, revealing a very familiar but strange wristwatch, in which she spoke the words, " BIG O IT'S SHOWTIME!"
*/--man I so wanted to end it there but I figured you guys would lynch me. Ergg. That is if you still care about this story or not- it's gonna get
confusing - even more so from here.*/*-
"You really are a freakin genius, they weren't kidding." Beck muttered as he stared down at Roger's unconscious form. Spook stood to his side, still bound but no longer gagged.
"Yeah well, I just have the knowledge I don't know how or why. But it's too late now. The damage is already done."
"Well, not that I care or anything about the kid. It's more for curiosity's sake that I'm going to help you. I want to see what happens when she actually gives birth and all that. I mean, can you think of how much money we can make off of this?"
Spook shot Beck a sideways glance, the first chance he got he was going to get the hell away from this dumbass and escape with Dorothy. For some reason he suddenly cared about her well being, and the well being of her unborn child. He didn't know the cause, but he didn't really care right now. It wasn't that important. He only knew that his heart had suddenly decided to kick in and overwhelm his mind with emotions, and his conscience also had a huge part to play in it all as well. A small growl escaped him and it was Beck's turn to give him a sideways glance.
"Is something the matter? I told you I would help you. What the hell are you growling about?"
"Nothing, can't you untie me? These ropes are a little more than annoying."
"Uh, I don't know about that just yet. . . But what the hell are we going to do with Mr. Negotiator over here?"
"If we pull him out too abruptly it could screw him up permanently."
"Hmm," Beck scratched at his chin for a moment. "What if he has already figured it out and awakens on his own?"
Spook shrugged, despite the ropes. "It wouldn't be pretty, I assure you."
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The ground began to tremble violently, and Roger recognized that feeling immediately. He still held Dorothy's hand in his own as he watched his once beloved Mega duce appear before him. This time he did not have to fight to keep his balance, he stood firm as Big O emerged from the subways.
"Big O. . . " Roger murmured, staring up at the machine intently.
"Roger," Dorothy said flatly, but when Roger turned to look at her she wasn't even glancing in his direction. His attention was jerked back to the Black Mega Duce as the familiar sounds of movement came from it. Before his eyes, the top of the left foot of Big O lifted to reveal Roger's red clad doppelganger. He walked towards them, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his handsome face the whole while.
"Well hello Roger," he said smiling.
Roger growled at him in response, clenching Dorothy's small hand in his fist. Suddenly, without hesitation he dropped Dorothy's hand and knew exactly what he had to do, as he punched his twin straight in the face. The other Roger stumbled backward slightly surprised.
"I was waiting for you to do that," he said covering the wounded half of his face with his hand.
"And why is that?" Roger scoffed, ignoring the sudden pain in his hand as he stepped towards himself.
"Because it means you have finally come to your senses." He snickered slightly as he dropped his hand to reveal a metal skeleton hidden underneath the torn fragments of skin.
Roger gasped. "You're an android."
The other Roger only smiled at himself. "If you only knew Roger. If you only knew."
The negotiator didn't hesitate, he punched his doppelganger once again, this time the Roger in red lost his footing and landed on his backside on the pavement.
"Yes, yes, that's it. . ." he babbled as he stared at Dorothy, whom hadn't moved from her spot, or said a single word the whole time. "More, more. . ."
Roger looked down at him rather confused; suddenly the world in front of him began to gray. He blinked and rubbed his eyes but it was no use. Instead of following through with his plan of kicking the man on the ground he ran towards Big O, and climbed into the elevator.
As he entered the cockpit he looked around himself. 'Everything looks exactly the same as it always has,' he thought not knowing exactly what to do next. His heart began to beat rapidly as he glanced around the empty cockpit. 'If I don't do something soon I'm going to hyperventilate.' Without warning the Negotiator began ripping out wires and kicking anything in sight. Sparks and smoke flew all around him as he frantically tried to dismantle Big O. His gray surroundings began to darken even more and he knew that somehow he had found the key to unlocking this world. Soon he would be free, soon he would be reunited with Dorothy and all would be right with the world.
Or so he thought as darkness claimed him once again.
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Laughs maniacally and twitches and fidgets from the caffeine.
I hope that at least some people understood this chapter.
Ohwell.
Right now I am rather jittery and twitchy after drinking a whole pot of coffeee. WOOWOWOOWOWOoooooooO!
Disclaimer: No own Big O. [I almost wrote I don't own Cowboy Bebop, and I'm not even writing a Bebop fic right now, weird.]
Part 5-B- More Realizations? Heh.
"Dorothy, I'm glad that you're much lighter than you used to be but there's something strange about all this. I mean you are light, but you're still a little heavier than I originally thought. If I didn't know any better I would say that you've gained a few pounds." Beck observed as he carried the unconscious bio-android out of Spook's laboratory.
"Hey Boss," one of the henchmen called after him.
"Yeah, what is it?" He muttered spinning around to face them.
"What about the negotiator?"
"Hmm. . . That's a good question. Well let's load all this stuff up first and then we'll figure out what to do with him." Beck ordered, turned away briskly still holding Dorothy in his arms as he walked towards the van. Another one of his men followed with a tied up and very angry looking Spook.
"I have to commend you my man on a what a splendid job you've done with her. It is quite remarkable. It isn't often that I meet a genius such as myself."
Spook growled behind his gag, and glared evilly at Beck.
"Too bad it's not going to matter any. My help has been enlisted and my boss no longer cares about her body, he needs what lies in memory banks instead. I guess the plan to screw with the negotiator and his beloved android has been moved to the back burner."
"Noooo!" Spook screamed through the gag, wiggling his face enough to free himself of the cursed thing. "You cant, she's pregnant. If you do that you'll kill the child!"
Beck turned to Spook aghast. He handed Dorothy over to one of the other men, who in turn loaded her gently into the van.
"She's WHAT!??!?!!"
/*-
Roger stared down at the all too familiar face of his favorite android, Dorothy.
"What did you say?"
"Have you not been listening to us Roger? This whole time we've been trying to tell you that this isn't real, that it's just some ruse set up by whomever to trap you. But have you listened? NO!"
The depressed and exhausted negotiator stared down at her helplessly. He shrugged, not knowing what to say.
If the android could have sighed in frustration she would have.
"Roger, do you not remember the Big O? Or being a Negotiator?"
He thought for a minute, staring at his newborn child as he did so. His mind swept over his memories and he squinted against them. He did remember all those things, vaguely. Unfortunately.
"I don't think I want to, I wanted this life to be real so badly. . . but now . . .now I don't want this life either. I don't want to be anywhere if Dorothy isn't there with me." He murmured once again staring off into space.
R. Dorothy watched him very carefully, as gently as she was able she reached out and touched him with cool fingertips. His head snapped to the right as he stared down at her awkwardly.
"Dorothy. . ."
She ran her pale hand down his arm grasping his large hand in her tiny one. "Roger, come with me."
"What about the child. . ." He muttered his gaze shifting back to the tiny baby wiggling around in the incubator.
"The child isn't real Roger. It doesn't matter; there are more important matters to be taken care of. Please, come with me."
Roger looked once more at the child, his child, and then slowly nodded as he let the android lead him away. The image of his tiny baby burned forever into his memory, real or not. Tears escaped his eyes but he swept them away with the back of his hand absentmindedly.
Dorothy led Roger from the hospital, he held onto her hand following slightly behind her as if he were a child. She pulled him along until they were a good distance from the hospital, out into a seemingly deserted area of the city. She stopped abruptly and raised her arm up towards her face, revealing a very familiar but strange wristwatch, in which she spoke the words, " BIG O IT'S SHOWTIME!"
*/--man I so wanted to end it there but I figured you guys would lynch me. Ergg. That is if you still care about this story or not- it's gonna get
confusing - even more so from here.*/*-
"You really are a freakin genius, they weren't kidding." Beck muttered as he stared down at Roger's unconscious form. Spook stood to his side, still bound but no longer gagged.
"Yeah well, I just have the knowledge I don't know how or why. But it's too late now. The damage is already done."
"Well, not that I care or anything about the kid. It's more for curiosity's sake that I'm going to help you. I want to see what happens when she actually gives birth and all that. I mean, can you think of how much money we can make off of this?"
Spook shot Beck a sideways glance, the first chance he got he was going to get the hell away from this dumbass and escape with Dorothy. For some reason he suddenly cared about her well being, and the well being of her unborn child. He didn't know the cause, but he didn't really care right now. It wasn't that important. He only knew that his heart had suddenly decided to kick in and overwhelm his mind with emotions, and his conscience also had a huge part to play in it all as well. A small growl escaped him and it was Beck's turn to give him a sideways glance.
"Is something the matter? I told you I would help you. What the hell are you growling about?"
"Nothing, can't you untie me? These ropes are a little more than annoying."
"Uh, I don't know about that just yet. . . But what the hell are we going to do with Mr. Negotiator over here?"
"If we pull him out too abruptly it could screw him up permanently."
"Hmm," Beck scratched at his chin for a moment. "What if he has already figured it out and awakens on his own?"
Spook shrugged, despite the ropes. "It wouldn't be pretty, I assure you."
/*-
The ground began to tremble violently, and Roger recognized that feeling immediately. He still held Dorothy's hand in his own as he watched his once beloved Mega duce appear before him. This time he did not have to fight to keep his balance, he stood firm as Big O emerged from the subways.
"Big O. . . " Roger murmured, staring up at the machine intently.
"Roger," Dorothy said flatly, but when Roger turned to look at her she wasn't even glancing in his direction. His attention was jerked back to the Black Mega Duce as the familiar sounds of movement came from it. Before his eyes, the top of the left foot of Big O lifted to reveal Roger's red clad doppelganger. He walked towards them, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his handsome face the whole while.
"Well hello Roger," he said smiling.
Roger growled at him in response, clenching Dorothy's small hand in his fist. Suddenly, without hesitation he dropped Dorothy's hand and knew exactly what he had to do, as he punched his twin straight in the face. The other Roger stumbled backward slightly surprised.
"I was waiting for you to do that," he said covering the wounded half of his face with his hand.
"And why is that?" Roger scoffed, ignoring the sudden pain in his hand as he stepped towards himself.
"Because it means you have finally come to your senses." He snickered slightly as he dropped his hand to reveal a metal skeleton hidden underneath the torn fragments of skin.
Roger gasped. "You're an android."
The other Roger only smiled at himself. "If you only knew Roger. If you only knew."
The negotiator didn't hesitate, he punched his doppelganger once again, this time the Roger in red lost his footing and landed on his backside on the pavement.
"Yes, yes, that's it. . ." he babbled as he stared at Dorothy, whom hadn't moved from her spot, or said a single word the whole time. "More, more. . ."
Roger looked down at him rather confused; suddenly the world in front of him began to gray. He blinked and rubbed his eyes but it was no use. Instead of following through with his plan of kicking the man on the ground he ran towards Big O, and climbed into the elevator.
As he entered the cockpit he looked around himself. 'Everything looks exactly the same as it always has,' he thought not knowing exactly what to do next. His heart began to beat rapidly as he glanced around the empty cockpit. 'If I don't do something soon I'm going to hyperventilate.' Without warning the Negotiator began ripping out wires and kicking anything in sight. Sparks and smoke flew all around him as he frantically tried to dismantle Big O. His gray surroundings began to darken even more and he knew that somehow he had found the key to unlocking this world. Soon he would be free, soon he would be reunited with Dorothy and all would be right with the world.
Or so he thought as darkness claimed him once again.
/*-
Laughs maniacally and twitches and fidgets from the caffeine.
I hope that at least some people understood this chapter.
Ohwell.