In Search of a Dream: RogerxDorothy

By: Sakura

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Big-O and I making no money off this fic. No infringement intended.

10:30 at Night, Roger's Mansion

"Oh! That was a wonderful evening, Mr. Negotiator!"

Roger just looked stern, as if he could throttle the woman beside him in one half of a second. "I told you already Angel…it was just a business date. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand?"

Angel seemed a little disappointed. "Oh…I knew that! I guess…"

'I never should have let her near that waiter with the champagne…' Roger thought, cursing himself, and hoping he could get the 'Drunken Angel' out of his house before more problems arose. "Um…do you mind? It's almost 11:00."

"Huh? Oh yes that's right. Thank you for the wonderful evening! Let's do this again sometime!" Angel said, voice a little more high pitched than usual, then tripping out the door.

Once Angel was gone, Roger could finally relax. "Good riddance! I'm glad she's not always like that. I would have turned insane if she had been." Roger said, heading upstairs to his room.

As Roger went upstairs, he noticed a pale glow coming from the fire place, and sitting in front of the pale glow was Norman himself. "Hey Norman. What's the matter with you?"

Norman continued to stare at the fiery storm in front of him. " Nothing Master Roger. At least, not for me. However I would be full of shame right now if I was you."

Roger just looked puzzled. " What do you mean by that? What ever did I do to you?"

"It wasn't what you did to me. However, you'll find out soon enough. Have a nice rest Master Roger."

"Sure whatever you say…" Still looking confused, Roger headed to his bedroom.

'I wonder what he meant by that…It wasn't what you did to me? If it wasn't him, then who should I be shameful for? I don't get people these days. Seems like everyone who knows me is ganging up on me. First Datsun, then Dorothy, then Angel, and now Norman. What did I do wrong?' Deciding to sleep on it, he got into his robe, and got into his bed, disregarding the piece of avalanche white paper at the foot of the bed.

Dorothy's Point of View, A Room in Beck's Hideout

'Where am I? It's so dark, I can't see a thing…and I can't move. There's this strange psychiatric force keeping me down. It almost feels like…pain?'

Sitting up ever so slowly, she began to take in what she could see of her surroundings. But just as quickly as she sat up, she was pulled back down to her could bed of steel again by a blinding pain shooting up and down her back. 'Is this what it means to be human? To feel pain…' Whipping away the tears that were slowly coming to her eyes, she tried to sit up again, and this time she forced herself to stay that way.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea afterall…" Dorothy said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

But to her amazement, he voice didn't sound like the old robotic voice she used to know. It sounded softer, more full of emotion. She didn't exactly look the same either. Her hair was about a little over shoulder length, and she looked a little older. "I really am human…I don't believe it…"

"Well well well. I see you're awake Miss Weinright. Did you have a nice sleep? How do you like your new form?" It was Beck, no mistaking his crazed voice.

"It's just fine thank you. Um…may I ask you something?"

"Sure, ask away my darling…"

Dorothy shuddered. No way he liked her…" Um…I was wondering. Now that you've kept your promise, what do you plan to do with me now?"

Beck just cackled. "Hm…I see you wish to test your new form out a bit ne? Soon, Miss Weinright. Very soon."

"What shall I do?"

The shadowy figure emerged again. "Your first mission my dear…to find the hidden spot of Roger's black Megaduce. Once you reveal the location, contact us. If there is any trouble, ask for back up. We're counting on you."

Dorothy just nodded solemnly. "Very well."

8:30 in the Morning, Roger's Mansion

"Oh man…what a horrible night. Feels like I slept on a rock…or something." Roger groaned, just waking up. But something wasn't right it seemed. Like something was out of whack, out of place, a void of emptiness.

"At least I don't have a headache from Dorothy's piano playing…" Then it hit him. "Why isn't Dorothy playing the piano? It was like her daily ritual…"

Hopping into the shower, then getting dressed, he walked out into the upstairs floor. There was no sheet music, no metronome, no sign of Dorothy. Just a tidy resting place for visitors of the house. "How strange…she's no where to be found…"

Heading into the kitchen, he felt his stomach grumble. "Hold on…."

Smelling breakfast, he sat down in front of Norman. "Hey…what's the matter now?"

Norman just sat there, still as a brick. "It's no wonder she left you know. You barely even notice the poor girl."

"Who? Angel? Oh…you mean Dorothy. She's missing?!"

"Didn't you read the note Master Roger?"

"What note? I never saw any note!"

Norman just shook his head. "How could you miss it? It was snow white, on top of your black sheets!"

Roger started to look almost disappointed with himself. "I better go read it…"

"That would be best. But I'm pretty sure it's already too late."

+ Roger's Room +

Roger looked up and down, then up again, and still he couldn't find the florescent white paper. "Where is it?!" Roger growled to himself.

Then he saw it. A neatly folded piece of paper, on the floor, at the foot of his bed. Carefully unfolding the note, he read it in shock. "What have I done…?"

'I have hereby renounced your contract of protection over me…I wish you a nice life.'

'I really am a louse…I don't believe it. I knew there was a reason people called me that, and now I really do know why. It's too late for apology now…'

"Dorothy!!!!!!!!!!"

Beck's Base

"Are you ready? Miss Weinright?" Beck asked Dorothy.

Sighing sadly, she replied "Yes. Let's get this over with."

"What's the matter? You should be happy! Afterall, this is revenge we're talking about here. We're merely two PEOPLE seeking revenge for someone's wrong-doing."

"I understand…" Dorothy said, before the lowered her in a harness to the underground metro station below.

Once she was down and secure, she turned on her flashlight and began searching for the black Megaduce.

"I remember…he put it in some sort of mysterious train car, all folded up. Now if I could just find the exact spot…"

"Hold it!"

Dorothy just stood there terrified, as she saw Roger come before her. "What're you doing here lady?! Who gave you permission to come down here huh?"

And without thinking Dorothy simply replied, "Leave me alone you horrible louse! This was a mistake! Really!"

Recognizing her voice to a point, Roger said without thinking "Dorothy…? You look, different…wow…"

'Does he really mean this?' Dorothy wondered. "Yes..it's me. I am completely human now."

"Why don't you come back? It's time for dinner anyway. We can talk about your little note." 'Why am I doing this? She hates me…she's gotten way more beautiful, yet she hates your guts.'

'He asked me to come back…why do I feel strange? What is this feeling?' "Oh yes about that note…I um…"

"It's fine…come on now."

Up above them

"Did you see that?! She let him get away! SHE let him go!" Beck whined.

"Chill out. She's just getting close, so that when he least expects it, he'll be begging for mercy. I'm sure of it. " The shadow figure said, trying to calm Beck down.

He just smirked. "Maybe you're right…heh. So long Roger Smith."