Hiya, I'm so, so, sorry that I haven't updated lately. I know I'm very, very bad. I've been soooooo busy lately. If any of you read this, you are so loyal and I thank you.

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Chapter five

Lose grip

"B-Beck! Why?! Why are you doing this?!!! You low, foul, demented creature of insanity." Roger bellowed in absolute disgust. The police around them stared blankly at each other, not entirely sure whether to fire or arrest the possessed android.

You could imagine the bizarre thoughts running through the spectators minds but no one more confused, was the pink angel, standing from afar. Dan Dastun sped toward them, ordering his men to stand down, never before had he seen her this way.

'Why is she acting so strange, she'd never try to hurt Roger. Never!' The Major edged passed his men and came within ear shot of his friend.

"Roger!! What's going on?!" Dorothy's lips curled into a hideous smirk. The kind only a deranged mind would show.

"It seems I've hit certain soft spots. Excellent…" Her crude voice snickered.

"Beck! Leave Dorothy out of this, I know this is all just to get to me!!! Leave her only God damn it!" It was Beck's every intention to rack at Roger's weaknesses. Beck would never have such nerve to challenge him in a frontal assault. It was never Beck's style; he was far too cowardly to face some one, who he knew would defeat him. His safest and best bet was to strike when his enemy least expected it.

"Now, now crow boy. This is the best way to get at you. So here's how it's going to work, let us leave with the gem and she'll live." Roger step back slightly. Sweat formed across his tempered brow, his eye's narrowed in shier pain.

Suddenly without warning, a gunshot was fired! Roger's heart immediacy stopped, he never removed his gaze from Dorothy, she didn't seem to move for a moment. The faint sound of Dastun yelling at his men was all that could be heard.

"It wasn't us sir!!" They replied nervously.

"Hey!" Angel suddenly appeared, skidding down the crumbled remains of a derelict building.

"Get her out of here!!" Roger was completely dumb-founded. The fire in her eye's was astonishing, never before had he seen so much compassion for Dorothy, he always knew that she secretly hated her. No matter how many times she'd lie to them; and herself.

The negotiator nodded vaguely and launched forward. Once he came close to his love, he offered an open hand and spoke softly.

"Dorothy, come with me…" Her form rapidly changed from, straight and vertical - to flimsy and limp.

Her eyelid's fluttered swiftly, her eye's became her usual, stunning shape of mauve and her cheeks flushed with pink.

Her moved her head from one side to another, seeing only the lights; Angel and Roger standing before her.

Without hesitation, she flung forward and was caught in the strong arm's of Roger. The sore brim of her eye's flooded with tears and she sniffled into his jacket.

"Alright! Alright you two, no time for teary reunions, lets move!!!" Angel rudely shouted with a shrill tone. The tiny group headed back to Major Dastun's curser.

The Major neither, disagreed or protested. He still stared upon the scene in a state of uncertainty. Within moments, he ordered his men to retrieve the dazzling gem and secure the area.

Once they were well on their way home, the air seemed thinner between one pair. However the remaining pair seemed to become deeper and thicker. The prolonged silence only made them thicker. Although, it was only one of the two who knew this.

"So, Angel, where did you fire at?" Roger asked in his cocky manner. She looked up suddenly from the floor of the car, her face was shattered. Faint stains of tears shone from the street lamps outside. Her expression was that of the same she showed before they left the mansion.

"Oh, umm, he was stationed on a near by roof top. I saw him fiddling with something and I well, you get the idea…" She trailed off and returned to gazing at the floor.

'I can't believe I was going to sell her out like that. Why did I let myself get so caught up in jealousy? Why can't I except that he loves her?' Suddenly Dorothy spoke and turned to face her.

"That was how he was controlling me… Through that pen; Angel it wasn't me, I didn…"

"I know and; I'm sorry." He whipped her head toward the window and stared blankly out into the starry night sky.

Soon, the car stopped and they proceed inside. Once the elevator came to a stop, the group were greeted by Norman.

"Oh, welcome home Master Roger, Miss Angel and." Norman watched in an awe as Dorothy stood before him.

"Hello Norman." It was as if Norman had found his lost and illusive child, he seized her and gently held her. Just the way a cornered parent would, as their child made a safe return.

"Welcom home Dorothy, you wouldn't believe how worried I was about you." Roger gazed as Dorothy wrapped her arm's around him. He couldn't help but smile, it was as if she never left. The mansion swiftly returned to it's former state. The feeling of loneliness had vanished and was replaced by her presence.

Once they pulled back, Norman smiled blissfully and tunred to Roger.

"Master Roger sir, would you like me to serve you dinner now." Roger smiled and shrugged.

"What the heck and make sure there are enough places for everyone." Roger tilted his head toward Angel.

She was shook from her daze and asked, "what? Oh, no I don't to impose." Roger waved a disapproving hand to her.

"Non sense, you look famished. Besides, I don't want anything happening to you out there. You never know, Beck might be waundering the streets. Right?" He rose an eyebrow to her.

"How did you know?" She spoke with defeat.

"Well, I know you're not the type of person to shoot someone just like that." She sighed and smiled a little. Norman took her coat from her and they walked gradually to the dinning room.

The room was filled with heavenly candlelight. Roger took his usual seat, as did Dorothy, Norman pulled up a seat in the middle of the two. Each of them fidgeted with emotional discomfort, when Roger announced to have the seats moved into the middle of the table. So, Roger and Dorothy naturally sat together, Angel sat opposite them.

"Norman, grab a chair and join us." Norman was more than happy to oblige, as he joined the three. They entertained themselves in polite and calm dinner conversations.

Roger being Roger, he constantly reached over for Dorothy's hand under the table when she was not using it. She'd simply slime and squeezed it with passionate affection.

Unexpectedly, the phone rang abruptly. Norman rose and was about to depart; however Roger stopped him.

"That's alright Norman, I think I know who it is." Removing the napkin from his lap, he walked out the room.

"Hello."

"Hey," Dastun spoke grumpily, in his solid like tone.

"Yeah, sorry about the car. You know mine's still on the streets somewhere. I'll return it in the morning." Roger loosened his tie and placed it on the side table. Picking up the phone, he rested it on the floor as he sat on the hallway settee.

"That's not why I called." Roger's eyebrows frowned.

"We checked all around the area where Miss Angel fired and there was no sign of Beck, just a small trickle of blood."

"I see, so he's still out there."

"And out for revenge is my best bet." Roger rubbed his tired eye's and sighed heavily.

"I'm not sure how I'm going to protect.. He'll just keep coming back and it's not fair if I keep her indoors. Even the balcony could be dangerous."

"Well, I'd love to help you buddy but I'm swamped, you know all the paper and that."

"Yeah, well thanks for the heads up." He hung up and laid back against the soft padding of the sofa.

His mind drifte, of ideas to protect her. He very well knew that he was always going to protect her. Even if it meant death. But Beck had eluded him one too many times before.

"Roger?" A soft voice spoke quietly. He lifted his head and found Dorothy coming toward him.

"Dorothy, how are you, how do you feel?" She smiled sweetly and fiddled with a lose piece of his hair.

"I feel happy now, happy to be home. With you." Roger knew that was a intentional invitation, pulling her close to him.

Swiftly their lips meet for the very first time.

Within an instant, Dorothy melted in his arm's. Her mind lost all sense of thought and opinion. Was just glad to be with him. Roger slipped his hand's down to her slim waist and moved her onto his body.

And there they lay, entangled in soft and heartfelt kiss. Their heads spinning, there love ignited and nothing could occur to spoil that perfect moment. Dorothy's chest became relax and she leant completely on top of him.

Gently as gentle could be, they withdrew. Both smiling and their hearts beaming, still longing to be with one another.

Roger chuckled softly as he rested his arms over her back.

"See what you've done to me, Miss Wayneright." He kissed the tip of her nose and watched as she blushed.

"All the time that Beck was controlling me, I couldn't stop thinking of you." To her amazement it was now Roger who shone red in the face. This cause Dorothy to laugh, followed by kissing him on the cheek.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you Dorothy…How did you become more….emotional?" Surprisingly, she grinned and explained that Beck installed into her main frame.

Roger soaked it all in and replied in confusion. "But, not to sound that I'm telling you off Dorothy but, what made you think that Beck would do it for nothing?"

She swapped her gaze from Roger to the fall. "He said that he could return my memories, therefore that would return my lost emotions too. He said he was aiming to do good now and not evil and I thought that if I got my emotions and memories back… That you, that you'd fall in love with me."

Roger stared blankly at her; she lifted herself off of Roger and began to walk away. Tears began to spill again. However, she did not expect what was to happen next.

Roger had got up from his seat and scooped her into a loving embrace. She gripped into his shirt and cried deeply.

"I thought you'd only see my as an android and nothing more. You never could have loved me like that…" She whaled in his arm's.

"No; Dorothy you're wrong." She sniffed and lifted her head to face his gaze.

"I fell in love with you well before you had this chip installed…" He cupped her face with his hands, so that she could see the purest love that laid in his face.

"Roger." She jumped up and gripped him tightly. In return, he cuddled her gently and carried her to her room. Where he laid her gently on the large bed and tucked her in. He swiftly moved around the move, completing certain tasks. Turning on the light, locking her windows, shutting the curtains and see forth.

Once he finished, he sat beside her and gently rubbed her hand in comfort. He gazed upon her face and found the eyelid's beginning to close.

"Goodnight, my sweet nightingale…" He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. Softly picking up a chair, he placed it by her bedside and decided to watch over her till the early rose in the sky.