Disclaimer: I do not own Big O or any of it's characters. But Glen and Vince I do own. So please leave off them. They came from a simple minded creator...

sorry it's so short -- but the idea for it just came to me, and i went with it for as long as i could. i hope the next chapter is longer. please let me know what you think!

-Shrew

Chapter one : Friends?

Waynewright,

it's been a while, yes? How have you been holding up? No malfunctions I hope. I've been having some problems with that myself. Too bad your father and my mother never exchanged information. Can you image what we would be like? You could actually show the emotions you were feeling, and I could finally get through a day without shutting down...

Mother died a few years ago. I would have written to you sooner about it, but there were some problems. I needed to lay low for a while. But the problem has be taken care of and I am now free to go where I wish!

I hope to hear from you soon my friend. It has been fare too long.

Also, I'm going to be in town, so I was hoping we could meet for some oil and catch up.

Yours,

Glen

Dorthy smiled slightly as she re-read her letter. It had been years since she had seen her old friend. When they had been 'under construction' they had mind linked on many occasions. Her 'father' and Glen's 'mother' had been in friendly competition since their youth. They would meet once a week to compare their work to see which was superior.

With no results. Though Dorthy could function much better then Glen, the other had a more human feel to them. In looks and feel, Glen won. In robotics, Dorthy did. There had been talk of sharing information for years, but then the fight occurred. No one really knew what happened. One day though, Glen's mother just up and stormed out of Dorthy's father's lab, shouting profanity as she went, pulling Glen; who had malfunctioned again, with her. That was the last time Dorthy had seen either of them. Though she did on occasion get a massive from her old friend.

Looking about her, she noticed she had nothing to write with, or on. Sighing under her breath, she went in search of Norman. Completely ignoring Roger as she passed him, she walked into the kitchen and waited until the elderly man turned toward her.

"My I help you miss. Dorthy?"

"Norman, I don't mean to bother you...but where could I find a pen and some stationary?"

"Master Roger's office would be the most likely place to look miss. I take it the letter was not sent to you by mistake..."

Dorthy smile slightly and inclined her head. "It if from an old friend of mine. They will be in town soon. Do you think they could stay here while they are in town?"

"I don't see why not...though you should ask Master Rogers before anything."

"Thank you Norman. I will go and find Roger now then." it was then she noticed the man leaning against the doorframe. "Ah, Roger. I was about to go looking for you. How is it you are awake at this time without my piano playing?"

Sighing, he took a step toward her and shrugged. "I'm capable of waking myself you know. Now what did you need me for Dorthy?"

"A friend of mine will be in town soon. I wished to know if they would be permitted to live here for the duration of their stay. I also require a pen and parchment to relay my answer."

Roger blinked, unable to hide his surprise. He also ignored the fact she had used the wrong turn for paper. Parchment had not been used in over a millennium. "A friend? You have a friend?"

"Yes Roger Smith. A friend. Is this truly so hard to believe?" Dorthy asked drily, wishing she could look as annoyed as she felt.

"A friend..who would have thought? How long would they be staying?"

"I have no idea."

"I don't suppose they are...human, are they?"

"No they are not. And please stop stalling Roger Smith. I need to write back as soon as possible."

"Fine...but there had best be no...who am I kidding, their a robot. Of corse they will be no problem. Paper and pens are in my office. Help yourself."

"Thank you Roger. I will write to Glen right now." and with that, she rushed out of the room, her letter clutched tightly to her chest.

Behind her, Roger stared at her retreating form for a few seconds before turning to Norman. "What did she say her friends name was?"

"I believe it was Glen sir."

"That's what I thought she said." his eyes darkened as unwanted thoughts and emotions flooded his mind. "Norman, can androids have...relationships?"

"I don't think all could Sir. But our Miss. Dorthy is special, so I suppose it is possible..."

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Mage,

I got your letter today. The man I live with has agreed to let you stay with us when you are in town. I have had a few malfunctioning problems, but they were all caused by people wishing to harm me. I am sorry to hear of your mother's death. She was a good woman, and a wonderful scientist.

When will you be in town? I will meet you at the train station. Knowing you as I do, I have a feeling that by the time I find you, you will have already started a fight. You did have a tendency to get bashed up at least twice a week. Your mother was always trying to fix you up before her meeting with Father.

Much has happened since last we spoke. I fear father is dead. And since his death, I have been caring for a human man who reminds me much of you. I think you two will get along very well together. Roger is a little rough around the edges, but deep inside (very deep inside) he is a good man.

He has saved me on more then one occasion. You meeting him will be almost as exciting as seeing you again, I'm sure of it. You may envy me for my functions, but I envy you for your emotions. You have no idea how it feels , not being able to express anything.

And what trouble had you gotten yourself into? Let me guess, a fight? Really, if you are not carful Glen, you will end up in the scrap heap one of these days.

Please write back as soon as possible.

Yours,

Dorthy.

Dark blue eyes lightened as they read the letter. Tossing long silver/blond locks over one shoulder, Glen smirked. "Well, aren't we gushing. And all over a human man...Dorthy, we are more alike then you know..."

"You say something Glen?" a man shouted from above. Stuffing the letter into her shirt, Glen looked up and smiled serenely. "Naw, just talk...ing...t..." blue eyes turned black and the slightly tanned skin turned ash white. A curse sounded from above as a young man made a mad dash down the stairs. His dark brown hair was longer the was fashionable, coming down to his shoulders. Though he did tend to tie it back, he had not since he was at home.

"You know Glen, you only shut down this much when your up too something. Your system doesn't handle guilt very well. I'm almost tempted to leave you like this..." the man muttered, even as he worked at re-booting her. When her eyes finally came back to their 'normal' color, she looked about her confused.

"Where you not just up there Vince?"

"I was."

"...I turned off again, didn't I?"

"You did."

"...your not coming with me."

"I might."

Glaring at him, she turned on her heal and started up the stairs. "Your not! I'm sick of being kept here like a damned prisoner. I need a brake. And you said it your self, all I do is cause problems."

"You do. Which is why I don't want to foster you off on some other poor fool."

"Screw you Vince. Just see if I come back if your going to act like a louse!"

"You will."

"I might." She mocked before stomping off to her rooms. Where she promptly malfunctioned once again.