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Sorry it's been so long since I've updated, well, anything – but I've had the worst case of writers block -.-;
Chapter Three : Enter Vince
"I'm home..." Roger shouted from the doorway, almost afraid to meet this...Glen of Dorthy's. Just the thought of the android being called Dorthy's was enough to make his blood heat up with anger. When no one answered his call, he frowned. Slowly making his way to the dinning room, he noticed Norman setting the table for him. "What's going on?"
"Oh! Sir, your back sooner then I thought. Miss. Dorthy asked that I let you know that she and her friend will not be joining you this evening. They have much 'catching up' to do." smiling brightly at his employer, Norman gestured toward the dinner table. "It's just like old times, isn't it sir?"
Roger grunted in answer and let himself fall noisily into his chair. "So where are they now?"
"Why, Miss. Dorthy's room of course."
Roger nodded his head, barley paying attention as he flicked his napkin open and placed it on his lap. However, as soon as it made contact, his eyes widened and his head jerked toward Norman in horror. "In her room!"
"Yes sir. Miss. Dorthy said that was where she wished --"
"Like hell she gets to decide that! I wont have her sleeping in the same room as a male – even if they are an android!" and with that, he was out of his seat and rushing up the steps bellowing Dorthy's name. Norman blinked a few times and then muttered 'oh my' as he watched his master run up the stars shouting like a jealous husband...
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"Glen, I'm not sure this is such a good idea..."
Roger stopped short of smashing her door open as he heard those words his face pale. But for the life of him, he couldn't seem to move.
"Relax Dor, you'll be fine after a few seconds into it. It's completely normal for you to be scared. We haven't done it in a long time. But just relax, you know I would never hurt you..."
"I'm not scared Glen – emotions are not in my programing."
"Then what are you bitching about? Just lay back and let me do my thing..."
"Oh fine, if you insist..."
Roger's face went from past white to beet red in three-point-two seconds flat. Letting out a bellow of rage, he kicked open the door. "Dorthy R. Waynewright, what the hell do you think...your...doing?"
Dorthy was laying on her back, with a young woman kneeling next to her open circuits, a green wire ready to be attached. Both women looked up at him as if he was insane, and at the moment, he felt like he was.
The woman he didn't know blinked at him a few times, then grinned crookedly. "Oh, a human – can we eat him mommy?"
"Don't call me that you computer reject." Dorthy snapped as she closed her headband and sat up. "Roger you louse, didn't Norman tell you I was catching up with Glen!"
"That, is Glen!" Roger asked, shock written all over his face as he pointed to the light blond still kneeling on the floor.
She winked, then frowned slightly, turning to Dorthy. "Did you just call me a 'computer reject'? That was very uncalled for Rod. Very uncalled for. My sensibility hard drive is damaged now."
"Sometimes I really wonder Glen. Do you try to push my buttons just to see how fare you can push them?"
Glen's smile deepened as she moved close to Dorthy again and warped an arm around her shoulders. Slanting a looking over at Roger, she lightly kissed her cheek. "Dor, I haven't even gone near your bottons yet...I had that planed for later tonight..."
Dorthy punched her hard on the side of the head and stood up to glare at Roger. "Why did you barge into my room Roger Smith? Was it not you who told me that it was just 'not done'?"
Roger blushed brightly and looked away, fumbling over his words. "Well, yes...normally. But...not in...that is to say --"
"He thought we were getting down and dirty." Glen stated with a smile as she moved closer to Roger and patted him on the back. "Which means he had his mind in the gutter. Probably since he learned my name, yes?"
Again, he blushed and looked away from the two women, feeling very out numbered at the moment. It was then they heard what sounded like the front door being broken down. Dorthy and Roger looked at one another and ran from the room, both shouting for the other to stay behind.
Glen hung back, her eyes flashing different colors for a second before they widened. "Shit, how the hell did he find me so fast!" shacking her head, she moved to the window. When she had it opened, she heard shouting coming down the hallway. She had one foot out the window when a hand shot out and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back into the room.
As she fell back onto something soft, yet hard, she looked up into angry dark brown eyes. "Why Vince, what a pleasant --"
"Save it Glennette A. Mage." Vince bit out through clenched teeth. Glen winced visibly at the use of her full name, then switched her programing quickly to anger. Shoving away from him, she stuck up her middle finger.
"Shove off. I told you that you couldn't come. It's not my fault you didn't believe me!"
"You left the house in the dead of night, without a word." when she opened her mouth to argue that, he held up his hand and continued. "Other then a note that said, and I quote, 'I'm leaving and may not ever come back. Be a good boy for once and stay'. You thought I wouldn't follow you to kick your ass after that!"
"Now, Vince, don't be so --"
"Don't you dare take that tone with me Glen!" then out of no where he, pulled her to him in a tight hug, his face pressed into her hair. "Do you work at making me worry?"
Without hesitation, Glen closed her eyes and leaned into him, closing her arms around his back. "No. It just seems to happen...your too sensitive Vince, really you are."
"Or your too insensitive..."
A sad smile curved her lips at that, and she pulled away from him and stood, giving him her back. "I'm a machine Vince. Nothing in this world can change that. Ever. To get in a relationship with someone...something like me, will only cause you pain."
Dorthy moved over to her friend, and rested her forehead on hers. As she closed her mind, she linked wirelessly to her. Their memories, experiences passed between the two without words, almost as if they were watching everything first hand.
One memory in particular caught Dorthy's attention. But before she could analyze it properly, Glen forced a shut down. As Dorthy pulled away from the blond, she had no doubt that it had been forced, as if that had been something she had wanted to keep off limits.
Vince was already by her side, and opening her chest plate to re-boot her, muttering to her about how he should just leave her like this as he did. Dorthy watched in fascination as he worked. He was even more skilled then Norman. "You've done this a lot?"
Not even looking up at her, he snorted. "With Glen living with me? Constantly. The damned tin can doesn't know the word 'moderation'. She's going to blow her circuits so bad one of these days, that not even I will be able to bring her back..."
"Well, as touching as this all is..." Roger drawled out, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at the two. "Who the hell are you and why are you in my house!"
"Vince Reagan. I'm here to collect Glen and bring her home." as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Glen's eyes flashed back to their 'normal' color and he closed her chest plate. "Come on Glen, you've bothered these people too much already."
"If I'm such a damned bother, why don't you just leave me here?"
"And foster you off on this poor man and his wife! I think...why are you laughing?" he looked in bewilderment as Roger burst into almost hysterical laughter, bringing him to his knees.
"Dorthy is an android Vince. Their not married...their kinda like you and me." Glen supplied, smiling slightly as she patted his arm lightly. "This is my friend Dorthy. She was made by my mother's great mech rival."