"What the hell was that, Dorothy?" Roger yelled. She looked from him to the floor. Upon looking back up at him, she held the crazed look of R.D. once again. Roger visibly flinched.
"Roger," she whispered caressing his cheek softly, "this is how I get when I must protect things I hold dear. I was not about to let her get you." He stood stunned. She was like this to protect him. He hung his head and strode to her. He lifted her head with one finger to look into her midnight eyes.
"Did I ever tell you that I think you're sexy when you're mad," he spoke soothingly, with an underlying tone of lust. His eyes glittered as she accepted the silent offer. The pair never saw the bruised but unbroken form of Angel, standing outside the window, hate burning in her eyes. She watched as the young couple kissed and nipped at the other while shedding clothing. She closed her eyes and walked away from the wretched mansion.
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Dorothy snuggled closer to Roger, enjoying the warmth she felt from him. Skin on skin, flesh to flesh, they laid in the satin bed. The world outside of those large French doors could wait. For now they were happy.
"Master Roger, Miss Dorothy, you have an appointment in an hour. Please, begin to get ready," the old trusted butler spoke. Roger groaned and pulled Dorothy from the bed.
"Well, may as well shower. Care to join me dear?" he questioned, winking at her. He never lost his touch as a ladies' man. Dorothy frowned at him.
"Roger, you are a louse," she whispered before kissing him and directing him to the shower. After an entirely too long shower, they emerged and dressed for the day. Roger wore one of his usual suits and Dorothy wore a knee length skirt and the v-necked shirt with her knee high boots. They exited the house and hopped into the Griffon, leaving to meet Mr. Scalzo to attempt to find his daughter.
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Twenty minutes had passed since Mr. Scalzo's butler invited them in. Mr. Scalzo finally emerged to greet them. Upon entering the room he stopped and stared. "My daughter..." he whispered. Dorothy looked slightly confused at the phrase 'my daughter'.
"Sir, I am afraid you are mistaken. I am Dorothy Wanewright. I do not believe you are my father," she spoke. He shook his head vigorously.
"No you are my daughter, that bastard Wanewright kidnapped her as a small child. I haven't seen her for almost 16 years, you look just like her and you have her name," he spoke to her. Her eyes were wide, unbelieving pools of midnight black. Roger stood in awe. He could see the resemblance between them. She had his eyes and his hair. She looked at him and sighed.
"Do you not know that your daughter is dead? I am an android designed in her image. I am sorry," he paused to look at him. He hung his head and a tear slipped out of the corner of his eye.
"My daughter is dead?" he questioned. Dorothy could only nod her consent. He raised his head and looked at Roger. "Thank you Mr. Smith. You will be paid in the next few days. And thank you Miss Dorothy for telling me about my daughter," he concluded before retreating to the interior of the house. Roger took Dorothy by the arm and led her out to the Griffon.
She sat silently in the car on the drive home, contemplating the newfound knowledge. Roger looked at her periodically to see if she was all right. She just sat still looking out the window. He sighed and floored the gas, arriving home within three minutes. She stepped from the car and walked solemnly to the mansion. Roger waived off Norman and ran to her side upon entering their bedroom. "Dorothy darling tell me what's wrong. Please, Why are you so upset?" he questioned, pulling her into his arms. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"My whole existence is a lie, Roger. I am a meaningless shell of a daughter that was kidnapped and died and I had to break that to a man with a real hope that he had found his daughter. The man I thought was my father was in reality the man that kidnapped the real Dorothy and the one that raised her and the one that watched her die. So then I was created so he could keep on pretending," she cried, turning her face away from him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him as he stroked her hair. She cried into his shirt, clutching him to her.
Roger's head shot up to hear the sound of crashing. He looked out of the balcony doors to see the Big Duo stomping around the city. He looked to Dorothy and she nodded. They sprinted to the Big O in the hanger beneath the house. Moments later they burst through the ground near to the other megadeuse. As on reached for the other, the other blocked and countered. After agonizing minutes of hand to hand combat, the Big O turned and fired the lasers toward the cockpit. At contact, the cockpit burst into flames, firing a barrage of missiles at the Big O. Every missile hit it's mark, destroying much of the cockpit and head of the megadeuse. Both mecha's fell and laid motionless. The military police stood guard around the site, waiting for movement.
Dorothy awoke to find herself lying on the ground. She looked and found Roger lying by her side, motionless. He was beaten, bruised and broken. She, however was not paying attention to all of the cuts and bruises beginning to form but more upon the mass of wires clearly visible in his right thigh. Could Roger be a...
A.N: I know, cliffhangers are a bitch, ne? Well I hope I have kept you all interested. Please, REVIEW!!!
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