The baby was alive. A warm sensation spread to Charons fingertips. The baby was alive. He had dreamt for the past few weeks of his child. Would it be a boy or girl ? Would it look like him or Janet ? Would he even know how to old the baby ? Does it come naturally ? All these thoughts came returning to Charon in a matter of seconds. The fear quickly followed.
Who has Janet and the baby ? Why do they want them ? Where are they ? These protective thoughts came and then his training instincts kicked in. They tried to replace her. What was the objective in that? To fool him ? To stop him coming for her ? Would they kill Janet once the baby was born ? Or did they need her too ?
Charon felt a strong instinct to run. To find her. They were wasting on the android but she knew exactly where to look.
The three men crowded the android as she stood quietly.
"Where is she ?" Harkness repeated calmer than before.
"I AM her !" the android replied.
"You're not."
"But I remember everything. The vault, the wasteland" she turned towards Charon "and you. I love.."
"Don't you dare. You're not her." Charon spat.
"But I feel it here" she jabbed her chest "I love you, I really do and I don't know what I would do without you."
Charon scowled these were Janet's thoughts but this wasn't Janet.
"You have someone else's memories. You are synthetic." Harkness explained.
"Who am I?" the android slumped her shoulders.
Harkness sympathised he knew the feeling. The frustration, but this wasn't just an android with a mistaken identity. Someone's life was at risk. TWO lives were at risk.
"Who created you ?"
"I don't know."
Charon stared at the android. It believed it was her. He could use that.
"Remember when you lost the baby ?" The android nodded. "How much did that hurt ?"
"So much."
"You loved that baby."
"I did."
"That baby is still alive. We have a chance to save that them. You just have to remember. Please."
The androids face was filled with sadness. She nodded and closed her eyes.
"It's a very white place and clean. It's like a vault but more.... Hospital-ish." She opened her eyes to see if they understood. They nodded, Butch waved his hand letting her continue. "When I woke up I was wet."
"Biogel" Harkness said.
Her mouth formed a small o. She closed her eyes again in concentration she had beginnings. The one she thought she had, 101, and her real one. Separating them was hard.
"I was given a pip boy.... As soon as they did that I thought I knew who I was. They put me back under until I woke up outside the vault door."
"That's when they replaced her" Charon muttered realising how long Janet had really been away for.
"Can you remember anything else, a name ?"
The android frowned and really concentrated. Trying to think if someone had said something.
"The institute." She murmered feeling exhausted.
Charon's blood ran cold. It was impossible. He held onto the chair next to him and gripped hard.
He could destroy anyone that came inbetween him and his goal. Men, armies and machines. It's what he was designed to do, the monster he always was.
He couldn't defeat The Institute he knew this.
"Do you know it ?" Butch asked Harkness who shook his head.
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Bumps (8c/20)
Date: 2012-01-26 12:14 pm (UTC)Who has Janet and the baby ? Why do they want them ? Where are they ? These protective thoughts came and then his training instincts kicked in. They tried to replace her. What was the objective in that? To fool him ? To stop him coming for her ? Would they kill Janet once the baby was born ? Or did they need her too ?
Charon felt a strong instinct to run. To find her. They were wasting on the android but she knew exactly where to look.
The three men crowded the android as she stood quietly.
"Where is she ?" Harkness repeated calmer than before.
"I AM her !" the android replied.
"You're not."
"But I remember everything. The vault, the wasteland" she turned towards Charon "and you. I love.."
"Don't you dare. You're not her." Charon spat.
"But I feel it here" she jabbed her chest "I love you, I really do and I don't know what I would do without you."
Charon scowled these were Janet's thoughts but this wasn't Janet.
"You have someone else's memories. You are synthetic." Harkness explained.
"Who am I?" the android slumped her shoulders.
Harkness sympathised he knew the feeling. The frustration, but this wasn't just an android with a mistaken identity. Someone's life was at risk. TWO lives were at risk.
"Who created you ?"
"I don't know."
Charon stared at the android. It believed it was her. He could use that.
"Remember when you lost the baby ?" The android nodded. "How much did that hurt ?"
"So much."
"You loved that baby."
"I did."
"That baby is still alive. We have a chance to save that them. You just have to remember. Please."
The androids face was filled with sadness. She nodded and closed her eyes.
"It's a very white place and clean. It's like a vault but more.... Hospital-ish." She opened her eyes to see if they understood. They nodded, Butch waved his hand letting her continue. "When I woke up I was wet."
"Biogel" Harkness said.
Her mouth formed a small o. She closed her eyes again in concentration she had beginnings. The one she thought she had, 101, and her real one. Separating them was hard.
"I was given a pip boy.... As soon as they did that I thought I knew who I was. They put me back under until I woke up outside the vault door."
"That's when they replaced her" Charon muttered realising how long Janet had really been away for.
"Can you remember anything else, a name ?"
The android frowned and really concentrated. Trying to think if someone had said something.
"The institute." She murmered feeling exhausted.
Charon's blood ran cold. It was impossible. He held onto the chair next to him and gripped hard.
He could destroy anyone that came inbetween him and his goal. Men, armies and machines. It's what he was designed to do, the monster he always was.
He couldn't defeat The Institute he knew this.
"Do you know it ?" Butch asked Harkness who shook his head.
"I do." Charon spoke.
It seemed he was going to meet his maker.