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Smith seems stable enough for the time being. I'm still very worried about his condition. The virus seems to be dissapating, he's no longer shuddering from the recollections of the blue-screen images. But Doe, I really should go find him. Hopefully he's returned home. He has nowhere else he would know to go, I'm certain he is there.

Smith? Will you be all right if I leave you for now? I should find Doe. I can come back soon and check on you. You should continue to rest a while. *crooked smile*

Date: 2004-02-06 10:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'll await your return.


Date: 2004-02-06 10:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond takes one more long look at Smith, something in his mind making him search his face carefully, but he isn't sure why. With a sigh, he quickly reaches to brush his cheek with his fingertips, then turns and leaves.

Soon, he is home again, pushing through the door, calling out quietly.

Doe? Are you home? Doe?


Date: 2004-02-06 11:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Meanwhile, Doe is quietly chuckling to himself. Beregond would return to an empty home, and if his predictions were correct, give up on any other version of "Smith" altogether. Then, Beregond would be his alone.


Date: 2004-02-06 11:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Beregond checked every room. He even looked in closets, behind curtains, anywhere a possibly disturbed and distraught program-clone might hide.

But Beregond really had no idea how to even begin to think like Doe, in order to be able to find him. Had this been his son, he would know all his likely haunts, where he might run to.

Knowing not what else to do, Beregond ran from his home, searching anywhere and everywhere for any sign of Doe.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Still waiting for Beregond to return, Doe stood up and began to pace.

Why hasn't he returned yet? Surely he wouldn't search beyond the premises of his house... would he?

Doe became still, and slowly, a smile lit up on his face.

I will not have him distracted from me. Even if he's chasing after ghosts and shadows of me.

Loading from Smith's memory the quickSearch ability, he zoomed out and cornered a clone from Smith's army. With one quick slash, the clone was disabled and turned off.

*softly* Beregond, I did not wish to do this to you. But, I must be yours and yours alone. Your attention cannot be divided from me. I don't care who you think I am. As long as you're mine.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond runs randomly from place to place, trying desperately to think where Doe might have gone. Finally, he exhausts his resources, and slumps against a wall on a shoddy side street.

He glances down the narrow alleyway a few feet away, and is startled to see a well-shined pair of dress shoes catching the thin light of a street lamp. Cautiously, he steps around the corner, then notes that the shoes are attached to legs, well dressed in dark suit pants.

He knows who he has discovered lying still and lifeless in this dank passageway, even before he sees that all-to-familiar looking face.

Kneeling quietly down beside the body, Beregond reaches to touch Doe's shoulder. He finds it stiff and cold. He swallows hard, shaking, not sure what to do next. Doe is dead. And Beregond is not fully blameless.

Beregond does not move for a long time. Finally, he stands, and slowly walks back to find Smith.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Doe moves forward with a concerned look on his face.

Are you all right?


Date: 2004-02-06 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No. I'm not. Smith - I found Doe. He did not return home. *looks at you in confusion and sadness* He's dead.

I fear he may have taken his own life. I should never have insisted you tamper with his programming!

Beregond falls into a chair, too weak kneed to stand.

I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Your virus too, Smith - I'm sure it's all part of my damned meddling.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Smith" hesitantly takes Beregond into his own arms, patting him awkwardly on the back.

Um. Well. These things happen, you know. Not all programs have an infinite lifespan. Most of them do become obsolete eventually, when there is no one to maintain them.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond allows the embrace, but does not return it. He's suddenly acutely aware that Smith is a program, one that Beregond truly cannot hope to ever understand fully. Smith can never love him. He is not human. The veil is off of Beregond's eyes. Smith does not need love. He needs maintenance, upgrades, programming. All things Beregond cannot give him.

I am sorry, Smith. For all I've tried to impose on you. I should go.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond! Where are you going?

An edge of desperation slips into Doe's voice.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
A note of pain and resignation is heard in Beregond's voice.

Home. Where I belong. I'm sorry, Smith... for everything. I wish you nothing but the best, always.

Beregond moves slowly towards the door, fighting back the urge to turn and grab Smith, wavering between the urge to run and the need to cling.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Doe speaks in a soft, coaxing voice.

You do not have to leave, Beregond. You can stay here, if you'd like. You can choose to belong here.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond stands still at the door, one hand on the doorknob, whispering without looking back at "Smith".

It is not my choice. I do not belong in your world. We are not the same, you and I. I was a fool to think I could somehow overcome all our differences.

I would wish to stay, I cannot deny that. Voice quavering... You must know by now the last thing I wish to do is to leave.

Beregond turns his head slightly, barely enough to see Smith's face. You choose. I do not trust my judgement right now.


Date: 2004-02-06 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If I do not wish to see you leave, and you do not wish to leave... wouldn't staying be the logical choice?


Date: 2004-02-06 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Then you do wish me to stay. Beregond's hand slips from the doorknob as he turns to fully face Smith.

All right. If you truly wish, I will stay, at least tonight.


Date: 2004-02-06 09:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Doe extends his hand and pulls Beregond closer.



Date: 2004-02-06 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[And in what seems to have become a rather grand tradition, consider this thread as fading to black, with ensuing smut ficlet appearing in the next day or so. Apparently Beregond's mun is Smith mun's bitch. But not for long, bwahahha. Payback cometh! *cryptic*]


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