Conjuring
TITLE: Conjuring
FANDOM: ReBoot
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Bob; implied Bob/Dot
PROMPTS: 31_days "she is the breath in your lungs" | fanfic100 037. Sound
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 270
SUMMARY: Bob wants nothing more than to remember.
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: Just a short, slightly angsty Bob-in-the-Web piece
DISCLAIMER: If I owned ReBoot, I would turn it back over to Gavin Blair so that he could produce more brilliance. Unfortunately, ReBoot remains in the hands of Rainmaker.
Conjuring
In the dark corners of the web, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and slowly degrading in the harsh environment, there were days where it was only Bob’s drive to get home, to see her face one more time, that kept him moving. His own self-preservation was second, in his mind, to finding his way back to the system he called home. To the woman to whom he had never had the courage to say….
And every time he went to bed, he would lie in the darkness with his eyes closed and try to remember everything about her. All the details. The way she smiled at him. The way it felt when she would touch him on the arm or hand. The times when she was in the diner and you couldn’t even see her for all the VidWindows surrounding her, but you knew she was there because you could hear her voice. Her voice. That was a big one. He wanted more than anything to remember her voice, because if he could remember that then he could speak to her - at least, the version of her that resided in his mind.
But he knew he was losing it. Losing all of it. As the seconds went on it became harder to conjure up a picture of her face, to recall the pitch of her voice when she was happy or angry or stressed, before he went into downtime. He kept trying, though. Even if he was trapped in the web for a hundred days, even if he degraded so far as to be unrecognizable, he never wanted to forget.
FANDOM: ReBoot
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Bob; implied Bob/Dot
PROMPTS: 31_days "she is the breath in your lungs" | fanfic100 037. Sound
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 270
SUMMARY: Bob wants nothing more than to remember.
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: Just a short, slightly angsty Bob-in-the-Web piece
DISCLAIMER: If I owned ReBoot, I would turn it back over to Gavin Blair so that he could produce more brilliance. Unfortunately, ReBoot remains in the hands of Rainmaker.
Conjuring
In the dark corners of the web, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and slowly degrading in the harsh environment, there were days where it was only Bob’s drive to get home, to see her face one more time, that kept him moving. His own self-preservation was second, in his mind, to finding his way back to the system he called home. To the woman to whom he had never had the courage to say….
And every time he went to bed, he would lie in the darkness with his eyes closed and try to remember everything about her. All the details. The way she smiled at him. The way it felt when she would touch him on the arm or hand. The times when she was in the diner and you couldn’t even see her for all the VidWindows surrounding her, but you knew she was there because you could hear her voice. Her voice. That was a big one. He wanted more than anything to remember her voice, because if he could remember that then he could speak to her - at least, the version of her that resided in his mind.
But he knew he was losing it. Losing all of it. As the seconds went on it became harder to conjure up a picture of her face, to recall the pitch of her voice when she was happy or angry or stressed, before he went into downtime. He kept trying, though. Even if he was trapped in the web for a hundred days, even if he degraded so far as to be unrecognizable, he never wanted to forget.