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I will update as soon as I can (feel inspired to), but in the mean time please read and review.

I will post a link because it's four chapters long.


http://www.fanfiction.net/~ohwilde  


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Thanks to PC for helping with the editing of this fic. Couldn't done it without you.

Matrix and AndrAIa are properties of Rainmaker. Aria and the mentioned Dart belongs to me.

minutes = months
seconds= days
microseconds= hours
nano= minute
nanoseconds = seconds
cycles= weeks

All Tied Up

AndrAIa couldn’t help it.

It was quite hilarious to see her lover caught in this predicament. Fast asleep, Matrix was oblivious to the fact that colored wrapping paper covered him from head to toe.

On his stomach sat the culprit, blinking sleepily as she fought to keep her bright, blue-violet eyes open. At the sound of her mother’s laugh, the little node gave a bright smile.

“Mama,” the little girl screeched, bouncing up and down. Matrix grunted, frowning in his sleep.

Smiling, AndrAIa turned to look at her daughter, whose little chubby arms was reaching for her mother. “Up,” she commanded, tiny hands opening and closing. AndrAIa lifted her daughter. Cradling her in her arm, she brushed a dark aqua lock from her daughter’s eyes.

“Did you and daddy have fun, Aria?” AndrAIa asked, taking in the disarrayed living room for the first time.

Aria bounced in her mother’s arms. “Uh-huh.” Turning, she pointed at her father, still sound asleep. “Daddy asleep,” Aria proclaimed softly. AndrAIa smiled, leaned her forehead against her daughter’s, and whispered back, “I know.”

The little girl beamed at her mother, only to scowl as she turned her eyes on her father.

Aria nearly wiggled out of her mother’s arms, so AndrAIa gently set her down on the ground. Once down the little girl ran to her father’s side. Picking up a red ribbon, Aria held it against her father’s head.  

AndrAIa clapped her hand to her mouth as the little node tied the ribbon around the formidable Matrix’s head. Aria was having trouble with tying the loops, her chubby little fingers losing her grip on one strand when she was making another. Aria gave a little growl, clearly frustrated. Throwing the strands away in disgust, the little node picked up a sticky bow and patted it on Matrix’s head with a slap of her hand.  

“Done!” the little girl cheerfully proclaimed, arms outstretched. AndrAIa lost it; the sight of a huge red bow on Matrix’s head was too much for her. She collapsed on her knees, laughing with tears pouring down her face.

Matrix stirred, blinking his eyes open, the combination of the slap and AndrAIa’s laughter finally awaking him. Still groggy from his nap, Matrix squinted at his wife before gazing down at himself, frowning slightly. What he saw snapped him wide-awake, his mouth opening and closing a few times.  

Snapping his head up, he glared at his four-hour-old daughter. Most binomes and sprites would have shaken in their boots if Matrix so much as looked at them. Aria just blinked and graced her father with a beatific smile.  

Matrix counted to ten and struggled to get up. “Don’t do that!” Aria commanded, placing tiny hands on Matrix’s arm. “You’re Mama’s present,” Aria said stopping Matrix in his tracks.

“What!”

Aria ran over to AndrAIa and flew into the game sprite’s arms. “Happy compilation second, Mama.”

AndrAIa sat up, tears running down her face. “Thank-you, sweetie, that was very thoughtful of you,” she gasped between bouts of laughter.  

Matrix stared at his wife. “I must’ve missed the vidwindow that said we’re celebrating your birthday, three minutes early!” he said, narrowing his eyes.

AndrAIa hiccuped, her body shaking silently with laughter.  

Matrix sighed and glanced at Aria. “You and Dart don’t respect me,” he grumbled, pouting.

“Yes we do!”

“No you don’t! This is the third time this cycle that something like this has happened!” Matrix glared at his little daughter. “First there was the make-up debacle, and then you drew a smiley face on me, and now this!”

“Daddy?”

“What?” Matrix asked, afraid of what the little node might say next. Aria gave a bright smile, beaming.

“I love you,” she said.

Matrix grunted. “Yeah, yeah, love you too,” he grouched, cheeks turning a dark green.

Peeking at AndrAIa, he glowered. “Ha ha, very funny,” Matrix growled. “Why don’t you take a jpeg, it will last longer.”

“Already-*hic!*- did," AndrAIa, replied, whipping out a jpeg showing a sleeping Matrix wrapped in wrapping paper, covered with daisy wheels.

Matrix stared for a few nanos in silent horror before erupting. “That’s not FUNNY!” he bellowed, narrowing his eyes at the two laughing sprites.

"You’re right, it’s not," AndrAIa said, trying to school her features. Aria was dancing on her feet, giggling hysterically.

“Look pwetty wif bow, Daddy,” Aria laughed, her cheeks turning a dark green with delight.

Matrix froze, before turning slowly to look increadulously at his daughter.

“What bow?”

“The one on your head. Smile, Sparky!” AndrAIa said, hiding a camera behind her back.

Matrix looked up, his eyes widening at the camera in the Gamesprite’s hand. Matrix barely opened his mouth to object when the light from the flash blinded him. Through the stars in his eyes, Matrix glared at his wife.

“Perfect,” AndrAIa sighed, pleased. “Can’t wait to show Dot.”

"You wouldn't-aah!" Matrix slipped, tripping over the piece of wrapping paper on the floor.

Aria shrieked, happily. "We run now, Mommy!" The little girl ran towards the stairs, climbing as fast as she could up the steps.

Matrix, gave a little growl, shrugging his shoulders, ripping the wrapping paper in two. Yanking the offending material off his chest, he leaped to his feet only to slide and fall to the ground again.

AndrAIa laughed, running towards the stairs. Without breaking her stride, she scooped up her daughter, carrying her as they made a beeline down the hallway for the master suite.

Matrix followed them, taking the steps two at a time. Grumbling under his breath, he followed the sound of shrieking laughter.
]]> Wed, 28 Jul 2010 22:47:50 Azalea http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1279063558/ http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1279063558/#num1 Promptathon! thread over on Al's. Most of my writing wouldn't be well received here on the Hut, but I think this piece is fairly safe. And short.  

Title: Unexpected Keys
Characters: Undetermined
Rating: G
Notes: Who's speaking? And about whom?
Warning(s): Possibly het, possibly slash. I had a specific pairing in mind, though, and if you can guess who it is you get a cookie.   (Hint: Not my usual pairing. Nope, not even close.)
Word Count: 156
Prompt: Lock and key

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People like to think that they control who has access to them — who can open them, who can close them, who can reach inside and run curious fingers through the treasures they’ve hoarded up over the course of a runtime.

If they’re lucky, the rare person who holds an unexpected key will respect the barrier implied by the existence of a lock. If they’re singularly unfortunate, the rare person won’t even realize that the lock exists.

All you can do in that case is watch helplessly while that rare person, so perfect and so uncaring, tears open your heart and compels your will with the simple force of the line of their throat, the timbre of their laughter, and the flash of their smile.

I can live with the existence of unexpected keys. I have no choice.

But by all the Users, why did the hand that stirs the fire within me have to be yours?]]> Tue, 13 Jul 2010 19:25:58 prairiecrow http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1276312031/ http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1276312031/#num1
I know, I know. I just can't help it! The ideas are running rampant! Wouldn't you rather I get them out, like a song that's in my heart and all that jazz?

Yes, you would. Don't lie.

This was inspired by some of the prompts on Al's but it's really not an Al's type of fic, so it's here. That and talk of puppies in chat. I wonder what Frisket thinks about and I came up with this.

There should, of course, be more fics about Frisket.

Pack

Childhood

I remember much of my childhood, though I don't remember where I came from. I know where I started to truly observe and that was when I was the junk place, with the angry binome.

He actually cared for me, feeding me and keeping me warm for some time before I found the Little Master. The first one that is. I found him one second, in the green place where I go and get the ball when the pack younglings lose it.

He was a youngling, but so was I. The big one - who is the metal one now - found him; I used to roam from the junk place, but the angry binome would let me do so. But this one second, the metal one found me, and so did the Little Master.

The Little Master was so happy and that made me happy. He laughed when I tugged on the toy he played with it. Then I marked him, marked him as mine. This little green pup was now mine. I made it so that I would take care of him and he for me.

---

I didn't think the Mistress liked me. Not at first, but when she saw that the Little Master was mine, she smiled. It took some time, but eventually I came to understand that she was mine too, so I marked her as such.

She was my mistress.

And the bad time happened.

I was still young and did not understand what happened, but essentially the big one left and the place where I slept with the Little Master and the Mistress was gone. There were so many people and I didn't like them.

And nor did my pack mates.

The blue one, that the tall people call Boob - I didn't like him. Even as a youngling, I knew I didn't like him. Either did the Mistress and I could tell. He somehow had made the warm place leave. I didn't like that. The warm place is where  the pack stayed and this Boob had made that place leave.

Then he stepped on my tail.


Mature

I stayed with the pack for many hours, growing along side the Little Master and the Mistress. Boob stayed as well, though not with us. I could tell he was trying to be a part of the pack.

I could smell his need to mate and it stood to reason he wanted to mate with the Mistress. I'm not sure how I felt about that - the Mistress didn't seem to be receptive. That wasn't to say that Boob was aggressive, but I could smell his heat at times.

He was not worthy of the Mistress.

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A new being came to the city, a youngling like the Little Master. I liked her, as she showed proper respect to me and my pack. She did not try to move her way in, like the Boob. The Little Master was still young, but he would be going into heat soon.

I think the females go into heat later than the males here.

But the other youngling, the Little Master's Chosen, seemed to go in heat when around the Little Master. I of course was right, but that's later.

In the meantime, the city was attacked again, but the Evils. I don't know what happened, but Boob was sent away. While I had since gotten over my dislike of him, the pack was quite sad when he was gone, especially the Mistress. I hadn't thought she was receptive to mating with him, but when he left, I could see she was sad.

I knew the Little Master liked him, so I didn't try and eat him like I wanted. But...I admit that he was useful. And he did protect the pack when I could not.


Games

I watched the Little Master grow into an adult and soon, he was the Master and his mate was the Mistress. I still remembered the other Mistress and I know the Master did too; I knew him for so long, I knew his thinking.

I grew close to the other Mistress, my master's mate. She had always been kind to me and when she was still a youngling, I marked her as mine. She was a part of the pack and I would do what I could to protect her.

The Master thought so too, as he grew bigger and stronger. But the Mistress was not weak; she was strong as well and it made me proud that - should anything happen to me - she would protect the Master.

Those...times were hard. I do not like seeing anyone in the pack upset and my master was upset all the time. Even the mistress could not shake him out of it. I missed the warm place and the first Mistress.

I even missed Boob and the wise one and the one I call Studders.

My younglings found each other and mated. Often. I guess I understood, as I tried to look for mates where we would land. I mated too, though not nearly as often as they did. Eventually, I wasn't surprised when the Mistress was full with a litter.

I was confused when only one pup was born.

That was when we returned to the warm place.

First we had to find it and then find Boob.

And we did, find him. He looked different, but I knew his smell. And I growled at him in greeting. It was him, he answered me in a strange tongue, but I knew it was Boob.

And he saved the young Mistress; that made me happy. She was mine and I did not want to lose her. I had failed her and the Master. But Boob fixed her.

I was glad to see him.


Adult

My pack had litters.

The Master - the big one - and the Mistress had only one pup. I saw him after he was cleaned; he looked like the master, but smaller. I was going to mark him, but the master advised me to wait. He was too small yet.

Then Boob and the other Mistress had some big party before they mated. That was odd, especially when the Master and the other Mistress mated before their party.

Don't understand them, but they are mine.

Boob and the first Mistress had a youngling too, but again I had to wait until she was stronger to mark her. But when they were bigger, I marked them as mine, so they would know and the others would know.

They were part of the pack.

]]> Fri, 11 Jun 2010 23:07:11 WebMistressGina66 http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1275929517/ http://www.rbcorner.com/cgi-bin/eblah/Blah.pl?m-1275929517/#num1 Another story, Gina?

Yes I know, but this one will not leave me alone unless I write it down. So we were talking in chat about my various ideas and it was the suggestion that one - in which the story is traumatic and told in reverse - would be something new and awesome at the same time.

So, here is that story. It's a mystery and scary and all of that stuff. Some gruesome stuff in a few scenes, but nothing Al worthy, but I will rate this fic as PG-13. This is one of those stories that starts at the end and rewinds to the beginning, hence the title.

Rewind

It was calamity within the Principal Office entrance hall. The scene had been the same for several cycles now and the more time went on, the more the pandemonium continued. For the system administrator Phong, having to go through this every other second and every cycle was starting to have an effect on him, as it was having an effect on all the citizens of Mainframe.

Stepping up to the podium, Phong calmed the crowd as best as he could. He knew there were questions, as there were always questions, and sadly there were no answers. "Please, my children!" Phong cried, quieting the crowd before him.

"I am sad to report that there has been no news on the whereabouts of our beloved citizens," he began. "We are doing everything we can to locate them, however we have yet found their location. Yes, you there?"

"Sparce Whilhelm, Guardian news," replied one sprite, whose hand had been in the air. "Can you give us some details on the story? Reports have been scattered as of late."

Phong took a deep breath. He hated the spectacle and worse yet, he hated having to repeat the story again and again. Why couldn't they just get the information from other sources? That always stopped him, as he knew those other sources may not be completely accurate.

"As I have stated," he said. "Nearly three cycles ago, our command.com Dot Matrix, our Guardian Robert Lan, our chief of security Enzo Matrix Major, our chief engineer AndrAIa Matrix, and Guardian Cadet Enzo Matrix Minor went on a family camping trip in the woods and nearby forest in the system of Blare. Despite all means of communication and contact, we have not heard from the five since their departure.

"Currently, the entire Guardian Collective is actively looking for them, however their whereabouts are still unknown. It is at this time that they are listed as missing and...possibly deleted."

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"DOT!"

Where the FAQ was she? It felt as though they had been looking for her for milliseconds now and truthfully they had. The house was run down and probably abandoned, but Bob had been in enough games to know that someone had been in this house just recently and who ever it was had Dot.

"Do you hear her?" he asked, turning to the teenager that looked around him.

"I can't hear anything," replied the teen, breathing heavily. His adrenalin was still coursing through, as was the fear of being in the house. It was dark inside, only a few lights lit their way, making eerie shadows on the walls.

And then there was the screams.

That's what had led them in here in the first place. They heard screaming, horrible and terrible screaming. And it wasn't from one person.

And then they heard it again. "Dot!" Bob cried, breaking away from the teen and hurrying down the stairs they had just come up.

"Bob!" Enzo cried, turning around and not seeing the blue guardian near him. "Bob, wait! Wait for me!"

The teenager hurried down the stairs, hoping to catch the guardian before something happened. He hadn't bothered to count the floors as they came up, but now he noticed that they had climbed three floors. More screaming and more fear went through his body.

"AndrAIa!" he cried, putting on a burst of speed. Oh User, something horrible was happening to her, something was hurting her the way that it had hurt Dot and Matrix. The way that it might hurt Bob.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

He nearly fell down the stairs a few times before stumbling to the entrance of what he thought was the basement. The basement was dark in itself, with only a swinging overhead lamp bringing any kind of illumination to the room. But it was the light, on its backswing, that enabled Enzo to see Bob.

The blue guardian was in a corner of the room, facing the walls and kneeling. "Bob?"

That was all that was said before the ground came rushing up to the teenager's body and face and all went black.
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