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writethisfanficHow's the writing going? It's the weekend, so I'm not expecting to get anything done. I might, in theory, but in practice, it's unlikely.
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It's the end of my week, so it's time to share snippets, to ask for beta reader and all that sort of thing. Have at it!
Did you:
Write?
Edit?
Send to beta?
Post?
Think about your story?
Do something else?
Take a rest?
It's the end of my week, so it's time to share snippets, to ask for beta reader and all that sort of thing. Have at it!
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Date: Sunday, February 17th, 2013 02:25 (UTC)*******************************************************
It was a measure of how worried Kitt had become that when Tony stepped out of the elevator he didn't even scold him for being late.
"Tony!" He turned from the windows and came to meet him, sounding relieved, although his bittersweet smile didn't quite reach his eyes: he was too busy studying his imprinted pilot intently, scanning him with every sense at his command. "What happened? Are you all right?"
He stopped a couple of steps into the room, watching the android approach and wondering what was really going on inside that beautifully designed skull. "Fury just wanted to warn me that the Avengers are assembling — here, at nine a.m. tomorrow morning."
Kitt's smile widened slightly, his body language switching gears from anxious to seductive as his hands came to rest on Tony's waist. "Is that all? Well then, I suppose there'll be no sleeping in for —"
He was still moving in: to embrace, no doubt to kiss. Tony's hands found his waist in turn — to stop him from coming any closer, which prompted a frown of surprise and the slightest tilt of his head, his gaze both analytical and questioning. Everything about him was so clear and so open, so real, that all of Tony's instincts, even the most paranoid ones, sounded one note of absolute agreement: He isn't lying. He wouldn't lie to me even if he could, which he probably can't. And hard on the heels of the realization — which was really more of a remembrance of what had always been — came a resurgence of the desire that had never been far from Tony's mind: to close the remaining distance between them and finally make Kitt's immortal substance one with his own very hungry flesh.
Instead he took hold of Kitt's upper arms and looked him directly in the eyes, speaking as calmly as he could: "Where did the first version of your program come from? The very first version?"
Kitt's frown intensified; he was clearly perplexed by the question — or at least by the timing of it. But he nevertheless answered at once: "My main cybernetic processor was initially installed in a US Government mainframe in Washington, DC. I was designed to automate resource traffic allocations for the Department of Defence."
Which was news to Tony. "That information wasn't included in your records."
"Probably because they didn't consider it particularly relevant. After the hardware and software upgrades applied by Wilton Knight's team, I was scarcely recognizable as the same entity."
The puzzle was coming together. Even with pieces still missing, the shape of it was appalling. "And you're sure about that?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Kitt scowled, scanning Tony's face even more intently. "I'm an artificial intelligence — we don't randomly forget things like that."
Oh, sweetheart… if Fury wasn't lying through his teeth just now, you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. sleeper agent under cover so deep even you didn't know it. A surge of rage made him close his eyes and draw a slow breath: They corrupt everything they touch, even this, even —
"… Tony?" Kitt's voice was suddenly very small, and Tony opened his eyes to see an apprehensive but clear question in those hazel eyes. It wasn't the question he actually asked: "What is it? Are you all right?" It was something that made Tony remember his earlier statement: Unless you wanted to run away from me. If you did, I would shut myself down and —
And he didn't. Dear God, he couldn't. He was in too deep. He mustered a reassuring smile. "Just something Fury said. I'll tell you later."
Apprehension became fear. "Surely he doesn't intend to —?"
Tony shook his head and shifted his grip upward, taking Kitt's face gently between his hands. The dismay on those handsome features made his tightly clenched heart unfold in a wave of compassion. "No, baby — no," he soothed, "nobody's taking you anywhere."
"You can't promise that," Kitt whispered back, ducking his chin and closing his eyes with a bitter edge of a chuckle. "As you said, you're just one man."
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Date: Sunday, February 17th, 2013 09:19 (UTC)