FLUFF. MOSTLY. KINDA-SORTA? MAYBE?
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double_discs[Heavily inspired by this.]
He had been posted at the main entranceway before the administrator settled down in preparation for a brief reboot to repair the mostly external damage to his systems from the Lightcycle battle earlier. All of the vents and windows and secondary exits had already been set up with digital alarms that only Rinzler could tell when tripped by silent transmission straight to his system. He glanced back once at the cycling down admin before moving to close the door behind him.
There were several times during the millicycle that Rinzler felt the impulse to check on his leader even though he knew perfectly well that nothing was amiss in the other room. He would have felt it, sensed it. Every time he checked it was exactly as he left it: CLU spread across the hard paneled table (for some reason he couldn't stand the User beds), lying on his back with his eyes shut and slightly fluttering due to the rearrangement of data as he meticulously self-repaired. It gave the illusion that the administrator was dreaming--but of course programs didn't dream.
He always ducked quickly back out of the room and retook his protective position at the door as if afraid to be caught.
But a long millicycle ran by and the security program was running low on energy after half the 'cycle was through. He hadn't had the time to recharge anytime recently and he couldn't just draw energy out of the walls here in the User world like back in the Grid. He rumbled unhappily at the thought of home...
At some point in time he ducked back into the room with his administrator and shut the door behind him this time. His systems were beginning to fail and, though he hate to do it, he needed to let CLU know that he couldn't last the duration without a recharge. He gazed down at the other program. The administrator looked so peaceful when he was offline.
Before he knew it Rinzler found himself curled up next to his master's side, helmet derezzed for fear of pressing too hard into CLU's chest as he lay his head down on top of the administrator. His rumbling quieted, content, relaxed, and he slowly drifted off into a downcycle of his own.
He didn't wake before his master did. But he was lucky even though he was never to know it. Strong, deft fingers brushed through his dark hair as he lay there and raked away the malignant code that always kept a peaceful downcycle from the conflicted security program.
He had been posted at the main entranceway before the administrator settled down in preparation for a brief reboot to repair the mostly external damage to his systems from the Lightcycle battle earlier. All of the vents and windows and secondary exits had already been set up with digital alarms that only Rinzler could tell when tripped by silent transmission straight to his system. He glanced back once at the cycling down admin before moving to close the door behind him.
There were several times during the millicycle that Rinzler felt the impulse to check on his leader even though he knew perfectly well that nothing was amiss in the other room. He would have felt it, sensed it. Every time he checked it was exactly as he left it: CLU spread across the hard paneled table (for some reason he couldn't stand the User beds), lying on his back with his eyes shut and slightly fluttering due to the rearrangement of data as he meticulously self-repaired. It gave the illusion that the administrator was dreaming--but of course programs didn't dream.
He always ducked quickly back out of the room and retook his protective position at the door as if afraid to be caught.
But a long millicycle ran by and the security program was running low on energy after half the 'cycle was through. He hadn't had the time to recharge anytime recently and he couldn't just draw energy out of the walls here in the User world like back in the Grid. He rumbled unhappily at the thought of home...
At some point in time he ducked back into the room with his administrator and shut the door behind him this time. His systems were beginning to fail and, though he hate to do it, he needed to let CLU know that he couldn't last the duration without a recharge. He gazed down at the other program. The administrator looked so peaceful when he was offline.
Before he knew it Rinzler found himself curled up next to his master's side, helmet derezzed for fear of pressing too hard into CLU's chest as he lay his head down on top of the administrator. His rumbling quieted, content, relaxed, and he slowly drifted off into a downcycle of his own.
He didn't wake before his master did. But he was lucky even though he was never to know it. Strong, deft fingers brushed through his dark hair as he lay there and raked away the malignant code that always kept a peaceful downcycle from the conflicted security program.
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Date: 2011-03-16 06:15 pm (UTC)The natural order of things: Rinzler watches Clu sleep. Clu watches Flynn sleep. Jarvis cries himself to sleep--until he is awakened by a ping from Castor.
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Date: 2011-03-16 06:22 pm (UTC)Amen. (lawl)
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Date: 2011-03-18 12:27 am (UTC)I love you. I love this. :D
I stalk all of your threads. Just by the way. Your portrayal of Rinzler is excellent.
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:53 pm (UTC)I...what? N-not that good. /hides