Я до сих пор не могу успокоиться, после того-самого-фика, фффф...
И как тут успокоишься, когда любимого персонажа-"актива" из твоего ОТПшного фемслеш-пейринга заставили переспать с персонажем-геем, который является бойфрендом лучшего друга второй половинки твоего любимого персонажа-"актива", in order to make a baby! DDD%<
Что за бредовая Санта-Барбара? Geez, ну, было же все так интересно и красиво написано! И надо было автору все под конец испортить =___=
Любимый отрывок из этого фанфика* * *Sheaghen's internal shielding gave her only seconds of warning that the neutron beam had been fired, while she and Kim had been standing on the platform. She didn't even think an exclamation. She turned off her emotion-simulation routines while she picked up the human girl and began running.
Able to process input with her native speed now, she saw the shrapnel heading towards them as they fell through the air, but there was not much she could do about it. With nothing to push against except the girl herself, the synth had no way to turn their bodies to intercept it, and the shrapnel's trajectory had it impacting right in Kim's chest. She could do one thing: she pushed Kim up, and it entered her thigh, passing completely through. The blood that splattered out following the metal shard was bright, bright red – arterial blood. Sheaghen put her hand on Kim's groin and squeezed the flesh of her upper-thigh against the bone, closing the artery. In that position, she prepared for the splash.
With the landing pad of the platform, and it's cargo, coming down right behind them.
Sheaghen and Kim entered the water in a head-first dive, and the synth curved her body so that the force of the water, combined with their momentum, would shoot them out away from the descending platform above them. When her momentum ran out, she and Kim were thirty feet down in the water.
She felt Kim begin to struggle for air, and forced her mouth to the human's, sealing them together. Kim's eyes were open – wide open – and Sheaghen slowly exhaled into the girl's lungs, hoping she would get the idea.
Sheaghen's air sacs were only there to give her the ability to speak, but they were unusually - by human standards – large, in order to keep her volume/mass ratio close to that of a real person. The net result was that Sheaghen carried almost three times the volume of air as Kim's lungs.
As Sheaghen swam with all her might, with one arm and two legs only, Kim breathed and held on.
Five long, terrifying minutes later, they surfaced outside the drag-zone of the sinking platform.
Sheaghen let the human breath for herself.
"What is your status, Kim?" she asked.
Kim was a little bewildered by the events. Sheaghen grabbing her and jumping off the platform, the dive into the water, being towed underwater, holding on for dear life, breathing from Sheaghen's mouth... Oddly, the shrapnel passing through her thigh hadn't really hurt, and didn't hurt now, though she was aware that she'd been hit by something. She was also aware of Sheaghen's hand squeezing hard at her groin, and didn't understand why she was doing that. Too many questions!
"Wha – What happened?" was her way of summing it all up.
The synth listed the events chronologically: "I detected the neutron beam impacting the shielding around my remaining fuel-cells. I disabled my emotional-simulation routines. I carried you off the edge of the platform prior to the explosions of the fuel-cells you had placed. While descending towards the surface of the lake, a piece of metal shrapnel threatened to impact you in the thorax, so I maneuvered you in such a way as the impact would be less threatening, but it has apparently cut the femoral artery in your leg. I am currently keeping that artery squeezed shut to prevent excessive blood loss. I dove with you into the water in such a way as to convert our combined momentum into horizontal motion, getting us out of the way of the sinking platform. I allowed you to breath the air contained in my air-sacs. I swam out of the hydraulic drag-zone created by the sinking platform, and then we surfaced. I asked you your status."
Kim couldn't think of anything to ask, after such a flood of information.
"Uh... I'm... okay, I guess? My right leg feels a little cold..."
"That is because of the lack of blood-flow. We must now swim to the nearest platform where there may be medical help. It is two miles away. If I can use both my arms, and legs, I can get us there in approximately an hour. Can you hang on to me with one arm and keep your artery closed with your other?
"I... I guess so... "
Sheaghen took her free hand and guided it down to Kim's groin to replace her own, then repositioned them both such that Kim was hugging the synth in half a bear hug, her chin resting on the synth's head.
Sheaghen began to swim like an Olympic athlete on steroids. At first, Kim panicked because the other girl's (as she thought of her) head never came out of the water for air, but it occurred to her that she was a synth, after all, and apparently didn't need to breathe.
Sheaghen swam on and on, never tiring. Kim held on as they swam over and through waves, breathing whenever she had the chance. It was not easy. When her leg became too cold, she would relax her squeeze and allow some blood through, knowing that it would be blood lost when she did so. They left a red trail in the muddy green water.
Sixty yards from their destination, Sheaghen stopped. She treaded water while she pushed Kim off of her.
"Sheaghen? What are you doing? There's the platform..." It towered over them from this distance, looking quite a lot closer than it actually was.
"I cannot go on, Kim. I am almost out of energy. I have less than a minute left. Can you make it to the platform by yourself?" Before Kim could answer, Sheaghen had time to wonder why she'd asked the question. It didn't matter, after all, whether the girl could or couldn't. If she couldn't, she would die. There was nothing Sheaghen could do about it. So why had she asked?
"Just hold on, Sheaghen! We'll make it! Here, you hold on to me for a change, I'll -"
"You do not understand, Kim. There is no 'holding on' for me. When my power runs out, I will be gone. I am not like you. I cannot 'fight to live'. Without power, I cease to exist. My neural net will dissipate, and I will become spare parts."
"But... you said you had enough -"
"I could not have known I'd have to do all the things I have done recently, Kim. My cells are expended, my reserve is almost gone. Here, take this." Sheaghen appeared about to throw up, and then removed a spherical black ball from her mouth. "Give this to Dr. Drakken. He will know what to do."
"What is it?"
"It's me, from the time before we left the GJ lab until about twenty seconds ago. A supplement to the backup I have back at the lab." Then, Sheaghen did something for which there was no logical, rational, earthly reason. She said, "Kim... promise me you'll see to it that Sheaghen-2 is created."
"I... what -"
"Promise me, Kim."
Kim searched the machine's eyes for a glimmer of... of something to show how Sheaghen felt, because Kim herself could feel it, but there was nothing there. Just optical sensors staring steadily back at her.
"I promise, Sheaghen. But I'm not going to leave -"
Sheaghen spoke over her, "Good girl, Princess" and her head disappeared beneath the water, forever.
"Sheaghen! Sheaghen! No!" Kim cried, "SHEAGHEN! DON'T DO THIS!"
Sheaghen did hear Kim's words, muddled by the water, as she exhaled the air in her sacs, making herself negatively buoyant. She positioned herself horizontally and sunk slowly down, looking up at Kim's legs from underneath.
7. Go on Kim. Get to the platform. Save yourself. Save me. Go on...
6. Go on Kim. Please...
She watched the human girl begin to swim.
5. Good girl, Kimmie. You can do it.
4.
3. I get it now. I get it now.
2.
1. I loved you, Kim.
And with that thought, Sheaghen, The First, went dark.