AN: I originally posted this on AO3, but I used this as a chance to revise it a little bit. I'm not super proud of this one. It was a spur of the moment thing when I was listening to Lydia The Bard's cover of "Hellfire", and I feel like it could be better. But on the bright side, somebody decided to make a fanfic based on the original oneshot and so far, it's very good! Anyways, enjoy!
Serial Designation YN was, by all means of the word, a good Disassembly Drone. A strong, efficient leader, powerful fighter, and loyal to JC Jenson no matter what...
So why, WHY must she be tortured with these intrusive thoughts?!!
That boy... Serial Designation N. Ever since she had met him, she couldn't get him out of her head. It was like he lived in there, feeding on her thoughts and tormenting her with his- his... Infuriatingly attractive face!
YN stormed into the stone-brick church that her squad was using for their headquarters. She ignored her teammate L, who immediately stood and saluted upon her arrival. She paused at the doorway to her room, frowning at the floor in deep thought.
"Go check on F." She commanded without looking back. "Make sure he hasn't fallen asleep or gotten distracted playing with the worker corpses again." F was supposed to be guarding the entrance of the colony where the defective Drones N and V, along with many Worker Drones had taken shelter during her squad's attack. They couldn't break in due to the bunker's incredibly sturdy doors, but they knew that the Drones, especially the rogue Disassemblers, couldn't last in there forever, what with their need for oil and all. Which is why her squad took turns guarding it. Waiting for the day the doors would open and they could attack...
"Yes'm!" L said in a Cockney British accent before rushing out to complete the task. YN waited until his wingbeats faded into the distance before sighing and entering her room, which was in the remains of the main worship hall. A grand, ornate room full of graceful statues, rows of benches, stained glass windows that YN had painstakingly repaired (partially out of boredom, but mostly because she liked the aesthetic), and a large alter at the far end where the pope would stand and, perhaps, say his prayers.
YN examined the room, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Yes, she was still thinking about N. His kindness, his adorably awkward kind of grace, the way he tried not harm her even as she fought him with the intention of ending his life. And then the way he gently held her in his arms that day*...
Of course, she was too proud to admit it then, but she had fallen for him. And the feeling only seemed to be getting stronger, developing into something the humans might call obsession. Or even lust.
Standing before the alter, YN clasped her hands and began praying;
"Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed by Thy Name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day, our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory.
For ever and ever.
Amen."
She almost swore she could hear organ music playing somewhere in the background. Closing her eyes, she listened to it for a moment before she began to sing.
