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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
guess who's baaaaaaack!!
this is a short-ish au fic from a writing game i played! the idea for this has been in my head for a while now, but i finally got the chance (and time) to actually get it written down. i'm going to be a bit vague on what the actual premise of this au is, other than the fact it's set during s3, and let you folks figure the rest out :]
excerpt:
When frost had clung to her skin in starbursts and kept her rooted in place as the only one like her surrendered himself to a power too great to wield—her systems recorded the delays in her programming’s execution, gaps in memory space where there shouldn’t be, the unsteady voltage of her power core. They defined it as grief. That was the wrong definition to use.