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Worthy Cause - Speculative fanfic

This is complete speculation on the hopefully promised pilot, Beautiful People starring James Murray on NBC coming, hopefully this Fall Season (LOTS of speculative fun here).

Dedicated to faye-dartmouth and smokeygirl19 for their support and inspiration.

Worthy Cause

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and I am not seeking any financial gain. Any plot similarities are purely accidental, this was just pure, innocent speculative fun.

Gregory had been ambushed by his own kind. Humans. He had glimpsed most of the necks of his assailants. Of the ones he'd caught, none of them had bar codes.

He wasn't surprised, couldn't be anymore. He had never expected to be fighting for the rights of Mechanicals, was paying the price for it, but didn't regret making the choice. He believed it was the right one.

While studying at Harvard then Oxford, what had interested him the most in history courses had been the Civil Rights movement of the sixties. He related to that injustice even though he could never imagine what that injustice could have felt like. Maybe that made him unworthy to speak for the oppressed of his time, but his belief was authentic, he was willing to bear the battle scars, not to prove anything but to earn the respect of those he hoped to represent.

Respect: A human quality. He believed it was possible for Mechanicals to possess it and believe that they had the right to feel it as any human.

He had wanted to make a difference in the world. He didn’t want to surround himself with people who had money to buy justice. Nothing interested him less. He had been fortunate to have been raised in privilege, but he had volunteered to provide justice who could least afford it and who had needed an advocate.

When his father had invented the Mechanicals, Gregory had been guilty of treating them as little more than servants, but he had seen first hand that mistreatment was universally wrong whether you were a human being of another race or economic status, a dog, cat or other animal, or a machine made to look and work like a human, but denied the emotions and rights of humans.

He had become friends with one of them, defending and helping that friend had labeled him as a sympathizer, subject to the same abuses, but it was a label he was willing to wear for friendship's sake as much as for justice's sake.

Gregory knew the price he was going to pay when he had made the decision and he had never regretted it. It had given him a purpose.

He had been caught by surprise. The first hits were high and to his chest, taking his breath away before he could even fight back. The beating had been aggresive and even curling into himself couldn't protect him from some of the punishing blows.

Once they were done, believing that they had at least left him unconscious, they ran off. He heard one of them mutter, "That should teach the bastard for going against his own kind".

When he was sure they had gone, he unfurled slowly, pain so severe overwhelmed him that he curled back into himself, groaning. He then tried again, staying curled longer to keep from blacking out. He placed his two hands flat on the pavement and lifted his torso up, breathing raggedly. Agonized grunts emanated from his lips.

A cabbie saw his struggle and rolled up to the curb. He parked and got out. He didn't waste time asking if Gregory was all right. He opened the passenger door then helped lift him up and into the cab.

Gregory grimaced with the stab of pain to his ribs. The cabbie, a Mechanical who had recognized him, suggested that he go to the hospital, but he refused and recited an address to him.

The cabbie complied reluctantly. When they had arrived at the home, Gregory paid him and slowly tried to position himself to exit.

"Wait," the cabbie said.

Gregory stopped, the sudden halt of momentum reverberated painfully through his body.

"Thank you," was all he said.

Gregory gave him an understanding smile and a nod.

"Thank you for helping me," Gregory said returning the gratitude back.

"Let me -"

Gregory shook his head.

"Don't endanger yourself any further. I'll be all right."

The cabbie gave him a doubtful look, but respected the request of a man who was fighting for the lives of his kind.

Gregory then exited, each movement, each step jarring him with pain.

It was that kind of recognition, ones that came from the very people he wanted to help, those counted and meant more than the notoriety, both famous and infamous that he was garnering for doing just what he believed was the right thing.

The cab drove off and he walked haltingly towards the front door of the house. He climbed the steps, but cringed with spasms of pain and had to brace himself against the porch handrail. He got to the door and leaned against the doorframe. He pressed the doorbell as much to steady himself as to bring an answer to the door.

When the door opened, David saw the pain Gregory was in and helped lead him inside. He then guided him onto the couch. Gregory groaned from the effort and stiffened in pain.

"Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"Too much press. Besides, just bruised nothing broken."

"And what makes you an expert? You're a lawyer, not a doctor."

Gregory paused and grinned.


David fixed him with a look.

"You've had broken ribs before?"

"Someday I'll regale you with the story." Gregory said. "I just need to rest here."

"Of course, you're welcome anytime, but..."

David gave Gregory a look.

"This happened to you because of me, because you are defending me, protecting a freak, didn’t it?"

Gregory sighed, only for it to cause him a twinge of pain.

"Last I checked it wasn't illegal to have emotions."

"It is for a Mehanical."

"Not even for a Mechanical, David," Gregory insisted.

"Then how do you explain why -"

"I can't, but you lost your daughter. The emotions are natural, makes you unique, not a threat. Humans like to think they are the only ones capable of emotions. They'd rather believe a primate, even an elephant, can posses feelings, feelings of grief and loss, but not a machine. I don't believe that and that certainly doesn't give anyone the right to treat you like a monster."

David nodded.

"I wish I had your conviction."

"You do, you just don't know it yet," Gregory smiled.

David returned the smile then it faded.

"What if all this...all that I'm feeling is just a defect, failed programming, a...freak of the unnatural," David wondered sarcastically.

Gregory felt sympathy for the conflict and confusion his friend was going through.

"I have friends in my father's company, researchers who might be able to help us understand what's happening to you. I trust them, but if you want a human's take on it, I don't think feeling grief over the loss of your daughter is a defect, it's proof you loved her and love is a human's greatest gift and greatest curse because in order to risk love, you must risk loss as well. It takes courage to love."

David smiled and felt fortunate to have an ally and friend in Gregory. He had always been there as a friend when he was a servant in his mother's home. He had been kind and generous. If David could believe that he possessed human emotions, he would credit learning them from being around Gregory. He could only hope that he would set the same example for his remaining child, his son Kyle.

Suddenly, both of them heard a noise near the stairway. As if on cue, there was Kyle standing and watching.

"Hey, there Kyle," Gregory greeted as he tried to sit up, but was then assailed by pain.

"I'm going to get some bandages to tape you up in case your ribs are fractured since you're too stubborn to go to the hospital."

"Maybe a couple aspirins too?" Gregory entreated with a wince, trying to inject his charming voice to the request.

David smiled and left. He patted Kyle on the back and nodded him to go in and see Gregory. Kyle got closer, at first nervous.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm great, buddy. Just got banged up a bit. Your dad's gonna help me. How are you holding up?"

Kyle sat on the couch next to him.

"Are they going to take us away?"


"You know, dismantle us? Shut us down?"

"Who told you that?" Gregory asked a little shocked.

"Every Mechanical knows that if we have emotions, we get shut down."

Gregory was saddened that a child should have such knowledge. No child should have to worry about anything other than being a kid. He'd been lucky. He'd had a happy childhood, surrounded by friends and family, allowed to just play and have no worries. Some might argue that he was sheltered, but they'd be wrong.

"No one is going to shut you or your family down. I won't let that happen. That's a promise."

He straightened a little in pain, but managed a smile and a pat on Kyle's shoulder. Kyle smiled.

"I want to be like you. I want to help people."

Gregory demurred humbly.

"Don't be like me, Kyle. Be who you are. Be better than me."

Kyle nodded, smiled shyly.

"I miss my sister," Kyle said. "Does that make me human?"

Gregory gave Kyle a sympathetic look.

"It makes you a brother who loved his sister and you miss her because she's not here," Gregory qualifies.

Kyle nodded again and smiled.

David came back with some first aid tape and aspirin.

"Kyle, can you get a glass of water for Gregory please?"

He nodded and skipped out of the room into the kitchen.

Gregory pulled off his t-shirt, grunting, hissing and grimacing. David caught sight of a developing bruise on the left side of Gregory's chest. There was no broken skin or blood though.

Gregory spied the expression on David's face.

"You should see the other guy," he joked.

David gave him a glare then proceeded to wrap him up tightly with the tape, each round making Gregory straighten in pain.

"You have to at least see a doctor."

Gregory nodded.

"I will, in the morning. If it's okay, all I want to do is crash right now."

"Of course."

Kyle came back in with a glass of water. He handed it to Gregory and he took the aspirin with a couple of gulps.

"Thanks, Kyle."

"Are you staying here?"

"Yeh, if it's okay with you."

"Sure," Kyle said, his voice sounding like a young boy again, happy and untroubled.

Gregory was glad of that.

"Can you walk to the spare room?" David asked.

Gregory tried to stand, but clenched in pain.

David helped Gregory up and Kyle, though unable to support Gregory, went to the other side of him to help.

Gregory smiled, looked down at the boy and ruffled his hair. He kept a hand on Kyle's shoulder to show appreciation over the gesture.

Once they got into the room, David helped Gregory down onto the bed.

"Thanks both of you," Gregory grunted.

"Kyle, head up to bed now," David said.

Kyle looked disappointed, but obeyed.

"Night, kid," Gregory said, bringing a smile to Kyle's face.

David smiled as well.

"He wants to be like you."

"I told him to just be himself," Gregory said, grimacing again.

David's smile widened. He appreciated and admired Gregory's conviction. He had hoped he would be worthy of it.

"Thank you, Gregory. You're risking everything to help us. Relocating us to this house, the protection...Susan and I are grateful, but getting beaten, maybe that’s..."

"You let me worry about the risks, David. You concentrate on taking care of Kyle and Susan."

He tried to straighten to ease the pressure, but it wasn't helping.

The discomfort was becoming more difficult to manage for Gregory. David noticed and wasn't convinced that Gregory's injuries were as trivial as he was making them out to be.

"What's the next step?"

"Our day in court," Gregory smiled shakily, relishing the challenge.

Gregory laid back on the bed. The pain was intensifying. David looked concerned then made a decision.

"Gregory, something is terribly wrong. I'm calling 911."

Gregory grabbed him. "No, no, no one can find you here."

"Then I'm taking you to the hospital myself."

Gregory shook his head, "Can't risk...exposure. People will misunderstand...you know I'm right. Help me up."

David felt helpless because he knew Gregory was right. He was defending him against charges of being out of control emotionally so seeing Gregory hurt, people would assume David had gone into a rage and he and his family would be taken away. The idea of Kyle being, at best, given the drug Compliance, at worst dismantled was an unbearable thought. An emotional response that was once just an act was now as real to him as any human. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.

So David complied and helped him up from the bed. Gregory groaned, as he stood upright, leaning on David until he was stable on his feet, listing to his left.

"What are you going to do?"

"Call the City Cab service. Ask for James. He's the one who dropped me off. Have him pick me up. He's a Mechanical. He'll understand. He can take me to the hospital."

"How did you know -"

"I'm a lawyer, David. It's my job to notice things. I saw his hack license," Gregory said with a trembling smile.

"I feel I should help."

"You are, by keeping yourself safe and not risking your family's safety," Gregory said. "Go ahead and make that call."

David nodded reluctantly.

He pulled out his cell, looked up the cab company, made the call and asked for James.

Gregory was wavering on his feet. He curled up and clenched with more pain.

"Help me to the door then stay out of sight. I'll call you, okay?"

David nodded and helped him to the door. Gregory shuddered with more pain and knew David was right. He was in trouble.

After a few minutes, the cab rolled up to the house.

"Stay here. Protect your family. That's the most important thing you can do. They are your first priority."

David nodded.

Gregory hobbled out and over to the cab.

James recognized him and gave him a grin at first, but then realized that he was looking worse than when he had dropped him off.

Gregory climbed in, panting through the pain.

"Hospital?" James assumed.

"Yeh, thanks," Gregory grunted out. "I seemed to have underestimated my injuries. You were right."

James made no comment and just drove off to the hospital as fast as he could without drawing attention.

"Just park a half block away. I'll walk the rest," Gregory said, readying himself to exit.

"You're hurt. I can -"

"You'll be safer if you stay here. You know who I am. I'm a danger to any Mechanical -"

"You're helping us -"

"If you bring me in and they learn you're a Mechanical, they'll pin my injuries on you. Believe me, I appreciate it, but it's for the best. It's safer for you."

James felt something, something that wasn't just him pretending to act human to blend in.

No one, no human had put him first, put his survival and safety above their own.

As a cabbie, he had observed the rude callousness of humanity, but this man, he was fighting for them and had been beaten for his stand against the injustice.

James felt the anger for the injustice done him and it was real.

"I'm not afraid," James said. "Someone should fight for you as well."

Gregory smiled as he felt dizziness hit him.

"I know you aren't and I'd be proud to have your support, but not at the cost of your freedom."

James's anger quelled and another emotion replaced it. Admiration.

He parked a half block from the hospital as Gregory had asked.

Gregory opened the door and slowly stepped out of the cab.

"Be careful," James said.

"Stay safe," Gregory said as he stood up and began to walk towards the ER.

James stayed parked and watched. Though he had been programmed to obey orders, he found himself needing...no, wanting to watch Gregory to make sure he made it safely and if he had needed his help, James would risk his freedom to gladly provide it.

Gregory slowly walked towards the emergency room of the hospital, every step becoming more and more difficult. He was finding it harder to take breaths as he neared the entrance and just before he reached it, he felt his world tunnel in and he dropped to his knees.

He was then surrounded by doctors and nurses and allowed himself to surrender to the darkness.


Gregory woke up on a gurney, at first only recognizing that he was in extreme pain. He focused around him and saw what seemed like a phalanx of doctors surrounding him.

"Sir? Can you tell me your name?" One doctor asked.

"Gregory," he sputtered through the pain.

"Gregory, you've been beaten very badly. We believe you have some fractured ribs, but of more concern is the possibility of internal bleeding. We're taking you up to Radiology then to surgery. Do you understand?"

"Y...yes...do what you need to doctor," he said.

"Good. Now, I have to ask, do you know who did this to you?"

Gregory swallowed back rising pain.

"I have many dissenters...but I don't know who attacked me."

The doctor paused for a moment.

"No, you don't understand, sir. Were they Mechanicals?"

Gregory gaped at the doctor in shock over the prejudicial question.

"I'm afraid I was too busy staying alive to check the backs of their necks to find out who was accosting me and even I had, humans or Mechanicals, I promise you the law doesn't discriminate as you have."

The doctor had been silenced and Gregory caught the approving glances of everyone else.

He clenched his eyes closed. He then felt the gurney move hurriedly through the halls as he breathed through the continual pain.

He had underestimated his injuries and was suddenly worried that if something happened to him, the Mechanicals would be without an advocate. They would be left alone to be judged by simple-minded people like that doctor.

After all the tests were completed, the good news was yes, there were internal injuries, but the extent of them weren't as serious as first thought, still, surgery was indicated and he had consented.


A couple of hours later, Gregory awoke groggy and confused for a moment. He scanned his surroundings.


The recollections came flooding back.

He then focused on a face that was staring at him showing concern. It was his mother.

"Gregory? Are you all right?" His mother, Lydia, asked, maternal worry laced in her voice, just a hair shy of hysteria.

"Mother?" He said, his voice a rasp.

"They called me and I raced over. What happened to you?"

"Nothing you need to worry about -"

"Nothing for me to worry about? They told me you had been beaten! How did you expect me to react? You're my son!"

"Mother, I'm fine," Gregory said, the exasperation in his voice adding to the fatigue he was already feeling along with a stitch of pain in his chest.

"Who did this to you?"

"I didn't see. It happened too quickly."

She fixed him with a doubtful look.

"I'm your mother. You can't lie to me and I know that you're way too smart not to know."

Gregory heaved a sigh of annoyance, grimacing. The pain was getting slowly worse.

"Was it your father's inventions?"

"They're not things, Mother. They are people and should be treated as such and no, it wasn't them and that's all I'm going to say about it."

"Gregory, this crusade of yours, it's much too dangerous. Your father's legacy already has you in the media crosshairs and now you're campaigning for their civil rights?"

"It's the right thing to do."

Gregory then arched back, his entire body clenching with extreme pain. It was drawn across his handsome features and he also groaned.

“Gregory? Gregory, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t…know…chest…hurts, can’t breathe.”

“I’m going to get you some help -“

Gregory grabbed his mother’s arm to stop her, the expression on his face pleading.

“No matter what…happens…don’t…call David…can’t expose himself…too dangerous.”

She looked at him dismay and concern on her face.

Then suddenly Gregory made a choking sound and blood began to ooze from his mouth and nose.

Lydia was in shock.



The doctors had stabilized Gregory, but he was unconscious on a ventilator.

They had looked grim as they told her that her son, her only child, had bleeding in one of his lungs, a puncture that had been caused by a fragment of one of his broken ribs. It had been so small, that it had been missed on the CT scan. They had contained the bleeding, but it had set back his process. Also, the damage was such that the puncture would need to be sealed with compatible stem cells if not, he would be forever compromised in that lung susceptible to pneumonia and other respiratory complications. They would need to test her or some other relation to accomplish the procedure.

She told them that she would find someone. They left her and she went to Gregory’s room, his lax expression, uncharacteristic. She stroked his face, tears filling her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me to contact David, but I can’t keep that promise. You need him,” she gazed at her beautiful son’s face. “I need him to save you.”

She dialed the cell number.

“Lydia? What’s wrong?” David’s voice asked.

“It’s Gregory. He…took a turn for the worse. He told me not to call you, but in order to help him, we need stem cells and –“ Her voice trembled as she related Gregory’s situation.

“I’ll be right over."

"No, no, he doesn't want you to be exposed. I'll send a car around and have you come to the back of the hospital. I promised him to keep you safe."

"It's all right -"

"It's what Gregory wants. It's what I want," Lydia said sincerely.

David hung up and Lydia hoped that Gregory would forgive her.

Several minutes later, David arrived at the hospital. He was given gawking looks by the hospital staff, but he ignored them. Gregory was more important.

He spotted Lydia in intensive care and walked up to her.

She caressed his face and then hugged him.

“Thank you for coming. I know it’s a risk –“

“Gregory has risked much more for me, is still risking himself by defending me. I will be glad to do whatever I can to help him. Tell me what you need from me.”

Lydia smiled at David, understood Gregory’s compassion for the Mechanicals and felt proud to have such a son.

“When you were created, Gregory’s father used his DNA. The doctors have told me that they’ll need stem cells to heal the damage to Gregory’s lung.”

“I understand. Since I was created with his DNA, the chances of rejection are eliminated as well as any complications. Just tell me where I need to go.”

The doctors had wanted to put him under, but David insisted that he would be fine awake with a local. He had to admit that he didn’t trust anyone other than Gregory and Lydia. A part of him was afraid that if put under he would be dismantled. Irrational fear was a human emotion. There was no good reason for him to feel that and yet he did.

When he had started to experience the emotions after Tina’s death, the first person he had gone to had been Gregory. He knew that he would help him and he had and still was helping him.

In a way, they were more like clones, sharing DNA that made David not only more human than machine, but also connected him to a man he respected like a brother. Gregory had never treated him as anything less than a brother. He had taken the time to educate him, to essentially make him the man that he was. He could never repay that back to him, but he knew that helping him live was an easy choice.

After the doctors had gotten what they had needed, he watched as they wheeled Gregory out to perform the procedure. Lydia had joined him. Her hand rested on his shoulder.

“Thank you, David.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Lydia. I wanted to help. I have been nothing but a burden to Gregory. I wish I could do more for him.”

She watched and was surprised to see tears rolling down David’s face.

“You’re his friend, like a brother really. The kind of man he is, he didn’t learn that from me and certainly not from his father. The only thing we did was showed him what kind of person not to be,” Lydia said with sadness and pride. “He believes in the cause he’s fighting for. He believes in you and your family.”

David nodded his head. He had insisted that he would stay with her until Gregory woke up. Susan and Kyle were okay with that except that Kyle wanted to be there as well.

“Kyle considers Gregory a role model. He wants to be just like him. He just told Kyle to be himself.”

Lydia smiled.

“It sounds like something he would say.”

“I worry about the risks he’s taking for us.”

“I worry as well, but you and I both know that nothing we could say would change his mind.”

David nodded again.

The surgery had gone successfully and Gregory was resting comfortably in recovery.

Stem cell research had evolved exponentially after the technology of creating Mechanicals had become a mass production process. It was the boon of medicine and had saved many lives. Stem cells could not only repair injury, but also replicate the needed organs without the risk of rejection. Recovery was also hastened as replication also accelerated healing as well.

The next day, Gregory was off the ventilator and breathing on his own. Though it would still take time to feel 100%, Gregory had awakened the next morning.

He spied his mother’s and David’s relieved faces as he awoke.

“I know what you’re going to say so don’t expend the energy to scold me, but I had to. You were going to die and there is one thing, one promise I won’t make and that is to let you die. “

“She was right to call me, Gregory. She helped me get into the hospital without fanfare so just concentrate on getting well.”

Gregory’s eyes darted back and forth from his mother to David. He heaved a sigh and nodded tiredly.

They had decided to take turns with Gregory so that Lydia could get some sleep.

David sat in his chair and though in many ways, he didn’t require sleep, he had allowed himself to fall asleep, wondering if he would dream.

He never had. Philip K. Dick’s novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep came to mind. He had read the book. Gregory preferred the doctored film version Bladerunner. In either case, it made David wonder if he was feeling anything more than just a malfunction. The emotions were getting stronger and uncontrollable so they felt every bit as real as a human’s, but still, he wondered.

Tonight, he was fully awake, refusing to give into sleep so that he could watch over Gregory. He heard him stir and looked over.

“Are you all right?” He asked him. “Shall I get the doctor?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Tired, but fine,” Gregory said. “Thank you for saving my life.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. This happened to you because of me, because of what you are doing for my family.”

“You don’t need to feel obligated, David,” he said. “It’s the right thing to do.”

“I wonder sometimes.”

“What do you mean?”

“You almost died for something that could be just a malfunction in programming, that could be an anomaly, nothing more, that despite the flesh and organs I have, I’m still a machine.”

Gregory felt David’s distress and smiled. David was confused.


“A machine doesn’t worry about such things, David, at least not to the distress that you’re experiencing them. A machine doesn’t question whether their behavior is an anomaly or not. A machine doesn’t independently make a decision to save a human’s life. “

“The three laws –“

“The three laws only apply to robots. Not to you. Not anymore.”

“Then how do you explain what’s happening to me?”

“I can’t, all the more the beauty of the mystery of your transformation. It’s a gift.”

“Aren’t you worried about whether the malfunction could become something worse? That I could harm you as easily as I could help you?”

“No, because you won’t let that happen. You won’t harm me because you know it’s wrong.”

Gregory looked at David and if a look could spur belief then David would allow himself to believe.

“I wish I had your confidence.”

“You do, you just don’t know how to access it yet.”


Full recovery had been swift and complete after a couple more days. In those passing days, the media increased at the hospital and everything that Gregory had feared was coming to fruition. David couldn't leave without the risk of being surrounded by the press asking him questions.

Rumors had begun to be leaked that Gregory had been attacked by Mechanicals and it was at that point that he had decided that a press conference needed to be convened.

As they gathered in to a conference room, Gregory readied himself. His mother and David watched with concern. She went up to her son and gave him a proud smile. She placed her hands on his chest.

"I'm proud of you," she said.

"Don't worry."

"I'm your mother. It's my job to worry about you," she smiled nervously.

Gregory smiled in return and pecked his mother on the cheek. David then extended his hand. Gregory took it and shook it.

"Thank you."

"You saved my life. I owe you much more."

Gregory walked out and faced the barrage of flashes from cameras, the din of competing voices, anxious to catch his attention, but he stayed calm and motioned everyone to sit down. They complied and when some continued to jockey for his attention by throwing questions at him, he shook his head to silence them.

"Thank you for coming. I am going to make a statement because it has come to my attention that misinformation has been circulating and rampant speculation is doing more harm than good."

He took in a breath.

"First, I will not cater to the negative publicity that seeks to divide human versus Mechanical, doing that will serve no one. What happened to me was the act of individuals who don't and shouldn't speak for others. To reveal them would only reward their actions, which was to seek to inflame and incite more violence. What I do want known is that it was a Mechanical who selflessly saved my life and only affirmed my belief that Mechanicals deserve to be given the same chance to prove themselves equal to what humans also wish to achieve. Emotions like compassion give humans their humanity and for David to have offered his help at personal risk more than qualifies him as representing the best of humanity. I am grateful to him and will continue to champion his right to live individually as I would any human demonstrating the same said compassion."

Gregory then stepped away from the microphone, the clamoring for his attention resumed again.

He walked off and disappeared to the room where his mother and David awaited.

FIN. Complete speculation on what an episode of Beautiful People might look like. It was fun to write! We'll see how close I am.

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I so want the series to be like this!
Depth, emotions, angst, hurt/comfort, all the right ingredients.
I hope we're going to find out soon!

I'm glad you liked the story. When I heard about Beautiful People and got the casting and general plot tidbits from you and smokeygirl19 (which I am forever grateful to both of you for always sharing), the inspiration just materialized spontaneously. It was all organic. The story wrote itself!

I have no illusions that it will even be close to what the show will do, but I'm happy you felt it had all the qualities you expressed because that's what I was going for so it pleases me that they came across for you.

The suspense is killing me! I can't wait to see it!!! Is it any wonder I'm writing to sublimate? Hahaha!

Thanks again!

Re: Glad you liked it!

I think it's awesome that people get inspiration and are able to write from just a tidbit of information.

The suspense of waiting is killing me too. I so hope they turn it into a series, so we are able to see JM on TV again.

This makes me so very happy -- and so very anxious! You've given a fantastic glimpse into what could be, and if the show is anywhere close to this, then I think it'll be stellar :)

I love how dedicated you make Gregory -- that his primary concern is for others, even in the wake of his own suffering.

Hee, I can't help but hoping that we not only get to see this show, but that you write more fic for it!

It was great to read your thoughts about "Beautiful People"! From the tidbits you've sent, it really does sound like it will be a fun show. Your mention of the "Three Laws" made me think of "I, Robot." :)

Of the ones he'd caught, none of them had bar codes.

Ooh, bar codes. :D That sounds wonderfully familiar too, lol.

Gregory then exited, each movement, each step jarring him with pain.

*winces* Ouch.

"...love is a human's greatest gift and greatest curse because in order to risk love, you must risk loss as well. It takes courage to love."

Beautiful line, and so true!

James stayed parked and watched. Though he had been programmed to obey orders, he found himself needing...no, wanting to watch Gregory to make sure he made it safely and if he had needed his help, James would risk his freedom to gladly provide it.

I love his thought here. :)

Then suddenly Gregory made a choking sound and blood began to ooze from his mouth and nose.

Lol, I didn't think it would be so easy. But I loved how you ended it. :) Fantastic work as always!

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