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The Other Woman

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I've always been the other woman in relationships - the mistress, the harlot, whatever the wife calls me, but this bizarre relationship? I don't know which role I am, wife or mistress, friend or foe.

At first, of course, I was pleased to have a man's attention without threat of him loving another woman - for Christ's sake, the only other 'woman' was an android named R. Dorothy. There's no danger in an android; they aren't built for emotions.

I thought so, anyway.

But before I get off on a tangent, the point is I felt like the wife for some time: gluttonous and sleek, confident and all that shit. I was human, she was not, and as a woman, a *real* woman, I was the superior one; I know I was being petty, but I found satisfaction in teasing his android companion. I had humanity and she didn't.

It's ironic, that the android should gain his affection - not the quick, flaring passion I earned, but a slow-moving, deep caring - when I had all the advantages. I can't understand it...

But then again, I do. It's odd, to be the other woman for once.

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Notes: I hate Angel...but I don't like character-bashing. Want to write Alan Gabriel/Angel fanfic. Am crushing evil fanfic ideas. Will write R. Dorothy/Roger fanservice 'fic as apology.

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