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A fanfic idea that I came up with in about an hour.

Pairings: Master Chief x Cortana

Here goes... um... uh... oh $@*# it, here we go!



Date: August 5th, 2570
0800 Hours

Location: Former UNSC Colony Emerald Cove, Continent 00976B
Sierra 117-John 117

-NSC units have been notified, and all civilians are urged to take immediate action, should the two be located. Call immediatly to the toll free number listed here, and we urge you to stay inside, and do not approach them if possible. UNSC units will be dispatched to your location as soon as possible. So do no-


"Cortana, could you please turn that stuff off?"

"Sorry John, I just thought that we should know what was happening in the universe. I mean, I know that we are fugitives all now, but still, we have the right to know what's going on."

The Master Chief, the slayer of armies, the scourge of the Covenant, the Demon of their religion, was on the run from the people that he had sacrificed so much to protect.

All because Cortana had stolen his heart.

And some fucking ONI commander had to get in the way of all that. He had said that Cortana was rampant. That AI's are not people, and don't deserve to have personalities.

They found him mutilated beyond measure the next morning; John had taken his time with him.

They had been moving from place to place over the past year now, from the Underground of the Far Isle Colony to the ruins of CASTLE IV base on Reach. Each place, they had needed to move on, as the had been found out somehow each time.

And now they were here, some place deep in New Covenant space.

Cortana stood up, dusting off her old flight suit that they had managed to aquire through some unusual methods. At least they hadn't been able to lock down Cortana's new body.

And now, thanks to Cortana's amazing abilities, they had managed to send a message through a stolen Pelican's transmitter when they were still on Reach, and sent a transmission to the one person who he could still trust.

"It's all a waiting game now, Cortana, all a waiting game until he comes, if he comes.

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"Shipmaster! Incoming transmission! It's... it's... from the Spartan sir! This 'Jon'. It's adressed to the Arbiter!"

"Give me the recording. I'll take it to him personally."

(Sorry it's so short, but it's only the first chapter. Hopefully the next will be better. R&R are welcome!