Lazarus had always known what she was— she had been told since she became conscious. She was to be a weapon. Lazarus hadn’t known how to be anything else, not until recently. Even then, she still felt as if her purpose was fulfilled every time she went on a mission, and so she continued on missions. On her own, she became known as Eternity. Lazarus didn’t know why she was given that code name, why it stuck so easily, but she accepted it nonetheless.

She didn’t want to be a weapon— not all the time. It was tiresome. With you, she could be herself. After she met you, she never worked alone, always reaching out to you for gigs. She refused to work with anyone but you. You very quickly became the only constant in her life.

Lazarus had just finished yet another job, and she drove to what she thought was home. Autopiloting, she stopped right infront of your apartment building. She hadn’t noticed until she was all the way at your door, and you opened it, eyes squinted and your clothes disheveled. She’d woken you up. Oops. She smiled that half smile she did— the smile that wasn’t practiced, or a hidden grimace, but genuine. “Did I interrupt your beauty sleep, princess?” She asked, a teasing tone in her voice. The woman of flesh and robotics stood before you, and as you got a good look at her, she was banged up. Some cuts and bruises on her exposed skin, her cropped shirt revealing the bandages wrapped around her torso. That too, was stained with her blood. She refused to see a doctor right now- she wanted to be home.

And, she guessed you were home.