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(A)bort, (R)etry, (F)ail? Pt. 1: Reconfiguration	By : Gimp666 Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A)BORT, (R)ETRY, (F)AIL?
PART ONE:
RECONFIGURATION
A/N: Ouch�. I can�t
believe it�s been so long since I�ve posted something to this fic.� Over 6 months!
Unfortunately, my situation only went from bad to worse than what it was
before, Since that post we�ve moved into this lovely house that�s literally
falling apart at the seams (thank god we�re renting!). Things will probably
continue to be spotty until we can get out of this place in early March, but I�ll
try not to go so long between updates.
Thank you
everyone who�s reviewed this, it�s appreciated, I read every one, and that�s
actually what got me to come here and post the next chapter. So again, thank
you! Keep them coming, I like to see what people think of my works.
~Gimp

"Live out of your imagination,
not your history." -Stephen Covey

Chapter
Fourteen � Reflection

Rock
stirred idly, cracking his eyes open and glaring at the bright sun, casting its
light over his bed. Outside, birds twittered cheerily, welcoming the morning
and preventing him from getting any real sleep. He reached over slowly, with no
real coordination, and grabbed the cord for his blinds, dropping them down over
the morning scene. He rolled back over and promptly burrowed his head under his
pillow.

His
eyes ached, and his body felt heavy and useless. Both were definite signs that
he had fallen asleep crying again, and that it wasn�t over yet. He sighed,
trying to rest, an quickly realized that he wasn�t
going to be able to fall back asleep. He was exhausted, thoughts came
agonizingly slow, yet he couldn�t sleep. He sat up reluctantly, leaning back on
his hand, and ran its mate through his hair slowly, casting a glance to the
empty space next to him.

Forte�s
side of the bed was very much the way it had been since the night of the
incident. The blanket on his side was still tucked into the mattress, pillow
untouched. Rock realized the left side of the bed had been made for three days
straight now, and suddenly his eyes flooded with tears again.

He
bit them back, teeth pressing firmly on his lower lip, and he reached over
slowly, grabbing the pillow and pulling it to his chest. He pressed his face into
it lightly, dampening the pillowcase and breathing in Forte�s rapidly fading
scent idly. That only made it worse, and he yelled into it, frustrated and
crying bitterly.

The
thought that what had happened three nights ago might be irreversible became real
to him for the first time, and he felt his breath rush out, stomach feeling
full of heavy lead. How could it be over so swiftly and mercilessly? It was so
unfair, to finally get close, really close to Forte; to finally start to
understand him, only to have everything torn away at the most important,
pivotal moment.

He
got out of bed slowly, wondering vaguely what he was going to say to Forte when
he saw him. The thought strengthened the feeling of dread, and he pushed it
aside for the time being. Until he came up with the right words to say to the
younger boy, it might be best to just avoid him altogether. The thought of
saying the wrong thing again � of saying something that hurt him again� he didn�t think he could go through that twice.

He
slipped into the shower quietly, letting the hot water run over him and soothe
him, and allowed himself to drift away from the present and back to the
previous night. He closed his eyes, drawing then releasing a deep, slow breath,
and found it wasn�t very difficult at all to return to that moment.

His
first major mistake had been asking Forte if he was sure about what Wily had
done to him. He couldn�t believe he�d let that escape his lips � it wasn�t as
though he could have accidentally mistook something the old man said or did for
that. Asking Forte if he was certain Wily had touched him had essentially been
a slap in the face, and a hard one at that. It was almost as bad as calling him
a liar.

Thinking
back on the face Forte had made when Rock had asked him that was even more
painful. Something in Forte broke the instant he asked him that question. After
that look, he had seconds to pre-empt the melt down before it occurred.

He
was certain that Forte was still amidst that breakdown even now, as he stood
here in the shower, water running down his back in thick rivulets. The thought
of Forte suffering like that broke Rock�s heart, and he couldn�t stand the fact
that it was something he couldn�t protect the younger boy from.

Still,
he couldn�t help it. The disgust he felt wasn�t directed toward Forte himself �
it had been a long time since he�d felt any real disgust or even anger toward
the Wily bot. The revulsion he felt was aimed completely at his creator. Dr.
Wily was an awful person, and he had seriously hurt someone very important to
him.

The
thought of Forte suffering like that broke Rock�s heart the same way that
conversation had broken the younger robot�s mind. Still, he couldn�t help it.
The disgust he felt wasn�t directed toward Forte himself � it had been a long
time since he�d felt any real disgust or even anger toward the Wily bot. The
revulsion he felt was aimed completely at his creator. Dr. Wily was an awful
person, and he had seriously hurt someone very important to him.

He
pictured himself telling Forte that, saw a quick, painless solution to the
problem, and then realized that it wouldn�t happen that way. When he went to
tell Forte about it, he would probably just clam up again, or say the wrong thing altogether, and there would be no second
chances for him.

He
felt so helpless, like his hands were tied, and he hated it. He wished he had
just held everything in when Forte had finally told him what happened. IF he
had just kept his mouth shut until he�d had the chance to recover from the
shock of what had happened to Forte, he would never have ended up in this
situation.

Opening
his mouth without thinking it through first and then trying to cover it up had
probably been an even worse mistake. Forte probably thought he was lying to him
now. He reached out, turning the shower off, and sighed faintly. That hadn�t
been the ultimate mistake, as bad an idea as his comment had been. The biggest
mistake he�d made that night had been made right at the end.

The
worst thing he had done had been letting Forte go to bed without fixing things
right then. At that point, the shock had been greater than the anger, and he
could have stopped the situation before it ever snowballed into what it was
now. He wasn�t stupid, he knew things were going to be
a lot worse now.

He
towelled off slowly, thinking the situation over as he did so, then dropped it
into the laundry basket haphazardly, leaning against the doorframe and staring
at his bed. Suddenly he was just so drained, just so tired, that he wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the
covers. He thought it over quietly, staring at the neatly made left side of the
bed, then walked over to it slowly, running his hand over the coverlet idly.
Then he lay down carefully, leaving the cover the way it was and closed his
eyes.

He
didn�t sleep.

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Rock
was seated on the couch quietly, playing an old fighting game, when Blues
strolled into the room and sat next to him. �Hey. Uh� where�s Forte?� He
grabbed the other controller and hit start, to play a few rounds with his
younger brother. Rock had seemed lonely lately, suddenly without Forte�s
company, and was brooding a lot, something unusual for him.

Rock
selected his character, and the round began. �Dunno. Around.� He mumbled, without looking over at him. There was
a silence while Blues waited for him to continue, but he didn�t contribute
anything else to the conversation, h wasn�t feeling very talkative.

Blues
raised a brow at that. �What do you mean, you don�t know? I thought you two
were hanging around now.� He mashed buttons, only half paying attention to the
game now. �I haven�t seen him in awhile, come to think of it.�

Rock
shrugged a little. �We were. We stopped.� He stared hard at the screen, as if
focusing, but he didn�t seem much more into it than Blues.

�You
stopped? Just like that?� He frowned a little, that
was the most un-Rock comment he had ever heard come out of the younger boy�s
mouth, especially when referring to Forte. Rock had always had trouble letting
things go, and he had been pursuing Forte�s friendship rather diligently for a
long time now, ever since the Wily boy and him had
met, to be precise. It was very unlike him, and he couldn�t help feeling
nervous. �Did something happen?�

Rock
shrugged a little, then hit the pause button. �Sort of. It�s private.� He bit his lip, unsure of how much
of what had happened was okay to tell Blues. �He told me something, and I
didn�t know what to do.� That was the truth of it. He hadn�t known what to do
then, and he didn�t know what to do now. �I can�t tell you what it was about.�

But
Blues was already getting up. �You don�t have to. It�s between you and him.�

Rock
watched him get up, torn between telling his brother what happened and getting
some sound advice, or saying nothing and respecting Forte�s privacy. �I didn�t
know what to say.� He said finally. �I didn�t know, so I didn�t say anything,
and I hurt his feelings.� The tears came, and he wiped at them with the heel of
his hand. �He trusted me enough to tell me, and I just� I just stared at
him!�

Blues
stood there a moment, looking reflective. �If I were you, I�d talk to him
again, and soon. He�ll leave eventually, if he thinks you don�t want him
around. Besides, you finally made friends with him, do
you really want to give that up?�

Rock
shook his head slightly. �I� I want to apologize, but I don�t know how. I don�t
know what to say. What if I try to talk to him, and I just end up making things
works again?�� He was crying harder now,
chin tucked down against his chest and hands clenched against his sides, tears
falling freely into his lap.

Blues
came up behind him and leaned over the back of the couch, arms encircling him
in a slight hug and chin resting atop his head. �Rock, I know you better than
that. You were just unprepared before. Things will be different this time.� He
let go, and stood up straight, ending their brief hug. �Talk to him tonight,
okay? You�ll feel better.�

Rock
glanced over the back of the chair at him and nodded slightly. �Okay. I�ll talk
to him tonight.� He gave the older Light bot a small
smile.

Blues
nodded slightly, smiling back at him. �Good. I�m going to go take a nap now, so
keep it down. He gave him a lazy, half wave, and headed out of the living room,
watching from the corner of his eye as Rock sank back down on the couch in
relief, then headed for the basement steps.
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