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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: Just a short one guys, sorry. Did a random oneshot for my girlfriend this week so I got too lazy to find a better way to split this from the next chapter. *shrug* Review or whatever, not that anyone actually listens to this XD;;

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. - Norman Cousins

Chapter Seven – The Calm After the Storm

Forte's cries went on for a long time, first weakening to a wail, then finally trailing off completely well after an hour. After that, there was only silence, and the faint ticking of the living room clock, rhythmic and soothing. Roll and Dr. Light had since left their company, and that left only Rock and Blues, though he strongly suspected that Blues was only there in case he did something his brother deemed “stupid.”

Rock was secretly relieved that Forte was recovering from all those injuries, burning more energy and storing less, it probably would have gone on for even longer, and he wasn't sure if he would have been able to handle that. The shrieking had been a horrible, unnatural sound, and it was just too much coming from Forte. The violet haired boy had by far been one of the most ruthless, heartless people he had ever met, and hearing him reduced to helpless tears had been nothing short of a nightmare.

He got to his feet quietly, listening intently, and Blues snapped his head in Rock’s direction, he had slipped off at some point. “What are you doing?” he whispered harshly, frowning a little and sitting up straighter.

Rock put his finger to his lips and whispered back quietly. “I think he’s asleep. I just want to check up on him.” He listened quietly for a sign that Forte had heard him and woken up, but he didn’t get one, and he went over to the panel, wincing when the door slid open with an audible hum, but he still heard nothing. A glance showed him that the taller boy was still sleeping, completely dead to the world, and looking surprisingly peaceful, despite all the screaming he had just done only hours ago.

He stepped into the lab quietly, staring at him sullenly. He had never even tried to move from where he had fallen, he'd simply hunched forward until his face rested on his arms and literally cried himself to sleep. This wasn't the Forte he knew, and he tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling building up in the pit of his stomach.

“Forte...?” he whispered, though he already knew that the younger boy was out again, and probably would be for awhile. Somehow, despite all his screaming and struggling, he hadn’t split his stitches, but they were crusted in blood from being stretched, and he suspected Forte had just added a few days to the healing process. He sighed deeply and lifted him up carefully, carrying him out awkwardly.

He crept out of the lab with him as quietly as possible. He was pretty sure that Forte would be out for awhile yet, but Dr. Light and Roll had already gone to bed. Light had went up the stairs and slipped into bed hours ago. H is lab had temporarily been taken over by the violet haired boy and was still exhausted from all the extra hours he had spent working tirelessly on him and Gospel.

Roll had left because she simply couldn't handle the crying anymore. She had slipped upstairs shortly after they had shut him in the lab, and Blues had stayed up with Rock, helping him put bandages on his neck and keeping him company while he waiting for Forte to just run out of gas. He had dozed a little, but Rock had been sitting, waiting alertly for a sign that Forte was done.

Blues was sitting up straight now, staring hard at the television, and keeping an ear cocked for any sounds of trouble coming from Rock, and looked up as Rock came shuffling into the living room, balancing Forte on his back. He groaned audibly, grabbing a pillow. “Again?” He'd already half made a bed on the couch.

Rock shook his head a little, adjusting Forte slightly. “He might wake up and be afraid, or lonely. He can sleep with me, in my bed. Besides, you hate the couch.” He started for the staircase, when Blues hissed lowly after him.

“Rock, you can’t be serious. Are you crazy? He already snapped and strangled you half to death once!” He got up, cursing under his breath. “It’s just a stupid couch, I’ll sleep on it. Don’t you dare put him in bed with you, Dr. Light will be pissed off if you do.” That probably wasn’t true, but it was usually the only threat that worked with Rock.

Rock glanced back at him, shushing him. “No he won’t. Dad hardly ever gets mad. Now keep your voice down before you wake him up, he’s tired. He’s not going to strangle me anymore, don’t worry.” He adjusted the taller boy slightly, then started up the stairs slowly.

“How do you know he won't wake up and finish the job? It's not a good idea.” He followed Rock up to the steps hurriedly. Why was his brother so damned stubborn sometimes? He wondered where he got it from, he was nowhere near as stubborn as Rock, and neither were the rest of them. As far as he was concerned, Light had just been making trouble for himself when he’d programmed Rock.

Rock turned to him carefully, mindful not to let Forte slip out of his grasp and fall down the bottom three steps. “I just know. I think he's over that part now.” He leaned forward slightly as Forte shifted slightly, wincing as he clenched his hands slightly, digging his nails into Rock's chest. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping as well as he’d thought. “And he's exhausted. I'll be up before he even wakes up.”

Blues groaned quietly, frustrated with Rock and cursing on him for all the trouble he caused him. “Rock, look.” But Rock was already shaking his head. “Fine, but I'm tired and going to bed now.” He nodded to himself decidedly. If Rock was going to go sleep in the same bed as someone who’d just tried to kill him, he’d be damned if he wouldn’t be as nearby as possible when it happened.

Rock smiled a little, nodding. “Alright.” He knew what Blues was doing, the elder brother's room was on the left side of Rock's, and he would be able to hear the slightest scuffle from there. He turned back around slowly, and descended the rest of the way up the stairs, Blues at his feet.
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