Hey everybody! Yup, my next story is up. This is just a transition between my stories actually. I've read some fics about what some people think will happen to Chiro and Antauri in the 3rd Season, but I decided to think of what the next episode would be like if it didn't immediately solve the Chiro/Antauri problem. So, inspired by some talk on the forum, I decided to write this story revolving a lot between the relationships between the monkeys. Gibson and Antauri, Gibson and Sparks, Everybody else and Sparks, etc. So, this one isn't really action/adventure like my others, and I'm not expecting it to be long at all. But I do hope that you enjoy it anyway. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own SRMTHG or any of its characters. I do not own the italicized part in the beginning, it is my interpretation of the last scene of I, Chiro.

Chapter 1

The Super Robot stood in ruin, four robot monkeys stood inside mourning the loss of their leaders. It had been hours since that faithful event which had appeared to take away the life of the second in command of the hyperforce, along with causing the bold human leader to run away, after becoming a primate himself.

They took Antauri's helmet and placed it in his shuttle tube. It hovered in the air. Otto brought over a gear that was part of the ruined robot.

The team stood in a line, facing the helmet and large gear. "We're going to miss you Antauri," Nova said, closing her eyes.

"He always believed that the end of life was but the beginning of a greater journey," quoted Gibson in a somber tone.

Otto looked up, "But…he's all alone now."

SPRX-77 shook his head and responded to Otto's remark, "No. No monkey team member is ever alone."

Otto walked over and placed a hand on the launch tube. And closed his eyes in despair and sorrow. Nova followed, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling his pain, sharing in his grief.

Suddenly, a banging was heard on the super robot. SRPX-77 was the first to react, assuming the noise came from the Super Robot's foot.

He headed to the foot, and opened the door. There, there a familiar face awaiting him. Ma Cinco stood in the doorway, dingy and grimey, covered in dirt and fear. She appealed to the red monkey that stood before her, "Please, monkey team I need your help. My husband is stuck under some rubble! Come quick."

SPRX-77 turned on his communicator "Monkey Team, we're needed in the city! Let's go!"

Nova and Otto came running down the hall towards the foot, coming from the tubes which they had just come from. SPRX-77 grabbed Nova's shoulder as she was running by. "Nova, where's Gibson?"

She turned to face him, and pushed his hand off her shoulder. "He needs time Sparks, just give him some time. Come on. Shugazoom needs us."

Ma Cinco led the way towards their shop, which lay in rubble. SPRX-77 made some chattering noises towards the two monkeys which she couldn't understand, but they must have. The three monkeys split up to different ends and started to pull the rocks off.

This system went on for a few minutes, until the green monkey called out, attracting the red and yellow monkeys' attention. They ran over, and so did Ma Cinco. A hand. They found a hand.

As quickly as they could move, the trio of monkeys was pulling, heaving the rocks off until they uncovered an entire man. The monkeys chattered again as they pulled him out and placed him on more solid ground.

Ma Cinco leaned over to observe signs of life. Pa Cinco was breathing, he was still alive. "Thank you team, thank you so much."

A crowd gathered around the team, everyone had needs. The team had to get to work.

"Wow, look at all of the people!" Nova commented.

Otto took a step back, "I can't hear what anyone's saying. They're all talking too fast."

The crowd was also gathering closer and closer to the team. Before they knew it, they barely had any room to walk around.

"Some crowd control would really nice right now," noted Otto.

SPRX-77's eyes darted left and right, the pleading faces were everywhere he looked. "EVERYBODY, HOLD ON!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. The noise stopped. The people stopped. Every eye lay on him. "We need a straight line."

Everybody stared at SPRX-77. All of the humans had blank expressions on their faces.

"This is when we need Chiro," Nova reminded the team.

Otto reached over and grabbed one of the people, pulling them over in front of SPRX-77. He then grabbed someone elses arm and pulled them behind them. Nova took the hint and began doing the same. In time, the humans caught on, and they formed their own line.

"Go down the line and find out their problems," instructed SPRX-77, "take care of the life threatening ones before the others. We'll have this city back together in no time."

Otto and Nova nodded, then Otto spoke up, "What are you going to do?"

"Help any way I can."

Gibson sat alone in the Super Robot. He had heard SPRX-77 call down, but he was overflowing with emotion. He was skilled at holding it in. He had never let his emotions get out of hand. He sat with his head on his hand, and his elbow on his knee.

Antauri had been his best friend. Through thick and thin they had stuck it out together. Antauri was the only one on the team who truly understood him, the most mature, the wisest, and most determined. To have him gone would be devastating.

Gibson was still in denial. He knew he was in denial. Denial was the first step of loss. He had seen Antauri fall into that egg, he had watched him, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't truly dead. Even with his extensive knowledge, he couldn't think of any way Antauri could possibly have survived.

"Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance," he repeated to himself. He knew these stages, had read every book on the subject, and knew where the origins had come from and the research that had been done about it. But, he had never actually experienced true pain like this…this sorrow, pain, grief, mourning…

He stood up. He needed to do something besides sit there. Some things he had read said simply soaking in your own grief could seriously damage your mental health. He got up, then took a few steps, and whether he meant to or not, found himself in front of that launch tube with Antauri's helmet floating in it.

He tried to say something in tribute to his best friend, but all that would come out was the word, "Antauri…" He fell back onto his knees and overflowing with mixed emotions, felt his eyes steam up, but would not allow himself to cry. He would not.

"Sparks! Over here!" cried Nova, standing next to a man whose arm was closely tied by a telephone wire.

He ran over, "What's wrong?" he asked.

"If I try to pull this off, I'm going to shock him! He's unconscious, but alive. I'm afraid that if he gets shocked, it may be too much for him."

SPRX-77 pondered this for a second. He then called Otto over. He told him to put rubber on his feet, and cut through both sides of the wire at the same time. This would cut off the current, and hopefully keep Otto from being hurt. It worked like a charm, and Nova was soon carrying the man back to his home.

As she looked around, she noticed that they weren't the only people helping each other. All over the city, all of the citizens of Shuggazoom were helping each other. They were helping to pick up rubble, find each other's belongings, and encouraging each other.This pleased Nova. Perhaps this tragedy was not as bad as it seemed, if it was brining the city together, to be more unified. And for the first time since the calamity, a smile flitted across her face.

Short, I know, but I'm not expecting this story to be long. But I am expecting it to be good, and very powerful emotionally. Hope you like it, even though it isn't my usual story, I feel it's a story that needs to be told. Please review!

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