A large armored ship was moving through space. Inside, dozens of troops flew about, welding things here, organizing things there. On the finished half of the ship was a large office. It had large windows that looked out into space, a shelf stacked with books, and a long desk with a hover chair behind it.

It was in this chair that a certain android was sitting, his head resting on the table with an arm over it as another robot in the room was giving him the latest details about the station.

"Another few days, and the space station should be completed. After that we'll install the weapons and defense systems." Lawrence announced.

"Splendid…" Nefarious muttered.

"We'll be putting in those new dark matter energy rays you built. I'm sure they'll pack quite a punch."

"Wonderful…"

"And the computers are going over those diagrams of those guardian bots you scanned. We could start building some of those if you'd like."

Nefarious merely grunted in reply this time. Lawrence glanced at him.

"Something wrong sir?"

"No, everything's fine…"

Lawrence wasn't buying it.

"Is there anything in particular you would like for me to install? Or if there's something you didn't like-"

"I'm fine okay!" Nefarious growled. This only proved Lawrence's theory.

"This wouldn't happen to be about Magnus would it?" he asked.

"NO!" Nefarious shouted, jumping to his feet in anger. A few seconds passed as Lawrence gave him a skeptical look.

"…Yes…" Nefarious sighed, slumping back down in his chair as he crossed his arms.

"Don't let it keep bothering you sir, you said so yourself. The only reason you helped out Ratchet and his friends was to get back home."

"Right…" Nefarious mumbled as he tapped one of his claws on the table idly.

Lawrence sighed as he tried to think of something that would make Nefarious' mood lift.

"Would you like for me to gather some of the troops for you to practice your space opera with?"

"No…just get me some coffee or something…" Nefarious replied as he twisted the chair around to face the window.

Lawrence sighed as he turned and walked towards the door.

"Anything in particular you would like in it?"

"I don't care…"

Lawrence left the room, and the door closed behind him. Nefarious glanced at the door, before repositioning himself so he was sitting side ways in the chair with one foot resting against the arm of the chair and his other leg hanging over the side, while his arms rested on stomach.

After a few minutes, he glanced at a locked drawer in his desk, before glancing away and glaring at the ceiling.

'Don't do it! Don't even think about it!' he growled in his mind.

A minute later, he was unlocking the drawer and removing the item inside. It was a picture of himself, along with Ratchet, Clank, and Qwark, just before they left Magnus- or actually, before Nefarious had swiped their ship and abandoned them on the floating rock.

He hadn't felt too guilty about it, he knew they'd find another way off; they always had a way of evading disaster.

What was troubling him was the fact he felt even a splinter of guilt at all. He was Dr. Nefarious! The most notorious, diabolical super villain this universe had ever known! He shouldn't feel guilty about anything!

And yet…he did.

He hated to admit it, really, REALLY hated it, but he'd actually sort of enjoyed working with Ratchet and his friends. They'd actually made a pretty good team too…

Nefarious shook his head roughly. No! He couldn't think like that! Emotions were for squishies! He shoved the photo back in the drawer and locked it.

He sighed as he leaned back in the chair, trying to sort things in his head. There had to be some way to figure this all out…

"Sir?" a voice suddenly spoke from behind.

Nefarious yelped as he jumped forward, slamming into the window, and sliding to the floor. He stood, quickly regaining his composure, and turned around to face Lawrence with an annoyed expression.

"What is it, Lawrence? This better be important!"

"I was merely going to make a suggestion. Perhaps you should speak to a therapist." Lawrence suggested as he set a cup of coffee on the desk.

"I don't need therapy!"

"Sir, if I may, you have been acting rather strangely ever since we got back from Magnus. The best thing to do would be to talk about it so it's not clouding up your mind."

Nefarious glaring at him, but there was a hint of uncertainty. Then he smirked.

"Alright then, Lawrence, if you think it's such a good idea, then you can be my therapist!"

Lawrence sighed; he'd had a pretty good idea this would happen.

'Oh goodie, as if I don't hear him complain enough…' he thought.

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This'll be a short story, 3 or 4 chapters, taking place after A4O. Spoiler Alert! The final cut scene kinda got me thinking Nefarious will have a change of heart, seeing as he was close to tears when looking at that picture. Anyway, leave a review please!