A/N This is my first Spiderman fic, I hope its ok. Please review and tell me what you think, If you like this, there are more chapters, but I have to get a response before I type them up.. Hint hint, nudgenudge REVIEW
Oh yeah, BTW, I know the format is kind of confusing, but bear with me, and feel free to suggest changes to me In your reviews The italic script are thoughts and stuff in Doc Ock's head, the plain type is actual happenings and spoken dialogue, and the bold italics are the tentacles speaking to Otto.

So without further ado, Nomi-Clawskull presents a Shaolin-Clawskull Fic,

"Reverie"

As Spiderman walked towards the hulking figure the papers had dubbed "Doc Ock" The man's eyes fluttered open for a moment, his tentacles seemingly too stunned to stop the inner person from awakening within....

"where am I?"

the now conscious Otto wondered, and then it all came flooding back to him in vivid color, he had lost control... Perhaps as Parker said it was a control that he had never had at all...

Parker! Parker was Spiderman!? his brain reeled at the thought, Brilliant but lazy, Indeed!

"How do I stop it?" Parker's query raised him from his reverie

"Even I can't stop it now," he heard himself mutter . "It's self sustaining." The horrible truth hit him then; ' When I die here with my dream, half of New York dies with me. Oh Rosie, see what I've become! A true monster. I should have drowned myself when I still had control,.... Control.'

As his mind sank deeper and deeper into despair, the water seemingly rising to swallow him, a thought occurred:

' Water'

what?

' Water! The fusion reaction's implosion would be harmless under water!' Suppressing the urge to yell "eureka" he called to Parker.

"Parker!" "push it into the water, it will null the effect!"

'It is a fools errand, to push it would be to drown with it.' this mortifying thought echoed in Otto's mind. "NO!" Let me push it Peter, you have a life to live ahead of you!"

' my life has no meaning except to right this terrible wrong'

' up, let me get UP!'

"no" "you must live for our DREAM"

'Listen to me! I am your master' "OBEY!!"

What followed this heroic act, and the saving of New York, was only in the memory of one longing for death. Otto Octavius had nothing to live for, no one to go to, and prayed only for death.

'Sadly I never figured it would end like this, I thought I'd die at peace, with my Rosie, and my Nobel Prize. But I do feel a somewhat resigned peace, a gladness to end this existence. How I wish I had died there, as Rosie crumpled to the floor, glass embedded in her larynx. Well at least I shall see her soon....'