Disclaimer: Ah yes. The disclaimer. This is the point where I denounce my claims on the multi-limbed Doctor and move on. Alas! It is done.
A/N: Hello. It is I. Cela. Yes. This is my first Otto (Doc Ock) story. I hope you endure… I mean, enjoy it. It seems that all movie verse stories of the Ock start with those darn morning after sequences, and I've found that it's because it's a very good place to start, so here I begin. I'll put chapter 2 up also, cuz I'm Cela like that. Ok peoples, read on!
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Chapter One: Soaking Wet and Totally Unconscious
He's not dead.
We have to get him out of here.
He destroyed the fusion generator!
No time for that!
He's dying.
Move him!
Hurry!
Where?
A thick, mechanical arm broke the surface of the water, sending dozens of miniscule waves scurrying for shore. The metal actuator at the end of the arm swung left and right, like the head of some strange animal, a soft red light within it pulsating.
Over here! Quickly, on this rock.
The claw gripped a nearby outcropping of rock and began to pull a drenched and sickingly blue Otto Octavius out of the frigid waters of the bay and onto somewhat dry land. Another tentacle clawed its way out of the water, aiding the first, then another and another. Gently they lifted him clear out of the water and lowered him to the ground.
He's not breathing.
Push on his chest, make the water come out.
Careful. Humans can be fragile, especially when they're sick.
Otto sputtered unconsciously as a actuator pushed roughly down on his chest. A thin dribble ran out of the corner of his mouth and the actuator pushed again. A lungful of water shot out of his mouth in a weird parody of a fountain and he took a few small, weak breaths, but showed no other signs of stirring.
He's still cold.
His heart may stop.
We have to find him heat.
There is no warmth here.
We cannot let him die. We need him.
Wait! Look, over there. It's Narriel. She's unconscious.
ZOOM X3.7 It is. Maybe we can use her heat to revive him. The Dragon always has fire.
They raised him into the air, so he swung limply like a life-sized puppet. They carried him in this fashion to were Narriel lay on her back in the rubble of the warehouse, blood oozing onto the wood from an open cut across her forehead and various other scratches. A tentacle dipped its actuator into one of these blood puddles.
Warm. We'll put him here.
They cleared rubble away from one side of the Dragon girl, being none to careful where it came to moving one of her stray limbs out of the way of a tossed rock or some other type of debris. They need her alive, not well. There was no doubt that she would cause some sort of trouble later on. Pity they couldn't just kill her when her usefulness ran out, but even in this state her Inner Fire posed a serious threat. After removing most of the metal and rocks, they laid Otto next to Narriel, and waited. It took awhile, but eventually he stopped being blue and was just pale.
That's enough. Let's take Father to a warehouse and wait for him to wake up there.
We need something to keep him warm.
Take some of her fire.
They spied a dry log lying near Otto's head and snatched it up. Holding it near her mouth, they pushed down on Narriel's chest. Hard. A stream of flame burst from between her parted lips and they caught it on the wood. Lifting Father once more, they bore him away to an abandoned warehouse with their prize.
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A/N: Ok yes. I admit it. I couldn't help it. I put her in. Narriel is a character of mine that turned up in an earlier version of this story. I didn't want to take her out, so there. Anyways, I'd really know what you think so far, so please write a review! And a special thank you to everyone that reads Daddy Jack. I'm glad you like me enough to read this. Ok, onward to chapter two! It awaits!