-1No negative reviews. I was going to say thank you all for knowing how great I am and how great my stories are. But then I realize that it is because I'm great. What, you think I was going to competent you. Unlike some people, I'm not self-concerned.

Disclaimer: don't own Sly, or anyone from the game.

Sly was waking up. Then he got hit by a big confusion. He was just cold a second ago, and he was waking up. Bentley would explain this. He tried to move his left hand, but couldn't. Sly now all of a sudden felt very sore. He let out a pained groan.

"Oh, you are awake now. That's very good." A calm female voice broke in.

"Gah? Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"

"Excuse me sir, but are you Sylvester James Andrew Cooper?" She was a white cat dressed in a doctors lap coat. Sly could see that he was on a bed with two workbenches on both side and case full of bottles and stuff.

Sly winced at his full name. He hated that.

"Yeah? So, who are you? And call me Sly."

"We are right now in the New York hospital Sly."

"What? I did get from Russia to the US in one second?"

She gave Sly a weird look before answering.

"Oh right, you only know by their old name."

Now Sly gave her a weird look.

"Old names?"

"Sly, what year is it?"

"Uh, 2001?"

She shook head. "No Sly, it's 3895."

"What?!"

"Sly, what do you remember last?" She asked with a soft, caring voice.

Sly thought for a second. He saw two pictures of heaven, one a bit lopsided he thought, but still a picture of heaven. He remembered being on the roof. Then the rockets.

"I died."

"No no no, you see your friend Bentley the Great as he was commonly called had managed to fix a cryogenic tube and set for you while the docs tried to keep you alive. The owners of building were amazed at this. He helped and led the Plant Recreation Plan."

"The what? Wait, I got hit by three rockets. How I'm I live?"

"You see, we could have popped you out and fix your arm and leg, but we could fix your organs."

"Wha?"

"The rockets took of you right leg form the top to you ankle, your left arm completely off and from here," She came over and poked the bottom of his ribcage, "To here," Nearly to his waist, realizing he was wearing a per of boxers. "We could now fix the organs now."

"Wait, you're saying I am part bionic now?"

"Yes Sylvester. In fact I have to give you this." She came to her workbench and brought something Sly hated more then his full name. Needles.

"Um, why do I need needle?"

"So your body will accept the new stomach and organs."

"Great." Sly said very weakly. She came back with only one, but a long one. Sly gulped and winced very hard.

"You are ok?"

Sly only nodded, biting back the pain.

"Good them, now upon your mouth Sly."

"Why?"

"You spent 1894 years in a tube. I must make sure your teeth are ok."

Sly, hating the future more and more, opened his mouth.

"Well, you're somewhat ok, but you need to take much better care of them. Now I need you try to get up with your right arm only."

Sly did as told. He just couldn't get up.

"Now you left arm."

This time Sly shot right up. Sly got hit by a bad headache. Sly move his left hand to his head, only discovering his hand was cold.

"That was bad thing, going up so fast."

"You told me to go up." He whined.

"Ok, tell me you fell anything," She took medicine hammer and hit his left leg. Sly kicked natural. "Good good. Now your right leg," She hit it. The same thing happened. She moved to the counter and brought a container and a spoon. "Now eat." She dug the spoon and held to Sly's face. Sly bit in and ate it. Sly's eyes widen in delight.

"This is great, what is this?" Sly asked.

"Baby food."

"What?" Sly jumped up started to walk toward her. She reached in lab coat took out a remote shape thingy. She hit three buttons on it and Sly began to fall. She swooped in and caught him. She laid him back on the table, putting the blanket back on him.

"What did you do?" Sly asked as she fed him more baby food.

"This remote controls your artificial body parts. With a push of a button, the fake parts will take their real weight. Now do you have anymore questions, Sly?"

"Yeah, can you tell me about my friends?" Sly was being bugged by this. "Do you know what happened to a Ms Fox?"

"Do you mean the infamous Carmelita Montoya Fox? Well she…" BOOM. The medical case blew up. The white cat screamed.

A pod-shape thing came in. It had a glass top. It opened up to show a young fox. He jumped forward and grabbed the shocked Sly. The fox threw Sly in his pod thingy and backed and flew away.

Whoa. A lot has happened in a short amount of time-cough-cough. Sorry for the carp of the last model of this chapter. I'm so sorry. More of this next chapter, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.