AN: Okay, chapter 2 is up! Huzzah! Yeah, it starts off a little depressing, but bare with me it will get lighter later. Anyway, please review. Do you like it? Do you dislike it? Should I have done something different? Let me know your opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own mega man or mega man x. It all belongs to capcom!

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"I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Royale." Dr. Light began as he entered the hospital room.

All dressed to leave with her thick black hair thrown in a loose ponytail over her shoulder, Nemi sat in a chair next to the window. It was hard to believe it had been one year since she had last opened her eyes, after all, it had only seemed like a single nights sleep.

But all her thoughts were interrupted, when the famous Dr. Light entered her room. She knew him fairly well, after all, he and Al had worked together….or rather Al was employed by him. He was a kind and gentle man, and Nemi felt better now that she had seen a familiar face.

"It's no bother," She smiled, turning her gaze from the city streets to her new company. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I'm glad to see you well, Miss Royale….but there is something I do need to ask of you." Dr. Light said, sitting down in a chair on the opposite wall.

"What is it?" Nemi asked, rather confused and a little agitated. She had been answering questions all week. It was bad enough that Al was….Al……

"I know things have been hard, and things have been a little crazy. But this really cannot wait."

"Yes?" Nemi wanted to get the investigation over with. She had all her answers planned out: No, she did not know who the killer was, and no, she wouldn't know who would kidnap her fiancé in his critical condition or where he might be if he were still alive.

"You see, Al kept a sort of…well…a journal." He started, using his hand to measure out the exact dimensions of it, "It was about this thick and I believe a lot of it is about his research."

"Research?" Nemi asked, "Al never really talked about his research. All I know is that he wanted to somehow use robots to help improve human life."

"Yes…but in a more personal way…."

"What do you mean?"

"You see, Al was working on…medical robotics. What I mean to say is, robotic hearts, lungs, arms, legs…..robotics that wouldn't have to be replaced, that would fit in seamlessly with human DNA."

"That's impossible." Nemi laughed, "If he was working on that, then his body wouldn't have been so weak."

"That's what I thought too, but…."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Nemi interrupted, "But I wouldn't know where that journal is. I've never even seen it."

"Ah…." Dr. Light sighed, "I see." Nemi watched as he rose from his seat, "But if you find anything….let me know. I really wouldn't want that journal in the wrong hands."

"I will." Nemi said, though doubting the existence of such a bizarre thing.

Nemi watched him leave, then turned back to her window. It was like walking in a dream. She was to be married on Sunday…..but it only felt like Monday. In reality it was Wednesday of the following year. Was Al really gone?

Al….

"You should get some sleep." She remembered him always telling her when she would stay the entire night watching over him.

"I can't." She would tell him, replacing the cool cloth over his forehead, "Not until your fever is down."

Something it would never go down, sometimes he could stop breathing. Regardless…she never left his side……

About a half an hour passed by until she heard another knock on the door. She turned, thinking it would be just another reporter, or perhaps a doctor. Needless to say the door opened just enough for an elderly man to slip through.

She knew this man….though he had changed so much. Looking closer, it was obvious who it was.

"Dr. Wily!?" She gasped.

"Hello, Nemi." He smiled. It was true that she had been expecting him but he seemed so…so different. He was always eccentric, almost as if he were hyped up on caffeine and working on some new experiment….but now he seemed calm….almost tired. "Are you ready to go?"

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"I apologize for causing you trouble." Nemi said, sitting in the passenger seat of Dr. Wily's black Mercedes. Nemi had almost completely forgotten about the Wily family's wealth. It was inherited and Wily's wife had also came from a well-to-do family, but Dr. Wily seemed to always spend it on robotics and computers…..it seemed that he was trying to live a normal life now.

"It's no trouble at all." Wily answered, "I only apologize that you'll have that enormous house to yourself and the hired help."

"You don't live there anymore?"

"I do." Wily answered, "I just spend my time in the lower levels…in my lab."

Nemi smiled, glad that he hadn't changed too much. "Does this mean I can have my job back?" she asked.

Wily chuckled, "My dear, there are already plenty of maids in the house."

"But none can clean like I can." Nemi answered, matter-of-factly. Grimly she noted that she had to be extra clean around Albert. He had a poor immune system and it seemed like he could catch any little bug in the air.

"I know…..but then who would live in it until my other son arrives?" He asked.

Wait, wait, wait! Hold it! Nemi looked at Dr. Wily with the most confused expression she could twist her face into.

"O…Oth…Other son?" Nemi asked.

"Yes….I invited him to stay in it…." He answered, "…Oh that's right. You've never met him."

"Al….Al never mentioned-"

"There was no reason to mention him….he and Al….can't exist at the same time." Dr. Wily explained.

"You mean they didn't get along?" Nemi asked.

"What? Oh…oh yes, that's what I mean. They couldn't get a long." Dr. Wily agreed.

Nemi noticed that they were pulling up to the old house. It was a beautiful gated house with two stories, a court yard, a garden, and of course two underground levels. With a sigh of relief, she felt like she was home.

Upon entering the two large wooden doors she marveled at the double staircase in the foyer leading up to the second floor. Straight ahead was another set of double doors which led to the dining room. The left door was a little doorway that led down a long hall. This would take you to the laboratories, and the right door was a living room.

She spent a good part of her life here, being employed by the Wily Family when she was fifteen….this is, of course, how she met Al. Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed Dr. Wily heading to the left door.

"You're leaving already?" She asked.

"I had them already prepare a room for you. It's the third bedroom on the right."

"That one?!" she gasped, remembering that one to be the master bedroom…..it was a hell of a lot to clean.

"I don't use it, and I think Maria would have liked you to have it. She always talked about giving you and Al this house anyway." With that final note he disappeared behind the small wooden door.

Nemi turned her attention back up to the stairs, not sure if she really wanted to be here anymore. She would have preferred her old room back, but she supposed she should be grateful. She never spent many nights in her own bedroom anyway. She was too busy watching over Al, when he was ill.

"Should I show you to your room?"

"AH!" Nemi jumped, turning around to see the most adorable person she had ever seen in her life.

She was taller than Nemi was, with long brown hair held in a tight bun, and the biggest blue eyes she had ever seen. She couldn't have been much older than Nemi was. She wore a very modest black dress reaching down her ankles with a white apron across her waste. Nemi thought she almost looked Amish.

"Uh….no thank you?" Nemi said, "Um, I'm Nemi Royale by the way."

"And my name is Genevieve!" She smiled, "But you can just call me Genie."

"Nice to meet you." Nemi said, her eyes rolling to Genie's feet to see Nemi's own bags.

"I took the liberty of collecting them, do you need any help?"

"Uh…..um…."

While Nemi was busy with the eager-to-please Genevieve, Wily was heading down the elevator. He felt a little guilty, this experiment he was about to perform could be considered a little unethical, but he needed to test what Zero was really capable of.

He passed the hall and went down the second elevator. Soon he was in his familiar lab where he felt safe and secure….especially now that he had a new killing machine in the capsule in the center of the room. Wily crossed the room to sit at his massive computer. By merely pressing a few buttons, the capsule opened, and Zero began to stir.

Opening his eyes, Zero sat up, not being able to leave the capsule completely do to the wires. He didn't make eye contact with his creator, instead he continued to look at his own feet….not that there was anything particularly interesting about them, he was just afraid that Wily was still upset. He made a mental note, not to piss him off anymore.

"Zero," Wily began, "look at me."

Zero obediently turned his head, wondering what his master wanted from him now. He couldn't have done anything else wrong as he had been asleep.

"Above us is a mansion. It has belonged in my family for several generations. When my wife was alive we had a son, but he was very ill. Last year he was about to get married to one of our former employees, but as fate would have it they were attacked. My son is presumed dead, and she herself just woke up from a year long coma."

"What does this have to do with me?" Zero asked.

"Zero, I built you with every capability of a human and more." He began, "She's expecting my other son to show up any day now, or at least that's what I told her. It wasn't technically a lie." he began to chuckle, "I created you, therefore in a sense, you are indeed my son."

"…."

"Anyway, she needs comfort and a companion." Wily began.

"You want me to give that to her?" Zero asked, not exactly happy about the task. "Why?"

"Humans need it after suffering a loss as great as hers."

"He was your son….who gave you comfort?" Zero asked, honestly curios.

"My lab…."

That answer made absolutely not sense to the blonde robot, as he didn't think a lab was an actual person. He would have to ask him about this later as now didn't seem to be the right time.

"Now, Zero." Wily began again, "She must never know you're a robot-"

"What?" He interrupted.

"Let me finish." Wily warned, Zero immediately turned his gaze to his feet again. He took another note not to interupt Wily again.

"Sorry." Zero apologized.

"Don't let her know that you're a robot," Wily warned, "Until you can trust her with that information."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Wily assured him.

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After finally getting rid of Genie, Nemi plopped herself on the massive king sized bed. Throughout the week she hadn't been given a chance to rest or to stop and collect her thoughts. Everything was a blur.

She woke up, they told her she had been in a coma for one year and that her fiancé was dead….Gee, good morning to you too! Why did she have to wake up. She could have lived her life in a dream, and she would never have to know that Al was dead…..

Immediately, tears began to run down her face.

"Why couldn't I have died. I was shot and fell from three stories! Why the hell am I alive?" Nemi cried, burying her face in the pillows. "And now I'm alone….all alone in the big house with no one but a caffeinated maid to keep me company!"

Not that she didn't appreciate Dr. Wily for all that he's done for her, but…..this house was a bit big. Ever corner reminded her of the past. Everything!

She curled up on top of the sheets and cried…cried for all the days she wasn't allowed to cry, and cried for all the time that she wouldn't be allowed to cry. She cried until she cried herself asleep.