Escape from Tenryou Manor

"Metabee!"

Metabee opened his eyes, falling over to his left. His system was more attuned now, finally finding its place back skeleton, armor, and medal. They were all finally agreeing with each other, enough that it didn't feel like he'd been crushed by a falling building. Enough, that he was able to prop himself up after falling over.

Looking up, he found Jessie standing in front of him, dressing in a new shirt and pants and a backpack slung over her shoulder. School. Right. She'd be going to school now, wouldn't she?

"Glad to see you awake!" she cheered. "I tried restarting you earlier but you seemed like you were in a pretty deep recharge there."

"Felt like first good sleep I've had in a while," he shrugged, moving one leg in so as to stand. His joints were sore but less than yesterday. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I'm heading out now," Jessie motioned toward the stairs. "I was…I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Hey," Metabee perked, catching Jessie before she headed upstairs. She turned around to look at him. "You got a Medawatch?"

Jessie merely stared at him, trying to figure out the words that were spoken. Once they finally clicked in her head, she groaned, sitting on the edge of the steps. Metabee slowly got up, feeling the rest of his body realigning.

"I totally forgot about the Medawatch!" gasped Jessie, placing her head in the palms of her hands.

"Well, where'd you find myMedaparts?"

Jessie perked, looking up at him. He looked better than he did yesterday, if that even made any sense. The thicker level of dust had shifted off of him, leaving only a surface level of grey on him. He needed a good cleaning, that's for certain. She smiled, nodding at him. Focus. Getting to her feet, she moved passed him to get to the once full box by her fort. Metabee stepped up beside her, peering into the box.

"I fit in here?" he mumbled.

"There it is!" Jessie cheered, digging into the box to pull out a white Medawatch.

"Good, now the fun begins!"

"Huh?"

Metabee waved a finger. "Now, you can help me get out of this basement!"

"Right!" Jessie grinned, slapping the watch onto her wrist. "A Medawatch can be used to transport Medaparts!"

"You know your stuff, kid," winked Metabee. "Let's get this party started!"

Metabee spun around, allowing Jessie to open his back compartment. He flinched as she moved the clip aside so as to eject the medal. He could remember the last time it ejected, so many years ago. As the medal left its pocket, Metabee's green eyes faded, and his body went limp. Jessie held the medal between her fingers. It was weird, now knowing who this medal represented. Having a voice, an identity, that went with the small piece of metal. She sighed, slipping it into the Medawatch.

"Metabee?" she whispered.

"Let's blow this place!"

Jessie grinned, nodding toward the watch. Racing up the stairs, Jessie was sure to check both ways before leaving the safety of the staircase. No one on either side, she slipped from the basement and entered the kitchen. According to the condition the kitchen was in, her mother had already left for work. Her father, however, was still in the kitchen, cleaning up after the mess his wife had caused.

"Morning, Jessie," he hummed, glancing over his shoulder. "Thought I heard you come from the basement? Leave something down there?"

"Y-y-yeah, dad," she stuttered, hiding her Medawatch wrist behind her back. "I don't wanna be late for school."

"You eat?"

"No."

Her father gave her a look that only could be used by parents. The look that was reserved for moment when their children did something they shouldn't or didn't do something they should've. Jessie groaned, snagging an apple off the pile in the bowl and took a bite from it. Her father smiled, returning to the dishes. Jessie rolled her eyes, heading toward the door.

"Oh, Jessie!"

Jessie froze right in front of the door. Her hand was even on the knob. She turned around, seeing her father drying his hands on a towel. He was eyeing the ground, obviously deep in thought.

"Look, Jessie, I know you want a Medabot and all…" he sighed. "I really wish we could get you one, I really do. I mean, I was just like you when I was your age. All I could think about was Medabots! When I got one, I thought my dreams came true!"

Jessie glanced down at the Medawatch.

"But a Medabot is not just some toy. It's more than just a pet. It's a friend. Someone you're in charge of taking care of. There's a lot work that goes into taking care of a Medabot," her father instructed, waving a finger at her. "And sometimes, things happen, and your…friend doesn't always come out the winner. You gotta be ready to give up things."

"Dad," Jessie mumbled, lifting her eyes to meet his. She opened her mouth to speak, stopped and looked away. "I'm gonna be late for school."

"Well, don't let me keep you," he exhaled, returning to the kitchen.

"Bye, dad," Jessie called after, exiting the house.

Nick and Electro sat on the steps. Upon hearing the door open and close, the two looked up at Jessie. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly before looking down at them. Nick smiled.

"So?" he grinned.

Jessie raised her arm, showing off the Medawatch. Nick jumped to his feet. Electro mimicked him.

"Show me!"

"Later," Jessie argued, moving down the stairs. "Don't want my dad seeing."

"Why?"

"You'll get it later," she mumbled, marching passed him. "Let's stop at the park before school, 'kay?"

Nick looked at Electro. The minibot simply shrugged. Nick returned in kind. The two then spun on their heels and began following Jessie to the park.

Metabee is back with a new Medafighter, but will reviving this old hero revive some old villains too? Find out next time on Medabots!