A/N - So here it be... Thank you to everyone who has reviewed stuff, it's greatly appreciated :) Yeah, so I think this makes sense, in my head at least, but you never know with what I write, it all tends to be a bit confusing, and that's not good coming from the person who wrote it... Ah well, now your confidence in me is at an all time low, feel free to read away (or run away, your choice)... Thanks :)

Disclaimer - It's not mine, well this is, but all the characters aren't, they are the work of the amazing Team StarKid.

Taz, Up, Bug and February walked together towards the sounds of music from the large hall. February was chatting away and Bug made appreciative noises when appropriate, although he wasn't really paying attention. Taz and Up were both quiet, walking close together.

"Woah." Taz walked into Bug as he stopped dead in his tracks in the hallway. "Oh sorry," Bug added apologetically. "it's just so…"

"I know," Taz was looking around, also intrigued. The room was huge and lavishly decorated. Long drapes hung from the walls and waiters moved around almost mechanically, offering canapés to the guests, who all seemed smart and elegant, in tuxedos and long ball gowns.

"Come on, look, there's Krayonder and Specs," Up pointed, his other hand on Taz' back. She was wobbling precariously; heels clearly weren't her thing. Just as they had almost made it across the room, Taz stumbled and would have fallen flat on her face had Up not grabbed her flailing arm just in time. Flushing a furious beetroot red, Taz stalked upright, looking around anxiously to see if anyone had seen. She relaxed, content that no one had seen, when she suddenly spotted Krayonder walking towards her from her right, spluttering with laughter.

"Well Taz," Krayonder said, his breathing laboured from all the laughing. "That was… elegant? OW!" Taz had walked forwards, stamped on his foot, swivelling her heel as she did so and walking back to the safety of Up. February and Bug seemed shocked, which Specs just wore an expression which clearly said 'I told you so.' Taz was glaring at Krayonder in a way that if looks could kill, he would have been blown back to Bug World. Up looked down at Taz sternly, and spoke.

"Now, that wasn't really appropriate, was it?" Up played the strict Commander well when he wanted to, and only Taz could see the twinkle in his eye.

As the group turned, and started to walk slowly around the dance floor to the table they had been allocated for dinner, Taz whispered in Up's ear.

"He deserved it though."

"And it was quite amusing," Up whispered back, chuckling slightly under his breath. "But then again, not entirely ladylike."

"Pfft." Taz made a disparaging sound. "I am not ladylike, idiota, and don't plan on it anytime soon." As she spoke she twisted her ankle again and made an exasperated gesture at her inability to stand on the heels, proving her point. Up offered his arm to her and she took it gratefully.

"Now you really look the perfect picture of elegance," Up said grinning, before suddenly exclaiming. "OW!" Taz had given him the same treatment as Krayonder. "You know," Up said as he reached down, rubbing his foot, "I actually felt sorry for Krayonder there." Taz raised an eyebrow.

"Well, nearly," Up smiled and as they reached the table pulled out a chair for Taz to sit on. "Ladies first," he said with a jovial wink, as Taz turned, her eyes narrowed, with just a hint of a smile on her lips.

As dinner began, and the courses came and went, February kept nudging Bug and nodding towards Taz and Up. They were deep in conversation, the topics ranging from what training they would do tomorrow to The Karate Kid, the good one, with Jackie Chan.

They were both leaning towards each other slightly, clearly interested in what the other was saying, their discussion animated, their hands gesturing as they spoke. Bug noticed the intimacy they seemed to have, so comfortable with the other and yet to him it was clear they both wanted so much more. Every time the other looked away, they looked lost and Bug could see how they both stared at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. They were so clearly perfect for each other, well clear to everyone except them, even though they weren't together, there was never one without the other, they were always Taz and Up, Up and Taz.

As the evening went on, and Taz consumed more and more alcohol, everyone could see she became much more touchy-feely. After the meal, the others had started to dance, and Taz and Up had joined in, Up somewhat reluctantly.

"You know," Taz slurred, hanging off Up's arm, "I think I might have had a bit too much to drink."

"Really?" Up smiled as she poked his cheek repeatedly. "Never would have occurred to me."

"Tha's 'cause I'm good at hiding it," she replied and leant towards him, as though she were telling him a secret. "Jus' like I hide how I like you!" She poked him in the chest but then gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Wasn't supposed to say that…" She giggled while Up stood there, a smile plastered on his face but inside he was reeling.

Taz? Liked him? He was just, just her best friend! True, he liked her like that, but she didn't like him. She couldn't.

He thought back to all those times he had caught her staring, the times she blushed a deep scarlet when he took his shirt off, when she laughed when nothing was funny. She did like him. He just hadn't been able to see it. He slung an arm around her shoulder protectively, there wasn't a great deal he could do now, she was hammered.

Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, and the room went pitch black. Up stiffened, and grabbed Taz, pulling her close to him. As the lights flickered, he saw a mass of people collecting in the dance floor. The lights suddenly returned to full power and he blinked rapidly, they weren't people, they were robots.

"Look, the waiters are gonna do a dance," Taz sang but then she faltered, realising they weren't waiters, they never had been, they had been robots, waiting for their chance to strike.

The G.L.E.E. had never needed to worry since the end of the Robot Wars, but now, here they were, the leaders all held captive, at the mercy of a group of robots.

A/N - Mwahahaa, cliffhanger...