Cp4. A/N: Some announcement: sorry I got this up kinda late (well late for me). School+ Monty Python Live at The Hollywood Bowl= little time to write. Second, I GOT A REVIEW!!!! You can't imagine the joy I feel in my heart right now. So I want to say thanks specifically to Adregalus for being my first (and hopefully not my last) reviewer. To the rest of my very fine readers I encourage you to follow this example. Well that's it.

I do not own any characters except for the ones I made. The rest belong…and so on and so forth. And now for something completely different (bonus points if you know where that's from).

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"Oh now this will not do, not do at all. Now Claudius, I specifically asked you to be gentle with the subject, didn't I." The doctor said, stressing the last part.

"Yes doctor. Sorry doctor." The kidnaper/Claudius replied in a bored monotone voice as if he had said that statement many times. The doctor then proceeded to walk over to Rev and pick him up (he even took extra care with his long neck). He then moved over to a cot and placed Rev gently there.

"There now. How's that?" he asked with actual compassion. Or if he is faking it, he is very talented. Ether way, I think I like this guy more than tall, dark, and angry over there.

He was a stark contrast to his henchman. He was short and pudgy. Not quite fat, but certainly not 'in shape'. He had a kind face with hazel eyes and gray/white hair that was combed back nicely. As opposed to Claudius' red wavy hair/short beard combo and cold, piercing black eyes (maybe dark brown would be more accurate). They were also at different ages. Claudius probably wasn't over thirty were as the doctor had to be over fifty.

"Well judging by your silence I can guess that your still paralyzed." He stopped to look over at Claudius. "You increased the voltage of the electro cordial device, didn't you?" (Cordial was intentional).

"I thought I might need more time to get him here, doctor." Claudius replied once again in the same dull voice but added a small shrug.

"Oh I'm sure that's what it was, yes." He turned to face Rev and mumbled, more to himself that to Rev "A few more volts and you'd be dead. Must have been painful." He said this with a mix of sadness and worry. "Well no matter it should be wearing off soon enough. Do you fell anything yet?"

Rev was actually able to node his head slightly.

"Good. Now, what to do hmm…Oh, I should introduce ourselves."

"I really don't think that's a good idea…"

"Now hush. We've discussed this. As long as Mr. Runner is our gust…"

"Subject." Claudius cut in.

"Yes, as long as he is our subject he deserves to know who we are." He finished by crossing his arms over his chest as if to say 'that's final'. "Now, I am Dr. Randal Thaddeus Watruba the III, and this (indicates to Claudius) is Claudius Tiberius Nero. He is my lab assistant."

"You know I prefer just Nero." He stated rather angrily.

"Oh yes, yes, Nero. Out of all the names you have I thought you would want to go by the one that wasn't an homage to an insane murderer."

"Well I don't." He stated 'matter-of-factly'. Why doesn't that surprise me. Rev thought. He mentally cringed (he still didn't have enough control to do much else). Then he realized that the comment was just in his head.

"Hello…doctor" Rev managed weakly. The doctor's face lit up.

"Please, call me Randal." He then reached out and shook Rev's arm. He than saw Rev wince and looked at his arm. It had a few bruises and a long cut running from his shoulder to the middle of his fore-arm. He looked over Rev's body more carefully and saw that this was the case on much of his body. He sighed heavily then looked at Nero.

"You call this being gentle?" Randal hissed. Nero simply shrugged. "Go get the first aid kit please." He said exasperated. Nero walked off to fetch the item that was requested and returned quickly. "Good. Now go…prepare the…project." Randal said with barely hidden spite.

"Yes doctor." Nero said with some spite and some boredom and walked off.

Randal took a deep breath. "Honestly. Sometimes that man rely gets on my nerves. I HATE it when he disobeys my orders. Especially when it comes to the handling of subjects." He said this and then began to disinfect Rev's cuts and wrap the larger ones. Rev winced once or twice, but eventually got over it. At least I know the feeling is coming back. Randal worked quickly and diligently, which led Rev to believe he was a clinical doctor and not a professor of science of something, like Tech. The Thought of Tech suddenly brought up bad thoughts and even worse feelings. So he pushed them down and focused on the present.

"Thank you…for helping…me" Rev rasped out slowly. His chest still hurt and his throat was dry.

"Think nothing of it." Randal said gently. "I'm a doctor first and a scientist second, after all."

"Your…a sci…entist and a…doctor?"

"Well...I have training in both fields so...yes. You sound thirsty. I'll go get you something to drink." And with that he rushed off (having finished the bandaging). He seemed a little uncomfortable about his jobs. I wonder why that is? I should ask him…later.

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Well that's chap 4. Good? Bad? Tell, Tell, and TELL me okay.