It had been five days since Protoboy had attacked Bjorn's house, and things were just about settling back to how they normally were (or, whatever it was that defined "normal" for Tommy).

Bjorn and Bjornbot were still staying at Tommy's house, which he had just forced himself to get used to. His mother had been too busy to question their cover story of Bjorn being some random Scandinavian exchange student who was staying with them, and Dwight Turnbull was so inattentive in general that he had barely noticed the additionof another child in their house for the past four days. Like Robotboy, Tommy had deemed it way safer to keep Bjornbot out of sight of his parents. Sure, a lot of people just assumed he was Bjorn's twin brother upon seeing him and didn't even tend to notice that he was clearly made of metal for some odd reason (did everyone just decide that he must have some rare skin condition?), but even so, Tommy didn't want to risk his parents or Donnie asking odd questions about it. It would probably lead them to be more suspicious of his "robot doll" if they discovered there was a genuine sentient robot living under their roof.

He was happy to be welcoming towards them, but he wasn't about to put Robotboy at risk because of them.

It had been slightly weird for Robotboy having Bjornbot live with him and his best friend, since all their previous interactions had been overall negative experiences. Although he had saved him from being turned into charred scrap metal, Robotboy was very cautious around the other machine. He was constantly alert and prepared to fight him; if either he or Bjorn tried to do anything to harm Tommy or his other friends he would be ready to stop them. When they all went to bed for the night, Robotboy would ask Tommy to make sure he was always deactivated for recharging after Bjornbot was, so he could keep an eye on him for every second he was conscious.

When the weekdays came around, Tommy, Lola and Gus had to go to school as usual. Robotboy always hated when Tommy left him alone and went to school, but even more so now. He was overly cautious about Protoboy, knowing that he was on the loose once more. As if he didn't have to worry about Kamikazi's almost daily attacks that put his friends at risk; now he had to worry about his trigger happy brother rocking up and hurting his closest friends while he wasn't there to protect him.

However, he did have to stay at home.

Through some kind of weird luck (or most likely, money), Bjorn had enrolled himself at Tommy's school again. Tommy didn't care that he "knew everything already, I'm a child genius y'know-", there was no way he was leaving him alone in his house with Robotboy all day. Besides, on the other side of things, Tommy's suspicion towards that boy was slowly calming down and being replaced with pity. He thought that it would be good for Bjorn to go to school with them and do things that normal kids did. It would take his mind off worrying about Protoboy and it might even help him to grow as a person. Tommy figured that kicking villains into next week was effective in getting rid of them and all, but now that he had the chance to maybe even help one of them change on the inside, even just a bit, he thought that he'd at least give it a try.

Besides, he'd found out that one of the Bjorns had searched "How To Make Friends WikiHow" on his computer and it was the saddest thing he'd ever seen. It could have been either one of them honestly, since Bjorn had the social skills of a robot anyway, but either way he just felt so bad. Every time Tommy remembered that they were the same age, he only felt sorry for him when he thought about Bjorn being so twisted so young.

Oh, well. He'd been friends with Gus for years. He had a very high tolerance for difficult people.

Since it was a Friday, Robotboy had to say goodbye for Tommy yet again for the day. He hated it whenever Tommy had to go to school!

As Tommy and his robot friend hugged goodbye, the human boy smiled and gave him a light pat on the head.

"I know you get bored here, Ro. Sorry you gotta stay here." He told him sadly. "But you have got a really important- HEY! Don't you smash that, I'm warning you-!"

Robotboy looked over at Bjornbot who slowly lowered the hammer that he was about to smash one of Tommy's snow globes with. He sighed and looked back at Tommy blankly.

"Robotboy no like being babysitter."

Tommy chuckled a bit. "I know, I'm sorry. But they can't go home yet, Bjorn's still scared."

"I heard that! I'm not scared!"

They both ignored the offended voice that came from the hallway and hugged once more.

"I'll be back at 3:30 like always!" He smiled, heading for the door. "You guys can play with any of my games and stuff, just don't save over any of the save files!"

Robotboy nodded and smiled.

"Okey Dokey, Tommy."

Satisfied that his friend would be alright for the day, he left the room and made his way downstairs to where Bjorn was waiting to leave. Robotboy listened to the front door close and their voices getting further away from the house. Once he were satisfied they were safely out the house (you never know! Tommy could get hit by a truck on the way to school or something!) he skipped across the room and went to play on Tommy's PSP.

Banned from doing anything destructive with the hammer, Bjornbot was just lying in the middle of the floor looking very sulky and hitting his hand with it. A few feet away from him, Robotboy sat against Tommy's bed and concentrated on the game that was starting up. He was careful not to save over his game file (like Gus did constantly without even caring). He found it amazing that humans had invented video games! Humans had also made him, but video games were so cool and exciting! You could go to a whole new range of worlds and become someone completely new. He could even be a human boy in some of Tommy's video games, which were the ones he got the most enjoyment out of.

Although being left alone in Tommy's room was boring, he did find it really fun to immerse himself in different worlds through Tommy's video games and pretend he was a human boy. Even if it wasn't possible in real life, imagination could sometimes be just as fun! Usually he had no distractions either so he could become completely absorbed and the hours would pass quickly and before he knew it, Tommy would be home again!

However, being built with supersonic hearing had its disadvantages, since he now couldn't filter out the incessant hammer banging that was going on a few feet away from him.

He really didn't wanna have to talk to him. He really didn't wanna have to talk to him.

He'd gone about four days barely saying a word to Bjornbot, aside from the occasional "Put that down" or "Don't touch that". He didn't know whether it was because deep within his motherboard he still mistrusted him saw him as a danger to Tommy and himself, or that he simply didn't know what to say. Even if he ignored the fact that he'd never even heard Bjornbot speak more than one word at a time before, what would they even talk about?

Oh, hey, remember that time you tried to kill me? Remember that time I set you on fire? Good times.

The smaller robot glanced over briefly and observed him for a bit. Why was he smashing his hand with a hammer? Was it some kind of protest? Did this pass as entertainment for him? Was he just throwing a tantrum because he'd been told he couldn't use the hammer for smashing up Tommy's furniture? Robotboy sighed; he was genuinely babysitting right now. He paused the game and thought to himself; if he had been appointed Bjornbot's guardian, he might as well do the job properly. Tommy wouldn't be happy if he ended with holes in his floor after all.

Robotboy beeped sharply to get his attention and Bjornbot's head jerked up.

The smaller robot held out his hand, a firm expression on his face.

"Give hammer." He instructed.

Bjornbot frowned and sat up, clutching the hammer to his chest. "Nej."

"Robotboy say; give hammer." He thrust his arm closer to the other's chest. Back when Robotboy was a younger and more rebellious robot, Tommy used to have to be this firm with him all the time. He would get annoyed with being told what to do as it often meant he had to stop whatever fun thing he was doing at the time, but he would later come to realize that Tommy had been firm with him for his own good. He knew a lot more about the human world and the bad things that could happen, having obviously existing for longer than him. Since Bjornbot seemed to be, in mentality, a younger robot, he decided to act from his own experiences.

The other machine was still defiantly gripping the hammer close to him.

"Tommy say, no destroy." Robotboy told him. "Bjornbot creator and Tommy friends now! You noticed? You upset Tommy, upset Bjorn too."

Bjornbot pulled an almost worried expression and stared down at the fun smashing object he was holding. Ever since his creation, his prime directive had been to destroy this robot. Why did he have to listen to him now? Although, he did make a good point. He also remembered some throwaway command Bjorn had given him about trying not to smash up Tommy's house. And Tommy and Robotboy did save them.

"Want that? Want upset Bjorn?" Robotboy prompted him.

Bjornbot frowned in irritation and shook his head. "Nej."

Robotboy smiled brightly as the other finally handed him the hammer. Being firm had worked! The little robot was very proud of himself. Maybe being a babysitter wasn't too hard after all!

He returned to his game as Bjornbot slumped to the floor again. All he had to do was keep him out of trouble for a few hours; it wouldn't be that difficult. He advanced through several levels before he noticed that Bjornbot had gotten up and was pacing. He frowned in confusion as he watched him circle the same spot a few times then go back up and down the room again. Each time he came back he looked really bewildered, like he was expecting to keep on walking right through the door and end up somewhere different but he was still in the same room, no matter how many times he paced.

"Hello?" Robotboy called out to him. "What doing?"

Bjornbot paused and beeped. Robotboy had noticed that Bjornbot's beeps tended to only have one singular tone, like Morse code, whilst his own beeps were a lot more varied and expressive of his emotions. It was way harder to tell what Bjornbot was feeling because of that, or if he was even feeling anything at all?

Robotboy watched the humanoid robot cock his head towards the window, then look back at him. "Ja?"

Robotboy gave him a puzzled look. "Sorry. Robotboy no understand. Sit, please! What wrong?" He patted the spot next to him, gesturing with a kind smile that he should come and sit down there. He hoped Bjornbot wasn't glitching out or something. Maybe Tommy had missed something while fixing him?

When the other robot obliged and sat down next to him with his knees pulled to his chest, Robotboy asked him what was wrong again.

He frowned and looked like he was concentrating really hard on something and muttered "Nej" a few times. He clenched his metal fists and pulled his knees closer to his chest like a child who'd just been sent to the time-out corner and was now sulking.

"No? No what?" Robotboy questioned him again, nudging him lightly. "You no have other words?"

He didn't mean to be insensitive, but he was worried about how they would ever manage to have a proper conversation when Bjornbot seemed to have such a minimal grasp on human language.

Bjornbot's head jerked to the window again as he heard a bird chirp. He stared at the sky for a few more seconds before fixing his optical sensors onto Tommy's carpet again.

"Jag- " He clenched his fists and beeped angrily. "Jag. Jag ha-?"

When his voice glitched and failed to make whatever noises he was attempting, he gave up and just punched the ground.

Robotboy gasped as he noticed the minor, yet still noticeable dent that he'd left in Tommy's carpet. He hoped that he hasn't damaged the flooring underneath too much!

"No! Stop!" He held his hands out frantically as Bjornbot raised his fist towards the ground again. "Must not smash!"

Oddly, the other battle robot dropped his arm almost immediately. He still looked frustrated but at least he wasn't smashing holes in the ground anymore.

Robotboy sighed as he continued to make calming air motions with his hands. He knew that Bjornbot must have a sound bank, since he could (kind of) talk and make excited yelling sounds once in a while, but he guessed that Bjorn just hadn't programmed any way of verbalizing anything other than the bare minimum needed to communicate. Maybe since his only purpose upon creation was to fight and destroy him, Bjorn didn't bother teaching him things he deemed unnecessary like sentence structure and how to communicate feelings.

He wished Lola was here. She was always so good at weird emotion situations like this. Where was Team Mom when you needed her? Professor Moshimo would be even better, since he was the ultimate expert on robots, but even Robotboy realized that taking Bjornbot to see Moshimo would probably freak the Professor out a bit.

Suddenly, the smaller robot had an idea.

"Okay! Wait sec!" He hovered up to the top shelf of Tommy's draw and pulled out a few sheets of paper and a marker pen. Gently heading back down, he slid them over to the silver-haired robot. "You know words, right? Just can't make many out loud."

Bjornbot thought and after deciding that was an adequate description of him, nodded.

"Okay, so use pen! Write down what think. Even draw if better!"

Bjornbot stared down at the blank sheet before settling down on his stomach to start writing. Why was Robotboy being so nice to him? He'd have thought he would have a massive grudge against him after everything he and Bjorn had put him through; why was he helping him like this?

Extremely confusing.

He held the pen uncertainly and scribbled on the page to test it out. He'd been given no clear instructions for this weird writing task so wasn't sure if he was doing it right. He looked up at the smaller Robot who was wearing a slightly amused smile.

"It ok, use any language. Robotboy translate! Have good language scanner." He had gone back to playing his game to pass the time.

As a few minutes passed and Robotboy managed to advance to the next level, he felt Bjornbot nudge him with his head from on the floor and pass him the sheet of paper.

"Oh, okay!" He paused the game and put the PSP down. He felt like he was hosting a mini art show, like one he saw on TV once! Tommy's mom liked to watch those shows on TV a lot.

Bjornbot's penmanship wasn't the best but Robotboy had actually seen Gus' handwriting (from back before Tommy banned Gus from making Robotboy do his homework for him) and after that experience he could read anyone's handwriting.

Bjornbot had drawn (what Robotboy assumed to be) Tommy's house, a box with a triangle on it, and inside the house he'd written, "DISLIKE IN HERE. TRAPPED&CANT RUN& BROTHER LEAVES. "

Robotboy finished reading what was on the paper and his blue ears drooped sadly.

"Robotboy understand."

He remembered this feeling! Pity. He felt bad for him, feeling this way probably ever since he'd gotten to Tommy's house but not ever being able to tell anyone. That's why he acted so weird whenever Tommy and Bjorn went to school. He smashed and broke things more frequently because the new environment and the fact they couldn't leave the room stressed him out.

"When have too much energy, Bjorn let you out?" Robotboy asked. "That why you keep looking at window?"

The other robot nodded quickly. "Ja!"

"Robotboy understand. But, sorry, can't leave. Tommy say." He said sadly.

Bjornbot slammed his head onto the ground with such force the entire room shook. "Jag hatar!"

"Robotboy hate inside too." The smaller robot agreed, sinking down further against the bed. "So boring."

They sat in silence for a bit, staring out the window. Normally Tommy wouldn't care if he adventured outside occasionally when he wasn't there; he never forced him to stay cooped up on his own for the entire day. Tommy trusted him! But Robotboy also knew that he couldn't promise him that Bjornbot wouldn't do something ridiculous that'd get them both in trouble if they went outside. And he couldn't leave him alone in Tommy's room either as the same logic applied.

"Oh! Have idea!" Robotboy suddenly perked up. Bjornbot looked up curiously from his position on the floor. "Tommy family not here, could give tour of downstairs? Could show TV!"

The silver haired robot hopped up immediately and nodded. "Ja!"

There was a TV back at Bjorn's house as well! They watched it sometimes, but mainly Bjornbot watched it when Mama Bjornson had the remote because she always found the most bizarre channels and documentaries like 'Top 10 Most Dangerous Places to Be A Reindeer Herder' and other things that contained exciting footage of people getting injured, which he found really entertaining.

Glad that his suggestion had ignited excitement all round, Robotboy smiled widely and shot up to head for the door. Tommy technically hadn't told him not to leave the room and go downstairs. He was just specific about them not leaving the house. The little robot realized that he was genuinely quite excited to show Bjornbot the house he lived in and show him various interesting things like the toaster and the bouncy couch cushions downstairs.

"Robotboy sorry not talk to you 'til now."

Bjornbot looked up at him and blinked, before writing something on the piece of paper that he'd kept and handing it to the other robot, who was still hovering above the ground in excitement.

"ITS OK I THOUGHT ID ALWAYS B ROBOTBOY'S ENEMY. SO. SORRY I DID ALL THE BAD THINGS TO YOU. THANK YOU FOR SAVING BROTHER AND MAMA"

Robotboy scanned the message and beeped happily.

"It no worries." He smiled. "Oh! Is nearly 11! Can show Human Fist! You will love; much violence."