A/N: Bonus scene of Proto Man and Elec Man escaping the Warship hunter at the end of Mega Man Recut's Terror of the Seven Seas episode (Something I posted on tumblr for fun, even though it doesn't really add much to the story and I think the character progression/pacing works better without it but if you've read all of Mega Man Recut Season 2 and want something sweet like this, here you go!)

Hold on a Little Longer

Proto Man and Elec Man walked slowly out of the central control tower, Elec Man leaning heavily on Proto Man's shoulder for support.

As alarms blared all around them, Proto Man felt a rush of energy, though his plasma reserves were depleted. He couldn't help but feel renewed as they snuck around the Warship Hunter moments before it exploded. He had no doubt they would get away, and doing so in just the nick of time made it more thrilling.

But as they made their way through the Warship Hunter's labyrinth of battleships, their progress down the steel plated corridors was slow, and Proto Man noticed Elec Man was trembling.

"Hey, uh…are you in pain?"

"No."

"Good."

"…My pain receptors are fried."

"…Oh. Not so good."

Elec Man needed rest, but they couldn't afford to stop moving. The attack-bots had vanished and the entire fortress was in chaos as the the imprisoned ship crews reclaimed their ships. If Proto Man and Elec Man were spotted, their position could be reported to R.I.P., and they would be arrested. Elec Man was doing his best to keep up with Proto Man, but with each step his weight sunk into Proto Man a little more. Proto Man could sense his frustration building.

The Warship Hunter creaked and groaned as the trapped ships broke loose from the structures binding them. As the bottom floors began to flood, Proto Man steered Elec Man to a stairwell leading up to the ship yards. Though Proto Man climbed carefully, Elec Man's feet stumbled and dragged against the mesh steps.

"Proto Man…I'm extremely damaged. Wily won't think I'm worth fixing," Elec Man murmured. He did not sound nasally or haughty like he usually did—instead, he sounded completely ashamed.

"Don't talk like that," Proto Man responded automatically. "Of course you're worth fixing. I'll handle Wily, don't even worry about it."

A few tedious flights later (with Proto Man half dragging Elec Man), they reached the top of the stairs. They were about to enter open facility connecting to the shipyard when they heard pounding footsteps, forcing Proto Man to yank Elec Man behind a storage rack.

Fortunately, the navy squad ran past without noticing them, but crouching behind the rack allowed little cover. Judging by the sound of footsteps thundering all around them, every occupant still inside the Warship Hunter was heading straight for the fleeing ships. Avoiding detection would be tricky.

"You need to leave me behind," Elec Man muttered. "You could go faster if you weren't helping me like this. At this speed, you will be seen."

Proto Man hesitated, glad Elec Man had been first to point out the obvious. He looked around the facility, gauging the times between various crews hurrying towards the ships. "You know what? You're right. Screw it."

Elec Man tensed, confused. "What are you—?" he began as Proto Man slipped an arm under his knees and scooped him off the floor.

It was much easier to move carrying Elec Man, who was light, rather than acting as a robot crutch. Though Proto Man was low on energy, he could dart freely between hiding places, quickly crossing the facility without attracting attention.

"Comfy?" Proto Man asked after ducking into a maintenance compartment to avoid another group of sailors.

"Don't say something like that at a time like this," Elec Man spluttered.

"You were getting a little dark back there...just lightening the mood a little."

Proto Man checked outside the compartment. The shipyard was just ahead. The few remaining ships were breaking loose from the Warship Hunter, opening chasms of swirling black ocean water between each hull.

Proto Man paused, thinking.

"Gunna have to make some jumps over open water…you okay with that?"

Elec Man went rigid, but said with his eyes clenched shut, "Just don't drop me."

"Heh."

Proto Man bounded from ship deck to ship deck. With each jump, Elec Man seemed to shrink into Proto Man, his grip tightening around Proto Man's neck like a strangle hold.

"Sorry," Elec Man mumbled in mortification when they landed on the stern of a gigantic freighter. His grip slackening slightly, but his fingers were still digging deeply into the folds of Proto Man's scarf.

"Don't worry about it," Proto Man replied airily, trying not to wheeze.

Proto Man weaved between the brightly colored containers which were shifting slightly as the freighter shuddered forward toward the daylight outside the Warship Hunter.

"Alright, almost there," Proto Man announced as they neared the front of the freighter. The grand flat-topped surface of an aircraft carrier drifted just ahead of the freighter's prow, a span of about fifty feet between the two ships.

Elec Man made a nearly inaudible sound of acknowledgment.

Proto Man looked down. Elec Man's death grip had completely disappeared around his neck, his half-lidded eyes unfocused.

"Just hold on a little longer," Proto Man added softly.

Proto Man made the last leap to the aircraft carrier—waves pounding against the hull below as it charged away into open water. He landed cleanly on the deck, the looming shadow of the Warship Hunter shrinking behind them.

Though safe from the impending explosion, Proto Man scanned the deck cautiously. A lone jet sat at one end, poised for emergency takeoff, but left unattended as the rest of the crew was busy with the evacuation. Perfect, just as Proto Man had expected.

Proto Man rushed toward the jet, forced the cockpit door open, then eased Elec Man into the co-pilot seat. After buckling him up, Proto Man hopped into the cockpit. As he lowered the cockpit door again and began starting up the jet, he heard shouts from above deck. He had been spotted—but it was too late, with a piercing shriek, the jet shot down the short runway. The black tarmac gave way to turbulent waves as they became airborne, then Proto Man climbed into the sky.

Over the roar of the engine, he heard a thunder-like boom as the Warship Hunter exploded behind them. Proto Man looked back over his shoulder. Elec Man's eyes were closed, his head lolling against the convex window.

"Just hang tight," he murmured again, mostly to himself. "Wily will fix ya up, I promise," he added, pointing the nose of the jet toward the clouds.