Disclaimer: I don't own Medabots. Jeez, fifteen chapters later and I STILL gotta say it. Obviously I'm not made of money so obviously I DON'T own Medabots, ne? Well, I own Foxfire, the device, and the plot. Horumarin owns Medabots.

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The whole group trudged together threw the woods, Metabee leading the way. It was Rokusho's side who had taken over at the moment, to most of Metabee's protest of course. But it seemed that he would be useful to actually getting OUT of the forest.

The whole way, the body of Rokusho started at the device in his hand. Foxfire had been a little confused when he asked to see it for a while but had seen no reason not to.

His scarlet red optics traced along the device's metal surface. Silent thoughts to himself.

"What do you suppose he's thinking about?" Brass leaned over and whispered in Foxfire's audio receiver. The FOX gave a shrug.

"I have no clue." She said simply. Brass inwardly sighed and threw a few curious looks Rokusho's way.

"Hey! Rokusho! How long 'till we're outta here?!--- Not long Metabee, not long. Just stay patient."

"That is the creepiest thing I've ever seen." Brass blurted out, her optics giving the KBT a funny look. Foxfire giggled and nodded in agreement.

She turned her head to Rokusho, whom was still looking over the device. "Rokusho?" He looked up.

"Yes?"

"Yes?" The KBT had looked up as well. Foxfire sweat dropped.

"Euhm, I meant him." She pointed to Rokusho's body. He looked a little embarrassed and actually turned a shade of pink while sweat dropping.

"Oh-euh—sorry." He turned back to the path in front of him and continued walking. That's when Metabee took an opportunity to talk to Rokusho.

'Sooo Rokusho. Just how CLOSE are you to Foxfire?' He actually tried to sound casual while asking.

Rokusho raised an optic in curiosity. 'Why do you ask?' Metabee mentally shrugged, still putting on a casual act.

'Well y'know you've just got me all confused. First she's on top of you at the hospital and then you're attacking her out in the forest!' So much for casual....

'What?!' Rokusho yelled incredulously in his thoughts. 'First of all, that was no more than an accident in the hospital room. And SECOND of all, how dare you think I would purposely attack ANYONE with no reason!'

Metabee actually had the nerve to mentally roll his optics. 'My actions in this forest were from the device! I—' Rokusho closed his own optics and let out a breath. 'My quarrel with you is pointless. Just drop this conversation.'

'Oh no you don't! I want some real answers!'

'I will answer your questions gladly. But don't dare put an assumption on me that I would---'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Got it. So back to my first question. How CLOSE are you and Foxfire?'

Rokusho sighed in annoyance. 'We are friends. There is nothing more than that.'

'... Are you SURE?'

'Yes, I am sure. AnyMORE questions?' Metabee could tell he was getting under Rokusho's armor. Yet he pressed on.

'How long have you known her? Couple weeks? Months?'

'A couple years or s—'

'WHAAT?!'

'Cease your yelling Metabee!'

"Foxfire!" Metabee turned around and stopped walking. The FOX type looked up from talking with Rokusho, surprised at the sudden shout of her name.

"Hunh? What is it?"

"How come you never told me you knew Rokusho?! He says you've known each other for years!"

The KBT got a deadpan look from her. "We've gone through this Metabee. It was never brought up who I knew! There was no point in telling you about him."

'He REALLY needs to get over it.' The dark Foxfire commented.

'He's just a little jealous, that's all.'

'He's just a LOT jealous.'

'... Hush up.'

Metabee turned back around in a huff and grumbled a little, resuming his walking. Foxfire let out a breath, shaking her head a little.

"Why is he so hung up about you knowing Rokusho?" Rokusho's body asked curiously. She gave a small shrug.

"He's just a little (LOT!) jealous. Don't pay any attention to it." She waved at Metabee from behind as if dismissing the subject. "So what was your question again?"

"I asked about when this is all over. I mean, when Rokusho is back in... er—here." He hesitantly pointed to himself. "And Metabee has his body back. When all that's done, what happens to me?"

"Eh?" Foxfire blinked in confusion, not sure what he was getting at. "What do you mean?"

"Well Rokusho is in here, will *I* as in, my personality, just be... gone?" He almost shivered at the thought. Foxfire withdrew her head back in surprise.

"I—I hadn't thought of that. It didn't--?" Foxfire cut off the rest of her sentence. She had been going to say 'It didn't even come into consideration' but she didn't want to hurt his feelings or offend him.

Rokusho saw her concerned expression and dimmed his optics.

"So, I'm just gonna go offline then?" Foxfire looked up anxiously.

"H-hey. We don't know how this is even gonna turn out. We got this device just so we could get some bearings. I mean," She gestured to Metabee," they could be stuck together forever for all I know."

"WHAT?!" Metabee whirled around with his optics wide open. "There is no WAY I am—"

"I said I don't know!" Foxfire shouted defensively. Metabee gave an unsure look, but once again turned around and kept walking.

Brass almost laughed at Metabee's actions. Not that she expected any less from him. It must've been a VERY scary thought to be stuck with a person you didn't like very much.

"Rokusho?" She questioned his name, not looking to the body but to the KBT. Both turned their heads, getting a feeling of de ja vu. "How much longer is it until we're out of here?" She was beginning to miss Erika.

Metabee looked around at where he was. To them it was all the same. Trees, bushes, weeds. But apparently he knew where he was and saw the differences.

"Another half hour or so. Not long." Brass nodded in acknowledgement.

Metabee noticed that the sun was finally starting to set. They had spent most of the day searching for that clearing and the device, so it must've been some where around six or seven o'clock.

'Hey Rokusho.' Metabee's voice interrupted his train of thoughts. Probably more probing questions about his knowledge of Foxfire.

'Yes Metabee?'

'I... is your Medafighter really missing?' Rokusho blinked a couple times in surprise, certainly not expecting ANYTHING like that.

'Yes...'

'How long?' It just didn't matter anymore to Rokusho. He had already told them enough, now he was just elaborating. So he didn't hesitate to answer.

'Years.' But that didn't stop him from answering with a slightly sad tone.

'... What was he like?'

'Euh—' These questions were starting to remind him of Foxfire and how curious she had been when they had been reunited a couple months ago. 'He was... My medafighter was a kind man. A scientist.'

'Really?'

'Yes.' It actually felt good to get it off of his chest. To let some one else know of what his Medafighter was like and who he was. To preserve his memory until he was found...

Dedicated To Professor Hushi. We're Still Looking For Yeah!