Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots. I do not own Fanfiction.net. I do not own the characters from the original manga. I own Foxfires, the device, and myself (woohoo!). I also own the plot to this fic. No profit. Horumarin owns Medabots.

Author's Note: Nick Johnson, I posted answers to your questions in the review box. Check 'em out. And to everyone else, what the slag is going on with ff.net? Anybody know? Oh well, guess it's over now... Blaagh, Second note, this gets mushy _

'Are we there yet?'

'No.'

'Are we there yet?'

'No.'

'...'

'Fina—'

'Are we there yet NOW?'

"No Metabee!" Rokusho's optics flinched in anger, Brass could've fell over with how much she was laughing. Foxfire and Rokusho's body weren't far behind either.

"I-I is he STILL doing that?" Foxfire gasped out, clutching her get.

Rokusho actually grew a red stress vain on his KBT helmet. "Yes." He gritted out from his audio transmission.

After only a few minutes of silence from everyone Metabee had gotten bored and started getting restless. And what better way then to choose the impatient six-year-old way and keep asking 'are we there yet?'

No one had ever seen Rokusho get so frustrated over something, so it was definitely quite a sight.

Rokusho's body took in a deep breath before sighing. "Oh that was funny." He said, regaining normal breathing. Foxfire and Brass nodded in agreement.

'And you're POSITIVE we're going in the right direction.'

Oh great, he had started up AGAIN. Rokusho rolled his optics and clenched his fists.

'Yes, Metabee. I'm positive.'

'You're sure?'

'... YES.'

Metabee could've chuckled with how annoyed Rokusho was getting. But managed to keep him self in tact.

Rokusho let out a mighty sigh as he looked ahead, relieved about something.

"We're HERE."

'Hunh?'

"We are?"

"Yay!"

Just ahead of the group of Medabots was a space of trees beyond the path and in the space you could make out a black metal luster of shine. Only a hundred yards off.

The three (that's if you don't count Rokusho and Metabee as two people...) of them ran up and recognized the shiny black material to be the parked limousine, waiting for them outside the forest. Just as it had been when they left it earlier that day.

"Oh I can't wait to see Miss Erika again." Brass chirped happily. She skipped towards the car, but with the damages from her Robattle, her ankle joint twitched out of place easily as soon as she came to a small golfer hole in the ground. "Ooowww!"

"Brass! What's wrong?" Foxfire walked up to the SLM type and helped her up. Metabee ran up too.

"Y'okay Brass?

"Nnnngh. My ankle feels displaced. It must be because of the Robattle." Brass was forced to hop a little on her working foot, putting her arm over Foxfire's shoulder for support, and saw that her foot part was hanging on by only a thread of wiring.

"Well at least we won't be walking home." Rokusho's body put in. They nodded, sweat dropping a little. Metabee turned around and bent down a little.

"Then I'll just carry her over to the car. It's only—what?—30 yards?"

Brass's face crossed with crimson. "Oh no, no, no! That's okay!" She suddenly took a strong hold to Foxfire. There was a death grip on one of her shoulder parts.

Metabee shrugged casually and started walking to the limousine. "Whatever."

Brass whispered a soft, "Phew." Before limping with Foxfire's shoulders as support to the limousine as well. Rokusho was even nice enough to hold the door open for them while they got in.

"Oooh it feels so nice to be back against the cushions." Foxfire curled up against the limousine seats and actually gave out a yawn. Brass nodded in agreement, being the one who had just came out of a Robattle, she had a RIGHT to be tired.

Rokusho's body didn't feel very much tired, but liked the idea of at least lying down. Metabee didn't do anything of the sort. Instead he turned on the TV inside their compartment and began watching documentaries and such. His green optics then looked like they were considering something, and hesitant as well.

Finally, he looked up to Foxfire. Her optics were barely half-open. But she was still awake. She gave a small wave with one of the hands on her lap. He nodded in acknowledgement.

The KBT looked around, seeing if everyone else was asleep. He was unsure about the Rokusho inside of him but didn't put too much thought about him.

"Foxfire?"

"(Insert yawning noise here)... yeah?"

"Uh—I never got to say this before. What with everything going on. Well I kinda did before... but I wanted to do it properly."

Foxfire quirked an optics, sitting up properly in her seat. "What is it Metabee?" She tried wracking her sensors for what he might be talking about.

"I—I'm sorry for not trusting you."

The FOX type blinked in surprise, not sure what to say. She'd never heard Metabee say sorry to anyone but Ikki. And although he had said it earlier to her while Rokusho had still been on his evil edge, she hadn't really taken it into serious consideration.

But now he was saying it AGAIN, even though she had been perfectly calm around him, as if nothing had happened, the air had been cleared, he still said it to make sure she knew.

Foxfire inwardly smiled, softening her optics. "It's okay Metabee." But that caused her fists to clench. She had to tell Metabee. Tell him that... that she didn't feel the same. Before this got out of hand.

Oh slag, it had gotten out of hand long ago. Now she was just avoiding the fact.

"Metabee... I have something to say too." He looked up curiously, certainly not expecting that. Foxfire took in a breath. She couldn't stammer or mumble: it would just make her sound guilty of how she felt.

"Yeah?"

"Metabee... how do you feel about me?"

"Hunh? What do you mean?"

Foxfire tried to find the exact wording for what she was asking. "Euhh... Do you like me for friendship, or more than that?"

Metabee got the expression of dawning. "Oh! Well I—Oh." Then he got the dawn of understanding. Of what she was REALLY getting at. "Well how do YOU feel?"

Foxfire drew her head back in surprise. "Oh—uhm... Metabee..." She could see his expression saddening at her hesitance to answer. "Metabee I do like you more than a friend. More than a best friend! But not the way you think... Like a brother."

Metabee looked up, not sure what to make of her comment but decided it was better than just friends.

"Sooo you like me MORE than a friend?"

"Yes."

"But less than... what *I* think?"

"Yes."

"... I GUESS that's okay." Metabee shrugged and looked back to the TV. Foxfire looked dumbstruck. He'd barely even given it a second thought!

'And what have we learned about males today?' The dark side asked teasingly, being the coy 'bot she was.

'Oh hush up.'

"That's... great Metabee. That's great." Foxfire leaned back as well, and turned her optics on Brass. For a second it looked as if he optics might've been open, but they were shut. "Hope you're happy." Foxfire muttered, closing her own optics and drifting to a well needed slumber.