a/n: This is a really really short chapter, even for me, and I am known to have some short chapters. I just wanted to experiment with something. Tell me what you think... please r and r.

Ch. 11 Planning

I head down stairs. It's only noon. So much happened today, and in such a short amount of time. My job, my wife, everything that I lived for, it was all taken from me in such a short amount of time.

But I still had my inventions. I still had Sarah, Kris, Bethany, and Liz. The only ones who helped me, the only ones who stood by me, through everything. They kept me warm when others wouldn't. They kept me safe from those who hurt.

I was damaged, broken, deprived of life and love, but they still are here with me.

I sit down and Liz switches on the TV, disappointed when she sees that the cartoons aren't on any longer.

"Otto?" she looks to me, "What's wrong?"

Thinking, is what I should answer, thinking about how you all damaged me, but I think better of that, "Nothing."

She tilts to one side and then swerves over to me and wraps around me, as if to whisper a secret in my ear, but she remains silent.

I look over to the clock, 12:05. Time moves so slow these days.

Sarah clicks at Kris and Liz clicks in a scolding manner at Sarah. Bethany points over and opens to see what's going on. Sarah and Liz are clicking and whirring like mad at each other, fighting apparently, but over what is what I would like to know.

I'm really skeptical, when they do this I mean. They make plans without me, talk about me right in front of me, but I am unable to hear them, to control what they talk about, and what they learn.

The fight is broken by Kris, who simply clicks once, and the room goes silent, except for some day time Soap Opera playing on TV.

Bethany slowly moves over to the TV and shuts it off.

"Things are too noisy anyways," she huskily comments.

I nod in agreement and all is silent.

I look around the house. It's gone to wreckage since I came back. There is dust on everything. The carpet needs to be cleaned as well. Boxes have been knocked over, tables have piles of things that need to be sorted, and there is a terrible mess in the kitchen.

They start to click and whir again. I never really understood why they do that. They may as well just go away and leave me alone for awhile, but even I know that would be too much to ask for.

"Otto?" Sarah finally says.

"Yes?" I know I shouldn't, but I sound annoyed, and worried.

"There's something you need to do..." her words are scary, almost with a menacing sound in them.

"What's that?" I sound even more scared.

"Well, you know... fight," her words make my heart stop.

"No," I whisper.

"Otto."

"We know this is hard."

"But you have to."

"There's no other way."

"You will be found, Otto."

"At some point or another."

"No one will follow us back here."

"We just need to prove something."

"I don't NEED to prove anything," I yell. "You four are the fighters, the murderers, not me. I don't work like you, I wouldn't hurt an innocent!"

"Then don't!" Liz yells at me.

"Don't?" I question, "You just told me to."

"No."

"We said to prove something."

"No one has to get hurt."

"You just need to prove a point."

"Prove what point?" they caught my interest, I shouldn't, but these arms, they know me; they wouldn't go against my wishes.

"That you are a great man, the great Doctor Otto Octavius!" Bethany yells.

"You know what?" they move closer, and stare, "You're right. I can't believe it, but you are absolutely right!"

They click and whir t each other, but I don't care. They are trust worthy. They love me, they care, they are the only people that I need...

a/n: well, how was it? Please let me know. Like I said it was a really short chapter. If this is too early and sucks let me know. I really don't care if I get flames for this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!