A/N: hope you all are enjoying this so far. In this chapter prepare to experience a more realistic take on some hot, steamy robot sex. Take that, Rockman yaoi writers!

Rock sat on the carpet with his forehead pressed against his window, surveying the damage he had inadvertently caused. He had managed to stave off boredom all afternoon by napping and then reading 'Martin the Warrior' for an 8th time. But now, it was getting late, and there was nothing to do expect think about what happened today and let the guilt finally seep into him. Rock laughed slightly. That was likely what Dr. Light had in mind. Even worse, he'd be paying dearly for his mistake tomorrow... or maybe not.

Rock slipped out of his room and into the front yard, careful not to wake anyone. "Hey Eddie," Rock whispered, noticing the sentient trashcan had been locked outside for the night. Not that it mattered, so long as the little robot didn't get in his way. Rock reasoned that if he at least cleared the rubble, some of the anger aimed at him would dissipate.

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No more than a cul-de-sac away, holding a notepad, Gutsman stomped out of a private jet piloted by Quickman. "How's the best way to say this..."he mused, before stumbling upon what he thought was sheer literary brilliance. "001101 011010010 010100 010 10 01101 0. 01010,1010 000 10110101 111010! 010101 010 0101, Gutsman PS: ROFLMAO!" With a smile much bigger than it should have been, he began the short march to the Light residence.

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Eddie noticed the giant robot first and charged him with a battle cry pitched higher than Rock's voice. Obviously the attack did little more than amuse Gutsman, as he just popped open Eddie's head and tossed the note inside. Eddie let out another shrill cry and, predictably, Rock ran over to him, but mostly out of fear he'd wake someone up. Gutsman paid the sentient trashcan no more heed, easily lifted our hero from his feet, and flung him over his shoulder.

It took a few seconds before Rock finally realized what was happening, and then pounded on his enemy's back and demanded that he be let go. The big robot paid no attention to it as he made his way back to Quickman. The three were soon speeding toward the current Skull Castle, located in Iraq. Gutsman sat settled in the back with Rock in his lap, pinning the smaller robot's arms to his sides.

"Let me go!" Rock insisted again.

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"I'll be your best friend."

"I already have one."

"If you let go of me, I promise not to fight you now."

"No, you'll just do it later when there's more room."

Quickman flexed his hands for a tighter grip on the steering wheel. Hardly ten minutes had passed and he already felt a tick developing in his right eye. It was going to be a long, long flight. A fact he was trying to forget, 14 hours later, flying somewhere over Albania.

"Awww, just for a few minutes?"

"No."

"Come on."

"No"

"I'm getting stiff."

"Me too."

"Will both of you just SHUT UP?!"

Quickman's passengers were temporarily stunned into silence by his outburst. Rock squirmed, "I'll stop if he lets me go."

"I'm not letting you go."

"I'll keep complaining."

"Go ahead."

"I said shut up!"

"Only if Gutsman lets me go."

"Forget it."

Quickman just gave up. He was noticing the start of a vicious cycle. At least saw the peak of the skull castle looming on the horizon. The hellish flight was finally over. Quickman accidentally crashed the jet hard, eager to be rid of his annoying passengers. The plane twisted into a flaming pile of metal as the three robots crawled from the wreckage, slightly singed, but otherwise unharmed. Gutsman quickly gathered himself and grabbed Rock once again, leaving Quickman to make frantic attempts to extinguish the fire.

"YO DOC, I GOT HIM!" Gutsman bellowed, kicking down the door to the lab. "Excellent, excellent." Dr. Wily purred, seemingly materializing next to his robot "Now take him to the others". He gave a smart salute before grabbing a shovel and straw hat and walking off, "Will do, Old Man." Wily's face fell, "I hope you plan on using that shovel to bury him..." he hissed.

"What? Oh no, I've got some sunflowers that won't plant themselves." In spite of his embarrassing situation, Rock giggled. "I thought you were going to quit gardening and help the others scrap him!" Wily retorted, pointing a shaky finger towards Rock.

Gutsman thoughtfully scratched his cheek, "Did I say that? Well, after spending over 14 hours on a plane with him, I'm not sure I feel up to fighting. I'll let the others handle it." He walked off before the doctor had so much as a chance to digest those words.

"Erm...sorry. I hope you're not offended that I don't want to fight. I just have a new hobby is all." Rock sighed, finally giving up on escaping from his enemy as he continued babbling needlessly. "I guess I'll just give you to the Gemini twins and their customers. They might be mad enough at being interrupted to fight you." With that, Gutsman kicked down a seemingly random door, tossed Rock inside, and skipped off to the garden.

Our hero immediately climbed to his feet and examined the room. True to Gutsman's words, it was full of Robot Masters, but none of them so much as turned to see what caused a rather loud commotion. Rock moaned, he supposed he couldn't be too upset that they had no intention to melt, freeze, and rip him to scrap, but he still felt a little disheartened that he was taken from his own front yard and dragged to Iraq only to be ignored by his enemies.

Well, he at the very least was going to learn what was going on. Without further thought on the matter, Rock ran behind the first Robot Master he spotted and tapped him on the shoulder, "Uh.... excuse me?" Rock asked shyly. Astroman's eyes went wide, "Oh for the love of Pete don't touch me!"

"Look, I just need to ask a quick question." The Robot Master turned to face his assailant. "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!! You're Rockman! Please don't kill me; I'm not in the mood to fight. I'm only here to talk to the Gemini twins; they're good at handling all kinds of problems. Really-"

Rock threw up his hands defensively, "Okay, okay. I just want to figure out why I was brought here if no one intends to fight me." Astroman looked as though he was going to answer, when a singsong voice called, "Next!"

"Well, I'd love to help you, even though you're my enemy and all, but I've got a big problem I need to solve." He darted off and Rock couldn't help but follow. Astroman stopped in an adjacent room that appeared to be some sort of converted closet, and in it, the Gemini twins sat behind a makeshift cardboard desk surrounded by papers. Astroman floated before them, trembling.

The first of the twins stood up. "Welcome Astroman! Come and find your better half with the Gemini Dating Service!"

"I know!" Astroman snapped, "You already set me up with the computer!" The second Geminiman frowned. "What's the problem? Did she cheat on you?"

"Even worse!" Astroman lowered his voice to a whisper, "I saw...her circuitry board. I could've died from embarrassment!" The Gemini twins exchanged cheerful glances as Astroman grabbed one of his floating balls and held it tightly, "I don't see why you two are so happy. I didn't think she'd be so...so provocative around me!"

One of the Gemini twins wrapped an arm around the mortified robot master, "You do realize that she was supposed to do something like that. It means she likes you Astroman. I'm going to tell the others." With that, Geminiman rushed out of the closet over Astroman's protests, knocking Rock backwards in the process, "Hey everyone! Astroman saw the computer's circuitry board. Let's give him some applause!"

"That is it!" Astroman shouted over the ovation. "I should never have trusted you guys or that harlot of a computer! I'm leaving!" Geminiman ran to stop him, but tripped over Rock in the process. His eyes went wide, "What the..." Rock met his gaze and fear washed over the tiny robot. Something was about to happen. Something terrible, he could feel it.