A/N: I know it's been awhile since Part 3, but Finals Week in honors classes is NOT the best time to be writing fanfics...Oh well, enjoy!

Ginny-Hates-Them: Actually, in one of the earlier eppys, they referred to 'Area 50', so I figured I'd just keep using that. Anyway, glad to hear that you like the story!

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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I have yet to discover a giant robot in a trash heap...

"Do not be afraid. We come in peace." The first Martian said, extending one hand.

"That's exactly what you want us to think!" Jamie exclaimed, pointing one finger accusingly at the aliens.

"Of course! Why else would we say such things?" The second Martian agreed cheerfully, clapping its hands together.

"I KNEW it! Coop, go get Megas! These guys are up to no good!" Jamie told Coop, casting a furtive look over his shoulder to the Martians, who waved.

"Um, that might be a little difficult..." Coop said nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Wait, do you mean that strange mech you sold us?" The first Martian asked him.

"We've got-what is that saying again-a picky bone with you about that mech." The other alien told Coop sternly, shaking one long finger in his face.

"Coop..." Kiva began, a warning tone in her voice.

"Well, I needed some money to pay for all those damages to the city, so I sold Megas to these guys. It was a bad trade, though. All I got was some weird metal thingys, so I melted 'em down." Coop explained rather sheepishly.

"You sold Megas! And didn't even give me a piece of the profits?" Jamie shouted in outrage, promptly earning a kick in the shins from Kiva.

"Coop, the 'metal thingys' were credit coins! They're used all over space! For once you were rich!" Kiva groaned aloud.

"You mean you cannot return the money?" The first alien exclaimed.

"Your mech is defective! It will not work for even our best pilots! How dare you cross the Martians!" The second alien raged.

"I TOLD you putting all that junk in Megas was a bad idea. Now nobody but you can use it!" Kiva told Coop, frustrated beyond belief.

"Ah! Then you will come with us and fly the mech for us!" The second alien exclaimed happily, its anger towards Coop entirely forgotten.

"Sorry guys. I'm retired now." Coop said, raising his hands in defense.

"Retired! That's for old geezers who like golf and plaid pants!" Jamie hissed in his friend's ear.

"That was not a question. Come with us, or pay the money. Otherwise..!" The second alien hissed, all traces of joviality gone from its features, gesturing towards the ruined wall.

"Well then, I guess we're gonna visit Mars." Coop said with a nervous laugh.

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Some time later, Coop and company found themselves inside the familiar giant robot. This time, however, wasn't a game. As noted by several thousand lasers trained on Megas.

"This is the last time I read the Weekly N-Quire, they said the Martians were a dying race!" Jamie muttered under his breath, watching the all tiny red dots trained on the giant blue mech.

"They'd have to be to marry some hillbillies from the Ozarks!" Kiva shot back. Their current situation was not helping her increasingly bad mood.

"Ugh..why isn't this working? I tried doing things my way and things got bad, and when I tried Kiva's way, everything got worse!" Coop muttered dejectedly, slouching downwards in the driver's seat. An uneasy silence settled over the inhabitants of the mech.

Jamie gave Kiva a look. They both knew whose fault it was that Coop was in such a state.

Kiva broke the silence first. "Coop..I shouldn't have lost my temper. After all, we'd been doing pretty well with you behind the wheel. I don't think we'd be here if it wasn't for one of your more, ah,interesting plans. You're fine just the way you were."

"Really? Wow, that's really cool of you, Kiva." Coop replied softly.

"Hate to break this up, but the Martians still want our heads. Just what do either of you plan on doing about it?" Jamie broke in, destroying the semi-romantic mood quite effectively.

Before either of the other two occupants of the mech could respond, the comlink crackled to life as a burnt sienna colored alien flickered into view.

"Just what do you think you're doing, helping the Martians! Those con men have enough treasure to buy another planet!" The figure demanded.

"Those little dudes? You sure?" Coop asked, confused.

"Earther! Do not listen! Our enemies wish to draw you to their side!" One of the Martians from before appeared on the screen as well.

"They are?" Coop asked, now utterly muddled.

"Well, Earther?" Both of the aliens asked simultaneously, expecting a decision from him.

"Got any ideas?" Coop turned to his friends.

"This is a matter of trust and honesty that must be handled with great delicacy-" Kiva began, but was interrupted by Jamie.

"Or you could just shoot a few missiles everywhere and get the hell out of here with Megas." Jamie added.

"Let's see..I already listened to Kiva last time, so this time I'll use Jamie's idea!" Coop decided, thwacking a button marked 'Doom And Destruction' and sped off towards Jersey City once more.

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Several days later, everything had seemingly returned to normal.

Out back in the garage, Coop was once more working on Megas when Kiva came out.

Pulling his head out of the radiator, Coop wiped his hands off on a newspaper which read 'Attacks On The Grand Canyon Continue'.

"Hey Red. What's new? Got any ideas for Megas?" Coop greeted her warmly.

"Personally, I think you're both fine the way you are." Kiva grinned, giving Coop a quick kiss on the cheek as she left the garage.

All done! I know, kinda fluffy towards the end. Ah well, hope you liked it! R&R please!