FATR: I must know who's profile 'chill your beans' came from! I really must! Really must! Before I post chapter 14! I tried to find it but I just can't and I must have the info. Does anyone know anything? Uh... not much to say right now. I'm not updating my profile quote because I like it too much. Okay, the first approximately six lines of dialog are taken directly from the movie. Verify it if you like but I've checked and rechecked. Ana's mine (though sometimes she likes to believe I'm hers Oo) but nothing else belongs to me. Ooh, and Shir-ran's review a while back, I think on chapter four or so, inspired me with this wonderful way to include Rosie. More will be revealed as time goes by. This chapter contains almost but no quite essentially plotless sex. Uh... chip chip time!

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The miniature pincers inside the claw plucked the marble sized sphere out of its containment cylinder. "Precious Tritium is the fuel that makes this project go. There's only twenty-five pounds of it on the whole planet. I'd like to thank Harry Osborn and Oscorp Industries for providing it."

"Happy to pay the bills, Otto," Harry grinned.

When released the little golden ball began to spin. Otto smiled at his Rosie lovingly but nervously and she sent a reassuring smile back. This was his moment. "Ladies and gentlemen... fasten your seatbelts." His fingers flew over the keys on the control panel. Tiny dots of light appeared at the base and tip of each tower, each accompanied by its own whining hum. The notes blended into each other in a strangely beautiful symphony. Thin beams of light shot out of the pinpoints and hit the spinning orb. It began to glow. The aura of gold light grew around it. There was a burst of light as the sound peaked and faded away. The audience gazed on in silent awe at the miniature sun burning within the containment field.

One of his human assistants smiled. "Doctor, we have a successful fusion reaction."

Otto grinned triumphantly at Rosie as applause erupted behind him.

"We're producing a thousand megawatt surplus," his assistant continued.

"The power of the sun in the palm of my hand," Otto breathed. He turned to face the throng of observers, grinning, back lit by the miniature sun. The applause faded and people began clamoring to draw his attention to their individual questions. There was only one person in the room who had Otto's attention, though. He took a few steps forward and held his hand out to Rosie, who was approaching him from the side. Their eyes met and a telepathic 'I love you' passed between them.

As her hand reach for his she whispered, "I'm so proud of you."

Peter moved into position with his camera ready to capture the two lovers in their moment of victory. Only millimeters apart, her hand so close... but it was never to be.

Otto's eyes flew open and darted around the dimly lit room. A little moan escaped his lips and he once more collapsed face down on his desk. After a few moments of silence a sob escaped, and another.

The tentacles stared at their owner's shaking shoulders, not quite sure what to do. It was his late wife he sobbed for, not the failure of his experiment. The top left dipped down to stroke his hair but this made him cry harder. The arm pulled back, extremely hurt by his thoughts. There was still a part of him that hated the arms. This part was a threat, but there wasn't much his pets could do about it.

"What's wrong, my little octopus?"

Otto hurriedly wiped his eyes and donned his glasses before turning to face the tall, raven haired vixen behind him. Her cyan eyes glowed and her hair formed a waterfall of night over her shoulders, down to almost the top of her belt. She wore a tank top decorated with a silver Chinese dragon on the front and tight leather hip huggers. All the black she wore clashed with her skin tone, an almost dead white. Her belt was black with large silver, cross shaped studs. It wasn't the Christian cross, all four lines were of equal length. Her silver belly button ring twinkled. Unlike her sister, she tended to wear more jewelry than actual clothing. She also possessed a body that could land her in a Playboy centerfold, with the shamelessness to actually do it. However, unlike her sister, she was pure evil, a little insane, and extremely sadistic. Gorgeous to gaze upon with a soul as black as the deepest pit of Hell, assuming she possessed a soul at all. The taunting way she had formed her question suggested to Otto that she might have fed him the dream on purpose. "Ana... I didn't know you were..."

Her indigo painted lips spread into smile that sent shivers down his spine. "There's no need to cry," she crooned, gliding closer. "Mommy's here." Her slender fingers slithered through his curly brown hair, stopping behind his ears and removing the glasses.

Otto cleared his throat. "I took some books from... Jessica. I thought maybe one of them would be the one you need." He suddenly found himself being straddled and his hands tightened their grip on the arms of the chair.

Ana chuckled. "Silly boy, always thinking about books." She ran a silver talon tipped finger around his lips and cradled his face in both hands, tilting it up and leaning in to taste his breath. Her hair formed a curtain around them and her necklaces and bracelets sang sweetly.

A tentacle grabbed her shoulder to stop her, sensing its master's panic.

The feeling of her tongue ring in his mouth had stirred him a little despite his misgivings. Otto's mind fought for an excuse that she might accept. "I still haven't recovered from last night."

"Lying doesn't suit you." Ana leaned close to his neck and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of fear. "You have no reason to fear me." She followed the salty trail of a tear up his cheek with the tip of her tongue.

At this range her scent was almost overpowering. It wiped his mind clean and drew him in, almost but not quite against his will. "Rosie..." He whimpered. He felt his body was betraying him somehow by responding to her caresses.

Ana slid closer on her knees until they touched the back of the chair. Her fingers laced together behind his neck, the metal digging into her flesh as she leaned back and cackled. "You weren't fighting me last night."

The arms watched the scene unfold, not sure which one of their master's conflicting thoughts to act on. Top left argued that they should pulled her closer, and bottom left agreed with the impulse to be followed but wanted to sweep off the desk in one brief movement and pin her there. Bottom right wanted to remove her from this close vicinity all together and top right, though it was leaning towards its lower counterpart's conclusion, believed they should wait for a clear command.

"You're on the return list, you know. The only way you can be reunited with Rosie is by jumping through my hoops." She giggled. "Besides, it's a little late to get all forever-faithful-grieving-husband-ish, isn't it?"

Otto knew she was right. The malevolent side of him, the part that had demolished the Underwood home and encouraged him to kill Jessica was coaxing him into action once again. This wasn't the weepy, broken Otto Octavius, this was the deliberate and unfeeling Dr. Octopus. The arms finally received their orders. They latched around Ana's wrists and lifted her so the others could pull of her pants. She giggled again and then they were on the floor. She rolled him on his back and he winced in pain as the metal pressed into his flesh. Her lips brushed light kisses on his neck as her deft fingers unbuttoned the trench coat.

Ana sat up, placed the claw of her index finger just below his throat, and reopened the long red cut. He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth but didn't try to stop her. She could feel his energy pulsing within him. Leaning down to suck him into a feral soul kiss, she began to feed.

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Larry Underwood opened his eyes only to have them flooded with bright light. The room he was in was sizable and luxurious to his eyes, but comparing it to the rest of the rooms in the mansion would have put it to shame. There were four off-white walls, some lovely oil paintings of pastel floors adorning them. White sheer curtains streamed down one wall, obscuring the garden spread out before him. Wherever this tranquil place was, he was on the ground floor. The curtains breathed some kind of familiarity but he couldn't quite remember why. As his mind resurfaced he became aware of the jungle of IV tubes. Was this some kind of hospital? Why was he... He noticed his hand, or lack thereof. He noticed a bandaged white stump. What the hell happened? Frustration furrowed his brow as he tried to remember. There was a sound at the door. Larry's face met that of the elderly man.

"Ah, you're awake."

"Where am I?" Larry asked.

"My master's abode. How do you feel?"

Larry put his head in his hand as he processed the question. "Like a brick hit me," he finally answered.

The old man smiled kindly. "I'll go make master aware of your waking."

The door shut and Larry reclined to stare at the ceiling. Where could I be? There were memories of destruction echoing through his head, loudest among them the report of a gun. A scythe, a scythe had taken his hand. It had belonged to... Scorpion. Larry's eyes widened in realization as the haze lifted. He bolted into a sitting position, experienced the effects of a head rush, and lowered himself to the pillow carefully. Worry for his wife and son descended on him then, along with a memory that could have been a dream. An angel had come to him, told him it was too late for his wife but he should grab his son and get far away from New York. Just run as far and fast as he can, incase she failed again. Too late for my wife? Too late how? Erg, if I could, I'd... Larry pulled himself up slowly and turned to place his feet on the floor. Perched as such, he mindlessly started pulling IV tubes out of his arm. He had to find his family and get the hell out of that house. After he had done that he would ponder the dream, but not before. When he tried to stand his legs wouldn't hold him. That didn't matter. He was prepared to crawl if he had to. Blood ran down his arm from an IV puncture. Now he had to decide if he wanted to go through the garden door and try to find another entrance or use the door into the hall. The downside about the hall was that he was more likely to be caught, but there was no guarantee he could find another way in from outside. He began dragging himself towards the hall door. Halfway there and the door opened to reveal the large white clad figure known as Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin.

"Are you sure you should be out of bed in your condition?" Fisk clapped his hands and two nurses appeared almost out of nowhere.

Larry was too overwhelmed with the situation to protest has they helped him into bed and began taking care of the hastily removed IV needles. One of them pulled an armchair up beside the bed and Fisk sat down. Larry said the first thing that came to mind after his initial surprise faded away. "He cut my hand off."

Fisk shrugged. "He wanted you to drop the gun. Perhaps he missed."

"Sure. 'Missed.'"

"You may go now," Fisk dismissed the nurses. When they were gone he got right down to business. "They delivered you here because I wish to address you on the subject of our deal."

Larry winced. "I know. You see the thing about that is... I had the money, enough to pay the loans from you and the bank, but not enough to give you your thirty percent."

"Mr. Underwood, I am a business man. I make investments, and expect to make money off of those investments."

Larry thought about his family and bit his lip. "I don't have it anymore. What am I..." Uncomfortable silence. "Are you going to... kill me?"

"I have nothing to gain from taking your life."

"Look, can I at least see my family? So I can know that they're okay?"

"Your family?"

Fisk seemed honestly puzzled. "Doc Ock took them. Please don't hurt them, they... they're innocent," Larry begged, throwing any pride he may have had to the wind.

"I was not aware of this," Fisk explained.

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Nathan made his way down the hall, cursing his luck. Why does Fisk always have to choose me to interact with the super villains? That Stephanie chick actually likes doing it. She should be made official embassador or something. He stopped at the top of the winding metal stairwell and stared into the gloom, half expecting a hooked chain to fly out of the darkness and drag him down. His footsteps echoed strangely as he descended. A few steps away from the bottom he heard a muffled scream. He froze. Silence. It would have had to have been pretty loud for it to drift through the essentially sound proof door. Almost unknown to him his feet guided him down the last of the stairs and across the floor. A trembling hand lifted to the luminous green key pad and pressed the intercom button. "Um...Dr. Octavius?"

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Otto lifted himself off of Ana feeling completely drained. Sweat plastered his brown locks to his forehead. The brace didn't even bother him as he flopped onto his back with his eyes closed, gasping for oxygen. Two of his arms whined as he landed on top of them but that also went unnoticed. He felt Ana's naked body against his as she rolled over to put her arm around him. "I forgot to ask. Have you tracked down the Spirit Stone yet?" She whispered in his ear.
Otto shook his head wearily, eyes still closed. He felt her tongue running over the cuts again but still couldn't find the energy to open his eyes. It was taking all of his concentration to keep breathing. Suddenly a voice cut through his head like a knife.

"Um... Dr. Octavius?"

His eyes snapped open. Ana was gone and he felt very cold all of a sudden. He scrambled for his trench coat while his arms sought out the rest of his clothing. He paused and stared at his chest, running a hand over the now unblemished skin. There was a beat before he smiled. She never performed selfless acts, but she did a number of things for a price. Otto sometimes had his doubts that she truly intended to reunite him with Rosie, or at least he used to. But he was being a good little octopus for Ana, wasn't he? He would open the gate for her and she would bring his Rosie back to him, and there would be no more nightmare, no more sadness. It had never occurred to him that Rosie might reject what he had become, or if it had tried he hadn't let it.

"Dr. Octavius," the voice repeated.

Fortunately the tentacles, no matter how tired their creator became, never wore out. They propped him up as he finished dressing, walked him to the door, and pressed the intercom button. He took a breath. "Yes?"

"You need to come with me," Nathan explained.

His pets bristled at the tone in the man's voice but Otto was far from in the mood to fight anybody on anything. He commanded one of them to punch in the code and it grudgingly obeyed.
The doors slid open and Nathan took in Otto in a state of mild shock. He hung from the four arms like a rag doll in a child's hands. He hadn't bothered to button his coat and his clothes, usually meticulously ironed and cared for, had a rumpled look about them. When his head tilted up his tousled hair fell into his face, hiding his eyes but not hiding the fact that he hadn't bothered with the glasses yet. Nathan wished he had. He expected Otto to fight him, or ask him what was going on, but he only waited in perfect silence. Nathan turned uncomfortably and led the way upstairs.

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The door to Larry's room opened and Nathan directed Otto inside. Otto looked even worse in the light of day. His skin was tinted a nasty grey-ish color and the scar from his throat to his harness was now clearly visible. It seemed as though gravity's force on him had doubled and tripled. The glossy black circles over his eyes contrasted sharply with his complexion, giving him a eyeless corpse-ish look. The arms shortened until his feet touched the floor but they were still clearly standing for him. Larry felt a tinge of pity looking at this ragged creature and opted instead to study a floral painting on the wall behind him.

When Otto spoke his voice sounded as though it came from hole that was miles deep. "You called, master Fisk?"

Even Fisk was caught off guard by Otto's appearance but unlike Larry he could maintain his resolve. "I hear you have Jessica and Jacob."

Otto stared blankly at the brown tinted world he always saw and always would see then nodded slowly.

"Are they in your lab?" Fisk's question was answered by another slow nod. "And?"

"The boy has been sedated. The woman died." There was no emotion in Otto's voice. No regret, but no pride either. Emotion took too much energy.

"You... she..." Larry sputtered, infuriated and anguished at the same time. "How could..."

If Otto had been in the same mood he had been in when he originally awoke, he would have been able to empathize with Larry's plight, but as it was he, thankfully, could not feel a thing. Under the circumstances all he could do was keep his eyes on Fisk and wait for his reaction. Fisk seemed to be thinking.

"Did she have life insurance?" Fisk finally asked Larry.

"Yes..." Larry was mildly uncomfortable with the direction this seemed to be going.

"How much?"

Larry stared. "You can't mean..."

Fisk turned his attention to the disheveled octopus. "Not that I condone your actions. Understand that you are free to work on your own agenda, but I would like to know about it first. Do you understand, Dr. Octopus?"

"Yes, sir," Otto managed to force out with some semblance of respect in his tone. He wasn't allowed to leave yet, so he sort of sat back on the tentacles and bided his time until his attention was needed again.

"We will get all of the money business squared away," Fisk was explaining to a teary-eyed Larry, "then you can have your son."

Larry's dream resurfaced and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'll go along with it, but afterwards I'm leaving town and never coming back. I only hope you let me go peacefully, because nothing is going to keep me or my son here." He felt eyes on him and peeked at Dr. Octopus out of the corner of his eye. The man's head was down but he could have still been looking at Larry.

"If you indeed hold up your end of our bargain, I will have no other reason to keep you here."

An angel came to you in a dream and told you to leave town? Otto chuckled a little at Larry's thoughts. So Ana had originally come here seeking her sister. Even with a half breed for a wife he knew next to nothing about Nasarians, at least not enough to know the daughters on sight. Or perhaps Nasarians and half breeds alike laid low, afraid of Ana. There had to be a damn good reason for these people to fear her. It made him wonder if he should rethink his plans, but before he had the chance to follow that train of thought, Fisk interrupted him.

"Go down stairs and bring up Jacob," Fisk commanded.

Otto rose to his tentacles without any other indication he had heard. He couldn't afford to dwell on such thoughts, not when he was so deep in this business already. Hm, if Emma knew of his plan, he'd better make sure he located the Spirit Stone before she did. He couldn't explain this little agenda to Fisk. It was far too secret. Perhaps, depending on the location of the gem, he could mask the event as a general robbery and bring the others along. Ana had found the other four elements in a safe at the bank. Maybe the circumstances surrounding the other stone would be similar.

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FATR: Six page chip chip! Told you I'd make it up to you, and the next chapter is just as long. Yay Venom-Real Spider-Man! You are reviewer 30! Grand prize? A pat on the back, a digital chocolate chip cookie, and an all expenses paid daydream to any location of your choice! (.'.) ----funny looking digital cookie. I'm sure it still tastes okay though!