A/N- Yeah, I suck. ;;; I think I'm the only person in existence who could put off posting a five page chapter that was already written for almost a year. I take total blame for that, it was (past) my turn to do the editing for and throw up a chapter.

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Gimp

X stormed through the woods, less angry with Dynamo than he was worried about Rock. There was so much that could happen to the boy, so much that he didn't know about, and hadn't they gotten reports of maverick activity lately? He bit his lip until it bled, horrified at the idea that poor, injured Rock could possibly be killed. There was so much danger and the boy wasn't able to defend himself without his armor...

Dynamo stumbled on behind X, wondering how the man managed to move so damn fast through this underbrush. He slumped to the ground, sick of following X, who probably had no clue where they were going. He stared at the churned-up mud a little ways off from him... and kept staring. Looked like there'd been a struggle. Something called his attention..."Uh, X?" Shit, it couldn't be... "I think I know where Rock is." Near where they were walking were Rock's small footprints, and then two sets of much, much larger ones. Crap. Rock had been captured.

Wherever he was, it was dark and he was hurting. A lot. Rock blinked, whimpering a little at the yelling that was going on around him, finally making sense of the words. "NO, that's not HIM, you fucking imbeciles!" Something crashed, and there was a pained yell. Rock cowered, getting more and more afraid. This was...this reminded him a lot of how the lab had been when Zero had attacked. There was the same sense of danger and fear and pain in the air.

"W-where am I?" He whimpered, closing his eyes and not wanting to open them, afraid of what might be there.

"Now, GET OUT OF HERE!" The voice roared, Rock heard retreating footsteps. Lots of them. Hey lay in total silence for what felt like an eternity before a single set of feet made their way over to him. The clicking stopped behind his head, and a dark shadow fell over his face. "Ahh... So you're awake." A deep voice rumbled. Rock squeezed his eyes shut tighter, he no longer wished to know where he was, he wanted to be somewhere, anywhere but here. He let out a loud howl, as he felt a ripping sensation in his skull, and he was forced to a sitting position by someone's grip on his hair. "Now... Mind telling me who you are?"

"He WHAT!" X yelled, face twisted with fury. Shit, shit, SHIT! How could he have let Rock fall into the maverick's hands? What kind of a brother was he? Staring, face inches from the ground, there was no denying it, no matter how hard he tried. "If they harm one hair on his head..." He glared up at Dynamo; for someone who was supposedly in love with Rock he sure wasn't playing the part right. How could he be so... calm? He narrowed his eyes, scanning him over, scrutinizing the taller man. No, not calm. Dynamo's frame was far too rigid, his lips pressed tight in a thin line and slightly off colour. The biggest tip-off the way his hands were curled into fists. With a small sigh, X felt the anger rush out of him, replaced by worry and fear. "... What are we going to do? What if..." He shut his eyes tightly. No. No, Rock was alive. He had to be.

"No, I'm sure he's still alive." Dynamo reassured, sitting down by him. "Rock... Looks a lot like you. They probably took him to Sigma, figuring he'd know how to get you." He scuffed the ground with the toe of his boot, trying to form some kind of a plan. "As long as Rock stays informative, he'll be alright... For now." He turned his head, sighing. "Any ideas for a rescue? I mean, we can't just march in and ask for him."

X sighed. "There really isn't anything." He glanced at Dynamo. "Come on, you're in love with Rock," X made that statement accusing, disbelief apparent in his voice. "AND you know about Sigma's location and base. Can't you think of anything? You've got more information to go on." He watched Dynamo shift around awkwardly. "And for god's sake, don't not do it just because you're afraid Sigma won't hire you anymore. Can you really let Rock get hurt?"

With a sigh, Dynamo racked his brain. He knew where Sigma was, and he did know about the base... "...I could probably get in, but there's no way in hell I could get him out." He thought a little more. "We'd have to do some sort of infiltration, and I think I know how we could pull it off."

Rock stared, terrified, into the glaring face of a very, very large bald man. "Answer me." The man barked, giving Rock a shake. Rock yelped, too scared to really talk, so he just looked up, wide-eyed, at the imposing figure in front of him. "Don't you speak, boy?"

"Y-yes." Rock whimpered, closing his eyes tightly so as not to look at the ugly, cruel face in front of him. This was just as bad as finding out about Zero and X. "I- I... My name is Rock." He whispered, shaking and beginning to sob. He couldn't help it- the man in front of him was just so horribly mean, and something about how he acted and the way he looked made him utterly terrifying. "W-who are you?" He stuttered, blinking his eyes open and feeling a couple tears run down his cheeks. He wished he were anywhere but here, even talking to Zero or something.

There was a loud, unpleasant laugh. "My name, Rock," He said the name slowly, as if savoring the sound. "Is Sigma. I assume you've heard of me. And I have a few more questions for you."

Rock stared, horrified. So, this was Sigma, the man his brother had fought and defeated several times. He was so... He began to cry again suddenly. X... He wanted X more than ever right now; to hug him and protect him from this nasty man. X would protect him the way Blues had once protected him. "I want to go home..." He whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

Sigma laughed and patted him as though he had said something very pleasing. "Very good, that's the spirit. Tell me where 'home' is, and I'll take you there." He soothed. When Rock refused to speak further, his soft caress turned into an iron grip, and he jerked Rock's head back roughly. "Rock, Rock, Rock... You're going to take me there, and there are two ways of going about it. I'm giving you one last chance to tell me, and then things are going to get very ugly.

Rock shuddered softly, trapped in his current position- face upturned, forcing him to stare Sigma in the eye. He knew that if he didn't tell Sigma where the MHHQ was, Sigma was going to torture him until he did. "I don't know..." He lied softly, knowing Sigma wouldn't believe him for a second.

Sigma frowned. "Someone get in here and take him downstairs!" He let Rock go, listening to the resounding thud of his body hitting the table again with a satisfied grin. "You should have told me."

"You are such an idiot." X muttered, sounding muffled within the sack he had been shoved into. "This is your big plan? " He complained. It was cramped, and his chest-plate was digging into his knees. His mood worsened when Dynamo gave his ass a pat, and elbowed the mercenary's back. "Watch what you're touching!"

"Shh.. Just relax, okay? It'll work fine. I was just in here this morning, when I ran Rock's errands for him. I'll tell him I've reconsidered his offer, negotiate with him, and you can get Rock out. I'll drop the sack once we're inside, then you're on your own. " Dynamo was rather proud of his idea, and saw it as a perfectly functioning plan. What could possibly go wrong? He constantly brought things into the fortress with him, so it wouldn't look suspicious.

And later, as Dynamo strode confidently into the base and dropped his burden in an inconspicuous corner, X realized as he climbed out of the sack that no matter how stupid Dynamo might be, he had so much dumb luck it canceled the idiocy out. "Holy heck, I can't believe that worked." He muttered, noting the lack of people around him and ducking around a corner, determined to remain undetected until he found out where Rock was.

Dynamo, for his part, walked confidently down the hallways, striding into Sigma's main chamber and hoping he could negotiate something credible...and maybe well paying, too...and froze as he recognized the small body Sigma was holding. He regained his composure after a second, training his gaze on Rock. "So, what do you have here?" He said casually, walking on over to Sigma and pasting a grin he didn't remotely feel on his face. "Who's that?" He looked at Rock, heart wrenching in his chest as he saw the hurt and despair in those eyes, staring up at him as if to say 'how COULD you?'. "Looks a lot like X."

Sigma looked at Dynamo suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to renegotiate that job you wanted me for..." There was a whimper from Rock, and Dynamo was really hoping he could keep acting like this because damn did he feel guilty and terrible. "But this seems interesting, here." He looked at Rock again, making a point to turn away from Sigma and wink at the little guy. Rock sniffled.

"Really." Sigma said, sounding suspicious. "I have a job for you, then." He let go of Rock, and gave Dynamo a shove towards the boy. "Get the information I want out of him. I need to know where he comes from and everything about him. Use the usual means."

With a sick twisting in his gut, Dynamo realized there was no way in hell he was going to be able to do that. "Uh..." He looked up at Sigma, then walked closer to the cowering and sobbing Rock. "Well, you always have paid well, and...yoink!" He grabbed Rock and ran like hell, knowing there could not possibly be a happy ending to all of this. He was almost halfway down the hallway to Sigma's chamber when the outraged roar he'd been expecting finally came.

Rock cried softly, clinging to Dynamo tightly as he ran down hall after hall, changing direction whenever he heard footsteps or shouting. Why had he come for him? Now Dynamo was going to be caught as well, and it was all his fault for running away. Everything, this entire situation was his fault. "I'm s-sorry..." He whispered over and over, pawing at Dynamo's armor gently, as he realized how bleak their chances were. He wished he had never been repaired, that he had never come here. He should have stayed where he was, he didn't belong here with the wonderful man who was trying to rescue him.

Dynamo ran hard and fast now, the way out just at the end of this corridor. He'd chuck Rock outside, tell him to run for it, then cover him. They weren't going to get past him until he was completely destroyed. Almost there. He wondered where X was now, if he knew of the disaster about to occur. He wished he did, so he could have someone to send Rock off with. Squeezing his eyes shut, he made a mad dash for the exit.

He was less than three feet from it when Dynamo was thrown bodily off his path, slamming into the wall. He struggled to get off poor Rock, who was shrieking beneath him, crushed between the wall, the floor, and Dynamo. Finally, he made it to his knees- and stopped. There had to be hundreds of them, faces he had passed on several different occasions, giving none a second look; each appeared more blood thirsty than the last. Slowly, Dynamo raised his hands, in a gesture of defeat, and slid his body in front of Rock's protectively.

X ran down yet another corridor, making his way toward the centre of Sigma's base. There was something unsettling about the complete lack of security here. He had seen maybe two or three mavericks, spaced out along his path, all of which he had dealt with stealthily. Where were they all? Suddenly he heard it, a faded yell, off in the distance. X stopped in his tracks.

Dynamo. He stared in the direction the sound had traveled from, wanting to go help him. His body remained still however, refusing. No... He had to get Rock first. Dynamo was a big boy, he could hold his own. Rock, however, was a different story. He knew Rock wasn't built for the kind of abuse he risked here.

X hesitated, not knowing where to go. He was getting horribly lost and that wouldn't solve anything. There was another faint yell from Dynamo, this one of pain. X worried about Dynamo, partly because Rock was so attached to the man. But he had another mission now.

Rock, for his part, had been roughly shoved down a corridor by Dynamo, and now ran down the halls, crying softly at the screams he heard from behind him. "X?" He shouted, panicky, not wanting to attract a maverick's attention but hoping that Dynamo's hurriedly muttered comment about his brother meant X was here. Surprisingly, within seconds, X was next to him, panting heavily and having abandoned all subtlety. "X, you have to help! There's... There's so many of them!" He cried, rushing over to cling to his brother. X stared down at Rock, noticing that he seemed not too bad off. But once again, there was a yell from Dynamo, though this time it was really more of a scream of pain.

"Oh hell," X muttered. "This...is going to be difficult to deal with." Alright, Dynamo was probably getting his ass thoroughly kicked...but he'd done that for Rock. Did the mercenary maybe...actually love Rock? X gave his brother a shove. "Go. Go, I cleared out the way behind me. Hide outside if you can, and if it looks safe get to MMHQ in any way you can." Rock looked up at him pleadingly. "I promise I'll help him. Somehow." X said quietly, giving Rock another push behind him. God, how the hell was he going to do that? He couldn't fight off a whole maverick base and Sigma, but Dynamo would probably just be captured and tortured; Sigma didn't take personal insults like prisoner escapes kindly. So maybe another rescue was in order?

Sighing, he watched Rock dash the way he'd told him and activated his communicator. There was no way he'd get out of this without at least a little backup. Dynamo was such an idiot...but he wouldn't leave him behind, if the man was still alive.

Meanwhile, Dynamo was getting his ass thoroughly kicked, just as X had predicted. He had fought for a while, but fact was that a hundred-some-odd people cannot be fought off by a single man, no matter how pissed off said man is. He was forced to the ground, briefly reminding him of the beating X had given him, only this one involved people who didn't give a damn what Rock might think of his death. "You," Sigma growled, his mavericks clearing a way for him. "Are going to regret that incident."