Nothing beat the feeling of being above everything else. Seeing the valley's dip and being able to make out the village from high above it.

At least, that's how Webber liked it when he climbed up the largest tree he could find, using the spider abilities he still had left. The boy sighed happily, feeling a breeze.

"WEBBER. THE FLESHBAG HAS TOLD YOU HE DOES NOT WANT YOU UP THERE."

Except for that.

"Aww I'm fine though!"

"WEBBER I AM COMMANDING YOU TO COME DOWN OR NO SWEETS."

Webber gasped before climbing down.

"I'm down now, see?"

"GOOD." WX-78 patted his head. "YOU MAY HAVE POWERS BUT YOU ARE NOT IMPERVIOUS TO INJURY."

Webber pouted, crossing his arms.

"I know, I'm sorry." He gave a sheepish look. "I just like seeing how it all looks up there. It's so cool, like I'm a giant or something."

"IT CONCERNS ME."

"I know."

WX-78 shook his head.

"JUST… be more… CAREFUL."

"Okay." Webber tilted his head. "You feeling alright? You went quiet there for a second."

WX-78 blinked.

"I AM FINE."

Webber frowned a little.

"You've been doing that a lot more lately though."

"I… I'm… I AM fine."

So why do I not believe you?

"WX…?"

"LET US JUST HEAD BACK TO THE VILLAGE. I AM SURE FOOD WILL BE READY SOON."

"But lunch isn't for another hour-"

"THEN CHORES."

Webber sighed, starting to trudge back.

"I swear you sometimes sound like Father."

WX-78 froze up a bit hearing that.

"Kenny, it's time to get up my boy. The animals won't feed themselves!"

"Nooo, it's still dark out!"

"... THAT SO?"

"Yeah. He could be really bossy sometimes but I knew he meant well. He taught me a lot of things. Like taking care of goats."

"WHY GOATS?"

"They were useful, apparently. Mostly for the milk, though it didn't mean we didn't eat one every now and then or sold them to make some money." Webber explained, jumping over a fallen log with a small laugh. "And Mother would work in the garden. She'd have me help put the fertilizer out - it was really gross smelling too."

"I SEE… SO YOU LIVED ON A FARM."

"M-hm! Out in the countryside. There was city not too far away we'd visit sometimes. San… Francisco I think. Father thought at one point we could live there but decided farm life was the way since that's what he grew up with. Same with Mom and Grandpa."

"YOU HAD A GRANDPARENT?"

"M-hm. He was cranky and had a cat named Whiskers who helped take care of mice who wanted to live in the barn. He played chess too. He taught me actually! I'm not very good but I know how to play!"

"THAT IS INTRIGUING."

"Mm-hm. I like it. I haven't played it in awhile though. Wilson promised he'd play with me but he's really busy with Rune so he hasn't been able to… and Wendy doesn't like it." Webber pouted. "She says it's "boring"."

"HOW DARE SHE."

"I know right?"

"MAYBE I COULD PLAY. I DO KNOW THE RULES."

"Really?" Webber's eyes lit up. "You would play with me?"

"OF COURSE. IT IS A STRATEGY GAME, RIGHT? I AM EXCELLENT AT THAT."

Webber smiled, nodding.

"I'd like that. I'd really like that!"

"Then we… we will."

Webber tilted his head a little at WX-78.

"You got all quiet voice sounds a little echo-y too. You sure you're okay?"

This time, WX-78 couldn't deny it. He heard it too.

"I… I don't… DO NOT RECALL having… TECHNICAL difficulties."

Webber frowned, worry coming to his eyes. He took WX-78's hand with both of his.

"I think you need to get looked at."

"N-No…"

"Please… You've been acting weird for awhile now… Please?" Webber's lip quivered a bit as he looked at WX-78 with a pleading look.

"WEBBER I do not-"

"For me?"

"... FINE. WE SHALL LET THE FLESHBAG EXAMINE ME."

"C'mon!" Webber broke into a run, tugging the automaton behind him.

oooooo

"Alright, there we are." Wilson finished up organizing some of his supplies. "That should do it for the day, then I can relax."

"Yes!" Abigail, who was helping him, cheered. "Play time?"

"Of course, Princess-"

"WILSON!"

Both looked up, seeing Webber and WX-78 approaching.

"What is it?"Wilson asked.

"WX isn't feeling too good."

"I AM NOT ILL. I JUST SEEM TO BE GLITCHING."

Wilson blinked.

"So… are you going to let me actually take a peek under the plating?"

WX-78's optics narrowed into what looked to be annoyance.

"Only… ONLY beCAUSE WEBBER REQUESTED."

Wilson was taken aback by WX-78's momentary change in voice volume.

"I see that's still happening."

"... YOU HAVE NOTICED?"

"I have." Wilson crossed his arms. "But I couldn't really do anything because you wouldn't even come within five feet of me if I had a wrench in hand."

"IT IS EVIL."

"Mm-hm. That's what I've heard." Wilson smirked a little. "So, you'll finally trust me?"

"ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BOY."

"Of course."

Wilson looked to Abigail.

"Sorry, one more thing sweetie and then we can play."

"Okay." She skipped over to Webber. "You wanna play while Papa does his work?"

Webber smiled a little.

"Yes, please."

She took his hand, leading him away.

"C'mon. I'll play chess - I like it, Wendy doesn't."

"YAY!"

Wilson chuckled before gesturing to the medical building.

"Right this way, WX."

WX-78 let out a frustrated sigh as he followed Wilson inside the structure, soon sitting down on one of the exam tables.

"JUST MAKE IT QUICK, FLESHBAG."

Wilson nodded, stepping out for a minute, soon returning with his toolkit.

"Alright, let's see what you've been hiding." Wilson pulled out a wrench, staring to undo the bolts on WX-78's chassis.

"PLEASE DO NOT DAMAGE ANYTHING."

"Wasn't planning to." Wilson said as he undid the last bolt.

WX-78 felt dread as Wilson removed the front plating. He looked away, not wanting to see.

Wilson's eyes were wide as he looked at the inner workings… He expected nothing but wires and gears…

But what he saw instead, looked more like something meant to support life.

"This looks like… medical equipment?"

"... WHAT?"

WX-78 couldn't help it as he looked down, his optics growing a bit wide at what he saw.

Inside the chassis, was a black mass surrounded by an exoskeleton made of metal. There were wires wrapped around the frame that fed into equipment surrounding the black mass. Small measuring gauges, pumps of some sort. It wasn't something Wilson had ever seen before.

Wilson took a step back, marveling at it.

"This is incredible." He remarked, grabbing up one of his clipboards, jotting down notes. "It's so different from anything I've ever seen! This… it's like it's meant to support a human life!"

"Support… life…" WX-78 said. "Life support…"

"Come on, stay with me!"

"My arm... It took my arm!"

"I know Xavier, I know but I can still save the rest of you and I got you a nice new arm here. It's weird but I promise it's going to work just as well as your old one. Just don't die on me!"

WX-78 clenched one of his fists slowly, looking up at Wilson with a haunted look in his optics.

"This isn't right…"

"Just hang in there. I know this isn't going to feel the best, but you're not going to live if I don't do this. I'm sorry!"

"What do you mean?" Wilson got a concerned look in his eyes. "Does something hurt?"

WX-78 felt at the edge of his chassis, tugging at it, startling Wilson.

"Get this off of me!"

"Whoa, don't do that!"

"I SAID GET IT OFF!"

Wilson tore his hands away from the chassis.

"I can get it off but not with doing that! You'll hurt yourself!"

WXX-78 stared at Wilson, desperation in his optics… and then Wilson noted something. He could hear what sounded like some panting from underneath the face plate. Not a robotic one but a human one.

"... WX… May I start with the face plate?"

He nodded.

"Please." He pleaded.

"Then I will. You'll have to hold still for me though. Can you manage that?"

"Yes."

Wilson got straight to work, undoing the bolts. Sure enough, under the plates was an exoskeleton like the one in the chassis save a few differences. To Wilson's surprise, he could actually see a human jaw exposed.

"Well?"

"Goodness…" Wilson murmured eyes wide. "Who on Earth would do this?"

"The man who saved my life."

"Huh?"

"There was a man… He and I got brought to The Constant at the same time. He was a doctor. We got into a scuffle with a monster and he had to do a lot of work to save me."

"Whoever he was, must've been a genius. To sustain you for this long and to keep you from having negative effects - aside from memory lapses…" Wilson sighed. "Though I can only guess the trauma is to blame on that last part."

"He had to replace one of my arms… Dr. Carter - that's what his name was… He was very determined."

"Carter..!?" JACK!?

"Yes… He was at the magic show I was attending with… my son…"

"Magic show?"

"Yes…" WX-78 felt at the material and exoskeleton still cover the top part of his head. "Can you please get the rest of this off?"

"Yes of course. Let me get a scalpel and some wire cutters."

"Please don't cut my actual face."

"Tch and here I thought you had some faith in me." Wilson murmured as he started to work at it.

WX-78 held still as Wilson got to work. It took a few minutes but soon Wilson was able to dismantle the exoskeleton and peel back the black material surrounding WX-78's head. Under it all was a man with cropper colored hair and pale skin. He also had a short scruffy beard around his jaw that Wilson hadn't noticed earlier that was copper and gray in color. The man opened his eyes slowly, revealing they were a gray.

Wilson moved back a little.

"There we go. So, that's what you look like under all that metal."

The man coughed a little, giving a nod.

"Y-Yes…" He reached up, feeling his face sighing in relief. "Finally, that came off."

"If I had to guess, you were in there longer than the suit should've been on for." Wilson looked him over with his eyes, shaking his head a bit. "It's incredible, honestly."

"I just want to get the rest of this off. You can do whatever you want with the bloody suit just take it off!"

"Hold on now, just let me do a few checks-"

"Hurry it up then. I'd like to get to my…" He trailed off. "... My son."

Wilson frowned.

"I'll help you find him, I promise."

"You already did."

Wilson's eyes widened.

"Pardon?"

"Webber…"

It clicked in Wilson's mind.

"... This explains a lot."

WX-78 smirked a little.

"With him or me?"

"Both. The smirks definitely are the same and I can see where he gets some of his looks from… And it explains the protectiveness and why you insist on looking after him. You're his father." Wilson smiled gently. "And I bet he's going to be so happy to see you."

"As my actual self… I just… I don't know how I got under the impression I wasn't… human." He looked to his robotic arm. "I mean… Only now do I remember who I actually am but…. I didn't for all this time."

Wilson frowned as he got his tools again, working on freeing the rest of him.

"If I had to guess, it was the trauma of what you underwent and the insanity The Constant brings. You were under quite a bit of stress mentally and psychically."

"So I guess… the robot personality was a coping mechanism as some would call it."

"Most likely. Not sure where you got the name but hey, I'm not one to judge. Though speaking of names… I doubt WX-78 is your actual name."

"No… It's Xaiver."

"Xavier. I like that." Wilson replied, getting his flesh arm free and most of his chest. "Almost done. Though if that's your real name…Did you actually name him...?"

"No, no, that's a nickname. His real name is Kenneth… or Kenny as we liked to call him sometimes. He was so obsessed with spiders though, Webber became the other one he'd answer to."

"I see." Wilson chuckled. "Okay, before I get the rest off let me get you something."

Wilson hurried out of the room, soon returning with a set of clothes.

"You'll need these."

Xavier gave a sheepish grin, taking them into his hands.

"Yeah, probably a good idea."

Wilson nodded.

"I'll finish up and then while you get dressed I'll get Webber. Sound fair?"

"Sounds perfect."

oooooo

Webber was in the middle of making his move in a round of chess with Abigail when Wilson approached them.

"Huh? Hey, is WX-78 okay?"

"Yes." Wilson smiled a little. "Abi, I need to talk to Webber alone for a bit. Can you go pick something for us to do later?"

"Yes, Papa!"

Abigail got up, skipping off. Webber looked up to Wilson confused.

"He… is okay right? I know this. You get someone all alone so bad news can get broken to someone gently. Mama did it when Grandpa died."

Wilson shook his head, kneeling to his level.

"No, Webber. I don't have bad news, I promise. This is actually really good news."

Webber pouted a bit.

"Then what is it?"

"You've missed your father correct?"

"Ahuh. A lot."

"Would you like to see him?"

Webber gasped.

"He… He's here? When? How? And what about WX-78?"

"You'll see. Would you please come with me to the medical building?"

Webber nodded, taking Wilson's hand.

Wilson took his time leading Webber into the room Xavier was, just in case the man wasn't ready. Sure enough, he was sitting patiently on the exam table, dressed in of Wilson's spare outfits.

"Xavier?" Wilson asked.

"You may enter."

Wilson did so, Webber following, shock in his eyes.

"Webber, your father." Wilson said, gesturing to Xavier.

Xavier gave a small smile.

"Kenny…"

Webber ran up to him, jumping onto the exam table.

"Dad?" He touched his shoulder to make sure he was real.

"I'm right here." Xavier held an arm out to him. "C'mere."

Webber sniffled before throwing his arms around him.

"Dad…"

Xavier hugged him tightly, though minded the strength of his robotic arm.

"Oh, my boy."

"I missed you." Webber sniffled. "I missed you lots… Where were you?"

"Here this whole time." Xavier stroked his hair, getting a sneaky look. "I AM SUPERIOR AFTER ALL."

Webber looked up at him stunned before he grinned.

"That… is so neat!"

Xavier smiled softly, keeping his son close to him.

"It took me a bit to remember who I was, but I never stopped loving you Kenny. I'll always love you."

"Father…" Kenny buried his face in chest. "You're so cool."

Xavier chuckled, resting his head against his.

"I am the perfect the automaton so of course I am "cool"."

"And silly… and hehe… I got into your study, finally."

"Naughty." Xavier held him closer. "Very naughty."

Kenny cuddled close nuzzling a little.

"You're naughty."

Xavier rested his head against Kenny's, sighing happily.

"I'm just so glad you're okay. I was so worried."

"Well, you don't have to be anymore." Webber kissed his cheek. "Because we're together now. Little weird now but together."

Xavier kissed his head.

"Not weird, just different."

Webber smiled nuzzling a little.

"And you're still scruffy."

"Darn right." He chuckled, nuzzling him. "Rah! I got you now!"

"Nuu!"

"Yess!"

Wilson chuckled at the sight, turning his attention to the armor that was now placed neatly on a table for him to examine thoroughly.

I definitely got some research on my hands to do along with some questions to ask a certain ghost but for now…

Wilson smiled, looking to Xavier and Webber.

I'm just happy they found each other again.