A/N - this chapter was originally written in February 2018 and before I had made decisions to expand on Silver Shepherd so retroactive clarification. Silver does not wear his suit 24/7. His hair is shaggy, longer than most of the other egos and while the top was dyed red, it hasn't been in a while and the roots are growing through again. - Body type: swole - Broad chested, and while not like Captain America, he's built up a bit of muscle and definitely looks more so next to the bean pole that is Bim Trimmer.

The egos are gathered. A meeting has been called after the Googles found Ed Edgar's online ads attempting to sell not just his son, but each of them. They've been removed but the group needs to assess the damage that may have been done, and whether or not any of them are at risk. Thankfully Red removed them. They had just finished going over the ads to make sure there was nothing dangerous being revealed. Nothing of the sort. Just a few insults that left more than one scowling face glaring at Ed. Wilford is slumped in his seat muttering about how he isn't defective. Silver Shepherd, the 'glorified cosplayer' is glaring at the Texan, only barely held in his seat by Bim Trimmer's firm hand on his shoulder. Not that the 'hack' is any happier about this. My personal favorite though is how he was trying to get rid of the Jims.

Cats in human form - free to good home

"You didn't even ask for money!" Dr Iplier had exclaimed.

"Well maybe if they stopped sticking that dang camera in my face I would have pushed for a bit more!"

Dark finishes the meeting with assertions that should this happen again there will be consequences. He doesn't specify what those consequences might be but this is Dark. It's not that hard to figure out the kind of consequences that await the redneck.

"We're just lucky we took them down before somebody tried to buy one of us."

"Actually…" Everyone turns to look at Ed in shock as he speaks, "…I got an offer."

That catches everyone off guard and they all freeze. There's a beat of silence broken by an unsuitably excited Wilford who demands to know which one of them it was.

Ed says nothing, just turning to look. Everyone follows his line of sight. Bing doesn't like that everyone's looking at him. Suspecting he'll regret asking, he says what they're all thinking.

"How much?"

"…20 million."

The room erupts into chaos, everybody attempting to talk over each other, the tone's mostly angry but there is a touch of concern thrown in for what this means. Dark is trying to reign it in but not succeeding, especially since Wilford is, as usual, one of the loudest voices.

Google is drawn out of his consideration of what this means when the Host takes a firm hold of the droid's arm. He says nothing but points over to the now empty seat that Bing had been sat in not moments before. The door to the meeting room clunks shut. Nobody else has noticed.

Bing is limping down the corridor, not sure where he's going but he knows what's coming and he can't handle the other egos' questions right now. He needs to get away from them. Already he can feel the spasms of his lung, the glitches, the walls closing in. With a stumble, he falls against the wall, partially to the floor and is trying really hard to hold it together when he feels Google grab a hold of him and pull him back to his feet.

Google has sent a message to the others, telling them all to meet them in the clinic, wrapping Bing's arm around his neck, his own arm around Bing's chest and pulling Bing forward as they move with haste through the corridors. He tries to talk Bing through his breathing exercises and tells him to stop crying (emotions are really not his strong suit) but they're not helping. This is a bad one.

When they arrive at the clinic, the others are ready. It's not Bing's first panic attack. They cause severe problems because his physical body is responding to emotional distress that his mechanical parts just can't account for. One side is telling his body to panic while the other is fighting to keep things normal, and the two sides fight over which one is going to be heard.

Green hooks up the heart monitor, Red approaches with the sedative, and Oliver talks to Bing, doing his best to keep him calm while Google locks the door. The last thing they need right now is one of the others to walk in.

They both watch and hear, as the medication slowly manages to calm Bing's panic, having err'd on the side of caution so it didn't knock him out. Oliver's moved onto the breathing exercises now and Bing is finally able to follow them, a few tears still on his face but he's definitely back in control.

After a while, Google opens up Bing's chest, just to make sure nothing was damaged by the attack. Everything seems to be in place, except for the error messages that had flagged up in response into the panic attack. Everything's okay now.

"Goog?" Bing looks tired as he looks up at them all, though it's from more than just the medication.

"I know." Google says. Anyone willing to pay 20 million for a 'Bing-powered search engine droid' has to know there's something different about it. They have to know what Bing really is, maybe even who he is, and the thought of that was enough to launch the cyborg into a panic attack.

And enough to make all of the Googles concerned.