Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this crap before. I DO own Jonny Wily. If you'd like to use him in a fic, just tell me.

A Wily tale, the beginning.

Part 15

As they approached the castle Dr. Wily signaled the doors to open and landed the Skullker inside like a pro. Jonny had only gotten used to driving the blasted thing about five minutes before he got the old man out of jail. If he had tried it he most likely would've skidded across the docking bay and crashed into the steel reinforced walls.

Once the old man had stepped out of the grim looking vehicle and looked over to see that Yellow Devil and Mech Dragon had beaten them back to the castle and were awaiting new orders from Doctor Wily. Jonny followed his grandfather as he exited the Skullker, his helmet under his arm.

"Okay Gramps, I want answers." Jonny said. He was tired of the silent treatment he had gotten on the way here to the castle.

"What ever could you mean my boy?" Dr. Wily asked innocently. A little too innocently.

"Like how the security systems didn't fill me full of holes? Or why those Metools let me in this place and showed me around?" Jonny demanded.

Dr. Wily cleared his throat. He didn't like these long explanations. "One thing I've always been good at is covering my own back my boy. Among all the contingency plans I have in my database is one involving you. After I heard that your parents were murdered in cold blood and that you had survived I knew there was a chance you would seek me out. For revenge, desire to see your last surviving family member some other baggage. And if I was incarcerated at the time I had to make sure you would make it inside and get the incentive to make the correct plan. Given this plan was a little shaky I am pleased to say it worked out flawlessly."

"Is that all I was to you 'Gramps'?" Jonny spat at the old man as he subconsciously clenched his hand around the rim of his armor's helmet. "Just some tool to be used like one your robots?"

Dr. Wily frowned but kept his calm demeanor. "Yes and no my boy. You were a part in one of my plans. However I would never throw my only grandson to the wind."

Jonny raised an eyebrow at that last comment. "How do I know I can take anything you say seriously? You aren't well known for being a man of your word."

Dr. Wily tried his best at a charming smile and patted Jonny's armored shoulder. "I promise my boy I'd never harm a hair on your head. Besides, I can teach you things no one else could."

Jonny's face retained it's irritated look. There was nothing in his mind that this old man could say or do that would inspire anything resembling trust in the young man.

Dr. Wily was about to say something else when the alarm went off. Something was coming towards the castle. When Dr. Wily got a better look at the screen a sneer appeared under Wily's bristly mustache. "Well, looks like we have a visitor."

"Oh?" Jonny asked. Who would visit this old coot?

Dr. Wily only smirked and opened the huge gate that they themselves had just passed through. What appeared to Jonny like a darker version of Mega man and Rush blazed inside and landed. The canine looked like a purple robotic wolf with a mane that looked to resemble raised fur. Regardless it was the hateful glare from the canine unit that made Jonny's skin crawl. The humanoid robot was built very much like Mega man with a few differences. He wore a black chest plate with yellowish orange trim at the shoulders and a blue gem of unknown specification. His helmet was black with what Jonny could only guess were fins that stretched down in an arc to the back of his chest plate. The inside of these 'fins' as well as his boots were detailed with the same yellowish orange that was on his shoulder protectors.

"Welcome back Bass." Dr. Wily said with a very uninterested tone. "To what do I owe the displeasure of this visit?"

"Can it Wily." The robot spat. "I'm only here for you to give Treble some repairs."

"And what makes you think I'll give your mongrel anything besides a kick in the face?" Dr. Wily shot back. "I'm not doing anything for you as long you give me that attitude."

Bass snorted and looked over at Jonny. "What's that? Another addition in your long line of failures Wily?" Bass said as he pointed to Jonny. There wasn't a single shred of respect in Bass's tone.

"THAT, my over ambitious creation, is my grandson." Wily said, a superior smirk on his face.

This information was news to Bass. In an instant the Wily bot was a mere inch from Jonny's face. His dark eyes scanning every centimeter of Jonny's face. Jonny tired to take a step back but Bass took a step forward so he was still the same unnerving distance.

After a few unbearable moments Bass snorted and turned away from Jonny. "I'm sure he'll be as much a failure as you. I'm sure he can't even fix toast."

Jonny gritted his teeth. He had only met this robot a minute ago and he already disliked him greatly. More than that he had insulted Jonny's knowledge of robotics despite the fact that he had created the armor, reactivated the Guardians, AND busted Dr. Wily out of a maximum security prison!

"Couldn't fix toast eh?" Jonny said. His anger clearly visible to everyone. "I bet I could fix him blindfolded!"

Bass laughed. "Yeah right Junior. I may not trust the old man over there but at least I know he does a decent job."

Jonny was about to protest further but Dr. Wily spoke up first. "Have your mongrel report to my lab. I will make the necessary repairs for you. This time."

Bass smirked. He loved it when he got his way when he and his creator would argue like that. "Then get on it doc. I want to be out there as soon as possible. Mega man isn't destroying himself."

"If only that were true..." Dr. Wily sighed as he led the robotic wolf into the hallway. Jonny had seen little reason to stay with Bass and had gone with his grandfather to the lab.

Jonny felt a twinge of awe as he entered the lab. Compared to Dr. Light's lab this place was huge! There was just about every piece of equipment here for making robots. Industrial strength metal cutters, at least fifteen tool chests, scanners, five piles of spare parts... And that's just the beginning of the long list. Jonny walked over to help Treble up to one of the examination tables, a simple act that he had done countless times with Rush when he needed tune ups or repairs. The only thing that Treble gave him for the trouble of lifting the heavy robotic wolf onto the table was a snap at his hands and a loud angry growl.

Dr. Wily laughed as Jonny counted his fingers to make sure none of them were missing. "Treble is quite ill tempered yes?"

Jonny's only response was an irritated sneer. Even after he had sworn not to harm Jonny he still the old man difficult to be around. Still the old guy was a master at his work. He isolated the problem, fixed it, replaced a few out of date parts and closed Treble up in a matter of minutes. During that time he didn't even look up from what he was doing. It was like he was completely absorbed in his work. The very second he closed Treble's casing the wolf leapt off the table and ran back to his master. Leaving Wily with a very irritated look on his face.

"Ungrateful little beast..." Wily muttered as he shot a glare over to the Metools who had walked into the lab. "Put the tools away. And do it right this time!"

The Metools nodded and hurriedly began to go about the task assigned to them.

"They seem capable of doing something as simple at putting away tools." Jonny said. He was looking at the Metools and not his grandfather. "Do they have a habit of making mistakes?"

"It's not that they can not do their job it is more that they cannot do their job right." Dr. Wily explained. "They put the wrong tools in the wrong place. They mix up socket wrenches with the crescent wrenches, one time they put my favorite welding torch in where I keep the nuts and bolts."

Jonny could only smirk at that. It was a comforting thought to know that the old guy had problems of his own. 'Nice to know that his life isn't exactly comfortable in this castle.'

Jonny followed as Dr. Wily returned to the landing bay where Bass had been kept waiting. And he hated waiting. Still the sight of Treble ready and willing to serve him once more was something to light his mood.

Bass sneered as both generations of the Wily family approached him. "About time old man, I was starting to get the idea that you liked making me wait out here."

"If only to spite you Bass." Dr. Wily shot back. "Now get out. And try not to get killed. I don't want to have to have to put you back together."

Bass got what the aging doctor meant. He didn't want to think of what Wily would do to him if he got the chance to fool around with his parts. Or worse yet his central processor. "Just open the doors Wily. I want to leave just as much as you want to see me gone."

Wily walked over to the terminal and with a few keystrokes the doors opened. Without another word Bass glared down at Treble. The robotic wolf nodded his head and changed to jet mode. The second Bass leapt onto Treble they were airborne and in no time they were little more than a dot in the sky.

'Now that I'm out I can continue to work on my latest project.' Dr. Wily thought as he closed the doors. 'And once it's completed you will no longer be needed Bass. I will take pleasure in taking you apart on that day.'

To be continued...