A Wily tale, the beginning.
Part 19
The next thing Treble saw when he awoke was Jonny in front of him looking very tired and very dirty. The young man was now the only one in the room and was drenched in sweat and his clothes were covered in oil and grease stains. Clearly he had done more than just fix Treble. Other wise Dr. Wily would still be in the room and still typing at his console.
"How do you feel Treble?" Jonny asked, giving the robot wolf a pat on the head with a freshly cleaned hand.
Treble showed Jonny that he still didn't like him very much by pushing his hand away with his head. Treble stood up and ran a diagnostic, gladly finding that all his injuries had been repaired and nothing had been altered. He turned back to Jonny and stared at him.
Jonny felt uncomfortable under the wolf's gaze. Had he done something wrong? His worries were put to rest as Treble sat on the table and wagged his tail. Jonny smiled. Treble may not quite like him yet but the young felt that he respected him now.
Treble hopped off the table and shook the same way a real canine would as if it were shaking water out of it's fur. In Treble's case this was just to make sure nothing was loosely attached. Satisfied that nothing had come off Treble looked back at Jonny.
"I had to help Gramps finish the robot masters before I could reactivate you. I tried to reason with him but he demanded it." The young man gritted his teeth as he thought back on how the old fart had griped when he had finished with Treble. It was as if he had been spying on him without looking away from his screen.
Treble looked over to the wall to see eight of Dr. Wily's old failures. Apparently the old man had not had time to design new models and had fallen back on these models. Two of which, Tengu man and Guts man by name had failed him both on two separate occasions.
"Gramps said he wanted to revive these old models. Since they're all from different series of Robot masters They may not have compatible weaknesses." Jonny then leaned in close to Treble so only he could hear. Dr. Wily was no longer present but why take chances? "However I may correct that later. I was the one who helped him build these things, I could come up with weaknesses that would allow someone to beat these things."
Treble fanged a small grin. This human may not be so bad after all. He didn't like Dr. Wily and that always sat well with Treble. There was something about this young man that reminded him of Bass. He couldn't explain it, but he was beginning to feel a lot more comfortable being around Jonny.
Roll was sitting on the couch staring out the window as she always did whenever Mega man and Rush left on a mission. Roll hated to see her brother go fight but she knew that Mega man had little choice. If he didn't fight innocent people would get hurt.
Roll sighed as she looked up at the clouds, her mind drifting to thoughts of Jonny. And as she did questions seemed to appear. Where was he? Was he okay? Would he come back? Roll now thought of the young man as a part of her family and his absence pained her. The housekeeping robot softly shook her head as if to rid herself of these thoughts. However she knew they would return in time. Roll slumped against the couch and closed her eyes. Maybe if she went into sleep mode Mega man and Rush would be back safe and sound. Roll didn't get to 'sleep' long as the loud sound of the front door slamming snapped her out of sleep mode.
Roll leapt up and ran to hallway just in time to see Mega man running past her and into the lab, an injured robo dog in his arm. Roll followed her brother and gasped at the sight of Rush who had been lain on the examining table.
"Mega man... Did Bass do this?" Roll sniffed as she patted Rush on the head, earning a few weak licks on the back on the hand.
"No Father, Treble was the one that did this. Can you help him?" Mega man asked. His eyes pleading with the old man to say yes. He didn't know what he'd do without Rush.
"I believe I can, but I will need to get a better look to say for sure." Dr. Light said as he turned to gather his tools. "A doctor can't make an accurate diagnosis."
Mega man let out a relieved breath. His nerves began to settle as he watched Dr. Light gently peel back the gashes in Rush's chassis to get a better look.
"Rush can you move this foot for me?" Dr. Light asked as he lightly tapped on Rush's front left paw with his wrench. Rush responded by twitching the wounded appendage but only after giving a few whimpers.
"Hmm... Seemed a bit jerky." Dr. Light muttered to himself as he stroked his cottony beard. "You need not worry Rock my boy, Rush should be just fine. I don't see any thing that would be irreparable. However it will be a few days until Rush is up and walking around."
Mega man smiled and patted Rush on the forehead. "You hear that boy? You're going to be just fine."
Rush smiled and wagged his tail. He was a little surprised that his tail of all things worked just fine.
Mega man smiled and left the lab. Thinking it best to give Dr. Light room to work. Besides if he had stayed he would just get in the way. Roll was Dr. Light's assistant now, not him. She could always give Rush more comfort than he could.
Almost on cue Roll walked up to her brother holding her hands to her chest as if she was praying for Rush's well being and a worried look on her face. "Is Rush going to be okay?"
Mega man nodded and gave the blonde haired robot girl a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Dr. Light said he'll be fine but I think he wouldn't mind if you gave him a hand."
Roll relaxed and gave her brother a hug. Before she hurried into the lab she added; "I wish you didn't have to fight..."
Mega man's smile melted into a sad frown. "Me too Roll... Me too..."
To be continued...