CB: Does anyone even read the authors notes? Disclaimer: I do not own Megaman or any products of Capcom.

Her eyes slowly fluttered as sunlight poured in from her window. She slowly sat up. Letting her unbound hair cascade down the back of her pink night-gown, making a slight noise as her bare feet came in contact with the floor. She slowly got dressed, and when she opened the door, she found Rock waiting for her.

"Good morning Roll." He greeted.

"Oh, good morning Rock. What are you doing outside my door?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

Roll sighed. "This is about Forte, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"Don't worry. He's in a guest room, and he has agreed to help, at least until this is all done and over with."

"Oh, good. Also, what were you doing there in the first place?"

"I… was trying to see if he really was all that bad."

"What did you find out?"

"He really isn't. His hatred seems to stem from something he doesn't understand."

"Huh. Wonder what it is."

"So do I. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower."

"You have to be kidding me." Blues commented.

"I kid you not." Wily replied as he took another sip of coffee.

They stood in the main lab, off to the side, while Dr. Light was cross examining the schematics of Axeman and X.

"But how is that possible." Blues asked.

"Well, time travel isn't really possible in the sense that most people believe. You see, most people believe that only one timeline exists, this simply isn't true. For every moment in time, a thousand alternate timelines exist."

"You mean like, one where some guy died and another where he didn't?"

"Yes, but, it's much more complex than that. An entire timeline can be created based on the most miniscule of things. Heck, one timeline could be created based on a grain of sand in the Sahara desert that moved a micro-millimeter to the left, and another on how it moved to the right."

"But how would that explain away a paradox?"

"Ah yes, that's where people always get stuck at. Again, it's only because people don't understand how time travel really works. People always assume that, if you were to go back in time and change something, then it would be changed in there own time, and they never would have went back in time in the first place, or they think that meeting yourself would be bad. But, throw in alternate timelines, and it becomes so much easier."

"Explain."

"You see, it is impossible to actually move through time and ever meet yourself. Instead, when you time travel, you don't actually move through your own timeline, you really just jump from one timeline to the next, and each timeline moves at a different pace. So, when you want to go back in time, you just pick a timeline that is currently t a place you want to be."

"But wouldn't that destroy one of the timelines?" Blues asked skeptically. "The laws of conservation of mass and of energy state that energy can never be created or destroyed, just converted from one form into another. So wouldn't introducing more of either have cataclysmic consequences?"

"Destroy an infinite universe? Yeah right. When you jump, you aren't introducing more of either, instead, you are replacing what you take out, and whatever you take out, replaces you. When you jump back, both go to their original timelines."

"What could be used as a replacement?" Blues asked.

"Anything really, as long as enough of it is there for an equivalent exchange. It could be a tree, a lot of grass, plasma in space, even another living being."

"So nothing that could be done would really affect either timeline." Blues reasoned.

"Well whatever timeline you messed with would certainly be messes up, and anything you pull into your original timeline and didn't put back might be able to mess with it." Albert explained.

"Albert." Thomas called as he approached. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt?"

"No, were just making small talk." Albert replied.

"I don't know much small talk that involves quantum mechanics." Dr. Light said.

"Rock once told me about a time when Wily did something with it, and I couldn't pass up the chance to ask how he did it." Blues explained.

"Ah yes, the time I…" Dr. Wily thought for a moment, "Oh, I can't seem to remember."

"How would you forget something like that?" Blues asked.

"Blues? I am over eighty. I'm allowed to be senile every one and awhile."

"Senility aside, I need your help Albert. I just discovered something very interesting."

"Dr. Light?" Blues asked.

"Yes Blues?"

"I need to contact someone, but I can't just teleport there right now, mind if I use the communicator?"

"Go right ahead, just be sure to use an encrypted signal."

Blues tapped several keys on the keyboard to send out the signal, and waited for the person on the other side reply.

The screen lighted up, and stood on the screen was a middle-aged man with reddish-brown hair and beard. "Oh, hello comrade Blues!" He said after a moment of surprise. "It has been quite a while since we last heard from you."

"Yeah, sorry Mikhail. Uncontrollable circumstances have prevented me from doing much."

"Which is code for Wily's up to his old tricks again," Dr. Cossack reasoned.

Blues smirked. "No, not old tricks."

Something he doesn't understand? Rock thought as he sat on the couch in the living room. He wore a blue t-shirt with blue jeans, out of his armor, but still in his color scheme.

What was it that Forte didn't understand? Then again, Rock himself wasn't sure how he always beat Forte. Every time they fought, Forte always came so close to winning, but when it came down to it, Rock always managed to come out on top. To the best of his knowledge, Rock only had two things that Forte didn't. The first was just more experience.

The problem with that was, even though Rock was older, Forte was still twice, nearly three times more powerful. He was faster, stronger, better armored, and had a quicker reaction time, so that should be able to compensate for the gap in experience.

The only other thing Rock had, was something to fight for. Never once had Rock ever fought without being provoked, and those fights were with Wily and his robot masters. Every time, the only thing that kept him going, was the knowledge that, if he were to fail, people would get hurt, the people he cared about would get hurt.

Was that what separated them? Why they fought? Rock knew that, when Forte fought, it was usually for a selfish desire to be known as the best, a matter of pride.

What would that mean now? If Dr. Light was right, and more robots as powerful as X were waiting to attack, what would forte's pride mean in a fight? Blues and himself had barely beat X together. Even then, Blues had to utilize his destabilized core, a process that was highly dangerous and easily fatal for Blues. Forte may be powerful, but they would still need to work together if they had any hope of succeeding.

A bark from the side drew him from his thoughts, and he looked over to see a red metallic dog with a metal ball in its mouth.

"Hey Rush, you wanna play?" Rock asked, as he got off the couch, glad for a short distraction.

His eyes shut open, and were greeted by the gray ceiling above him. Groaning slightly as his wounds from his last fight resurfaced, he slowly got out of bed. He looked over to see Gospel lying on the floor a few feet away, half awake, half asleep.

Gospel… he thought. That purple robotic wolf was the closest thing to a friend he had ever known. On a few occasions, Gospel had actually saved his life.

Deciding to let his sleep, Forte left the room on his own, but kept the door open so Gospel could get out later.

Carefully he descended the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with anyone. He felt relieved when he noticed that no one was in the living room. As he descended the stairs, he heard the faint sound of running water, and he assumed that someone was taking a shower in the upstairs washroom. Suddenly the water stopped, and a few minutes later Roll walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed, but still toweling her hair off.

"Hey Forte." She said once she noticed him down stairs. "I see you're finally up."

"It's only ten A.M." Forte replied after he checked his internal clock. "I haven't been out that long.

She giggled at him, "I'm just messing with you," she said as she walked down the stairs. "Have you found those healing packs?"

"No, I wouldn't know where to start looking."

"Oh, they're right over here." She explained as she walked over to a small metal box. She opened it, pulled out a canister, and tossed it at Forte. "Catch."

He did, quite easily. He then popped the needle on the top of the can, and injected it into his neck. Energy, or healing packs, are actually a mixture of the liquids that act as a robots blood, and several hundred nano machines which heal the body from the inside, then dissipate. "Thanks." He said.

"No problem." Roll said as she tossed her used towel into the laundry room. "So, what do you plan on doing today?"

"What do you mean? I'm going to do whatever is needed until the new robots are dealt with." Forte responded as if the answer should be obvious.

She sighed, "You do know that you aren't a servant here, right? You can still do whatever you want, just as long as you are here when you are needed."

"And for all we know, they could attack any minute now."

"Forte? Do you spend every day thinking that everyone is out to get you? If they were going to attack us at our home, if they even knew where we live, they would have attacked while we were asleep."

"A lot of people are after me, remember?"

"That was a year ago Forte, With all the stuff Wily did, you never got much coverage on the news. Very few people even know your name."

"But everyone knows my face."

"No, they no your armor design. So take it off, because you coming with me while I run my errands in the city." Roll said with a smirk.

"What?"

"You heard me." She said, her smile not diminishing in the least. "I need to go to the city, and I need you to go with me to act an escort in case any of them do attack."

"Couple of things wrong with that. One, I don't have any other clothes. Two, if I don't have my armor, I can't protect you. Three, Why don't you just take Rock or Blues with you?"

"One," She replied, "We have clothes that we keep her for Blues that he doesn't use. Two, we have a pod that, when you step into it, takes off your armor and teleports it to you when you need it. Three, those two have stuff they need to do here, and you pretty much just said you don't have anything else to do. Besides, you don't have to, I'm just asking you as a friend to."

"We're friends now?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Roll seemed hurt by the question. "Aren't we?"

Forte actually felt bad about hurting her like that. She had shown him nothing but kindness, and he did consider her a friend, but it seemed odd that they were friends.

"Well, yes but, shouldn't you hate me with how often I fight your brother?"

"Forte… I can't hate you just because you dislike my brother. Anyway, I think theirs more to the story than either of you know."

Again people talk in riddles… Forte thought. Still, he had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he couldn't outright deny the assessment.

"Alright" Forte said, "I'll go."

"Great!" She said with a sudden wide smile.

Forte sighed, she was a very confusing girl.

"What is it Tom?" Wily asked as he inspected the mark Thomas had found in the machinery.

It was odd; it looked like a W mixed with an L. Both of their symbols, on an odd red and blue background.

"I am not sure, but I have a feeling it has a meaning." Thomas explained.

"Hmm" Wily mused, "It would seem whoever made this robot, is posing as both of us."

"But who would do that? The only people that our names would have any meaning to know us by our faces."

"Well, maybe it just means that they are just trying to copy both of our styles. Those modifications that were made to accommodate his size certainly seemed like my work."

"But who would have access to both of our building styles? I have never released my information, and all of the robots you have built were all destroyed with the exception of Forte."

"Yes, speaking of the boy, where is he?" Wily asked without looking up from the mark.

"Ah, yes, I believe Roll wanted to take him with her as she went into the city." Dr. Light said.

"Hmph. I don't know why, he would never help anyone."

"Now Albert, he has agreed to help us." Thomas reminded him.

"Only because it benefits him." Albert countered, "He may protect her, but he won't help her."

Thomas sighed, "Let's just worry about what we can learn from."

"Do you expect me to believe this?" Dr. Cossack asked.

"I know you may find it hard to believe, but he really does have good intentions." Blues replied.

"He kidnapped my daughter…" Mikhail said.

"I know, but I know she forgives him."

"What?"

"Look, it would take even longer to explain-"

"Don't bother." Dr. Cossack interrupted. "We will see for ourselves."

"What?" Blues asked.

"I do not trust Dr. Wily, so Kalinka and myself are going to come over to make sure he doesn't do anything. I hope Tom won't mind, but I need to make sure he doesn't do anything wrong."

"No, I don't think he would mind, but I'll go make sure."

"Good" Dr. Cossack said as he turned off the communicator.

Blues sighed, this just got more and more complicated.

CB: Wow. I just keep making these things longer. Just so you all know, yes that is why I haven't updated recently. The site says I have been updating, but that's because I repeatedly uploaded the last chapter because it kept on dissipearing, and as I update this, an announcement that explains the problem shows up. Wish I would have known about that earlier. Read and review, and tell me what you think about the story so far