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Rubbing his sleep-riddled eyes the Doctor smiled down at the glowing liquid in front of him. He had lost three day's worth of sleep over his experiment but it was finally finished and the result was undeniable. The liquid pulsed slightly as he swirled it around the glass beaker, pieces of plant matter and other unusual substances broke the surface of the murky yellow substance as he heated it over the roaring flame of a Bunsen burner. As the solution reached boiling point took a small envelope from his jacket pocket and opened it using the tip of the envelope as a funnel to accurately add all of what looked like fine flakes of metal to the beaker. They sparkled magically and the chemicals fizzed as they made contact with the additional rare metal now swirling in the viscous mix. The fizzing became more violent in nature; foaming bubbles began breaking the surface of the liquid making it look somewhat like an atomic drink of pure energy. As he took it off the heat and set it down in a cradle, he watched it for a moment as the substance turned a rather unappealing hue of brown. He smiled to himself not wasting a moment more as he added the mixture to a distillery, heating it once again to boiling point. He watched steam rise as the liquid began evaporating before it travelled along the glass coil, cooling down with each turn of the corkscrew. This time the resulting liquid was pure and clear as is slowly dripped down into the awaiting bottle. Instead of being a thick syrup like before it seemed to have lost some of its viscosity making it thin and free-flowing like water. Yet its viscosity wasn't the only thing that had changed, it was now beautifully clear. It was the same colour of liquid gold and glittered slightly as he held it up to the light with a smile. Quickly corking it he carefully labelled the bottle before he put it back down on his workbench happy that his work was finally finished.

He had planned on simply creeping into Susan's room and placing the bottle on her dresser before he too retired back to bed but he could see that it would be a problem. You see the bottle was a 'Susan size portion' and so was just about the same size as the good doctor himself. He couldn't simply roll it in across the floor and leave it on the floor, what if she stepped on it? No that wasn't an option he couldn't let his work get ruined like that. He had to think up a way of transporting the bottle safely and quietly so as not to alert anyone to what he was doing. He didn't want to wake Susan as he had a feeling she was still rather miffed at him from the night before. However, all sins would be forgiven though once she discovered his creation. His antenna twitched in anticipation as he began to think of ways to transport the massive bottle. It would have to be a quiet method as he couldn't have B.O.B or Link knowing either. Though B.O.B was quite literally brainless as well as being utterly clueless he still couldn't risk him finding out. The fact of the matter being that B.O.B is an impossible idiot and couldn't keep a secret to save his life. He often wondered just how the blob-like creature could function; in his darker days, he would have had no qualms about dissecting and experimenting on the poor fool. Not now though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did. B.O.B had reached some form of sentience and besides he was one of the few 'people' in this world he could call a friend. He might be an idiot and totally oblivious to almost everything, but he was a loyal friend nonetheless. That was enough to stave off the burning curiosity he felt to investigate how B.O.B functioned without a brain, nervous system or bones. From observations and hours of talking in infuriating circles, the Doctor figured that B.O.B was in many ways like the common Jellyfish except without a brain. He figured his friend ran on a series of impulses, the need to eat, the need to sleep and apparently the need to be incredibly annoying as well. Electrical impulses seemed to be the key; B.O.B. sparkled as they danced through the ooze that made up his body. Perhaps cell memory had something to do with it as well, whatever raw ingredients had been before B.O.B had been created something that remembered being alive. He highly doubted either the Tomato or the ranch dressing had possessed any kind of sentience before the accident in which B.O.B. was created. Instead, the doctor figured that his friend must have been cross-contaminated with human cells, most likely shed by the scientists working on him. After all one cell contains enough genetic information to fill a computer so it was little wonder that some type of life had been created. Two or three of the cells could be the difference between creating a slobbering idiot and an intelligent being. B.O.B. however seemed to have received one too few of these precious cells and was somewhere between being a useless cretin and a valuable member of society. Thinking about the improbability of B.O.B's origins made his brain hurt and that was a hard thing to do. Not even the ins and outs of quantum mechanics and some vastly complicated new theorems of string theory made his brain hurt. Yet here he was massaging his temples to relieve the tension he felt just thinking about the improbability of B.O.B's creation because nothing is impossible only highly improbable.

Then there came the subject of the missing link or 'Link' as he was known to his friends. Unlike his brainless associate did possess mediocre intelligence; however he wasn't exactly Mensa material so was hardly an intellectual match for the brilliant doctor. Though he was well-built and muscular the old monster was out of shape and you could clearly see a rubber tire of fat around his midsection. The years hadn't exactly been kind to the pre-historic monstrosity and his current form didn't exactly help him feel any less ancient. Yet again Doctor Cockroach felt the need to dissect his monstrous cohorts, but he knew he would lose the inevitable war with his conscience. Instead, he simply settled on stealing a few scales from Link while he slept as this would provide enough genetic material for him to study for a while at least. The almost deformed creature was half ape and half reptile or perhaps fish, of which he wasn't quite sure. The link seemed to be related to the Gorgonopsians of the Permian Era. Gorgonopsians were the 'mammal-like reptiles' who made the jump from sea to land in the pre-Jurassic period. He presumed that Link was the first of his species that had begun to take on Hominid traits. His skull and skeletal structure were quite close to that of an ape yet his scales, tail and fins and spines of a lizard. If Link hadn't been frozen then the human race might look very different today, perhaps looking more like lizards than anything else. It was defiantly an interesting subject and Link would provide a great deal of knowledge on the origin of species.

The Doctor couldn't help but smile to himself as he imagined the human race looking like the 'lizard people' from various pieces of science fiction. "Nerd" he whispered to himself with a chuckle as he began to plan decoding Link's DNA no that would have to wait. The bottle of golden nectar glistened from the workbench as if it was calling him like a siren. "Drink me" it whispered "Drink me", he shook these thoughts from his head quelling the seductive voice of the liquor. He hadn't made it for him, he had made it for Susan. It was designed to react with her DNA and hers alone, drinking it himself would be a waste of the wonderful liquid that could very well be the key to his future happiness.

He sighed to himself, running a hand over his feelers, pushing them back, flat against his skull as one would do as if slicking back his hair. That was one thing he missed about being human, having hair. He knew it would look odd if hair sprouted from his cockroach head but he couldn't help but wish he wasn't bald as then he might look slightly more appealing to the finer sex. Yet he knew it would be a redundant effort as no woman in her right mind would love a monster like him. No one would want to be ravaged and feel the entirety of his lust upon their flesh. No woman would want to feel his feverishly passionate kisses against their flesh as he worshipped every inch of their skin. Because to the world, he was a cockroach, a freak and an abomination that was only kept around because of his reoccurring habit of saving the world. A hero one minute and a Monster the next. He hated how fickle people could be but it was much more than that. He hated that no one would even try to see the man inside the monster. No one wanted to see the true beauty of the beast and for that, he knew he would always hate mankind just a little.

He sighed again taking off his lab coat, tying the arms around his neck making it look like a child's interpretation of a superhero's cape. He fastened the bottom button around his chest creating a pocket between himself and the fabric. He then picked up the large bottle that was sitting on his lab desk and slid it into the newly made pocket, tightening the arms of his coat again to fasten a tight hold on the bottle. That was part one of his plan down, now all he had to do is sneak into Susan's room and place the bottle on her dresser. He knew it wouldn't be easy climbing the walls with all the extra weight on his back setting him off balance. He quickly kicked off his shoes, not bothering to unlace them as time was of the essence. As quickly as he could he scuttled along the floor and with effort prized open the door to Susan's cell. A smile formed on his face as the sound of gentle snoring greeted him. He began the arduous task of climbing up the side of her dresser which was of course Susan's size so it felt rather like scaling Mount Everest.

Once he reached the summit he was greeted by an assortment of Susan-sized pieces of jewellery along with a huge mirror that was mounted on a swivel hinge. He walked over to the mirror and stared blankly at his reflection as if waiting for it to move. Of course, it didn't but he still felt strangely weary of the large silver glass. He realized that it was because he hadn't seen his reflection in at least a decade or so. It wasn't as if he was avoiding his reflection but as he was part cockroach his personal appearance barely ever altered. Over the last twenty years, the only thing that had changed was his pencil-thin moustache. He had grown it out incorporating a Goatee into his look. It had worked for a few weeks but as he literally lived of a diet of garbage he found that pieces of rotting food stuffs stuck to it a bit too well. He found that his new beard had begun to attract pests; oh he didn't mind the bugs. Being a bug himself only felt right when he had a few roaches rolling around in his lab coat pocket it was the other pests however that posed a problem. He remembered the day he decided to shave off the beard once and for all. He had been rather bored and had decided for some reason to test if bees were immune to diseases such as the common cold and the measles. The experiment went rather well but before he could administer a cure he was attacked by a pigeon, attracted to pieces of food debris in his beard. He almost lost an eye that day and to make things worse the virus he had been infecting the bees with mutated before he had a chance to administer an antidote. It would seem that the good doctor was solely to blame for the decrease in bee population as the virus caused colony collapse disorder. He still felt rather guilty about that particular piece of his past as he was still trying to come up with a cure, however, every time he managed to replicate an antivirus it would mutate again and become immune. That day he shaved off his beard once and for all and decided that he wouldn't waste his time with such trivialities as his personal aesthetics while the virus was still about. That had been the last time he had studied his reflection in any type of detail and now as he stared into the silvery glass he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart about the innocent insect lives that has been lost because of him. Suddenly something caught his attention in the mirror's reflection. He froze on the spot as he saw movement, unsure of where it was coming from exactly as all he could see was its mirror image. His body screamed for him to run, to scuttle away through a crack in the floor boards, yet he fought against his instincts and stayed stock still watching and waiting.

Susan rolled over in bed, blissfully unaware that she wasn't the only one in the room. Her mind was clouded with the pleasantness that only deep sleep can bring and she let out a beautifully melodic sigh of contentment that sounded almost like a hum.

"The song of an angel" a voice responded in the Doctor's head as a single shiver ran up his spine. He wished he could coax such sweet noises from her lips, to make her moan and purr in blissful response to his actions. When she made noises like that his body responded in the only way it knew how and he fell all hard and soft at the same time. He felt as if he could simply melt away but not before he had to rather awkwardly re-adjust his trousers. This matter was awkward and rather embracing at the best of times but was only made worse by the fact that one of his hands was still holding the glass vial. He removed the vial from the improvised backpack, placing it down on Susan's dresser and swivelling it around so she would be able to see the label.

From his new vantage point, he could see Susan's unconscious body on the bed. Her chest rose and fell slowly indicating that she was still, thankfully deep in REM sleep. She really did look like a goddess; her face was calm and serene. She had thrown the sheets from herself in her sleep and so he had an undisturbed view of her. He made a mental note that she was still wearing the same nightgown as earlier and hadn't changed out of it despite his comments. He also noted that it had ridden up slightly so he could see the toned flesh of one of her thighs. One of Susan's hands lay lifeless on the bed next to her while the other lay on the nape of her bare and beautiful neck. He shifted uncomfortably, he felt like a pervert just watching her in the dark like this but he couldn't help it she was just so beautiful that he couldn't help but be transfixed by her. He froze once more as he saw her stir once again in her sleep still unaware of the intruder in her room.

This time however Susan didn't roll over, however, the hand that had been at her neck snaked down towards her ample bosom. It stopped for a few seconds at the beginning of her cleavage before her fingertips danced greedily over her right breast. Her body seemed to respond to this right away and her back arched away from the bed a little as Susan let out a small moan. "OH Doctor Cockroach!," Susan said in her sleep with a rather pleasing moan before her hand became still upon her breast and she drifted back into her rather sensual dream.

The good doctor couldn't believe what he had just seen, what he had just heard. It was evident that she was dreaming about him but that moan and her hand. He felt as if his mind would explode as he tried to process this new information. He couldn't quite seem to get his head around it and simply stood there slack-jawed for a few moments before collecting his thoughts. Evidently, he was in her dreams tonight and if that moan was anything to judge the dream about it was a very interesting one at that. He memorized exactly how she looked when she had moaned and how her mouth moved when his name had left her exquisite lips.

He didn't remember how he managed to get off the dresser; he was too preoccupied with replaying the scene over and over in his head analyzing every detail. He seemed to snap out of it just as his feet lead him on autopilot out of the door, shutting it silently behind him. He stayed that way in awed silence all the way to his room, not trying to hide the goofy smitten look plastered over his face. Perhaps there was hope for him and Susan after all.