A/N: Ah... juggling this a One True Heir... ah, the glory of having to remember all these personalities. Also, if you guys haven't checked out OTH (OTH... not a bad acronym...) it's pretty neat ;P

Wilson's POV

"I haven't seen much fighting from you two lately," I commented to WX. We were traveling through the grasslands where the bees were, more enjoying the weather than actually doing something productive. The robot shrugged.

"IT WOULD BE PATHETIC OF ME TO ATTACK A CRIPPLED CHILD," he murmured. "DESPITE THE FACT THAT I WOULD WISH TO. IT WOULD BE STOOPING TO A... WEAK LEVEL. ALL I AM SAYING IS I AM BETTER THAN THAT." He examined his hands closely. The night before he had accidentally slashed apart the metal on his right palm, but it seemed to have started to heal by some form of... dare I say it... magic. Perhaps there is a scientific explanation to it. The rational part of my mind rambled. Perhaps the world is stuck in a sort of permanent flux that causes things that would not normally happen in our world to be normal.

Whether is was this or just he was doing something behind the scenes was beyond me. Either way he seemed rather pleased as the condition of the wound. He cupped his hands together before continuing. "WHEN DO YOU THINK HE'LL BE WALKING AGAIN?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Walking? I'm not sure... but fighting, that'll be awhile."

"I SAID NOTHING ABOUT FIGHTING."

"You were thinking it."

"I HIGHLY DOUBT THE LIKES OF YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITY OF THE MECHANICAL MIND."

I stifled a snort of laughter, which earned me a glare. "I'm sorry, you don't seem particularly... advanced."

"IF YOU HAD ANY IDEA OF MY ORIGINS, YOU WOULDN'T EVEN DARE SUGGEST THAT I AM TECHNOLOGICALLY IMPAIRED."

"I'm not suggesting you are technologically impaired," I protested. "I'm just saying the way you speak doesn't suggest you are of any greatest intelligence than we are."

"YOU ARE SAYING I AM OF YOUR LEVEL OF KNOWLEDGE? AND HOW IS THAT NOT TECHNOLOGICALLY IMPAIRED EXACTLY?"

I sighed. "Look. Maybe we should get off of this topic and back to the one at hand."

"RIGHT."

"Now I have to admit, he seems to be healing remarkably fast. It might be another factor of this world, such as the ability for you to heal. It seems to be in the same vein. Honestly, I'd love to do some more research on this world."

"I DON'T PLAN ON BEING HERE LONG ENOUGH TO FIND MUCH OUT ABOUT IT."

"Or perhaps this isn't another world?" I went on thoughtfully. "WX, have you considered the possibility of this being a dream?"

"HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY OF SHUTTING UP ANYTIME SOON?"

"Oh- sorry."

"ABOUT TIME," he muttered under his breath as a moment of silence went by.

Still. Perhaps it is just a simulation. Did someone hook me up to some sort of dream machine to examine my behavior in a scientifically illiterate world such as this? That would explain Webber... and the super fast healing. Wait no... that can't be. I got stung by a bee earlier... and it hurt!I felt a headache coming on. Uhg... I'm just one person. I can't hope to discover this world's secrets so easily by myself, and the likelihood of one of the other two helping is just about as likely as them becoming like, best friends so... yeah, that's not gonna happen anytime soon.

A noise far off in the distance caught my attention. "Hey... did you hear that?"

He snapped his gaze to me, looking frustrated that I, yet again, tried talking to him, and he opened his mouth to snap at me when he slammed it shut as the noise pierced the air again. "WHAT IS THAT?" He whispered.

"Hounds," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"...HOUNDS?"

"Yes hounds! Get your weapon out!" Slightly confused, the robot brought out his wood-chopping axe while I brandished a makeshift spear that I had been working on before I left earlier that day and stood back-to-back with him. "Come fight me you brutes!" I challenged as the howls grew louder and nearer.

The beasts became visible; a group of black beasts larger than any other dog breed I had ever seen with lolling pink tongues and sharp white teeth that reflected the sun. There were only four luckily, but that didn't subtract from the fact that they were big and probably wanted to eat us.

As the first one leaped towards my neck, I raised the spear and its own inertia buried the sharp end into it's shoulder. It howled and dropped back, snarling. Behind me, I heard the sickening crack of WX smashing the axe into one's head, and spraying us all in blood. I let out a noise of protest just as another one of the aggressors lunged forward and ripped the spear out of my hand. WX instantly saw my danger and swung his axe in a wide arc before cracking it across its neck. My assumption was that the fourth one had fled to a distinct lack of fourth hound.

"Is that it?" I wondered aloud. "It sounded like there was more."

"THERE MOST LIKELY IS MORE." A wild grin spread across his face.

"What do you-" I cut myself off, catching his meaning with a slightly panicked feel. "Webber!"

WX-78's POV

I waited a few seconds after Wilson disappeared to follow. My mind was no particular rush, but I found my feet carrying me faster until I, too, was running. Calm down! I silently yelled at myself. It's just the kid! Naturally, my mind was completely ignored.

To be honest, I really should have expected the sight I saw when I got back to camp, although I couldn't help a pang of relief- No! That's not relief... is disappointment! I thought furiously. Apparently I missed something though, because, quite amusingly, Wilson had done something to tick him off.

"We had it under control!" The spider protested as I broke through the tree line.

"There was four hounds! WX and I had to take two each!"

The look on Webber's face resembled that of someone who had bitten into something foul. Wilson let out a heavy sigh as though trying not to start something, then turned to see me standing behind him. "You got here awfully quickly," he commented. "You know, for someone who walked and doesn't care."

"HONESTLY. I DIDN'T RUN HERE TO CHECK ON HIM," I huffed. "I RAN BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD. ESPECIALLY IF HE HAD TO TAKE ON FOUR HIMSELF... BEING CRIPPLED AND ALL."

"We didn't even attack them." Webber snorted with a hint of laughter. "They just sat there staring at us until Wilson appeared. Still uneeded, by the way."

"There was no telling if they were actually going to attack you!"

"They were cowards. Don't get me wrong, we're flattered you two care." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"HE CARES."

"You care too," he replied instantly in a sing-song voice.

He didn't even flinch a I took a threatening step towards him.

"Did you just wake up?" Wilson asked, apparently trying to abruptly change the subject.

"We've been awake for an hour or two. Been completely bored though because... well, there's not much to do when you can walk. Next time you guys leave us, bring like, a couple of rabbits or something so we can do something productive, because you two still get queasy about gutting an animal."

"I DO NOT GET 'QUEASY'. SUCH A FEELING CANNOT EXIST FOR ME," I lied slightly. It was true it should not exist, but I was pretty sure that the feeling I had when he showed us how to prepare a rabbit was reminiscent to the feeling of queasiness.

"Whatever you say, WX. You aren't the best at lying, by the way, but we'll pretend we can't notice if that makes you feel better."

I scowled at him, but before I could retort Wilson stepped between us, completely ignoring the fact we were having a very nice discussion. He said nothing against either of us, and instead raised a hand and looked at me. "You heard him. Wanna go hunting?"

I nodded, thankful for something to do, though burning silently inside. As if I actually care what happens to him. Well...I shifted uncomfortably. I don't want him dead...

Yes I do! That is my whole purpose! I can't let it down!

I've already let it down. A surge of pure fury shot through me directed towards the kid. And it's all your fault! If it finds out that I'm growing attached to fleshlings... I shivered, personally not wanting to go through that. I'll be killed... right on the spot. All because of you...