I do not own Bust-A-Groove/Move. I own the OC in this fic though...

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Everyone was gathered in the hospital room where Strike was grumbling in the bed.

"If you try to move then they'll have to tazer you to stay down." Kelly said.

"No kidding, for the past four days, you've been trying to make a break for it." Kitty-N shrugged.

Strike grumbled some more, "I think, I'd rather suffer jail than this..."

"Go ahead, no one's stopping you."

"Oh, Gas-O Chan!! You guys actually came!" Shorty shouted jumping onto him. Gas-O pryed her off.

"Yeah, thought we should." he said putting her down and holding her away from him as if she was something vile, "Don't ever jump on me, or end my name with CHAN ever, AGAIN."

"That's nice, but first of all... Who's WE??" Comet asked. Gas-O looked behind him and sighed. He reached out the door and dragged in a defiant Mika, who as soon as she entered the room, hid behind Gas-O.

"He's not going to jump at you, he's strapped down see?" Head said pointing to the thick leather belts that held the man down to the bed. Mika timidly peeked out from behind Gas-O and came out, setting a small vase with a daffodile inside of it. Before the ceramic touched the table it nearly swivelled off as Mika dashed out of the room.

Gas-O sighed shaking his head, "She's making a dash to the elevator I bet..."

"I would too." Hiro chuckled and checked his watch, "Ah nuts, my break's almost over.. Gotta get back to work..."

"I guess that explains your I ME t-shirt and jeans instead of your white suit...Thing." Frida was hiding her snickers behind Heat, who was also trying to conceal his laughter.

"Oh yeah, Hiro, I'll walk you out. Gotta talk to you." Gas-O said. Everyone rose their eyebrows suspiciously at him, "What?"

"Nothing, just gayness misunderstanding... Let's go." Hiro yawned walking out with him. They walked into the elevator and Gas-O clicked at the main floor button.

"So, did you get a chance to see what the content was in the files?" Hiro asked. Gas-O was quiet and nodded, "How was it?"

"... Honestly?" Hiro nodded, "It was..."

DING!

"Ne, Gas-O. are we going back now?" Mika asked as the door opened. Gas-O nodded

"If you wanna know more, come later tonight then." he said quickly under her breath and giving a short wave to Hiro, left.

"...That bastard didn't finish his sentence..." Hiro muttered and tucked his hands into his pockets, "I guess I better come later tonight..."

-0-0-

Gas-O was reading over the Terminated Project files that Hiro had gotten for him and was researching. Mika had retreated to her room to sleep. There were many projects, including ROBO-Z Model #001. He typed through a few of the files and came across a label.

"Military Intelligence Kombat Assailant." Gas-O read out, "Man, these guys really need to work on their abriviations..." he opened the file and clicked on DEVELOPMENT. A file popped up showing two pictures of children, one was a boy and the other was a girl. The file read that they were about eight years old and were picked up from unknown areas.

There were a few video clips and Gas-O clicked on the first one. It was of the girl and a few adults in white coats.

"Mom, turn on the speakers and filter out any other noises in the background. I wanna hear this conversation." he called.

"Right away." Voices came up on the speakers.

"So you see our situation here?" a man asked. The little girl nodded, "Good, so will you cooperate??"

"...I-"

Another man spoke up, "Do you really want to do this?"

The girl turned and peered through what looked like a glass wall, "... Yes..." All the men nodded to eachother and the video ended there.

Gas-O quickly clicked on the second clip. This time the girl was resting in bed, breathing heavily and coughing, a date on the video reading this was about a week later. The men from the first video came in, one of them was holding a syringe in his hand.

"You... You didn't tell me it would be this bad...!" the girl was still coughing occasionally and using her hand to cover her mouth. Gas-O saw there was faint trails of blood seeping through her fingers.

The man with the needle came up beside her and put his hand on her forhead, "Just breathe normally, it won't hurt. Stay calm."

Gas-O felt a kind of pressure building up behind his eyes and he rubbed his temples, pulling off his mask and goggles. After clearing his head a bit he continued to watch. The girl was squirming around, the man with a syringe injecting something to her eyes... The other men were taking notes while ignoring the screams and whimpers.

"7 days, and it seems the chemicals are taking effect." one said, "Hair has changed from dark brown to silver and eyes from blue to red."

"Possibly from the blood rushing?"

"No, it was-" the video was cut off and Gas-O, his hand hovering over the mouse, reluctantly clicked the last video.

"Stop her!!" the girl, her short silver hair was a bit messed up as she ran away from the men in the coats. One caught her by the arm and she thrashed.

"Let me go! Let me see him!!" she was screaming, "I need see him, I need to see for myself!!"

"We've told you, he's died. The experiment failed." the man was saying, "We can not lose you as a subject- GAH!" The girl was dangling off his arm, her teeth digging into it. Another one of the men kicked her off and injected her with a dosage gun. The girl hung limp and the man stood up, gripping his bleeding arm.

"She needs to be disposed of. Her body can't handle any more of these experiments."

"How do we dispose of this subject?"

"Burn it. Make sure to schedule the incineration for tomorrow before she wakes up."

The other man nodded picking the girl up.

"Very well then." he walked out, "Project M.I.K.A has been terminated. I'll do it myself."

The video ended and Gas-O rubbed his head, feeling the pressure building higher behind his eyes. A tickling feeling was on his face and he ran his arm under his nose and eyes.

"Huh, what do you know..." he mused as his hands came out wet, "I thought I lost the ability to cry..."

"Honey??" M.O.M asked in a worried tone, "That girl... Isn't she...?" Gas-O rolled back in his chair and pulled out his cellphone. Sure, he's never really used it, it was more like a fancy digital clock, but... He flipped over the cover and dailed a number. Putting it to his ear and listening to the dail tone, someone finally picked up.

"Hello??"

"Hey, Mika...?"

"Oh! Hey! What's wrong? You sound worried."

"Don't worry about it. Listen, think you can come down here? I need to talk to you about something."

"Ok, sure. Be right down." the line cut off and Gas-O closed his phone. He pulled on his mask and goggles and tuned his speakers and such.

"I'll just have to find out, from you." Gas-O said and he began to stretch before Mika arrived.

THUMP.

Mika tumbled out of the elevator and got to her feet, rubbing her head.

"I still, hate that thing..." she muttered and jumped down the fan. Gas-O was leaning against the wall, and looked up when he heard her feet hit the ground.

"Hey."

"Hiya!" Mika called cheerfully, "So, what did you need to talk about?" Gas-O motioned for her to come to the computer and brought up one of the files he found.

"Tell me, do you know this boy?" he asked. Mika's smile disappeared and she stared at the picture.

"How'd you find this?" she asked, "Did Hiro-kun find it for you?"

"It's in the Secret X files. I thought I'd ask you since their logo is on your back." Gas-O said turning around in his chair, "Well...?" Mika had suddenly found a loose thread on her coat to be the most interesting thing in the room.

"That was something that wasn't suppose to be found out..." she said, "Sorry, but I can't tell you." Gas-O stood up with a sigh.

"I thought as much. That's why..." he typed in a command and his song Chemical Love began to play.

"Gas-O..."

"Mika. If I win, you tell me what I want to know, I get to do what I want. If I lose, you can do what you want, you can leave, delete the files, knock me out, anything."

Mika's head was bent down and she stared up at him.

"Fine."

-0-0-

Already Mika had to dodge Gas-O's jammer, which he had released early and was trying to focus. She thought those files were gone, she thought she had forgetten everything from then. Glancing over at Gas-O, she saw he was already in a FREEZE stance and tried to step up her pace.

Zack...

The name ringing in her head made her miss a beat and she stumbled, quickly changing her trip into a flip and went back to her dance.

Gas-O watched her trip and clicked his tongue a bit. She was off today, with no focus. This whole Secret X issue was something that really bugged her. He finished by flipping over and holding himself upside down for a moment.

He had to figure this out...!

"Mi-!" before he could even begin talking something exploded on the side of the wall and he quickly ducked to avoid a rock nearly slamming into his head. He twitched realizing his wall had just been blown to smithereens and watched as a kind of robot pulled itself out from the hole. It looked almost like a bulky version of ROBO-Z, and it seemed to scan around. Gas-O spotted the Secret X logo on it's chest and quickly looked for Mika, who was climbing out of a pile of debris. She used her sleeve to wipe a trail of blood that leaked from her mouth and then, grinned.

"Hey, I thought you were terminated last year." she said before pulling out her swords. The robot turned to her.

"Experiment 29834, you are to report to headquarters for an update on your system." the robot said, in a monotone voice. Mika tilted her head at him, "Military Intelligence Kombat Assailant. You are to--" He was halted when a sword slashed off his arm.

"Sorry, but I'm not really even supposed to exist." Mika said quietly whipping off the oil from her blade as if it was blood, "Guess I'll finish your termination." She smiled, and Gas-O froze, staring at her eyes.

They were now a deep red, filled with blood lust. Swirling with what almost looked like evil, along with such a malicious grin...

Before the robot could lunge a missile connected with it's torso and then a different robot, gold colored, charged in from the ceiling and started hammering it's head into the ground. Gas-O rushed to Mika as she pitched over to the side and onto the floor.

"Mika! H-Hey!" he shook her and she kinda rolled over looking up at him. She gave an exhausted smile and then pointed up behind him.

"You won..."

Gas-O glanced over his shoulder past the battling robots and saw that the interrupted final score was almost 20 000 points apart.

"That doesn't count..."

There was a sound of ripping metal and ROBO-Z Gold tossed the other model near the hole in the wall. He then turned to where Gas-O and Mika were and kneeled down. Gas-O pulled Mika towards him and was ready to use his Jammer.

"Put that away, don't worry." Bi-O trotted down the stairs, fixing his head yet again and stood beside ROBO-Z Gold.

"What are you doing here?" Gas-O had to hiss.

"I called him here, since he and I go WAAAY back." Bi-O said patting ROBO-Z Gold on the shoulder.

"Last year only." ROBO-Z replied and then pat Mika gently on the head, "At least she isn't hurt too badly." Mika reached up and put her hand over ROBO-Z Gold's giant one.

"Glad you came back..." her eyes drifted shut, "Zack..." ROBO-Z Gold tilted his head at her in silence and stood up, his hand resting over his chest plate.

"Was, that my name before...?"

Bi-O went and then cautiously pat Gas-O on the back, "She'll just need some rest, and maybe some medicine."

"Yes, that would be logical. Rest in your room, both of you. I'll make sure no one interrupts you." M.O.M, said and sighed, "I wonder how I'll clean this mess..."

"I'll help." Bi-O said and glanced at Gas-O, "That okay with you?"

The teen, young adult, looked up at his father. The one who had killed his original mother, the man who critisized and beat on him, the person who tried to kill him.

Slowly, he nodded.

"Yeah..." he replied and scooped up Mika into his arms making way to his room, "Hey..."

"Yup?"

"... Thanks for the help... Dad."

Bi-O grinned, his ear kind of melting off.

-0-0-

Mika slowly opened her eyes, and stared up at a dark colored ceiling, the lights were dim. Panic seized her for a moment until she noticed Gas-O's jacket was drapped on top of the blanket that was covering her. She tried to sit up but stopped herself and gripped her side, feeling it was bandaged. There was the sound of a door being opened and Mika looked over to the side to see Gas-O was walking out from another room, possibly the bathroom, with a towel draped over his now flat, dripping wet blonde hair.

As soon as he saw she was awake, he literally bounded across the room in one leap to her.

"Are feeling better? Are you ok?!" he put his hand on her forehead and then sighed with relief, "Well, at least your fever went down, you really scared me there..."

"I had a fever...?" Mika rubbed at her head and then blinked a few times, "Gas-O... Um..."

"What? Something wrong?" he asked and then realized that he was hovering closely above Mika, his leg draped over hers. He also realized he had forgotten to put on a shirt after he had showered...

"A-Ah! I'm sorry!!" jumping up, Mika almost tumbled out of the bed and onto the floor, "I-I'm feeling fine! I'll just-"

"Mika, slow down. Just wait a minute..."

"No no! I'll, go and help clean up outside! Yeah! And, and...!" Mika was stopped suddenly when Gas-O roughly grabbed her jacket collar and shoved her against the wall.

A suddenly moment of silence started and Mika flinched, squeezing her eyes shut when Gas-O rose his hand above her head.

"I said to wait..." he said softly, "Mika...? Open you eyes." When Mika felt his hand brush against the side of her face, she slowly cracked open her eyes and saw Gas-O's green eyes were calm, with not a bit of anger in them. He leaned in towards her, his hand releasing her collar and rested on her waist.

Then, very gently, he gave his lips a quick lick and pressed them against Mika's.

She froze, but then her eyes drifted shut. Gas-O pulled away but then when Mika's arm wrapped around his neck and she pulled him back, all he could do was kiss her again. His hands snaked around her, pulling her jacket off and held her in his arms, their kisses getting more eager, more passionate. Mika's hands trailed around Gas-O's chest and then gently rested on the scar on his side. He softly gasped and then leaned over her shoulder leaving a small kiss where he own scar was.

They were so alike, everything about them just fit together perfectly...

Gas-O took Mika in his arms and layed her on his bed, leaving light kisses on her neck while she tangled her hands through his hair with a moan, arching up to his touch.

"Gas-O..."

Gas-O stopped for a moment to look down at Mika, her face was flushed pink and her hair was tossled in a way that made him smile. He leaned down close to her and cupped her cheek.

"You need the thrill of love, the electric thrill..." he kissed along the corner of her lips, "In Chemical Love." Mika smiled, pulling him closer.

-0-0-

Hiro entered the empty lab and scratched behind his ear.

"That's weird, where is everyone??" he said outloud, "Oh no! Don't tell me there was a party here and I wasn't invited! ME! HIRO-KUN!"

"Oh, you're here?"

"MOM!!" Hiro bounded to the console and hugged it, "What happened here?"

"Oh, just the usual. There was a Transformers robot battle down here."

"Where's Gas-O?" Hiro asked.

"He's resting with Mika in his room."

"... In his room? Locked? The two of them?" Hiro looked over his shoulder seeing Comet and Shorty.

"We heard from ROBO-Z Gold that Mika and Gas-O were attacked, we came to see if they were ok!" Shorty said, "Where are they anyways?" When Hiro pointed to the door that lead to Gas-O's room, Comet skated over to it raising her hand to knock on the door.

"I wonder if they're--"

She was cut short when two, loud consecutive moans came from the other side of the door. Comet and Short both blushed deeply and Hiro rubbed his chin, grinning.

"Alright ladies, let's leave the two of them alone to "Rest" and we'll came back tomorrow, possibly noon." he said putting his arms around their shoulders and leading them out.

"B-But Hiro-kun! What if they're still hurt?!"

"Oh I assure you Shorty... They're anything BUT hurt..."

When they left, MOM chuckled through her speakers.

"Ah, young love."

a/n: OO;; I almost went into a lemon... XD