Okay, hopefully, I made the story pick up just a bit. I was pretty unsure with it and had proof read and edited it so many times this week. XD Well, I hope you readers enjoy it. :) Still, pretty nervous of how I can pull this one off. XP

"Ugh…"

Dylan woke up with a massive head ache. For a while, she processed what just happened but as she tried to get up from where she was lying, Dylan suddenly felt the pain on her side. Heck, her whole body was in pain. She couldn't get up. Her eyes widened and then she remembered. She got attacked by that drug addict and was saved by another stranger. Dylan looked around and realized that she had been lying on top of table in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

"Oh crap, I really hope I'm not in one of those horror movies." She said as she scanned the whole area. Her jacket was folded neatly on top of a chair with her bag sitting on it. Somehow, that eased up the tension. She looked down at her blood stained polo shirt and touched her side. Dylan realized that someone had stopped the bleeding and wrapped bandages over the wound. She sighed in relief since the person who brought her here probably meant no harm. One again, she noticed someone move around from afar. The light hanging above was so dim that she wasn't so sure if she really saw something or perhaps her mind was just playing a trick on her.

"Who's there?!" Dylan called out. She continued to look at the darkness but no one replied.

"Hey! Would you please come out?! I mean, why the heck am I here?!" Still, no one replied.

" Sigh. Maybe I should get out." She told herself. Dylan tried to sit up despite the pain. As she used her arms to support her, a hand touched her shoulder from behind.

"Oh my-!" Before she could finish, a gloved hand quickly covered her mouth.

"Please do not speak so loud." The stranger said in a calm smooth voice. She stared at the dark silhouette with wide open eyes. It sounded like a man but Dylan still couldn't see his face. His hoody was casting a shadow and the lights were as dim as ever. Dylan tried to speak but all that came out were muffled words. The stranger removed his hand.

"Who..Who are you?" Dylan asked uncertainly. She looked down at the person's hand and realized he was holding a bulb with a wire that extended into the darkness. He laid it on the table and turned it on. As the light flickered, the stranger removed the hood to reveal his entire head. When the light finally stopped blinking and was shining bright, Dylan was shocked to see who it was, or what it was. Before her stood a robot and not just any robot, an NS-5 model- the one model that belonged to the generation of robots that threatened all of mankind years ago. It was wearing a jacket over its hoody, a pair of pants and some shoes. Every inch of its body was covered except its white almost translucent head. The robot's facial features were very much similar to that of a human and she could easily see the blank yet slightly concerned look on its face. She was about to open her mouth to speak but she was quickly cut off.

"I'm sorry for startling you." It said politely. She continued to stare at it for a while but it did not come as a shock since robots were very much part of daily life in the community. She's just lucky this one found her before she could end up becoming one of those stories she and her fellow journalists would write about.

"Um… Pfft! Not at all. I easily get startled, trust me." Dylan replied.

"I'll take note of that then." The NS-5 smiled. It surprised her though to see an expression that looked so human and because robots did not usually respond so casually.

"Alright, could you please tell me where am I? And how-ah!" The pain went back as she tried to straighten herself up.

"This warehouse was abandoned a few years back. Now, please, lie down. You were badly injured." The robot prompted Dylan to lie back down.

"Well, I don't really consider this a very comfortable position." She remarked. After all, she was lying on a table.

The NS-5 did not respond as it continued to smile slightly. It began to unbutton her shirt.

"Wait! What are you doing?" She quickly whacked its hand away. The robot merely looked at her with an innocent and puzzled expression.

"I need to change the bandages."

Dylan pursed her lips and looked to the side and then at the robot. She felt herself heat up with embarrassment. Even the thought itself was embarrassing. Robots aren't like that. She said to herself. They are not humans.

"Oh… Um.." She cleared her throat. "Alright then."

The NS-5 continued to unbutton to reveal the bandage on her right side. It was soaking with blood. There was a long period of silence as the robot began took out the soiled dressing and started cleaning the wound. She was beginning to feel awkward so she decided to start a conversation.

"Soo. How long was I out?" She asked.

"Not so long. Two hours, thirty five minutes and twenty-two seconds." It replied swiftly with its silky smooth voice.

"Okay, you could at least tell me the time."

"5:45 A.M."

"It's still dark outside." Dylan said, not really looking for a reply. The robot simply nodded and continued to clean the wound.

"Ah!" The NS-5 immediately stopped when it saw her flinch.

"I'm sorry."

"No,no. It's alright." She said, trying to reassure the robot that it didn't do anything wrong. Once again, silence returned.

"So, ugh. I never got the chance to thank you... Thanks." She trailed off a bit in the end. The NS-5 noticed the tone in her voice and smiled at her, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

"You're welcome." It replied.

This time, it had finally finished patching her up and began to walk over to her things laid on the chair. She looked over at the robot who had its back turned.

"Hey. Do you mind telling me why you brought me here and not the hospital?"

"Humans do not trust us after what happened a few days back." It calmly replied with its back still turned. The robot was referring to the incident when an NS-5 harmed the store manager.

"Do you live here?"

"No. But I sometimes come to this place."

"Why do you come here, then?"

"This is where I repair myself and other robots who have been damaged."

Somehow, asking questions had become involuntary for Dylan. Interviewing was like a hobby.

It was picking up the jacket on the chair when her identification card fell out from one of the pockets. The robot looked down and saw it immediately. Its eyes widened as it read her I.D. Dylan frowned as she stared at the robot's white, almost translucent back. It remained still for a while before it finally spoke.

"You're.. Dylan. Spooner?" It hesitated.

"Yes, I am. Why?" Dylan replied. The robot stared at her for a while before asking again.

"Your father is detective Del Spooner. Am I right?"

Dylan raised both her eye brows at the last sentence.

"…Yeah. How'd you know?" She replied, suspecting that something was up.

It finally returned to her side and paused for a while before it spoke. "He was my friend." Dylan looked at the robot and remembered the bedtime story her parents told her when she was younger.

"I remember you. You're the NS-5 that my mom and dad used to tell me about. You helped them destroy V.I.K.I." She responded as she stared into space, as if talking to herself.

The robot remained silent. Dylan was happy to have finally met the prototype that changed the history of U.S. Robotics.

"Ha-how come I've never seen you before? I mean, other than in newspapers and stuff. My parents used to talk about you."

"How are they?" The NS-5 asked, ignoring her own question.

"Um.. They're fine. They're visiting me so they're currently at my apartment right now." She replied.

"What's your name? I can't really remember but it sounded like a girl's name or was it just some sort of-"

"Sonny."

"Sonny! Yeah, that's your name! Ugh, so should I refer to you as a he? Or a she? Or should I just keep calling you 'it'?" Dylan was clearly interested because she was rambling. She always wanted to know more about 'Sonny' but it's been years since her parents have talked about the NS-5 and she had almost forgotten about it.

The robot paused for a while before replying. "I prefer, 'he'. U.S. Robotics programmed and built me with masculine characteristics."

"Alright, Sonny." She said with a smile spread across her face. Sonny couldn't help but smile back at her sincere expression.

"So, Sonny…Do you think you could help me get home? My parents are probably worried sick." The robot looked towards the windows high above the walls of the warehouse. It was almost winter season and it was still dark outside.

"Wait right here."

He immediately left, not waiting for her to say 'okay'. Dylan looked at Sonny as he left. She made a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling. She began to recollect about the past few hours and all that just happened. This could be a great article to write about one day, she thought to herself.

Dylan waited and waited, and began to feel bored. She looked at the window and it was still dark. Lying down for a long time would have made someone doze off but she felt somewhat restless. Finally she heard the footsteps nearing her. Sonny looked down at her.

"I'll take you to your apartment."

At first, Dylan tried to get up on her own but she still felt all the aches. Sonny offered to help but she insisted. She got off the table but as she did so, her legs wobbled and Sonny had to help her up. He placed her right arm around his neck cables and held her by the waist. They stepped out of the warehouse and into the cold winter atmosphere. Dylan shivered a bit as she felt the wind blow against her face. In front of them was a taxi cab. Dylan frowned slightly as she continued to stare at the automobile.

"You got a cab?" She asked, sounding a little bewildered.

"I borrowed it." Sonny plainly stated.

"Borrowed?" Dylan replied with a hint of doubt in her words.

"An NS-5 just like me allowed me to use it. But it must be returned right away before they find out." Dylan nodded her head in agreement.

The trip took about fifteen minutes. The whole time, Dylan kept asking questions to the extent that Sonny had to tell her to stop. He left her a little embarrassed for being so talkative but it didn't show. The whole city was beginning to wake up as people started coming out of their homes to go to work. Robots could also be seen walking around, also going about with their tasks for the day.

When the sun had already begun to rise, they arrived at the destination. It was a building made of bricks; didn't seem so modern compared to the other structures around it. It looked pretty old based on the design but it was only made to look that way seeing that some people preferred to live retro than live in those high-end condominiums and apartments.

Sonny opened the car door and held out a hand to Dylan. But as she tried to walk, her legs had finally given in and she stumbled forward. Sonny was quick enough to catch her as she fell. He gathered her in his arms and lifted the injured journalist off the ground.

"Wait, wait. I can do it myself." Dylan protested. She did not want to feel so weak.

"No. You can't. You are too injured." Sonny replied.

"Nooo. Now please put me down." She said as she tried to get off. But Sonny refused to let go of her, holding her tighter. He continued on walking to the entrance and into the foyer of the building. Dylan was relieved to see that no one was around to witness this embarrassing situation.

"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!" She insisted. Still, the robot refused to listen. Sonny knew better than to let this human get herself into more trouble.

Dylan struggled but it was useless. It also did not help the pain she felt all over so she finally sighed and stopped trying. Sonny shook his head slightly and smirked which caused her to frown at the robot.

"What are you looking at?" She said with a pout.

"Nothing. I just find your futile attempts…amusing." He smiled.

"Futile?" Dylan exclaimed.

"I'll have you know that I'm a lot tougher than I look." She defended.

"Oh yes. You sure showed that drug addict." Sonny replied, raising an eye brow on his smooth white face plate.

Dylan's blank expression quickly turned into wide-eyed shock. "Were you being sarcastic?" She asked, feeling slightly angry but more surprised. Who knew a robot could be capable of sarcasm.

"No." Sonny replied quite smugly, still being sarcastic.

This whole conversation was new to the young journalist. Dylan was completely aware that she was talking to a robot but it felt like she was talking to an actual human. This NS-5 was very much ahead of the others when it came to evolving. All the other intelligent machines she had encountered were never this 'human' or advanced. Some could show emotions but other than that, their responses were technical, direct and always formal. They were never very capable of what Sonny could do. He was definitely something.

Sonny too, felt this was new to him. He never spoke to a human like this before. But it wasn't hard to figure out how easy it was to poke fun at her. Humans were always so predictable. She is easily overcome with emotion, he concluded to himself.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't try to rub it in." Dylan said as she rolled her eyes.

"Do you ever run out of words to say, Ms. Spooner?"

Yay! Done. I have checked this so many times to look for errors and I hope this is it. :) To anyone who's seen any I,Robot fan art, yeah, I used them as a reference to how I wanted Sonny to look in the fanfic. XD