Request from, kawaii1kayleewhom asked for a continuation of the googleplier au 'Love is never taught.' I love that oneshot and so I thought why not?! Also I'm sorry for not uploading yesterday, having really bad stomach pain and trying to get it sorted!

Also, for 100K i've decided I'm going to attempt to re-write my first ever one shots uploaded in this book and re uploaded them all in one, perhaps just the first three though - it seems fitting, to see how much I've grown and all thanks to you! Forever grateful.

"What are you working on, Jack?" The man in question jumped at the soft voice, hitting his head on the bonnet of his busted car.

"Jesus! Mark (jaysus, there's that lovable twang again.) I'm just fixing my car; seems to be the self drive thing is broken." Jack wipes his hands on a rag, staining it with black oil.

"You should take a break, a letter came for you this morning." Jack lets out an audible sigh - letters for him are never good anymore but he does need a break from staring at bolts and screws; So joins Mark in kitchen. Mark knows him too well because there's an extra strong coffee waiting for him next to the envelope.

He shreds open the letter and skims it through. Ever since more and more googles were made, Jack had received letters that the robots weren't doing what they were told and had ignored them because he knows that there would be a reason for that (the reason probably being that the human treated them like a slave.) And hes had numerous letters telling him hes a freak for loving a robot too and he simply does not care.

But he has had the blame for a few things and he thinks hes getting too old for this sometimes.

Every good inventor makes mistakes, he realizes; But sometimes people are just too picky. Jack believes in his inventions - especially the ones hes worked one with others; Matthias is an excellent ideas man and given the tools can and has put them into practice. So, he isn't worried about the googles. He's more worried about humans than robots If Jack is honest with himself.

Mark seems to notice him in deep thought and clicks his fingers in front of him; Snapping Jack back to the present. He cocks his head like a puppy and smiles at Mark; "I love you." And he does, no matter what.

;

The more googles were distributed in homes, the more people complained and quite frankly Jack had had enough of it and took a stand; He wrote a rather strongly word post about it online and owned up to some of the mistakes he believes hes made. Jack knew there'd be an outrage from people but he was just sick of it; He really is getting too old for this. However he didn't predict the positive reaction to the post; people seem to rally behind it with a movement that the robots mattered and weren't just some other appliance like a hoover or common kitchen toaster and soon people were organizing a protest and Jacks never felt more accomplished.

Robots have rights, too.

;

But maybe thats when the problems really start because with protests their are always two sides; good and bad regardless of what side you represent. The protest only seemed to make things worse and crimes against the robots or other forms of technology increased. Googles were being re-programmed for hatred or as weapons and it made Jacks heart drop into his stomach. The news report burned into his ears and it frustrated him that his and Matthias' creation for good was being used for bad and he was worried about the future for the bots; they could be dangerous if in the wrong hands. Mark pushed his glasses up with a sigh; putting a hand upon Jacks shoulder as a comfort.

"People are evil." He muttered simply and Jack didn't disagree.

The TV Clicked off and the lights too; leaving Jack and Mark together in silence. It was nice, needed. Just the sound of Marks whirring that Jack has come to love and the Irishman's breathing.

It dawned on him that he should do something; but he wasn't sure what he could do. He had lost enough sleep over this as it was. Too much terror and torment as it was in the world; they didn't need robots being used for it too.

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Things went from bad to worse and it seemed every day there was something horrible involving robots in the news. Matthias had called Jack and expressed his worry and Jack had agreed; He wasn't sure how to stop this. A passion of his and Matthias; Their greatest creation was being used for the wrong purposes and the pair released a statement saying that this was unacceptable and needed to be stopped, whatever the protocol for that was.

It had gotten so bad that there was even a name for the people using the robots for destruction.

"Mechanical Terrorists."

It hurt Jack but even with all this he had Mark whom made him coffee or helped him sleep when the almost guilt of it all dawned on him. He blamed himself; a hurt pride is a green eyed monster.

;

"They're going to war, Matth." He tried to be calm about the news but his hands were still shaking and he could even see the worry upon Matthias features; something he didn't see often at all. They hadn't seen each other in awhile with Matthias becoming a dad and Jack hates that its upon these terms.

"Omnic Crisis; Thats what they call it." Jack can see the tension in Matthias' shoulders.

"What else are they supposed to do, Jack? Let this continue; Let real people die?" Its said with bite and Jack wants to fight about the 'let real people die' part but doesn't. He knows not to argue, Matthias is right. But Jack thinks fighting fire with fire isn't an appropriate choice yet he isn't sure what else to do; Yelling about peace and freedom won't cut it anymore.

;

He regrets. And it plays on his mind daily and suddenly hes applying for the military at the fine age of 35 and Mark asks him why and he says hes going to fix things and maybe his pride has gotten to him Jack isn't sure. but he knows he can't just watch this happen and Mark tells him this is not his fault but he refuses to believe such things.

War changes people. He knows.

;

Jack has made a lot of mistakes but leaving Mark behind is the one he regrets most. A soft warm presence in his life miles away and replaced with cold. But being here fighting settles an ache in his bones and he tries not to focus on the regret...

He hopes Mark is taking care of himself though; Writes him letters, apologies mostly but letters none the same and he hasn't received a reply yet. Maybe hes angry. Jack wouldn't blame him if he was.

Being in the front lines Jack hasn't gotten much sleep and when he does; everything haunts him - what hes seen and what he hasn't, what he could. Each day is a challenge and a new battle. Mentally; physically.

He's witnessed first hand his and Matthias' beloved creations kill a man and each busted up one he sees along the streets; their scatters parts it hurts his heart.

What have they done to the search engines which were built for answering your wildest questions now here, killing people. They could have felt things and now they just look cold as if they were intended to be a war machine, they weren't.

;

Jack thought there was always a winner upon wars but once its over and hes flying back to a place he doesn't even know if he belongs; He feels like hes lost too many battles. Too much bloodshed - He can wash the stains from his clothes but not the ones upon his mind; stains ingrained there that no amount of bathing can fix.

Perhaps that's what war is.

And Home doesn't feel like home; He tugs at the chain around his neck, pulling the key from it and unlocking the door. Its odd he knows; to just walk in. Jack isn't sure what to expect - is foolish to think a pair of open arms would be there to greet him after all this time, it been years. The decor has changed at least. Wonders if Mark even still lives here or has given the place up like he has given up on Jack, like Jacks given up on himself.

Its the latter it seems; with unread letters Jack knows he wrote at the doorstep. The house is mostly definitely empty, like how he feels being here too. Always thought returning home would feel more spacious than this.

Its not the same without Mark, maybe he was his home.

;

"I fought for you!" Its breathed gruffly from behind his hood; you could see his words in the cold, lingering; words that have been meaning to be said for years.

"You fought for yourself!" Its the bitten response he recieves.

"I'm fighting for you." He stances, its whisper-shouted. Jack has always been stubborn and the Irishman doesn't quite care if he looks like a child; stood still after a stomp of his foot. It silences him at least; Jack hasn't seen his face yet. Won't face him.

He turns and Jack knows its in a fit of rage. Only saw him this way once or twice; But he sees the flash of red in his eyes.

"You stopped fighting for me ages ago, all you cared about was your damned ego - Did you ever stop to think about how I felt?"

Its cold. Robotic.

"Why do you think I'm here? I'm fighting for you. Always have." Hes closer now; Ice blue irises staring upon fiery red ones.

They balance eachother out, always have and here, its no different - but it is, because theres unspoken past here. Too much baggage for them to carry upon their shoulders.

It remains spoken as they come together - hugging one another as if they haven't been apart at all. Doesn't hurt to pretend, Jack thinks.

But it does.

He's frozen on the spot, embracing him -- just like the first time he had, in his kitchen. Jack was upset from something, doesn't remember what now, perhaps that's due to age, its made him forgetful - but he doesn't forget the way Mark had hugged him. Hesitant at first but a warm embrace none the less, hugged him like he could put all the pieces back together.

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Jack wakes up too familiar eyes and he breathes a sigh. Hes safe. Things aren't the same and haven't been since the war but hes paying for past mistakes - some you can see; like the scar running down his cheek or the indents in his back. Some you cannot see - the ones upon his mind, the ones that sometimes plague his sleep but they seem easier to handle now that Mark is back beside him and is it the same? No, Jack thinks the lovey dovey phase has past but he thinks this is almost better.

Although they don't say good morning to each other and tell one and another they love them, they do in 'subtle' ways;

"Hey Jackass. You eat today?" Mark murmurs, looks like he'd learned sarcasm when Jack had been gone. Jack almost wishes he could have been there to teach him it.

Jack rolls his eyes behind his paper.

"Stop calling me that and yes I have."

;

"Hey glorified Google, how did you sleep?"

Mark scoffs, Jacks gotten cheeky for his age; he thinks.

"Fine thanks, Jackass."

And most outsiders wouldn't see that as love but for these two it is; They've had their falling into each others arms and now they have sarcasm and rare days when they brush hands and murmur soft I love yous.

They've been through a lot.

Jack fights for Mark everyday, won't make the same mistakes twice. Jack has fought many battles in his time yet the battle against himself was the hardest.

Luckily, he has someone beside him to help fight his battles again.