So I finally downloaded Of Course You Know This Means War And Peace to watch later, and as a happy bunny I thusly decided to extend this fic into a multi-chaptered...thingy. I bet you're all afraid of my thought process now.
Just to clarify matters, this is set before the abovementioned episode. Dunno why, but it is.
I'm gonna try something a little psychologically different today. Any confusion that results from this chapter (and I bet there will be, as this chapter is extremely rambly in places)? Just ask. I don't bite.

Disclaimer: No, extention doesn't change anything, I still don't own them.

It's been two weeks. Exactly fourteen days since I let my Queen go.
I know it has been, because my calendar says so. But Marvin is arguing with me again; it's interpreted it as centuries. I can't deny that the passage of time felt long while I was going through it; but a calendar is more accurate than gut feeling and my calendar says it's only been two weeks.
Now stop insisting on the contrary, Marvin, and continue to be suppressed.

Poor emotional Marvin. Two weeks have gotten to him; he's a separate entity of my psyche now. How it came about I don't really remember, but I must say it's really convenient. Pushing all mushy conscience into Marvin only leaves X-2. That's me.
Not only is it a lot more psychologically efficient having two of me, but it also makes it easier for me to bear watching my Queen and that filthy Earthling together, I feel.

Or rather don't feel. The feelings are up to Marvin.
The naive fool.

Don't call me naive. I'm not naive, I'm not psychotic, I'm not crazy.
No. Wait a minute. That last one was a lie - I am crazy. Crazy, mad, up the wall, driven by emotion to emotion. Emotion.
I have too much of it. Anger, frustration, sadness, fear, worry...all the negativity. Breaking down crying, hitting the wall, being mentally ripped apart...
Too much to cope. Can't cope.
How can you be so clinical, X-2? How can you sit there pretending that everything is OK when an inner part of you is torn apart so?

Marvin, with all due respect, shut up. I am trying to hear myself think.

I need the thinking time. I just don't understand it - I was supposed to root out the monster that undoubtedly resides in Dodgers. But two weeks, fourteen days, and...nothing.
No arguing, no disputes over what is right and wrong. There hasn't been a single disagreement between them. She hasn't chastised him once. And he hasn't laid a finger on her in the wrong way.
Oh, he's laid a finger on her. He's laid more than fingers; he's laid his body and soul onto her, INTO her. I admit that he appears extremely committed to keeping up his image of his sheer masculinity over her, his reputation as "wooer of Queens and saviour of planets". My blood boils just thinking of him... sullying her beauty. Corrupting her.
Or rather my blood would boil if it were my blood.

Liar.

But I am not buying this image. I am convinced that there has to be animosity behind the scenes, behind the curtain of forced jolliness. ...Yes it's forced. Just because no one else can see it doesn't mean that it isn't there. I can feel it, I can sense it.
He's dying to abuse her, sooner or later. And I'll be the first to notice.

Oh X-2. Stop lying to yourself. You're deluded.
The only monster that emerges from this whole sick scenario is you, X-2. You worker drone.
You want to deny the Queen the happiness that she craves, and has finally gotten. You want to ruin her, use her for your own sick purposes.

Love is not sick. You and me both - the aching love for her is the one emotion we do share.

Ha! You can't share emotion. He who is so devoid of it that he creates me to vent it into.

Emotion is trifling anyway; it gets in the way of true purposes. You can't get the real Queen back through emotion.

And you can get her back by tearing her dreams apart, I take it? You're just like Dodgers on the battlefield - commanding and reckless.
That hurt, didn't it. I know, X-2.
You might as well face it, your theories are incorrect. Dodgers will never hurt her. He loves her too much.

Shut up, Marvin. I've let you talk too long.

I'm not lying. I'm not deluded. Delusion is technically an emotion, and as Marvin so, uh, tactfully stated, I am devoid of such trivialities now. Such burdens are his to bear alone.
As for me, I have to keep my vigilant watch, rooting out the discomfort beneath the relationship and exposing it.

But how can I do so when nothing is appearing to suggest it? I can't accuse Dodgers of maltreatment of our Beautifulness - I mean Highness - with no proof. I'm certain of his treachery, I'm sure, I'm absolute...I'm...I'm...
Not sure anymore.

This makes you very angry, very angry indeed. Remember that?

Thought I told you to be quiet.

What if, indeed, against all odds, Marvin is right? What if there is no deep dark secrets, just happiness and rainbows?

No. Impossible. It can't be. I'm not wrong. I'm never wrong.

What was that? No, that isn't a tic. I just have something in my eye.

And your teeth? I hear the sound of teeth feverishly grinding.

I'm just. Chewing. Something.

Sure sure, right right. And that growl is entirely coincidental and not coming from you either.

Marvin, for the last time, shut up. I have to remain focused on-
No, you shut up.

Do not tell me to shut up, Marvin. You are emotional me, I am practical me, heart does not tell head what to do.
But guess what? I'm telling you to shut up.

Marvin, you are the lower psyche; I am giving you a DIRECT order--

Direct, indirect, it doesn't matter. I will tell you to shut up. Shut UP! Shut up, X-2. Shut up with your robot and your devoid and your goddamn being correct and right all the time! Got it? Just shut up, stop looking out for her, and listen to what I have to say for a change!

You think you're such hot stuff, do you not. Stalking her with your fancy theories and exposure and such. But if Dodgers actually hates the Queen as badly as you say he does, don't you think you would've noticed it by now?! He doesn't keep his emotions in the dark, X-2. Unlike you, he actually knows when to express himself, express the truth. And the truth of the matter is, he's in love with her. For real this time. And she loves him back!

Did you understand that last part? SHE LOVES HIM BACK. She's always loved him, do you not get that?!
No she hasn't! You're getting it all wrong, Marvin-
No, X-2, I'm not. For once in my pathetic two weeks of existence, I am not "wrong", as you call it, I am RIGHT. She loved him from Day 1. She swooned over his mind, interpreted spots of good luck as cunning deviousness. Remember that "detoxifying of Dodgers" episode? "Perfect body to match his perfect mind"?
That was sarcasm--
No it wasn't! It was sincere! She believed his mind was perfect! And now that he's fallen for her charms too...
Shut up, Marvin, I don't want to hear it!
X-2, open your eyes to this: you are washed up! This entire operation was doomed to begin with!
Shut up!
She's never going to notice you now!
Shut up!
After all, how can some crummy little soldier take priority over a Galactic Protectorate?

SHUT UP, Marvin! That was below the belt! I'm not a soldier, I am Commander X-2, Commander of the Martian fleet! Not a soldier!
Besides, she may have loved him from Day 1, I can't deny that. But I've loved her for longer! Since I first laid eyes on her, I loved her! I yearned to be in the same room as her, to even be in her presence! I did NOT start from the bottom up to get to a position where she notices me only to have her ripped out from my grasp at the last minute! And I will NOT have a back-sassing inferior piece of psychological Marvin tell me otherwise!
"Commander?"
No, Marvin, don't say anything! I'm sick of hearing your emotional little voice whisper things that will never happen into my ear!
That wasn't me.
Don't lie to me, you little-
"Commander? Why are you talking to yourself?"

Oh.
My Queen.
Dodgers.

Heh. Sorry about that. I thought I was...somewhere else. Didn't see you.

"Never mind that now, Martian. For some reason, Queenie over here wants to make you one of the top dogs for tomorrow's wedding. I don't really see why she'd choose you, personally, but-"
Wedding?
"Don't play dumb. Everyone's been talking about it."
"Um, I think what Dodgers is trying to say, Commander, is that...well, we're going to get married tomorrow. Would you mind being best man?"

...

...

"I..."

Good. You've finally learned to give up. You've learned to cry again.
No. Not you. We. We're back together. Not apart, not psychologically separated.
Just as it should be.

Welcome back, Marvin. Welcome back, X-2.

Cry, Martian, cry.