Really bad angle. When I'm not feeling as lazy, I might try to fix it. *looks at it sideways* I still kinda like it though...

Sadly, I don't have any Zero-verse fics to recommend, so instead I'll recommend The Third Law by Lex1: [link]
It's one of those fics that influenced History of Magic (especially for Mundy's character), except hers is better written. XD

Please give it a shot, even if you don't follow the series. Lex's writing style is really interesting... And then when you're done reading it, you can help me track her down. She just POOF! vanished off the face of the internet. She used to do some megaman artwork too... Where did she go?! T_T

Summary: "A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law."

Fic clip:

"Now this is talent," Griffith was remarking as Zero's attention resurfaced back to the moment at hand, proudly hoisting up his paperclip train for all to admire.

"Beautiful," Cain said dryly. "I'll be sure to hang it on the tree next Christmas."

"I'll be looking for it," the hawk reploid threatened half-heartedly, and then pounced eagerly on a box of new pens sitting on the corner of the scientist's desk.

Cain rolled his eyes and turned to Sainfoin and Zero and said, "I'm sorry for this delay, but we're just waiting for X and Mistigri- oh, wait, here they are now."

All three reploids tried to turn towards the door at once, with semi-disastrous results as they all immediately tangled in Griffith's wings. Zero irritably folded one to the side and out of his face so that he could get a good look at his friend as the two Hunters trudged in wearily through the door and promptly found themselves fending off an attractive azalea arrangement.

"Sorry you two," Cain was saying apologetically. "But it looks like it's standing room only in here."

"That's okay," X said mildly, flattening himself against the wall in what little space was left over. "When it comes to standing around I'm a regular Jedi."

X looked tired, Zero noted, like he hadn't quite gotten enough sleep the night before and had then been cruelly hauled out of bed in order to chase around a machine of mass destruction, which, in actuality, was probably the case. His eyes were lined, his smile wilted, and he had to fight back a yawn with the back of his hand every half a minute. He wobbled on his feet like a punching bag clown and seemed to be blinking a lot more often than usual. His blue armour was caked in a layer of fine dust and grime and his helmet was rather scratched up, like he'd recently put his head through a wall. Next to him, Mistigri, a tall, lean reploid with cropped black hair and decked out in a suede jacket thrown over casual street clothing, was looking positively spruce and wry in comparison.

Old man Cain had evidently gotten around to noticing X's state as well, because he said in rising concern, "Good grief, don't tell me it attacked after all?"

"Not really," X reassured him, carefully shaking his head like he was expecting it to fall off at any moment. "I got a little close at one point and it suddenly turned a bit and made a spirited attempt to mow me down. I got clipped a little by the tread but at that point I'd thrown myself behind a car and it got crunched instead."

"Yeah, that bit was a riot," Zero agreed, chuckling heartily as he fondly remembered the news footage, and X lanced him with a evil look that smouldered like the business end of a lit cigarette.