Disclaimer: These adorable stichpunks don't belong to me. They are (c) to Shane Acker. The ending quote is stolen from Torchwood.
Summary: Drabble. Five didn't say his good byes yet.
A/N: I watched the movie today and in that very moment, at the end, I felt like writing this down. So I just did. I can hardly say "enjoy."....
I didn't even have a chance to say my good-byes. We all thought it was over, that the Machine blew up together with the factory. But it wasn't over yet and I was unlucky enough to have to find it out. The Machine was still alive and I saw it awaking, I couldn't believe my own eyes at first. And when I realized what was going on, it was too late. The Machine grabbed me and sucked out my soul. It wasn't really that painful, rather very uncomfortable. I met Two and Eight inside there, we thought we were trapped there forever. We thought, that was what death was like.
But Nine managed to save us somehow, I realize.
I form out of the green smog, next to Two, right in front of Nine. Behind us, there's a huge a fireplace with five positions around with our numbers written on sheets of fabric. Six and Eight are already at their positions, ready for whatever is about to happen to us. They seem to be calm. Two smiles at me approvingly, pats my shoulder and walks away to the place with his number. One forms in front of me out of the talisman. He looks pissed as ever and I can see Nine's doubts written in his face, but those fade away the moment One pats his shoulder and walks to his position. I'm the only one left.
I don't care how he saved us. I don't need to know, what I need is more time for me and him. I know I'm not ready to leave this place. I don't even have any proper memories of him to carry in my heart.
I look at him, the sadness in my eye is reflecting in his eyes. I suddenly remember what separated us. I regret running after that vinyl back then. I should have enjoyed that one happy moment of freedom with Nine. When we thought we won.
He looks up at me, unaware what to do, or what to say. Afraid if I'm not angry. He surely thinks I blame him for my death. Of course I don't, I try to smile.
I know that any words would be useless. He already knows all I want him to. All our fears, all our hopes and doubts, all our untold truths, untold feelings. Words aren't needed.
I look around and I see that all my four, now green, friends are fading into the sky slowly. I know I must go, too. And yet, I know I can't. I want to stay with Nine.
I look at Nine worriedly. He looks scared, too. Of course he is.
I have to go.
He smiles sadly and nods a bit.
I smile back and that moment I'm fading away, too.
This will be a long journey for all of us. To create the world once again.
The end is where we start from.