Prt. 1

Marcus sat on his desk well he waited loyally for his young wife's signal that her first creation was finished. The young man watched her work slowly with her small delicate hands moving in and out as she sewed the blue triangle button/toggle into place on the small figures chest. His wife, a well known singer and actress in their town of Luxembourg, had been very insistent that Marcus should not see this one until done.

He smiled and chuckled softly at his wife's secrecy to her first creation when she had been right there from the beginning when he had made the other three creations known to him and his mentor as Stitchpunks; small mechanic beings covered in fabric and brought to life by a small spark of one's own soul. The first three had been done by him and now his wife wished to help as well in preserving humanity by using her own soul to bring the lifeless creature in her hands to life.

The female, known as Elizabeth Clearwater; but preferred to be called Lizzie by her friends and family was a women of great beauty and spirit. Her perfectly heart shaped face was framed beautifully by her long red hair that made her green eyes more radiate than anything Marcus had ever seen in his life time. He often found himself wondering how someone as amazing as her had not only tolerated someone as ordinary as himself over the years, but that she had fallen for him and agreed to be his wife.

His looks consisted of a head of plain well trimmed brunette hair, a round face and a pair of deep blue eyes that Lizzie claimed could pull her in and see into her very soul. It warmed Marcus to no end to know that the love of his life was so faithful to him and that she actually agreed with his work on this stitchpunks.

Speaking of stitchpunks; Lizzie hold the newest one up in both of her hands like a human held a baby bird, securely with both hands cupped to make sure this one didn't fall to the floor. "You done there, Liz?" he asked when she stood from her chair to join her husband at his desk.

"Mhmm," she replied as she carefully handed over her stitchpunk to Marcus's gentle awaiting hands. He smiled on fondly well he took in every detail she had chosen for this one; this first attempt of his beloved wife.

The inner workings were made of strong durable metal well the covering was a light tan colored canvas. The fester that would be used to secure its front closed after the soul transferring process was that single blue triangle toggle with a vertical hole on the other side of this one's chest. The hands and feet were made of copper and bronze; the ends of the hands being dark colored claws to match the other's. They seemed too dangerous for something so small but as he held one in his finger's there was no denying the delicateness in them as well.

Lastly he took in the bright teal colored optics Lizzie had picked out to serve as this one eyes. He couldn't help but look deeply at them as if looking at his own child that had inherited its mother's beauty. "Their perfect," he gasped out in a breathless voice, never losing his excitement for seeing these creations no matter how many times he saw them.

"She," Lizzie corrected, "Remember why we agreed to let me make my own."

Marcus looked to Lizzie with love and admiration at what she was about to do and what it would mean for his creations if this one was a success. They wanted their creations to be as human as possible, to life, to feel, to grow into their own being and mostly they wanted them to be not only beings that could be loved but ones that could love other as well.

So far the couple had three male stitchpunks that had been living with them for three years now; each one vastly different from the others. They were good little boys and their creators just wanted them to be happy; so starting to day with this single teal eyed female, they were going to try and make mates to the boys to love. Hopefully all went well and the females would love them back.

Pulling out of his thoughts, Marcus pulled the soul transferring device out of its box in his desk. This single circular object imprinted with strange shapes- the talisman- would be the gateway to bring life and hopefully love into this female's body. Suddenly a thought entered Marcus's mind right as he was about to place the talisman into the port inside of the females depths.

"Hun…?" he asked out at length, "How about we let 10 see that we're ready to bring the first female to life? I'm sure he'd like to see her as he was greatly interested in watching the birth of both of his brothers."

Lizzie was quiet for a moment as she tapped the end of her chin in thought; perhaps it wasn't as good of an idea as Marcus had thought. But he was gladly surprised when Lizzie turned to him and nodded with a smile. "Sure let him see her, it be good for her to see one of her own kind when she wakes up."

So without another word Marcus arose from his desk to go down into the study to find his oldest and only adapted son. 10 had been made by him a long time ago but his soul was from another, a man of process and spite. He had claimed 10's body shortly after Marcus had finished his work on the machine that this man thought to be one of peace. 10's body was stolen and mistreated as not only did this man, the chancellor, transfer his soul into the tall stitchpunks body in hopes of finding a means to immortality but 10 also had a great deal of the machine's intelligence transferred to him as well.

Marcus had been lucky to find out about this betrayal and reclaim his child from the chancellor before anymore evil could befall his innocent boy's body. Since than 10 had simple lived with and grew with no memories or really issues from the tragic events, something Marcus was thankful for everyday of his life.

He looked around the study for only a few moments before his eyes located the tall pale male; he was sitting on the windowsill staring out into the garden with his back facing his creator. Marcus chuckled at his son's interest in the outside world before he walked over the gently tap 10 on his back, where the pale male wasted no time in turning to see what the other wanted.

"Hello Father," he spoke out with a smile, "Is there something you need?" His slanted optics were wide with questing with his signature red glow inside their workings; sadly the only side effect from being birthed by a machine. They were also sensitive to the day light which is why 10 often could be seen wearing a dull red hood with two long tails drifting down from it.

"I don't need anything my son," Marcus replied with a sly smirk, "I was just wondering if you would like to see the first of the females being born."

10's slanted optics widened up as far as they could go with excitement as he stood up quickly. "Yes, yes," he quickly answered with eagerness in his voice, "Please let's go see her. I've been waiting for hours." Indeed he had as 10 hadn't moved from that windowsill since earlier this morning when Lizzie had told him and his brothers that another would be joining them today.

Marcus smiled through his chuckles at his usual prefect silent and sheltered son's sudden mood change. It was common when another one joined their family; but this one wasn't just another stitchpunk. She was unique and it was important in Marcus's mind to see how 10 reacted to her awakening.

The young male lowered his hand for his son to climb into and set off for upstairs again when 10 had sat down on his knees in the hand. They two said nothing as they scaled the flight of steps before they went into the room where Lizzie and the new stitchpunk awaited them. 10's optics immediately locked onto the unmoving female as he patted his creators hand in the signal for 'down please'.

Marcus did so without any hesitant as he watched to see how 10 would respond when simply seeing the females body before she was brought to life. Lizzie watched on as well from her sit with a smile on her face but worry in her heart; what would they do if they didn't like each other?

10 circled over the teal eyed female in small slow movements, his head cocking from one side to another as his optics took in every detail of her being to store into cataloguing later. He seemed to not know what to make out of the still female before him but slowly and surely a small smile spread across his face. 10 kneeled down next to her now and slowly run his bladed index finger over her teal optics; being mindful to be gentle as he didn't want to damage her before she was even awake.

10 finally removed his hand from her to look at both his creator and Lizzie as his smile grows into one of joy. "What's her name?" he asked well pointing with his bladed finger, "I can't see a number for her."

Marcus gave a look of confusion as Lizzie was not one to overlook something like that generally; but when he saw the sneaky smile upon her face it became obvious that she had done it on purpose for some reason. Lizzie pulled out a tray of colored inks that she frequently used well sketching before setting them down along side 10 and the female. She smiled softly as she pointed to 10 himself and than to the inks before him, "You pick one sweetie. Pick a color and than write her name where you think it should go."

10 gasped as his optics light up with amazement. "Really?" he asked in an enthusiastic voice, "I can pick it out and print it? What if I pick a bad one?" he felt nervous as 10 had never expected to be trusted with naming the new member himself; what was Lizzie thinking?

Lizzie herself just smiled and waved his concern off. "It's not a big deal 10, I made her for you after all so it's only right that you should be the one the name her."

10 now blinked in shock at this statement; this small delicate teal optic female was for him? He and his brothers had been told that Lizzie would use her soul to make females that would be to them what Lizzie is to Marcus; they were to be their mates and here 10's was right before him. 10 gulped in new found uneasiness as he looked once again to the still body in new light.

A small not noticeably blush worked its way upon his pale face as he softly whispered out in a near breathless tone, "She's so pretty. Is, is she really for me?"

Marcus nodded his head to comfort his son well Lizzie took in the cute scene before her, simply glad that 10 liked her design. "Yes 10," she finally assured the male, "She's really for you. We hope you two hit it off and can grow to love each other in time."

10 still seemed hesitant though as he suddenly realized how different he looked compared to the teal eyed female before his slanted ones. She looked so peaceful and delicate just laying there without any spark in her at all. "But," he finally said in a meek voice, "What if, what if she doesn't like me?"

The sound that came next was one of Marcus's laughter at his son uncertainly and his vanished confidents in this uncharacteristic display. How it reminded him of his younger days of courting Lizzie; ah, the memoires. "10, my boy" the male finally spoke out to his son, "I can assure you that if she's anything like her mother here," he patted Lizzie on the shoulder, "You two are going to be inseparable."

The pale male stitchpunk looked at his creator with hope in his red slanted optics; was his Father telling him the truth? "Really?" he asked out, "You really think she'll like me?"

"Of course son," Marcus assured him, "I can honestly say that Liz here didn't always love me at first. But with a little time, patience and a whole lot of tender love and care, I'm betting our girl here will be head over heels about you."

10 smiled at his creator's kind words as he finally got up from his place beside the female and headed right over to the colored inks, trying to decide on a name and color for his future mate. He looked back to her motionless form and than to the inks a few times before he made up his mind and picked up the green bottle. He moved backed to her side and tapped on his chin in question of where to place the name; her number given by him. It finally clicked inside his head as 10 shifted the female onto her side so he could write onto her back.

Opening the lid of the inkwell 10 dipped his fingers in as he let the stray droplets descend back into it's container before he moved to the fabric of her frame, finally making contact as he began to trail his claws against her canvas to draw out the number and name of his choice. When done he simple closed the lid again and stood aside for his creator and Lizzie to see; a number written out in green ink with a great deal on great put into making it smooth and perfect.

13

This was the name and number that 10 had chosen for the smaller female; 13 because not of the fact that she would be that in their group but because of what 13 meant as a number. It meant change and that is just exactly what she would bring if this went well; things were about to change

"That's perfect 10," Lizzie said with her voice full of love and tenderness, "13 will be just perfect for her. Now," she moved to place the talisman into the port located in the female's depths to begin the soul transferring process. "Let's see if we can make her a little livelier then huh?"

10 and Marcus both nodded eagerly; 10 having just finished wiping the excess ink off of his claws with a spare rag his creator have given him. Soon another stitchpunk was going to be in the house, another face to talk to, another being to teach and she was going to change everything.

Yes, 10 already knew that he had named her well because already something had changed in the house. Not because she would be the only girl, or because she would have to learn, or because she was so different from 10.

Something had changed inside of the pale tall male himself; something that would either be the greatest change in his life or the biggest heartbreak in his life; yup you guessed it.

10, the tall pale stitchpunk with the glowing red slanted optics, the one born of the evil machine destined to wipe out all of humanity was already feeling affection for 13.

He was already falling for the one destined to be his own; he cherished 13.