My first 9 fanfiction. Well, my first non-crossover 9 fic.

I had some help from my friend, darkgirl11. She helped me come up with title. Title's the lyrics to that Superchick song, Stand in the Rain. We both like the band. She also helped me come up with the story. The summary was my idea.

So yeah, here's my 9 fic. Sorry that the first chapter is short.


9 looked up at the sky, rain falling. His optics scanned for any signs of his friends' souls, hoping he could still see traces of them.

Their souls sparked the long-awaited rain. 9 looked at the shrine he, 7, and the twins built. It was still glowing with embers which were now dimming. He looked at the crosses that had a piece of fabric. Each fabric had a number written on it. The names of his friends. 1, 2, 5, 6, and 8. His friends.

7 and the twins looked on in worry. 3 and 4 flickered to each other with their optics. 7 seemed to know what was going on but would not dare ask anything until she was sure it was the right moment.

The sky overhead was a mixture of purple and orange with the rising sun and the raindrops made quite a show.

She watched 9 cautiously. Something was bothering him, but what? Was he still sad about the deaths? If it was, then 7 could help him deal with the loss. That's what she was here for, but she sensed there might be more to that.

The rain poured on, getting heavier by the second. The fire was already out and the twins clung to her. In a second they would be soaked. But still, 9 did not move. He was standing by 5's cross, staring at it like he was in a trance.

"9!" 7 called out. 9 didn't answer. He just stood there, motionless, like a statue.

One of the twins tugged on her arm, telling her that they wanted to get out of the rain.

"It's okay." 7 said to them. "We'll be going home in just a second."

She reassured them one more time before going up to 9. She stood by his side, looking at 5's cross. She tried to understand what was bothering him, but she felt that no matter what, she would never fully understand. She looked up at the sky, watching the rain pour down. She was not going to wait any longer.

She gripped his arm. "9, let's go. The rain's coming down; the twins want to to home."

The zippered stitchpunk turned to look at her. He looked like he was fighting back the grief. 7 knew right away that he needed to time to cope, and she would be willing to help him any way she can. 9 looked back at the shrine, taking in every detail as to not forget.

"You're right." he answered. "We should go."

9 went to get his light staff which he left standing by an old brick. He joined 7 and the twins, looking at 7 in the optics. The twins gave him worried looks, but they thought it was just the grief. They looked at each other and then at 7, hoping she would have an explanation for 9's sadness. But she didn't say anything and neither did 9. It was all...silent. If either of the twins had voices, they would've broken the silence by now.

The four walked away in silence. The rain poured and neither of them saw any sign of it letting up. 9 looked over his shoulder, at the shrine. His optics gazing longingly at 5's cross. And he knew this was the cause for the ache in his soul.