A/N I have seen both the movie and the short, and while the movie felt a bit rushed to me I still loved it. If any movie can get you to cry over little ragdolls it is this one. Anyways here's a little drabble about 5 and 6. I was hinting at a slashy relationship but it can also be interpreted as a brotherly relationship.

9 belongs to Shane Acker, not me.


Flashes of green light. Shock. Pain. A cry of denial...

He's trying to fight it, intimidate the machine! It's no use...

Screams! A figure running, trying to warn us. Please! Don't let it take him!

Cold. So cold...

"6?"

The artist's optics shot open as he saw a worried 5 leaning over him. 6 looked around to gather himself. It was his room, he was in his bed, and there were no machines. Without warning 6 wrapped the journeyman into a hug. 'They're not dead...He's not dead...'

After a moment of shock 5 returned the hug.

Finally the artist let go and 5 looked down at him. "6? What happened?"

"I..." 6 paused. What had happened? It hadn't felt like a vision, but at the same time it was too real to be an ordinary dream. "I don't really know..."

The journeyman smiled a little. "It was probably just a nightmare." He patted the artist's shoulder in a comforting manner before he stood and began to leave. "Go back to sleep."

"Yeah...Hey 5?"

5 turned around as he reached the door. "Yes?"

6 looked around nervously before looking 5 in the optics. "C-could you...stay here tonight? You know...just in case?"

He smiled again. "Sure. I'll be right back." And with that he left. 6 fought off sleep until the journeyman returned, carrying a pillow and a blanket. He set these up next to the artist's bed. "There. Feel better now?"

6 nodded and settled back in his bed. Before sleep came for him again the artist mumbled, "Thank you 5..."

5, who wasn't as tired as his friend looked over at him and gently stroked his hair. "Goodnight 6."


A/N I hope you liked it. :)