Lost and Found Again
By: Cyber Chibi 00

C.C: Hello!!! Sorry I took so long to update.

Jet: Yeah. so now could you get him off of me? *points to Albert*

Albert: T-T Pwease. no!

C.C: Albert, please get off of Jet.

Albert: Aww. how come?

Britain in form of Boogie Man: THIS IS HOW COME!!!

Albert: @-@ AHHHHH!!!! *runs away*

Britain: Hehehe. ^-^ *morphs back into self*

Jet: Thank you!!! I thought he'd never leave!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cyborg 009. Do I sound like I would?

Chapter 2: The Missing Piece

"Albert.."

"NIEN!!" The arsenal cyborg cried, covering his face with his hands and shaking involuntary. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he could hear the screams. the screams.

"Albert.."

The German screamed again, clutching his face so hard that he could have ripped his skin off. The memories... the memories.

"Albert! Please! Wake UP!!!"

Albert shot up, panting and sweating. He was in his room that he shared with 007, tangled in his bed sheets. Four of his companions, Joe, Francoise, Pyunma, and of course, Britain, towered over him like statues, worried expressions plastered onto their faces. Britain sat on the top bunk frowning, with a water glass in his hands. At that moment, Albert realized he was soaked.

"I told you guys that would wake him up," he said, shrugging. Heinrich scowled as he lay back down again.

Joe sighed. "What happened, Albert?"

Albert scowled again and looked away. "Nothing. It was just the dream again."

Joe sighed again as he walked out of the room, followed by a reluctant Francoise. Britain stared as they shut the door. He snorted and looked down at his friend.

"You have either get your brain removed or stop that kind of dreaming, Al," he said, sighing as he flopped back and stared at the ceiling. Albert growled as he covered up with the wet blanket. Yes, he sure did wish he could stop the dreaming. But how could he? Every day for a month since Jet had fallen, he had been having the same dream, over and over. He remembered his dreams quite clearly. It started with him, back in Germany. He was driving that fated truck, when it was hit and turned over by their security. He had to relive that day, so long ago. Albert scratched his chin. He could practically remember their conversation, right before Hilda had passed. He shuddered as he recollected the other part of the dream.

The next part seemed even more frightening. He remembered the screams of Jet, and as he helplessly watched him fall off of the cliff. fell into the raging waters below.

The last part was horrifying. It showed a little girl, about four or five in age, sitting on a little white rocking chair in the shadows. She held something rectangular, and was sobbing softly. Every now and then she whispered something, too soft to hear. As soon as Albert would approach her, he would gasp in fright. Black Ghost stood behind her, with one of his grimy hands on the rocking chair, cackling evilly. At that moment, the girl would crumble into pieces, leaving only slivers of metal and wires. At that point, he would wake up.

Albert yawned as he twisted and turned, trying to get back to sleep. He finally gave up after an hour and a half, and by that time it was one o clock in the morning. He got up as he strode to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of ice water and taking small sips as he sadly looked out of the window. His reflection gazed back at him, full of sorrow and denial.

Albert looked away as he finished up the water and started chewing on the ice. It was a habit of his, grinding his teeth on the ice. Chang-Chanku said it drove him crazy, and criticized the walking arsenal every time he did that. Britain once had overheard him and started to imitate Albert. But, just to drive the chef nuts. That got laughs out of everyone, except Albert and Chang.

Albert sighed as he sat down in the chair, staring up at the ceiling as he continued to crunch on his piece of ice. His thoughts drifted from the dream, to his remaining friends, to his old country.

He yawned as he grabbed for the remote control and turned on the television. He propped up his head with his machine gun hand, turning the channels until he found reruns of sitcoms such as the Brady Bunch. He didn't know how long he sat there, but he started to drift off to sleep when he heard a crash.

"Hehehe... OOPS!! I didn't mean to!"

"YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!!!"

"It was just a stupid plate."

"STUPID PLATE MY FOOT!!! And stop crunching on that ice."

Albert groaned as he got up and walked into the kitchen. The voices were unmistakably Chang's and Britain's, who both got up at the crack of dawn. Chang to start breakfast, and Britain. Britain just because he could. They were always full of energy, that they reminded Albert of little kids. Those two always got up before the alarm clock rang, and almost once a week, got into a fight over something. They bickered so loud that they always woke up the other cyborgs.

"STOP THAT!!!"

"Make me."

"I WILL!"

"Will you two just shut up?"

Chang and Britain looked away from each other and stared at their friend Albert. Albert had his mouth formed into a scowl as he sat down in one of the chairs at the table. He yawned as he slumped three inches in the chair, closing his eyes.

"004? What time did you get up?" Chang asked, as Britain let go of his collar.

"Around one something," he answered, still having his eyes closed. "I would have gotten more if you two wouldn't have been so loud."

"You mean that you haven't had any sleep since the nightmare?" Britain asked, cocking his head to one side. Albert turned his head and opened his eyes, staring sternly into Britain's eyes.

"Isn't that what I just said?" he said grumpily. He yawned as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes again. He could hear more foot steps coming into the room.

"Have a little respect you two! You guys woke Ivan up. AGAIN!"

Albert grinned. Francoise had always kept her ground, being the only woman in the group. She also had one of the most feared attitudes, apart from Jet Link, of course. Albert had always admired how she could tell those two off, and be forgiven for it as well. He only wishes he could have been that way.

"Oh! Hello Albert. Did these idiots wake you up?" she asked, frowning. Britain and Chang grinned innocently.

Albert opened his eyes and stared at the blonde, with baby Ivan in her arms. "Nah, they didn't wake me up. I just couldn't get back to sleep." That answer sent relief through Chang and Britain's face, but Francoise's expression turned from angry to concerned. Albert frowned and looked down, just as Joe walked in and sat down, putting his head on the table.

Britain grinned. "Not much of an early person, are you?" Joe groaned.

"No thanks to you two," he muttered. Francoise frowned.

"Maybe you should go back to sleep, Joe. And you to Albert," she said, putting Ivan in his little basket. Joe nodded glumly as he walked up the stairs, followed by Albert. They both reached their different doors. Joe managed a smile.

"G'night, 004," he said. Albert gave a short laugh.

"Sweet dreams, 009."

They both shared a quick laugh before heading into their rooms. Albert yawned as he laid down, covering himself up. He fell asleep immediately.

As he slept, he had the dream again, although it was a different this time. As he had the last part of the dream, he got closer to the little girl. He gasped as he saw what she held. She held. a picture... and a necklace, with something on the chain..

Albert screamed as he woke up, panting. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He shivered as he raced to get up, out of the twist and tangle of the sheets. When he finally managed to get his two feet on the floor, he heard something clink. He looked down and picked up something goldish looking, and gaped in horror.

It was his wife's ring, still attached to the chain. The very one he had thrown into the river.

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C.C: End of chapter two!

Joe: * shudders* Evil cliffhanger.

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