Numbuh 5's Dream
I'm looking at a picture of Maurice while holding my arm. I move my hand to reveal a burn from a laser. A Mustard laser. One that they stopped making right after Maurice left. "I thought you were my hero, Maurice. I thought you liked me."
Oh, you want a hero, do you?
Huh? Who said that?
Think about it, Abby.
Think about what?
Who's saved you multiple times during a mission while everyone else was busy with other things?
All of a sudden I have a flashback of someone swinging in and saving me from falling into the ocean. Someone coming to the side of Stickybeards mini-ship when I fell off. Someone telling that guy to find me and get me out of the soda bottle.
"Numbuh 2."
You're usually the one that everyone comes to when they have a problem. Who do you go to when you're down?
"Numbuh 2."
And who has always tried to make you laugh, just for the beauty he sees when you laugh?
That one got me, but when I thought back to it, every joke, every pun, every one liner, shaggy dog, even knock-knock jokes, he would always look towards me. And when I would groan, he would have a look of, what was it? Pain? Sorrow? Disappointment. That's what it was.
"Numbuh 2."
How much more of a hero do you need? He will always be there. You need to be there for him, too.
"You're right. You really are."
I know I am.
After a bright pink flash filled my vision, I woke up. After wiping some tears from my eyes, I turn over and go back to sleep.