Title: His mission

After The BRAIN is destroyed, the world begins to settle once more, everything heals and life begins to grow. One of the fallen gets a second chance to revive what was lost in battle. But can he succeed?

I Still Own Nothing!

_-_-_Part 4: Reflecting _-_-_

5 sat on the window sill inside the old scientist's building, it was raining outside. He remembered the rain; it seemed that was all he could remember right after he was freed, it gave him a nostalgic feeling, placing his hand on the window he tried to count the raindrops on it before turning around, trying not to think of the past so much. This became more difficult the more he tried.

He couldn't help it, the rain reminded him of the others who fell, each drop seemed to reflect the others in his mind, he could see them all, but he couldn't help, he couldn't. Something inside of him pulled hard and he knew he had to, the idea of what he had to do no longer scared him, the only thing that did was the fear that he might do something wrong.

He looked at the machine that he brought over to observe, he wasn't quite sure how it was suppose to work. The symbols at the end of the tube, he soon discovered, weren't actually attached to the cylinder. He guessed the tube was only there so the two items wouldn't get separated. He did see that the cylinder could open in the back reviling a large compartment so at least he could put his sewing equipment in it. He checked over what he had inside and made sure he wasn't missing anything before he looked to the window, fresh drops continuously running down the glass. Sighing he looked around the dark room, he wanted to rest, but he couldn't, the idea of resting now made him feel uneasy. He looked around for something to preoccupy his thoughts, there had to be something for him to do to take his mind off of what he had to do the next day.

A few minutes later he had a map sketched out in front of him, seeing if he remembered where everything used to be, even though he knew that the world had probably changed more then he could imagine in the past year.

"5?"

5 jumped and turned around, closing the map in a rush, looking to the one who was standing behind him.

"7…how long have you been here" he said quietly, knowing it was late, and the others might be resting.

"Not long...I was wondering what you were doing up." She said and moved to sit next to him.

He was quiet for a moment before he reopened the map, showing her what he had been working on. "It's hard remembering maps from your memory, especially since it seems like I forgot a lot of things since I died…also I'm running into trouble with…'saving' some of them…8 was still in that factory when it was blown up…I know that he's not in one piece…I'm going to have to do full repairs…I found that this thing can open, so I know that I can keep supplies inside….but there is no way I could carry enough materials to rebuild him perfectly… and 9 tells me that 1 died where the machine did, he's probably going to need a lot of fixing too"

Standing up, he moved to the cylinder and opened it, he had a whole rolled up cut of burlap material and about seven yards of string balled up, needles and various item were inside as well. 7 looked into it and nodded, there was a lot of work to be done, and 5 was the one who usually fixed everyone's injuries, so he knew about how the process would be more then anyone. She stood up and put her metal hand on 5's shoulder and turned him around from counting the things he had. He looked to the side, but he wasn't trying to keep counting his things, he only looked at 7 when she pulled him into a hug.

He just stood there for a moment before putting his head on her shoulder, and she held him tighter, his arms stayed slack at his side.

"I'll never be able to find him," He said after a long moment of silence. 7 understood where his worries are coming from now. "6 also…I don't feel right about only saving two of them…when I won't be able to find 2 and 6."

"2 and 6 will be fine…you shouldn't worry" She said pulling away, holding him by the shoulders and looking at him until he too looked back at her. "I know this is going to be hard, especially since 9 and I can't go with you…but if the scientist had faith in you…I know the others will too, you've always helped repair us all the times we got hurt, your patchwork is really good, It might be hard to repair 1 and 8, but I'm sure you'll figure out how."

With that the fifth smiled and looked away. "My patchwork isn't that good…" he said, but honestly, if he could blush, he would be. He wasn't used to getting compliments on his repairs, after all, the last time he did anything like that was under 1 when they were living in the 'peaceful' times before 9 was found by 2, even a little bit into after the ninth came. 1 never showed weakness, hiding behind his pride, which often meant putting down the others. 2 tried to make up for 1 by complimenting him and always making him feel as though his needle work was the best in the world, even though he knew the older stitchpunk was probably just trying to make him feel better.

"But I'll have to try…" looking around he moved to roll up the map and put it under one of the straps of the cylinder. "I owe it to them, I took so long to recover after my eye…my sewing suffered, your back…I never got to apologize for, and it was a terrible job, I could have done better."

7 shook her head, it's not as though she had time to look at her own back to see the large red patch covering the most of her lower back and the bottom of her number. "I'm just glad you fixed it at all, you tried, and it works as good as my old back" She smiled and moved to the window, looking out as the other did before.

He looked down, he still felt bad for it, but he was relieved the other wasn't mad for it, it wasn't as thought he could help it, the tear on her back was oddly shaped and it required a large patch. He moved over to the window and looked out it as 7 was doing.

"You know…when it started to rain, I could feel the others." He said and turned as she looked at him, confusion in her optics. "I'm sure this was how we were brought back to the world; it's hard to explain, but…I think that maybe we were suppose to come back, but then I start thinking about the scientist, he wanted us to 'protect the future'…but I have never seen that green stuff growing out of the ground while all of us were alive…then I start to wonder, maybe we were meant to die from the beginning."

7 shook her head. "That's not true, stop thinking about it in that way." She moved to the end of the window sill and jumped onto a table with a pile of books, moving to the scientist's old machinery on the desk from there. 5 watched her as she went and moved when he saw the other gesturing to him. He walked over, nearly falling off the table as a large piece of paper slipped from under his feet. 7 was holding some pages that looked like blueprints, after he had a moment to focus he saw that it was the design for 8, it had front and back angles as well as some internal pictures of the mechanics, 7 wanted to take 5's mind off of his thoughts, and knew this was the way to do it.

"It will be easier for you if you see these…I can tell you right now, 8's body is damaged, we moved him from the factory after we were sure that there was nothing more there that could end up coming back to harm anything else. I can't show you how his actual body looks, but at least you can see where, I think it will help." She said and placed the paper down. She moved to grab a pencil and holding it with both hands she circled a large area over his left leg and lower torso, along with his right arm and most of his back. "These were the areas damaged by the explosion, the metal frame inside seems to be ok in most places except his leg and arm, those were hurt the most."

5 nodded and shut his eye, figuring out how much he would need to repair him, the factory was far from where they were and he knew that he couldn't drag him back, he would have to try and minimize the need to come back and forth as much as he could.

"I'll probably have enough to repair him…but that's it, I'll have to come back after I finish his repairs. Do you have any of 1?"

7 nodded and brought forth another sheet of paper. For 1, there was more burn then internal damage, the only things he would need repaired were his hand and his side which were destroyed and unable to function.

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They would be up for hours, looking through all the papers the scientist had on repairing and making the stitchpunks, making sure he didn't lose any important information on them. Eventually 7 would have fallen asleep against spare rolls of material, 5 would have covered her up before getting up and pulling more of the papers from a large pile, stopping when one of the designs caught his attention.

The fifth stitchpunk sighed, moving his metal fingers to trace the outlines on the paper. He noticed that that the page next to it had a few bits of important text about the joints and components making up the arms and legs, he knew that this was probably the most important page to take, none of the others really got into the limbs designs as deeply. But he could wait to take it to the cylinder in the morning, right now the only thing that held his attention was the sheet on top of it. It was even later then it was when he and 7 first started talking, and he was beginning to feel the effects of his nervousness to start his 'mission'. He took the paper and moved to the side of the desk, scraps of paper and material provided him with a 'bed' of sorts, not perfect, but he wouldn't mind. He laid down and looked at the paper for a few minutes, studying every bit of it before his optics became heavy and he couldn't bare to hold them open any longer. He would be struggling with it for a while, he originally wanted to look at the picture for as long as he could, remembering what this particular stitchpunk looked like when he first saw him, not after the others violent end, and wondered if he would be able to repair him to his original state, not knowing if he would have the skill needed to. But the more he worried about it, the more he felt the true weight of his thoughts, and it only made his mind more restless, but his body was telling him differently, and soon he would fall asleep while holding the paper to him.

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Morning would come and 9 was the first awake, followed by 3 and 4. While the twins moved to go look into the now lit areas of the house, he looked to the desk. Moving there he climbed up a piece of string that they had tied up one day so they could get on top whenever they needed to. He noticed 7 who was on the rolled out material sleeping, this relieved him a bit. He had wondered where 7 went as she wasn't in the spot where she usually slept and 5 wasn't in the makeshift bed they had put together for him when he first arrived, and knowing 7, he was concerned that she might have went running off in the middle of the night to find the others. He checked on her and then looked around for the fifth, noticing his feet sticking out from behind a few books where he was sleeping. Seeing him made him feel a surge of guilt inside of him after seeing how sad he looked while he held 2's blueprints in his sleep.

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Fourth chapter is done.

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I hope you come back to read the next chapter, I'm making it a point to re read the chapters a few times before I post it so I can even out any mistakes, thanks for sticking around with me for the first three parts while I got used to things. Also the next part may be posted sooner than normal (maybe over the weekend) if I can finish it. If not, the story updates on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of the story and I hope you come back and to read the next chapter. Thanks for reading!