Oh wow everyone, I am so sorry! I thought this chapter had already been posted for LSR, but I apparently forgot to upload it to fanfiction. If you've been waiting a while for this, forgive me.

214-4 and 101-5 and 8 are mine

Cogs and Toontown © Disney

Chapter 2

All That's Left

Five sat up with a start. When he opened his eyes he forgot momentarily where he was. When he realized he was lying in his own bed he relaxed once more. Come to think of it, when did he get home last night? It had all become a blur now in his waking hours. All except for the face who killed his little sibling and the strange Bloodsucker he'd met, who he frowned at upon remembering. He hadn't asked for any help and the self righteous Cog had just decided he was going to step in and make Five comply without worrying really how he felt about the whole thing.

Snorting he looked over at his nightstand where he had placed Eight's glasses the night before. His gaze lingered there for a moment before moving to his alarm clock and his metaphorical heart about stopped. He was a half an hour late to punch in for work. Letting off a squeal of panic, he quickly unplugged himself from the wall, brushed the wrinkles out of his suit as best he could (cursing for having not changed into his pajamas the night before), grabbed his work things, and hurried out the door.

"Would you like to give us your input, 214-4? 214-4…? Four?" Asked Bigwig 159-2, second-in-command.

"Huh? Oh! Well I uh…" the Bloodsucker fumbled but was interrupted before he could get the words out.

"Off day dreaming in the middle of the legal deliberation again?"

Four looked down at the table a bit ashamed of himself, "Sorry sir…I have something on my mind I've been trying to sort through all morning."

"Well hurry up with your thoughts and focus; there's a verdict to be reached."

"Yes sir…" he sighed as the conversation about the current Toon on trial continued and his thoughts quickly faded back to their previous topic; that of the Flunky he'd met the night before.

Despite having been a bit agitated for not being able to make sure the younger Cog got back safely, he was still worried he didn't make it back alright. Five had seemed a real mess when he'd found him, especially after losing his last sibling. Though he didn't regret saying what he had to him; hopefully it snapped him out of his mood a bit. Cogs died everyday, his brother was neither first nor last Cog to die by a Toon's hands. And neither was…

"Four? Four did you…are you crying?" the Bigwig blurted a bit flabbergasted.

The rest of the jurors assembled in the room all turned their eyes on him. Four blinked in surprise and wiped at his eyes. His mouth hung slightly agape when he saw the oily tears mixed with his eye shadow on his pale hands. He was also sure his face would be crimson by now if he could blush from all the whispering the other Lawbots were doing. 214-4 had a sudden, desperate desire to leave the room.

"I-I …may I be excused, S-sir?"

Without waiting for a response from the second-in-command, Four got up quickly and hurried for the back door to the deliberation room and was gone in a flash.

Four slammed the door to his room shut behind him and slid to the floor in a hysterical mess. In his current state, he did not notice the room's other occupant; his brother 214-3. The Double Talker looked up from his desk where the pitiful sobbing was coming from to see his younger sibling sitting there. Frowning he got up and walked over to him and lightly tapped his shoulder, "Four, what's the matter?" he asked.

"I-I…" he tried to speak but he only burst back into heavy sobs.

"Oh Four…" his brother sighed and pulled him into a hug which was happily returned.

After a while the Bloodsucker had calmed down enough to talk about what had happened, "I-I was in jury duty and I….thought of Two…" He sniffed, wiping at his eyes.

Three sighed and ruffled Four's hair, "Still sore about that?"

Four nodded and looked forlornly at the floor, "I miss him so much…" he whimpered hugging his knees, "He didn't have to help me and let himself be killed…"

Three bit is thumb and replied, "I think he did it because he cared. He didn't want to see you get hurt…"

Sniffling the Bloodsucker looked up at his brother, eyes looking to see if he was being honest. He seemed to be, Four thought as his brother handed him the handkerchief from his breast pocket. Taking it gratefully he dabbed his eyes dry and sighed heavily.

"Come on, let's get you some oil and calm you down," Three coaxed. Nodding without a word, Four let himself be led down to the mess hall.

Five gazed into the steaming mug of oil looking a bit dazed. He'd been swarmed with paperwork the minute he'd punched in and had to do it all by himself; no help from anyone. The stack of papers seemed like they'd never end, and when the break siren rang he was relieved to get away from the still high stack. The Flunky sat alone at a small break table, missing his little brother terribly. So entranced by the steam from his oil he didn't notice someone walk up to him until he nudged his shoulder. Looking up, a sliver of disdain filled him. It was the Corporate Raider from the other day that had knocked his stack of papers out of his hands.

"Couldn't help but notice lad," he said almost bemused, "That other Flunky that usually sits with ya' isn't here t'day."

Glowering at the higher Cog he snorted and looked at the opposite wall, "He's dead…Toon picked him off yesterday," Five spat angrily, taking a sip of his oil.

The pirate Cog flinched slightly at the coldness in his tone, "Lad I'm….I'm sorry to hear that…"

Snorting he drained the rest of his oil and slammed his mug down on the table top, "If you had helped me pick up my fallen papers the other day, maybe I would have gotten there in time to save him and you wouldn't have to apologize…"

Blinking the Corporate Raider looked both indignant and confused. Without saying another word Five excused himself from the table and stormed out. His slow trek turned into a brisk walk and into a fast run until he collapsed on the hall floor in a heap, sobbing like a child. He felt ridiculous yet the tears refused to stop and he wanted to kick himself for being so weak. He couldn't go back to work like this, and he didn't feel like he ever wanted to work again. Some part of him seemed to still be functioning properly, for it told him he needed to get a hold of himself.

H-how am I supposed to do that? He said to the voice in his head.

Take a walk…it said back. Sniffling, and needing something to grasp onto, Five clung to the thought like it was a life line and did just that. He half stumbled, half ran down the hall and exited the H.Q., taking flight into the air to go find a quiet place to think.

It was around that same time that Four's brother also advised him to take a stroll to clear his troubled thoughts. It also happens that the Bloodsucker had decided upon the same ending location as the Flunky. Several minutes after departing their respected Head Quarters; they arrived at their desired destinations and met again, walking in opposite directions of each other. When Five's spectacled eyes met the crimson, cat-slittted ones of Four he felt his features harden in discontemptment.

"Oh, it's you again...," the Bossbot snorted

Frowning, the Lawbot replied, "A fond hello to you as well Five…glad to see you're still in one piece."

"Just because you know my name does not give you the right to speak to me as if we've been friends for years, 214-4…so stop calling me Five!"

"Someone's touchy…still mad I tried to help you home the other night?" Four questioned him, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth as he sipped at the oil he held in his hand.

"I did not ask for you to escort me…you made me feel like I was fresh off the assembly line again and it was embarrassing!"

214-4 chuckled wryly before continuing his stroll until he was almost past the Flunky, "Compared to me, who is higher in the food chain then you, you were acting rather childish last night if I recall…Five," He smirked adding the name in there on a whim before he kept walking.

"That does it!" the agitated Bossbot shouted.

"Hm?" Four hummed, sounding slightly amused as he turned before his eyes widened in shock as Five proceeded to tackle him to the street and lay waste to him.

"I am –sick- and –tired- of you older Cogs pushing us first variants around all the time! You were in our spots once too, you know! So stop acting all high and mighty when you aren't!" The Flunky screeched, pummelling at the Lawbot with his fists as hard as he could.

Four tried his best to fend off the blows as best be could, but although he was older, the Flunky had the advantage of weight on his side and had him pinned to the street and the Lawbot didn't know how much more he could take before he'd need serious repair work done. He did the only thing he could think of, knowing it was likely his only chance to squirm free. When Five had paused for the briefest of moments to find his bearings, Four seized hold of his suit lapels and pulled the Flunky's face down towards his. He smirked slightly, before planting a small, soft kiss on the Bossbot's lips.

In complete shock of what was occurring, Five felt as though he would shut down at any moment. That was until Four broke off the kiss and roughly shoved him off enough to free himself. He stood up and brushed off his navy blue suit, adjusted his red scarf, and looked down at the Flunky who was still completely dazed by what had just happened to him.

"What did you just…"

"It's called a kiss, Five. Look it up if you want to know what it is because I'm not a walking dictionary. It was the only way I could think of to get you off of me. You had no right to pound the living circuits out of me…"

Flustered and freshly embarrassed, Five stood back up himself, "And you had no right to force me home when I didn't want to go!"

"Get off my case about that already, would you? So your brother died? Big deal. His death didn't mean you had to die too you know! That was the point I was trying to hit home to you, but you insist on this 'corporate ladder' business and think I'm telling you what to do out of seniority. Well I'm not! I'm telling you something I've had to learn from experience…those that are gone, are gone. That doesn't mean you can't mourn them or have to forget them. You keep fighting and keep going to keep their memory alive…at least that's how I get by…"

Five was quiet, soaking in the words handed to him by 214-4. There was a long, awkward silence between the two before Five finally broke it, "Are you the last of your brothers too?"

"No, I have lost some siblings, yes, but some are still around. It was," a pause, "...never mind forget I said anything," he said solemnly before stepping off again at a somewhat fast pace.

"Huh? Hey wait a sec!" The Flunky piped up, his curiosity intrigued as he struggled to keep up, "Who was it you were going to tell me about?"

"I changed my mind; it's none of your business Five. Now leave me alone. That's why I'm on this walk. To be alone to clear my head…"

"Well…so am I. Maybe we could…exchange stories? I used to do that with Eight, and it would make the both of us feel better."

"I'm not interested," Four growled, quickening his paces.

Five again struggled to keep up with his comrade, only to find he wasn't very good at it. He reached out a hand to try and grab hold of his shoulder, but instead grabbed the red scarf tied 'round his neck. It pulled loose and Four froze mid stride.

"Five, if you are wise you will give my scarf back this instant…," His tone was dangerous, cold.

It had been an accident, but it could work to 101-5's advantage, "Not until you tell me what you were going to say before."

"I will not ask again…"

Five didn't respond, instead he took off running down the street, Four's scarf clutched tightly in his pudgy fingers. Howling with rage, Four turned and took off after the Flunky. It wasn't hard to catch up to him; First variants weren't good runners after all. In no time he had closed the distance between them and had tackled 101-5 to the ground. He managed to get one end of the scarf back but Five still clung stubbornly to the other end of it.

"Let go of it!"

"Not until I get an answer out of you!"

The pair struggled for the scarf for another few moments before Four's ears heard the individual fibres in it start to stretch and snap. If they kept this up, it was sure to tear. A pang of fear leapt in his metaphorical heart and he quickly let go of it, hoping he hadn't let go too late. Five stumbled and fell to the ground from the force that released when 214-4 had let go.

"A-alright I'll tell you, just give me back my scarf…please!" Four's voice squeaked, an edge of what sounded like desperation underlying his tone.

"Geeze," Five grunted, standing back up and handing him the cut of cloth, "It's just a scarf. You can get a new one…"

The Bloodsucker eagerly snatched it back and held it close to his chest, eyes brimming with on coming tears, "It is –not- just a scarf, Five…it's all I have left…"

Five quirked an eyebrow at the unfinished statement, "All you have left of what?"

The Bloodsucker was quiet a moment, seeming lost in his own thoughts. He finally spoke when the tears he'd been holding back spilled over, "It's all I have left of Two. A Telemarketer…he was my closest, most trusted friend. He was everything to me. Two was…my lover," he said quietly not wanting to look up for fear that the ridicule he'd long managed to side step had finally caught up with him.