- Bonus: Charlotte's Web -

Author Note: The following double drabble happens shortly after Drabble 70.

Sharing the Web

"It's you." Two made little attempt to hide her disappointment.

Three, unbothered by her lack of enthusiasm, strode into her room. "So that was super awkward."

Two did not respond, continuing to prepare for bed.

"Coulda shot the sexual tension with a gun."

"Did you come here for a reason?"

"Yeah, actually. You know the whole trying to be better people thing that everyone's always talking about?"

"Look, now's not a good time…"

"Okay, okay, I ain't gonna bother you. It's just…"

Two's back was turned as she combed out her hair. Three removed a thin book from under his jacket and set it on her bed.

"…a while ago, your pretty boy gave me this dumb book. And I'm not saying it changed my life or anything… But if you wanted to, you know, read it, I would let you borrow it. Just so you and pretty boy would have something to talk about. Besides you trying to kill him and him being a total wuss about it."

Three started to leave, but paused in the doorway to add, "I did say borrow. I'm gonna need it back. Just 'cause it's mine. I might sell it or something later."

Author Note: For this next scene, I was trying to figure out under what scenario One would give Three a children's book (or anything at all, for that matter) considering he strongly disliked him from the first minute. I'm not completely happy with the following, but it's the best I've come up with so far. This is a missing scene from early in Season 1:

Sorting the Web

They had decided that their former selves must have had a tendency to throw away old clothes and buy new ones, instead of doing a laundry. At least, that was the best explanation they had for the large bin filled with assorted clothing.

Their current selves were a bit more pressed for cash, so they were currently trying to sort through and redistribute the clothing.

Two, Five, and Six's stuff was easy to identify, given their disparate sizes and styles. One, Three, and Four were more difficult, which is why Six had wanted at least two of them involved. It was definitely because he needed their help, and not because he was enjoying their bickering.

"It's a black jacket. How long you gotta gaze at it, pretty boy? Is it yours or not?"

One threw the jacket at Three as hard as he could. Which, given it was a jacket, was not very hard. "Probably Four."

"Fine. Four." Three chucked the jacket into Four's pile.

Six suppressed a smirk. He knew both One and Three were interested in increasing their wardrobe, but they steadfastly refused to admit to having anything in common, including taste in clothes. So if either of them showed the slightest interest in a garment, the other immediately disavowed any interest and the garment ended up in Four's pile.

Four had by far the biggest pile. One and Three had the clothes they were wearing.

Six pulled the next item out of the bin. Surprisingly, it was not a piece of clothing, but rather a children's picture book. "Five?" he asked, holding the book over her pile.

"More like Three." One took the book from Six and tossed it at Three.

Three scowled briefly and looked like he might fling the book away, but ultimately he did nothing. The book sat untouched beside him until the bin was sorted.

In the end, One left empty-handed; Three had his book.

Author Note: This takes place a bit after Sharing the Web.

Analyzing the Web

From the hallway, she could hear him in the gym.

Two hesitated, chastised herself for hesitating, proceeded, stopped, mentally berated herself for her uncertainty, and finally entered the room.

His back was to the door as he sat on the bench lifting weights and he didn't turn around when she entered. She selected a pair of weights—five pounds heavier than what he was lifting—and sat on the bench behind him.

"Three's right." Her voice was a bit louder and more forceful than she intended.

Finally, One set his weights down and turned toward her.

He was moving slowly, so she answered before he asked. "The pig's a weakling. The spider's a show-off."

One nodded and turned back to his weights.

"Why would anyone raise spiders, anyway?" She started curling, both arms together, at a faster clip than usual, but it was the speed her body wanted to go.

"They don't raise spiders. The spider is just there."

"If it's an intruder, why don't they kill it?"

"It's not hurting anything. Probably eats some of the more irritating insects." He set his weights down again and looked back at her. She could tell he wanted to say something to her, probably to tell her to slow down, but he was smart enough to hold his tongue.

Her arms were feeling slightly fatigued, but her adrenaline was high and she didn't slow. "I get your point. I would have slaughtered the runt pig and squashed the spider. I'm the evil farmer, only worse. That's why you gave the book to Three. That's why you wanted me to read it."

"My point? I didn't tell you to read the book. I didn't even know you had a copy. I gave it to Three because it's a children's book; I intended it as an insult to his intelligence. Or at least his reading ability. The insult went right over his head, which should have made it all the more amusing, but really it was just sad."

Two finally slowed, eventually resting the weights on either side of her.

"And you wouldn't have killed the pig. Or the spider. No one who cares enough to read the book roots against the pig."

"I thought the farmer made some good points. The pig was small and weak. If I was in the book, I wouldn't have tried to stop him."

"Of course you would have. If you were in the book, you would have been a little girl born on a quaint farm to a nice family. Not…." He trailed off, looking at her with pity in his eyes.

"What? Not manufactured in laboratory and trained to kill the runt pigs and meddling spiders of the galaxy?"

One was quiet for a long moment. "This is obviously not about a book."

Two just stared at the far wall. Why had she come here, anyway? To reconcile with One, or to fight with him?

"I don't know if Five told you. Derrick Moss was a terrible person. Corrupt, greedy. Probably caused the death, or at least the suffering, of thousands of people. And Titch… well, I'm pretty sure he was a runt. Ma seemed a bit too impressed when I could lift a fifty-pound bag of feed.

"But you know what? Screw Derrick Moss. Screw Titch. Screw Portia Lin. Screw Rebecca. My name is One. I got three-months' worth of memories I'm responsible for. I've made some mistakes in that time, but I'm not ready to write-off One just yet.

"Your name is Two. And One…he kinda likes Two. He's not ready to give up on her." One stood up and moved behind Two, hovering a hand over her shoulder. "So, you better not either."

His fingers just barely brushed the back of her neck as he left. His weights remained, sitting on the gym room floor.