A Heart's Promise
Summary: He told her a heart doesn't forget, even when the mind does. He promised her he would always have her back, like he always had, even if he couldn't remember. Needless to say, she didn't believe him, but it didn't matter, because in the end, she wouldn't remember a silly, little promise. . . or him. (Wally & Abby)
Posted: May 28, 2005
Chapter One: Shattered
It was too much, it was all too much and Numbah Five just couldn't handle it anymore as she curled herself up into a ball in her bedroom in the KND Treehouse. Salty, wet tears ran down her face and stained her pillow as she sobbed into it. Slowly she rose to a sitting position as she wiped away her tears. "Get a hold of yourself, Numbah Five. It's not that bad," she sighed, knowing she was lying to herself.
She then glanced up at the digital clock on the wall which read 12:37 am. Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep anytime soon, she got out of bed and found her housecoat which she had discarded on the floor earlier that night.
She made her way down the hall to the kitchen navigating her way through the night. She had made this trip often in the last several weeks and now knew the root quite well. She was soon standing in front of an open refrigerator being blinded by its light. She groaned at the slight discomfort to her eyes as she reached for the jug of milk. Leaving the refrigerator open she put the jug on the counter and reached up to the cupboard to find a mug. She then moved to the next cupboard and took out a packet of cocoa. As she mixed her drink she sung a little tune she didn't like, but for some reason couldn't get out of her head.
A moment later she put the milk jug back into the refrigerator and was once again emerged into the darkness. Making her way to the yellow picnic table, with her mug in hand, she didn't realize that one of the benches had been moved around earlier that day; that is not until her toe banged into the end of the bench. "Ow!" she yelled out as her mug went flying out of her hand and flew across the air, spilling her drink all over the floor. It was then followed by the sound of shattering glass as her mug followed. Numbah Five immediately fell on her butt and cradled her foot in her hands. "Aw, man." she said under her breath, knowing she would have a mess to clean up as soon as her toe stopped throbbing.
The pain she was feeling plus everything she was going through proved to be to much and she softly began to cry, on the floor, all alone, in the dark. "Hello?" She heard a voice call in the night. She furiously wiped away her tears before the light could be turned on.
She was Numbah Five for crying out loud; she was suppose to be the collective one, the calm and rational one, and here she was crying over a stubbed toe and spilled milk. "Numbah Five?" The voice called again when the light was turned on. "Crud! Look at this mess." Numbah Four walked towards her.
"Thanks for pointing it out, I'm sure I would have missed it." She rolled her eyes.
"Well, 'course yah would of, yah were sittin' in da dark," her sarcasm going over his head.
"Yeah, okay," she drawled. "So, what are you doing up so late?" she asked as he walked behind her, out of her line of sight.
"Thought ah heard somethin'." He then grunted for a reason Numbah Five couldn't see. "Apparently, it was yah."
"Four syllable word. Congratulations." She tossed over her shoulder. He must of actually done his spelling homework correctly this week. She thought.
He came back around in front of her with a smile on his face. "Thanks," he beamed. Numbah Five couldn't help but smile at the boy.
That's when she noticed the trashcan in one of his hands and a mop in the other. "What are you doing?" she asked as she watched him pick up the bigger pieces of the broken mug.
"Ah'm cleanin' up da mess," he said matter-of-factly.
"Why not?" he asked in return.
"Well. . . because it's my mess."
"Ah know." He started mopping up the mess. "But yah seem a lil' preoccupied." He gestured, with his head, towards her foot which Numbah Five was still cradling.
"Another four, niiiice." Numbah Five commented on the word 'preoccupied.'
"Ah know." He beamed once again as he looked down, but then his smile faded.
"What is it?" Numbah Five asked.
Numbah Four had peered into the trashcan where all the broken pieces had been collected. "Is that Numbah One's mug?"
Numbah Five laughed nervously. "Maybe." Her shoulders then dropped. "It was the only one I could see in the dark." She then added solemnly, "I misplaced mine."
"Yah know exactly where your mug is and so do ah," Numbah Four said with his back to her as he continued to mop. "Yah didn't misplace it."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. He said nothing as he finished cleaning up the mess. "Numbah Four?" he still said nothing as he put away the mop and the trashcan. He then sat in front of her, giving her a look of concern she thought was only reserved for Numbah Three. "What?"
He then said softly, not making eye contact with her, "Yah cry, when yah think no one's around."
Numbah Five's brow furrowed. "Numbah Five doesn't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, yah do," he continued slowly. "Do yah forget your room is next to mine? For hours on end, all ah can hear is your cryin'." Numbah Five cast her eyes downward as she released her foot. "Yah threw your mug out your window about a week ago. Ah cleaned that up too."
"Be quiet," she told him.
"Abby," he said her name tenderly. "Ah know yah're afraid. . ."
"Stop talking." She closed her eyes.
". . . we're all afraid. . ."
"Don't say it," she said sternly.
". . . about your thirteenth birthday."
"Shut up!" she yelled. "Just shut up! I don't want to talk about it."
"Doesn't mean it won't happen." He watched as tears ran down her face. "Yah can't throw it away."
"Why are you still talking?" she said angrily as she opened her eyes.
"Fine. Ah'm not gonna make yah talk." He stood, but then stretched down his hand. "Now come on, ah ain't got all night."
"I don't need you, you know. I don't need any of you guys," she said calmly.
He smiled sadly, "Ah know." His hand was still out to help her up. She then reached out and took it. "Ah just want yah to know, even if yah don't need me, that ah've got your back. Yah can always count on me."
Numbah Five pulled away her hand as soon as she was on her own two feet. "I won't even remember you and soon you won't remember me either. None of us will remember each other after this year." She stated upset.
"My mind may not, but my heart will always remember our team. Yah'll see."
Numbah Five crossed her arms as she shook her head, she never knew Numbah Four to be such a dreamer. "I'm heading in. Good-night, Numbah Four."
Numbah Four watched as she walked away. He then called after her, as if determined to make her understand. "Yah'll see Numbah Five- a heart doesn't forget." More tears slid down Numbah Five's face as she heard his call. . . wishing she could believe him.
Transmission Interrupted. . .
A/N: Yay! I finally got my jumb drive to work. And no, Four won't speak like that throughout the story. . . too hard to write like that.