Mable: The Epilogue, last chapter, taking place sometime after the last chapter. I can't believe this is the end of Forgotten… It feels like forever ago that I began to write it. Anyway I have some special thanks for everyone.

First for xXBroken-Wings-ForeverXx and 27's Fury; you two have inspired and reassured me through many of my fics. This one is no exception and I couldn't have done it without you.

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I guess that is it… This is it… Last chapter… I don't own 9, Enjoy!

Forgotten

Chapter Twelve: Remembered

It felt like forever since they had gotten word of what was happening. Nine sat on the edge of the Sanctuary's platform and stared down into the library as he waited for what was to come relatively soon with a very solemn look. Five reassured him, but seemed nervous as well, and he wished that the healer was with him now. Beside him was his brother who stared as well, looking much more tired. He actually fell against his brother and fell asleep numerous times before now and managed to straighten himself every time. Looking back, Nine could see that the others looked just as tired as they were. Nobody could sleep when knowing what was going on in the other room. Not when everyone knew that this was the only thing they could possibly do. Nine tried to block out any bad thoughts and instead tried to keep his mind busy.

The twins were both asleep beside Seven who stroked their heads while trying to stay awake. She was trying to suppress a yawn at that second as well and managed to succeed before pulling the younger ones closer. Their heads rolled onto her and they didn't even respond to being moved. Eight was as close to sleep as possible and struggled to stay awake while Six, who was resting against his front, was able to awaken quickly and seemed wide awake. Recently he was getting full nights of sleep which meant that it was easier to adjust to a day when he got abruptly awoke; it wasn't hard for him, but it was for Eight who he tried to convince to get some sleep. The guard denied it and instead just waited for something to happen. All of them were waiting for anything but had been very aware that eventually something would occur.

Then they all heard it at once and Nine perked up. A cry, shrill, that sounded nearly like a scream. However, it wasn't a familiar one; it was too loud and high pitched. The shrill cry began to soften over a few seconds before it was no longer hearable. Nine stood and None fell over before looking back as well. They just stayed like that for a few minutes before suddenly Five appeared, looking flustered, but looking thrilled as well. He was smiling incredibly wide and knew the others were waiting for an answer. He ignored his normal shyness that occurred when everyone stared at him and spoke quickly, "It's done." The others got the meaning and all seemed relieved, a few letting out exhales that they were holding in. Nine came closer to ask more, "Is everything alright?" Five gave his answer in stating another fact, "It's a boy."

It took a second, but Nine soon found himself smiling just as wide before being knocked aside by Eight. Funny, the guard knocked Nine to the side like he was barreling through, yet he stopped himself long enough to let Six by. It was the Artist who was the first one to make it to the room while the others sort of lingered in the hallway to see if they were allowed in yet. He spoke up with his voice a mere whisper, "Two? One?" They were together; One was holding Two who was laying on the cot holding some sort of bundled up object. It was a shock for Six to see One smiling period, let alone how happy he looked. The leader then actually beckoned him over while Two glanced up for only a second before looking back at the bundle.

Six came closer and the bundle was opened so that he could see what they were holding. It was so small and its hands were clenched into fists as it looked upwards at its parents with an innocent look of new life. Six was allowed to come quite close, probably from One's elated mood, and he wiped his hand off on the blanket before reaching forward. He decided to poke at one of the fists to get some sort of reaction and received quite a surprise when the hand opened and closed on his pen tipped finger. It squeezed the metal and looked at Six, but didn't seem to focus on him. "He can't see very well yet. Lean in a bit closer." Two encouraged and Six did as suggested. He could tell the baby hadn't seen him until then by the way its optics suddenly widened.

Once they returned to normal, Six finally could tell that they were slanted like One's, and could clearly tell that One was proud. That was when Eight started to slowly lean into the room, "Boss?" He was beckoned as well, "Yes, yes, come in." Eight headed into the room behind the striped one and looked at what Six was touching. Slowly and cautiously, the others started to move into the room and were all amazed by the little creature before them. "What's its name?" None asked and Two responded as he stroked the little one's head, "Twenty-One." The name suited him and everyone seemed to be pleased with having him named it. They continued to quietly flock around the new Stitchpunk to see it. "Congratulations." Seven whispered, "He's a beautiful baby."

Two nodded in agreement, tiredly, looking lovingly at his child, "He is a blessing." Both him and One were feeling very sentimental at this time and the leader reached out to caress his son, "He is absolutely perfect." The little one closed its optics and suddenly One turned back to normal, making a vigorous waving gesture to tell the others to leave. They did, exhausted, but all of them were glad they got to see their new arrival. "You got to help take it out, right?" Nine asked Five as they headed into the hall. The healer shrugged a bit, "One did most of it. I just stood there and held Two's hand." Nine insisted, "You did more than that, I'm sure." Now he put his arm around Five's shoulders. It suddenly grew a bit warm between the two, and Five suddenly stuttered out an answer, "I- Not really- Maybe a little…"

None still was looking back down the hall at the room he just exited, "I wish I could've seen him longer." His twin spoke back to him, "Two will probably let us see him tomorrow." The other zippered male smiled at this and followed him and his best friend. He sort of noticed how Five and Nine had been touching each other more than usual recently. Not friendly touches either, None could tell that this strange petting held other feelings, and it confused him. Especially now as Nine rested his head against Five's and the healer didn't pull away, both smiling. At the same time, as long as Nine and Five were happy then None was happy for them as well. He looked at the rest of his family now, watching most of them disappear into their rooms to sleep, and felt warmth inside.

Seven was carrying an exhausted Four while leading Three by the hand, she being more awake than her own twin. She would probably head to her own room once they were safe and tucked in. Then he glanced quick enough to see Eight enter his room and, seeing that Six was gone, assumed he had already disappeared inside as they shared a room now. He didn't understand why they did this except they seemed like close friends. He was unaware of what their relationship actually was. Then he decided to quickly headed back to the new Workshop for one last look of the baby. Nobody seemed to have really moved; One was still holding Two who had fallen asleep and who still held the baby in his grasp. Twenty-One was also asleep. One though was still awake and was still smiling wider than he ever had before.

Then None headed back after his brother and friend. Nine was waiting at the door to the room all three of them shared and led his twin inside. The New Sanctuary was built quickly in preparation for the upcoming arrival of the new Stitchpunk, so there wasn't time to make many rooms, so for now all three had to share. Nine kept the curtain open to let None in and the twin hurried to his bed to lie down. He was so tired and after a brief 'goodnight', he watched as both Five and Nine fell asleep in their own beds. Then None climbed back out of the bed. Tonight he knew he needed something extra and quickly climbed into his brother's bed. Moving closer he relaxed as he remembered sleeping alone in the First Room. That was over now, though. It was all a piece of the past. Instead he decided to think about how happy he was to have his family. He was no longer forgotten.

Tomorrow was going to be another day to live the life of someone who had been remembered.

FIN

Mable: It's done. Don't expect a sequel. I'll write more fics, especially 9 ones, but I don't plan to make a sequel to this. Maybe if One leapt out of a mirror and demanded me to I would, after I woke from my fainting spell, and fixed the broken coffee table I landed on. I probably would need to go to the hospital too as to get the shards of wood and glass out of my back. :D I hope everyone enjoyed as much as I did writing it. Thank you for your time, please stay tuned for my next fic that is being posted at some point. Thank you for reading, again, I hope you enjoyed!