Part two, depending on how some of the next episodes go I may do more for the Dark Matter fandom.

Enjoy.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!"

One knew this was going to happen when they returned to the Raza. The whole ride back he was wondering which it was going to be, blind rage or total worry.

Apparently he got the rage.

"She's fine, it isn't hers." One's own words sounded pretty bad to even his own ears.

Up until then, Two's gaze was focused solely on the blood covered Five. In a flash it turned to One instead. He could tell she was just now noticing he was just as bloody as the young girl was.

"It's not mine either!" One would have brought his hands up in supplication but they were currently holding on to the still trancelike Five.

Upon docking with the Raza, Two and Four were waiting for the return of their shipmates. Three and Six were off first, no doubt in an attempt to escape Two's potential wrath. They didn't even make it two steps before One and Five made their blood-soaked appearance.

If One was going to get an asskicking then they were too.

Five didn't improve at all during the short ride back to the Raza. She hadn't said a word and her eyes still held that distant blank look. One had to all but carry her to the seat before strapping her in. Once back onboard the Raza, One again had to release the restraints and pull her along off the ship. He was currently standing beside the teal haired girl with one arm around her shoulders while his other hand was on the opposite shoulder.

He was already covered in blood so he didn't care about getting anymore on him. Not to mention Five looked like she badly needed the support. She may not even be standing if he wasn't holding on to her. Best not to take chances.

"Group of raiders hit the market." Six began, he visibly gulped when Two's burning look targeted him. "We got back to the marauder with few problems but one tried to board. He was about to kill One..."

"The kid put one in his neck, damn good shot for an amateur." Three had to have the worst timing for an interruption. He didn't seem as afraid of Two as the rest of them were. The man's self preservation didn't carry over to interactions with the crew apparently. "She fired point blank."

"Who gave her the gun?" Two snarled as she shoved One's hands off Five. The older woman looked the girl over. Most likely for injuries.

"Pretty boy here dropped his when he got hit, she grabbed it." Three really needed to shut his mouth. He was not making the situation any better.

Two didn't say another word. Instead leading the traumatized girl out of the room. Likely to the infirmary for a real checkup.

"So... Who do you think gets the first ticket out the airlock?" Three looked at One and Six with a small grin. One would have loved to punch it off him.

"You." The stoic Four spoke up for the first time. His voice betrayed no emotion but One imagined he was smirking on the inside.

Three's face instantly fell. "What? Why me?"

"Cause she doesn't like you as much as the rest of us." Six responded. "You did kinda pull a mutiny a while back."

"For the love of..." Three groaned. "That was one time!" He stormed out of the room grumbling under is breath something that sounded a lot like 'never going to hear the end of it'.

"You should clean up." Four's voice caught One's attention. Looking down at himself he saw the blademaster was right.

Perhaps if Two didn't kill him he would check up on Five.

After a shower and a change of clothes, One went to the infirmary to see how Five was doing. Upon arrival he found the door was sealed shut from the inside.

Two was no doubt in there trying to get Five to talk to her. One sincerely hoped she succeeded.

There was no telling what shape the young girl was in. Last One saw her she seemed to be in shock. He couldn't blame her. She did just kill someone for the first time. She wanted badly to belong among them but she was the white sheep in a flock of blacks.

Murderers, thieves, and pirates. Deep down, even if they didn't remember doing it, that was what they all were. Well now Five did belong on one front, One thought darkly. Now she was a killer just like them.

Later that day during the Raza's night cycle, One found himself unable to sleep. The entire time he tried, all he could picture when he closed his eyelids was the look on Five's blood covered face.

Taking a walk through the corridors of the Raza, One just let his feet carry him to wherever. He had no real destination in mind.

Maybe that was why he found himself before the doorway to Five's room. The door itself was wide open, but the room was moderately dark. The only light coming from a tiny source beside the bed.

Sitting on the bed was Five. Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest with her head buried between them. She was shaking but just barely enough to be seen by the passing One.

Everything inside One screamed that he couldn't just leave her like this. He should say or do something.

Knocking softly on the door, One made his presence known.

"I told you I... I'm fine." Five snapped as she lifted her head. The look of anger melted away the second she saw her visitor was One. "Sorry. Thought you were Two."

At One's confused look, the teal haired girl continued. "She wouldn't leave me alone earlier."

"How did you convince her to leave?"

"Threatened to sabotage the wiring of the gym so that the door can't open." Five spoke nonchalantly despite the fact that such a thing would be like Armageddon aboard the Raza.

"She's just worried for you." One rolled his eyes moving into the room, closing the door behind him out of habit. "I'm sure most of us are."

Five scooted back so that her back was to the wall to make room for One to sit.

Now that he was closer, One got a good look at Five. She was cleansed of the blood, her clothes were new too just not her usual colorful ensemble. She had instead opted for a plain black shirt and shorts. It actually looked a lot like something Two exercised in but One didn't ask.

Five scoffed. "Even Three?"

"Even Three in his own way was concerned."

The young girl just gave him a look.

"Okay you got me there." One shrugged with a slight upturn of his lips. Even Five cracked a tiny smile. So she wasn't a complete wreck at least. That was good, small victories were important.

"Look I wanted to say thanks. If you hadn't of done what you did I wouldn't be here." One winced internally when he saw the way Five's shoulder's tensed up. So much for small victories.

"You know the worst part?" Five's voice had begun to quiver. "I barely felt anything, even the recoil of the gun in my hand when I killed him. I don't know which is worse, that I didn't feel anything or the thought of one of you being killed because I wasn't good enough to help."

"But..."

"But what?" Five whirled on One with rage in her eyes. "I'm too weak? Too soft? I can't do what all of you do? I don't have the guts to do any of it?" Her voice was growing in volume with each question that passed her lips.

One was grateful he had the foresight to close her room's door when he did. Last thing they needed was the rest of the Raza's crew to come running asking what the yelling's about.

With Five's eyes boring into his own, One suddenly understood a few things. For starters, that wasn't anger in her gaze, it was fear. Fear of not being accepted by the only people she knew in the galaxy, fear of never being accepted.

"You shouldn't have to. " One finished his sentence that Five cut off.

Taken aback by his response, Five opened her mouth as if to say more but whatever it was died in her throat.

"You're not a killer Five. It's not that you can't, or that you're too weak. You proved earlier that you are anything but." One looked Five square in the eye while he spoke. "You know what you do with wires and circuits and computers?" Five nodded slowly. "None of us can do that. Hell, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I'm practically just a literal extra pair of hands."

"You're the heart." Five whispered softly.

One wasn't sure if it was something he was meant to hear or not. "What do you mean?"

"You're the one that keeps everyone straight." Five answered.

"That's Two who does that. She keeps everyone from killing each other."

"Not what I mean One." Five took a steadying breath. "You remind everyone they don't have to be who they were before. They can be someone different, they are someone different. You show them a better way. And then you keep them going. Two is the head, Three, Six, and Four are the muscle, but you are the heart. We'd fall apart without you."

It was a line of thinking One had never thought of. Sure he was the one who tried to keep everyone on a law abiding and morally right path but he never thought himself all that successful on that front.

Another thing One was only now seeing was that Five was a lot more observant than he ever gave her credit for.

"Fine but if that's true we'd be just as lost without our brain and smarts." One knew he had her there. The only other person that had her skills with electronics was the android but she was just that, an android. It was no substitute for an actual thinking person.

"Agree to disagree." Five's voice was neutral but there was no missing the tiny smiling forming.

One found himself doing a mental double take. Wasn't he supposed to be comforting her and not the other way around?

"Look, never think you're too weak to be one this crew." One hated to go back to this but it was something that needed to be said. "You're one of us no matter what anyone says or does. Got me?"

Five nodded her response.

"Good." Standing up, one put a hand on her shoulder. "You should try to get some sleep. It's been a crappy day for everyone."

Five put her hand on his for a moment. "I'll try One but only if you do too."

Smirking, One gave the girl a small salute. "Yes ma'am."

When One left the room, he glanced over his shoulder to see Five pulling the covers up over herself. For all her insecurities, Five was a lot tougher than she seemed. The girl was going to be fine.

I feel like this didn't go the way I wanted but oh well, no work is perfect.