Lost

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Clary opened up her eyes, slowly. Her right eye wasn't opening though, to her. It was open, just white. She looked around the room before slowly sitting up. A hand placed itself under her back and helped her up. She looked to her right. A golden visor was facing her. The same soldier with silver tinted gold armor sat next to her. They stared at each other for a few minutes before the door swung open. A boy with greenish blue eyes, brown hair, chocolate brown skin, a teal/cyan shirt, and jeans stood there, on hand on the doorknob, the other on the door frame. He locked eyes with Clary before smirking.

"She woke up, didn't she... Agent Washington." He snickered.

"I will choke you to death, Tucker." Washington, Clary guessed, growled.

Tucker chuckled and back out of the room slowly, closing the door. Washington sighed and turned back to Clary. She gave him a blank face. Neither talked, again. A silent, awkward stare was shared between the two.

"So, um... I'm Agent Washington, as Tucker said. I go by Wash." He said. "Your probably wondering where you are... aren't you?"

Clary shook her head. "I don't trust you. That's the problem. I don't care where I am. I. Don't. Trust. You." She whispered.

Wash was surprised. "Why... don't you trust me?" He asked.

"I don't trust anyone." She mumbled. "Not anymore." She sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them.

Clary fought back tears. She buried her head in her arms and took a shaky breath. He probably didn't believe her. She was too innocent to not trust anyone, but it's a good way to protect yourself. No one ever believed her. No matter what the truth. Her father- hated her. Her mother- never cared. Her sister- tried caring, but found out many things about her- lying, stealing, shoplifting, stuff like that and she stopped believing her. He brother- the only one who didn't stop believing. No one at school tried to help, no teacher would understand it was for a good reason. No one understood. She couldn't take it. She tried killing herself a few times and failed. She couldn't bring herself to do it. But she tried. Multiple times.

Wash continued to look at her. She shifted so her side was facing him. Her body shaking violently. She cried. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She cried. All she held in for many years, she let out. Wash rubbed her back. Her armor was off, which was strange. Whoever fixed her up must've taken it off.

"Take your time." He whispered.

Clary chuckled softly. It quickly turned back into quiet sobs. She heard the door open again but didn't dare pick her head up. A soft voice came through the doorway. A boys.

"Wash? Is the girl going to be ok?" He asked.

Wash, or the other boy, sighed. "I don't know, Caboose. Give her time."

"What happened?" Came the same voice, Caboose.

"I don't know." He hissed quietly.

Clary picked her head up slowly. The boy was young. His hair was a dark blonde, had baby blue eyes, fair skin. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans. He seemed vaguely familiar. She dropped her knees from her chest and stood up, slowly. Caboose looked at her with a bright smile. A smile she loved, and has seen so many time when she was a kid.

"Michael...?" She whispered.

Caboose looked at her funny, then a Wash with a confusing look. "She knows me...?" He asked.

"You know him?" Wash repeated.

"You don't remember me? Clary? Your baby sister?" She asked.

"Cl...ar...y...?" He sounded out into a question. "Baby sister...CLARY!!!!!" He shouted.

Caboose jumped at Clary, making her stumble. She melted into a small hug with Caboose who seemed to be crying into her shoulder. She chuckled sadly. She missed her big brother more than anything. He always cared. He was always there. He never gave up on her. He helped her through her suicide thoughts. He's what kept her alive. He wouldn't live without her. He couldn't take care of himself. But he could take care of his sister. He was the only one who cared... And who could beat up the boys who broke her heart.

"I missed you, Clare." He whispered.

"I missed you more, Michael J. Caboose." Clary chuckled.

"NUH UH I MISSED YOU MORE!!!" He shouted.

Clary laughed. "I missed you to the moon and back."

"That's far..." Caboose whispered.

She giggled and hugged her brother again. "I love you, moron."

"I love you too, sis." He replied, hugging her.

Wash leaned on the wall, watching the small reunion between siblings. It was cute that Caboose was happy his sister was back. No one knew he had a sibling. It wasn't obvious when Wash was trying to keep the girl alive. Their eye color was the same, hair different in a small shade. Clary's hair was a bleach blonde while Caboose's was a dirty brownish blonde. They had the same skin shade though.

Tucker opened the door, again. He smiled when he saw the two hugging. He pulled Wash out. He growled at Tucker. He just kept pulling him away though. Tucker was known for taking people away to talk for unknown reasons. Along with Caboose, who had a history of annoying the shit out of people. Carolina and Church left without a goodbye, leaving Caboose in a state a depression. No one knew where they went.

"What, Tucker?" Wash growled.

"Is she seriously Caboose's sister?!?" Tucker shouted.

"I don't know, Tucker." He replied.

"Doubt it. She's way too smart to be the dumbass' sister." He shook his head, brown hair flopping around on his face.

"Lets not be too sure. The first thing she said to me was, 'I don't trust you'." Wash said.

"Holy shit dude..."