Hey guys! It's been a long time, but finally getting into the swing of things.
I've recently been getting back into the KND and well, a couple I never explored but can see how it was plausible to be canon was 86x362. So I thought I'd try and write a bit and see how it flows. My OTP will always be 2x86, but it doesn't hurt to branch out!
So please R&R, and I'll get to other stories very soon~
It's fine, I'll let her have this one. It's not like we'll remember what happened anyway.
CHAPTER ONE
"Argh!" A frustrated groan came from behind a closed door. The room situated at the far end of the moonbase had been sealed all week, so operatives weren't inclined to check on what was going on.
Fanny Fullbright, aka Numbuh 86 slumped on her mounds of paperwork and screwed her face up in frustration. She glanced at her helmet hanging from a hook on the wall, and grimaced. The yellow 86 painted on the front seemed to bore down on her, making her frustration much heavier on her heart.
Truth be told, she was merely making herself angry to fight back tears. She had promised herself not to cry, but couldn't help it. Apart from the fact she was renound for not being able to express emotion other than anger, it was also implied with the job that she was to be a mere robot.
However, given the fact her time was finally coming, she couldn't help but feel bad for herself. She was turning 13 in the fresh week of February, so with two weeks to organise for the next in line for her job, it was beginning to give her constant migraines. It frustrated her more that the other operatives just left her to it and not checked on how she was doing. She didn't expect it, since she really didn't have a friend in the whole oganisation, but it crushed a nerve that her leader had well, ignored her the whole week thus far.
Numbuh 86 idolised that girl more than anyone in the KND, and her leader knew this. Knew the Irish girl would jump through rings of fire if asked, and would by right by her side. And yet, as the technical second in command looked down the barrel of a gun, she stared alone. That's what was stopping her from just taking off. The fact no one really cared she was going. Hell they were probably organising parties to throw after her decommissioning.
Which in turn she'd reconsider running away. She knew of every hiding placed that the rest of her, no, the organisation's squad have never found. Not that anyone would miss her, right?
She pulled her map from under her filing, and studied it long and hard. Did she dare sneak out and fly back to earth right now? Did she take some of the filing just to screw them over? Should she try alter her age and trick the system like Chad did or Rory before him?
A rap at her door broke the train of thought. She subconsciously slipped the map back into hiding and sat up straight.
"Door's open." She answered flatly, and watched as the knob turned slowly. In her head she got a bit excited thinking it was her boss, only to be disappointed when a brunette head peaked around. The female slowly stepped around the door and closed it politely behind her before taking a seat opposite the desk. Numbuh 86 hated visitors; they never bothered stopping by so her office seemed foreign to everyone.
"Can I help you Numbuh 23?" she asked. "I'm really busy ya know."
"That's why I'm here." Her voice raspy and very out of place on a 12 year old girl. She played with the hem of her black shirt."People are worried about you. Working too much. Burning out and to avoid everyone."
Numbuh 86 almost scoffed. "Like anyone actually cares what I do. If they did I would have regular visitors. I'm not hidin'. Im tryin' to set up for the kid taking over."
"Numbuh 362 cares."
The name stung hard, and Numbuh 23 could tell her words were finally piercing. A low blow, but she was dealing with a hard egg.
"F-Fanny," She began cautiously. "It may look like we're only making the effort because you're…but it's not all true. Some of us kept trying to be your friend. Defending you when you were off duty. Numbuh 362 used to punish anyone who uttered a bad word about you in her presence. And you have been hiding. You haven't left this space for a week now. You're missing cookie breaks, refuse to come out to the other side of the Moonbase and well, no one moves from their desk straight to their room without needing to take a walk for fresh air. Numbuh 362 wanted to come herself to tell you this, but you know she's busy."
"Yeah, busy debriefing the three newbies on my jobs." Numbuh 86 replied bitterly. She technically held three jobs. Second in command had been thrown on her not long after her promotion to global tactical communications officer while still holding her job as head of decommissioning. Numbuh 23 gave a grin.
"Yeah, she had to find three kids to take over from you. Think about it. She held you in high regards to you know, give you possibly more work than she had. She does think you're worth the effort. In her own leaderly way."
Fanny kept her head lowered and stared dangerously at a spot on the desk as Numbuh 23 got up to excuse herself. "Please at least come to lunch with us? Numbuh 35 wants to talk to you."
Fanny finally looked up. "I…suppose I could spare a few minutes."
#############################################################
Decommissioning countdown: 6 days, 23 hours
Fanny sat on her bed in her room, not wanting to see anyone. The attempts of everyone on Moonbase to make her feel wanted were doing her head in completely. She had met the kids taking over. Three boys. Complete dopes. One more so than others; it was her own brother Paddy moving up to head of decommissioning. Harvey McKenzie was to be second in command until his sister retired. And some kid in their year and tactical division to take over the global tactical job. She had seen her leader fleetingly through the weeks passing, only to see blonde hair dart around corners and away from her. Numbuh 362 was avoiding her right hand girl.
"I just wish they'd get rid of me early. This is worse than the actual event." She hissed at herself as she kicked her boots off. There was a knock on her bedroom door, and she frowned. Who would be annoying her at this hour?
"Numbuh 86? Are you decent?" Numbuh 86's brows rose at the muffled voice from behind her door. She knew it right away. Without a second thought of her anger, she got up, and opened the door a little too quickly. Sure enough, her leader was standing on the other side, eyes downcast to the floor.
"Are you going to invite me or do I need to just do it myself?" Numbuh 362 didn't wait for a reply and pushed past the Irish girl. "Close the door."
Numbuh 86 didn't question the request and did as she was told. Like she always did. If there was any person she simply could not argue with or get mad out loud to was currently standing with her head hung in the centre of her sleeping quarters. The red head gestured to her bed, but Numbuh 362 raised her hand and shook her head.
"So uh, you look um…great?" Eyes flickered up to a curved waistline and continuing forming chest of her friend. They soon darted down again after noticing obvious hip definition.
"I'm sorry that I haven't made time for you." She started, still looking at the floor. "I was trying to avoid you to stop it hurting so much."
Well at least she admits she was doing it. Numbuh 86 thought to herself. Be worse if she ignored that issue too.
"This hurts me more than it hurts you sir." Numbuh 86 stated flatly, wanting to try not to make things anymore awkward than they were becoming.
"I'd like to skip the formalities for this Fanny. Please." Numbuh 362 said, finally looking up. Numbuh noticed tear s welling up in the leader's eyes. "I just…I don't think I can do this without you."
"Do what?"
"Be me."
Numbuh 86's pupils dilated at the words. "Rachel…I…"
Like instinct, she felt her arms raise as her leader threw herself onto her shoulder and sobbed. Numbuh 86 wrapped her arms tightly and buried her lips into the crown of blonde hair.
"I don't know what I'm going to do!" Her leader wailed into the green jumper. "I can't lose you! Not after all we've been through!"
"Ya wont lose me. I'll make sure that one day I'll come back to you. You'll find me."
"Y-you don't understand…" Numbuh 362 raised her head to lock her brown eyes with green. "I can't lose you…"
Numbuh 86's eyes bulged at the next action. Her arms hung by her side as orange clad ones wrapped around her neck. Lips crushed against lips. Numbuh 86 felt a battle going on in her head, and eventually gave in.
It's fine, I'll let her have this one. It's not like we'll remember what happened anyway.
Arms wrapped around a now forming waistline. Green eyes became hidden behind darkened lids, and bodies shuffled to press closer together.
Just this once…