"Happy Birthday," the red head girl in the green sweater said with a small, genuine smile.

Abby looked up, her red hat blocking her view of her and sighed heavily. "Let's get this over with, Fanny."

Fanny laughed and said, "Get what over with?"

Her shoulder hunched and she tutted. Really? After all they'd been through? After all the missions they'd undergone together, all the adult plots they foiled...Fanny was going to stand there and through her like that? Abby couldn't believe it. Fanny wouldn't even show the decency to treat this as what it was: a tragedy. She would just smile like she didn't care and treat the taller girl like a mentally disabled person.

Fine.

"You know you'll be thirteen in a few weeks." It took two to tango.

Her face suddenly turned grim. She nodded and said with a surprisingly respectful tone, "And I only hope I'll end up like you."

Abby pushed her hat up to get a better view of her, thinking that maybe she'd misread the small glimmer in the Scot's eyes, "Huh?"

"Number five, Abigail Lincoln, you are one of the most amazing agents in the history of the KND." She said solemnly, "Do you remember Maurice?"

Abby only nodded. He was her hero, and if she was honest with herself, her first love. How could she not remember Maurice?

She recalled the day a couple years ago when she'd found out that a chosen few KND operatives became double agents when they turned thirteen. Even then, her mind went back to the fact that it had been their little secret, and how she'd almost dared to hope...to hope it'd happen to her, but this wasn't a fairy tale, right? Things didn't go down like you wanted them to. All you could do was take your birthdays as they came, and hope you didn't turn into your older sister, Cree.

"You don't mean…"

Fanny nodded, "Yes, you any good at actin', Abby?"

Abby only allowed a smile to creep onto the exposed half of her face, and nodded.

She was escorted out onto that familiar stage in front of hundreds of kids. She put her hands into her blue hoodie's pouch and looked at them. What to say? What would make them think she had really been decommissioned? What would make them think that without a doubt, their praised Abby was gone?

Then it hit her. Insults were always good.

"Do any of you brats no where Abby can get out of this dump?"

That was all it took.

She was a teenager now.

"Cree," she said as she stepped into the house.

"So, you're a teen now, eh sis?" Cree said slyly.

Abby nodded. "I don't know why I feel so different." She lied. She decided that saying 'Abby don't know' would be too Numbuh Five, too her old self. And, besides, the quirk had always annoyed Cree, so she'd just keep it out of her older sister's hearing range.

Cree grinned and wrapped an arm around her baby sister shoulder. "I want you to meet some of my friends."

"Friends?"

"Yeah," Cree nodded and her grin grew, "Teenage friend."

Cree smirked, reapplying her chapstick and Abby looked on with halfhearted enthusiasm, thinking over the orders that had been given to her from Numbuh 362.

Abby nodded, humming with feigned approval and walked away from her sister. She couldn't help but think of seeing Maurice. She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of spending her time with a bunch of teenagers. This, now that you think about it, was ironic, since she technically was a teenager.

"But really sis, you need a make-over." Cree scolded, bumping Abby out of her musings. "I changed my style when I became a teenager. So will you."

Abby hid her grimace, flashing Cree a kilowatt smile. "Whatever you say, big sis."