Another Day in the Making

Chapter 1: Boy Genius + Girl Tactics =New Friendship

Disclaimer: I don't own Fusionfall, but I do own the scenario and Katherine Takano, my OC in the story.

DexXKathy may be involved. This is my first fanfic for Fusionfall so no flames please!

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The Pentagon, the world's largest office building, and I just happened to be doing an errand for them. Actually, I'm doing this for Max, but the people at the Pentagon think I'm all theirs(Exaggerating, of couse). This was my first job as a Plumber: Go to the Pentagon and deliver an important letter to a certain address that just happened to be where I live. What do I look like, a messenger girl or something? But I did owe Max a favor, and would you look at that, I have to deliver a package too! It wasn't a small one either. Luckily, it was going to the same place. At least I didn't have to go to two completely different places.

I take the letter and the package with me onto a SCAMPER and ride it to the address. Twelve minutes later, I land safely onto the asphalt in front of a—wait a minute, was I supposed to land here? I think I just landed in front of someone's house. I double check the slip of paper Max had put the address on for me. I stare at the area code on the mailbox, which was standing next to the concrete steps that led to the front door. I look at the address again. Number by number, it seemed to be the right place. I haul the package out of the SCAMPER carefully, trying to watch my step. I trudge up to the door and slowly put the package down onto the doorstep. I look around, noticing that there really wasn't anybody home. No cars either. I knocked anyways. I mean to be honest; some people don't use vehicles, what with global warming and such. Surprisingly, I heard small footsteps coming towards the other side of the door. I heard a loud click of the lock and the door opened.

"Hello?" Said a heavily accented voice. Sounded like Russian, but then again, it could be something else. A short redheaded boy had come to the door. He looked like he might've been 10 or 11 years old. He was wearing a cotton white lab coat with black pants as well as for his buckled shoes shining as if they were polished. But what caught my attention the most was that he was wearing purple rubber gloves, and his eyes, his eyes seem the most attractive part of him. They were a startling blue, vibrant and intelligent, hidden behind a pair of black goggle-like glasses.

"Hello. Does anyone in your household go by the name of…" I look at the letter's recipient name. "Dexter?"

The boy smiled with satisfaction, and introduced. "That would be me. Dexter, boy genius."

I stared at him, wondering if it was possible that this boy was trying to trick me. "Nice try kid, your not fooling anyone. Now seriously, I just need to deliver this to Dexter and I'll be on my way."

"Want me to prove it? If I can prove to you that I'm Dexter, then you can just leave without breaking down."

I raised my brow an inch. "What do you mean, break down?"

"Nevermind, come in." He invited, opening the door to full width. "Bring in the package too."

I shrugged and lifted the package, walking it into the room. After setting the box down, the boy shuts the door behind me, making me follow him to the living room.

He walks to the backyard outside, I follow. He walks over to a small pass code pad which was imbedded into the ground. He presses a few of the numbers and slowly, a large door in the ground opened beneath, shaking the ground around it only slightly. He gestured me to come with him underground. All I could do was gawk in pure awe at the amazing workmanship of just the hidden entrance. For all I knew, there could be an entire laboratory down here! And boy was there ever! There were giant Megabots, complicated scanners, huge computer screens, piles of CPUs, and of course, tons and tons androids and robots! It's a Sci-fi fanatic's dream!

"D-did you make all these things?" I stammered in question.

"I told you that I had proof." He stated proudly.

He let me look around as much as I wanted, but made me promise not to touch anything. Everything metallic in the laboratory was cool to the touch, very high tech obviously. Everything in the lab was so cutting edge, you probably couldn't tell if you were in the present anymore. I even almost forgot I had something to deliver to boy genius.

"Oh my, I almost forgot," I muttered as I took out the large manila envelope that the Pentagon had given me. I gave the envelope to its proper owner.

"I apologize for my doubts about you, Dexter. I am truly amazed by your work." I admitted sincerely, looking around at the boy's lab.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

"Much longer than you'd expect, really. Oh, and don't worry about the box. I already sent one of my androids to pick it up." He explained, as he saw me head for the exit.

Man, he's good. I'm guessing I should've expected that. I thought, stopping myself. I watched him as he opened the envelope, pulling out a small packet of files, setting them down on a nearby marble table. Then I realized something.

"Hey Dexter, do you by any chance have any sponsors or funding helping you do all of this?"

Surprised by my question, he glanced at me, then the papers. He looked at me again and replied. "Well, actually I don't. Why do you ask, um, what is your name? I don't believe you ever told me."

"Oh sorry, how rude of me. It's just that I didn't expect Dexter to be you." I pull my hand out of my pocket and gesture to him. "My name is Katherine Takano. Age 11, freelance KND agent, I'm also one of the youngest people to ever join the Plumbers and, well that's all."

Slightly hesitant, he shakes hands with me. In that moment we shaked, I felt this strange feeling. Like as if our meeting was about to change our entire lives, as well as history. But then again, that's just me.

"Impressive, must be a very busy life for you. Anyway though," He went on, letting go of my hand. "Katherine, my question still stands."

"Well, what with all I've seen within this wondrous place of yours, it would be even greater with some kind of sponsor backing you up. I'm surprised to hear you don't though." Then a something even greater came to mind. "I know! I can be your sponsor!"

His eyes widened at my offer. "I don't know Katherine… do you even have the money to support that?"

"Of course I do, tons of it. Don't ask how I do it, because I really don't know where it comes from. It just keeps coming, and the numbers just rise." I admitted. "If you like, I can show you." I offer.

He gestures towards one of his smaller computers, which was composed of a hologram and touch screen combination. I touch over a few keys, only taking seconds to load and display. I typed in the bank's website, bringing up my account. I step away from the screen, letting him view the big numbers that were being shown as my savings. The young genius side glanced at me in irony, wanting to know how I could have possibly accumulated so much.

"Now that is a really huge number." Dexter admitted.

"What do you say, do we have a deal?" I offer him, wondering what he would say to this.

He looks at me, wondering what I could possibly be thinking about. He finally smiles, his face brimming with excitement.

"Deal."

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So, what do you guys think? I've been wanting to write this for so long I just had to. Please review my story! Anonymous reviews are allowed, so no worries. Thanks, Hikaru.