~Authors note…SOOOOOO, Yeah, sorry about the sudden change in context, but I promise I'll get to the other story soon…er or later… Anyway! Summer's started and I've actually had time to sit down and watch my favorite shows in the middle of the day, like KND, which I do not own by the way… so, I decided I wanted to see more of the Sector V operatives, except when they actually get decommissioned and grow up.
I haven't seen all of the episodes, or the last last last episode of the entire KND series, so if you have that sorta info of what happened, please Share. So, Read and Review. Nigel centric, with appearances from Wally (Numbuh 4), Abigail (Numbuh 5), Rachel (Numbuh 362), Fanny (Numbuh 86) Hoagie (Numbuh 2) and Kuki (Numbuh 3) Eventually. ^. ^ ~
OPERATION- R.E.T.U.R.N
Really
Embarrassing
Trials
Used for
Remembering
Numbuh One
Flashes. That's all he ever really saw. That's all he could remember. And it really ticked him off. Nigel groaned inwardly as his teacher fired into a whole new realm of the American constitution. Hell, he knew the laws of practically everything known to man and even Rainbow monkey… he shook his head furiously. There was another flash from his memory. Rainbow monkey? Seriously? Where the bloody hell did that come from?
"Mr. Uno?"
Reluctantly, he lifted his aching head to look at the high school teacher with his gray-blue eyes. There were some days where the flashes were nearly unbearable, practically derailing his entire train of thought. With so many laws being drilled into him, the flashbacks were becoming unbearable. "Yes, Ms. Snow?" Came his British laced response. 'What can my befuddled and eternally fried brain do for you?' He silently added.
"Are you capable of staying conscious or should I let you sleep in Detention?" She asked coolly, daring him to make a snide remark like any other teenage boy would. But she didn't know Nigel at all if she expected him to succumb to her desires. In fact, he knew she wanted to see a black mark on his perfect record. It wasn't like Nigel Uno was a goody-two shoe, but he certainly knew the rules, and he always played by the rules. More often than not, playing by the rule generally saved his ass from many serious cases…but he couldn't remember those cases! He only knew they existed at one point or other.
"No one's capable of stayin' awake in this class, lady!" The Australian accent shouted from the back of the room, and all eyes were turned toward the short blond teen, leaving Nigel out of the spotlight. Stoically relieved, he sank into his seat, rubbing his aching hairless head. As much as he loved being left alone, he despised the arrogant shorty that sat four desks behind him. Wallabee Beatles, otherwise known as Wally. The schools bad boy...and the number one loud mouth.
Number one…God, what did it mean to him? Nigel felt another round of pain hit his head as a large '1' flashed before his eyes, painted in red on the front of a wooden door…Where had he seen it before? He knew he should know the setting by heart, but a huge piece of the puzzle was missing! What he really needed was a way to that vital piece.
While the American History teacher was reaming Wally, Nigel slammed his eyes shut to block out the suddenly bright fluorescents. Oh, how he rued this days when his memory wouldn't let him alone. One could only take so much, and Nigel had learned he was able to withstand quite a lot, but it became agonizing at times, even for him.
'Knock, knock, knock.'
Twenty-seven pairs of eyes looked up at the sound of a fist on fake wood. Eventually, after he heard the door open and a new pair of light, swift steps practically danced through the room, did the Twenty-eighth pair of eyes look.
And there before him was a goddess. Her beautiful dark colored skin almost shimmering with what Nigel originally thought was Body Glitter. But she seemed so much more than simple glitter, like her skin was actually glowing and her brown eyes alight with such power, that Nigel couldn't make himself breathe. Everything around him disappeared, and he just stared at the earth bound angel gliding through the room while her wings were covered by the tight-fitting blue tank top. Strong muscled legs where covered by more tight-fitted clothing, with her thong sandals showing off her absolutely perfected feet. And, god, her hair was this flowing black silk that glided magnificently over her bared shoulders.
Nigel suddenly felt very uncomfortable and he shifted position, trying to cool off and calm himself down. Whoever this new divinity was, she certainly had a way of making an entrance. The bald sixteen-year-old was extremely impressed.
But, he was not the only to notice such a beauty entering their mist, for once he had regained self control, the first thing he heard was Wally's cat call from the peanut gallery. Nigel clenched his fists, angered by how this mystic woman was already treated like any other piece of plastic this run down school offered. Over half of the girls had undergone changes one way or another. Yet the new girl, she was real. Somewhere, Nigel could feel it. One hundred percent real.
After a furious look was thrown Wally's way, Ms. Snow turned and greeted the new teen with a kind smile, sweetly asking what she could do for her. Smooth as stone, her holiness retrieved a slip from on of her pockets and gave it to the teacher.
"Ah, well. Welcome to American History, Miss Lincoln."
Lincoln! Immediately, a new round of pain shot through his head as the name rang yet another rusty bell. Rules, Number one, Lincoln…they all lead to something! Another flash hit his head, this time of a young girl, a braided pony tail sticking out of a rugged and beaten red hat on top of her head. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face while he struggled to regain control. The pain was working it's way toward insanity, and Nigel could only take it for so long.
"-Mr. Uno."
"Huh?" Nigel shot up, surprised to hear his name for the second time that class period. But when he received a questioning glance from her beauty, he instantly recoiled, unable to bear the sight of such intensity. Of course, he had completely ignored the look of utter annoyance from Ms. Snow.
Miss Lincoln made her way to the empty seat beside Nigel, and now he really wished for the bell to ring soon. Unfortunately, as he looked at the clock on the wall, he still had a good twenty minutes of this heavenly torture…He was beginning to doubt his strength as Miss Lincoln turned her dark brown gaze towards him. Shaking ever so slightly, Nigel managed to keep his head low, scribbling random notes into his notebook, while still keeping his goddess in the corner of his eye. Each time she looked at him, he'd create a new bullet point, a simple way of recording for the sleuth master.
Another part of his unsolved past. How had he gotten so good at so many things? Sneaking around was a cakewalk for him, assembling and dissembling a gun was like fourth grade homework, repairing a bike or a car took him an hour at most. All of these talents…but no knowledge of how he obtained them. The only thing he knew was that these talents were definitely connected to the flashes and the puzzle. Which all leads back to having to solve the damn puzzle. And he would do it even if he had to take it piece by piece by tiny piece.
Making his eighth dot, the bell mercifully rang for lunch break, and Nigel Uno was on his feet and out the door in a matter of seconds, successfully avoiding the crowds yet again. He had always made sure to stay at least three or four steps ahead of everyone.
Yes, he told himself, I've always made sure to stay ahead of the game, since before I could remember. Growling, he stalked down the steps and into the sunny courtyard. The only thing these flashes and thoughts gave him was a constant walking around in a circle. Everyday, it's the same thoughts as he beat the crowd and stayed ahead of everyone, even his teachers. At some point in his life, it had become almost customary to plan out every detail and take in every mishap that could happen. Hell, it was just the ordinary life style to Nigel Uno.
Then comes the question of had it always been like that? Planning every move carefully and skillfully, and then following that exact plan because he had anticipated all else? Bloody hell! He screamed in his head. I'm looking too far into this!
While Nigel swerved through the crowd of high school teens, two figures stood on the third floor of the school, watching his every move with carefully guarded eyes. The taller one held a pair of dark sunglasses in her hands, her long blond hair hanging in her face as she stared at the bald teen. Did he ever wonder why he was bald? How he was so skilled in avoiding being seen or touched? She sighed, walking along the windows to keep him in eyesight.
Behind her, a red haired girl followed, also keeping a close eye on the junior. She turned her green eyes to the blond haired girl. "How much longer, 362?"
"Rachel." She corrected, still watching. "You should know better than to use those names in public. Any one of these teens could be working for them." When the red head only huffed, Rachel continued. "We have to wait for his memory to fully recover. Then we can take him back."
"We have about two weeks left, and you expect us to wait till baldy remembers everything? Why can't we just tell him and then spend two weeks training him again?" Spat the Irish girl, waving her arms as she followed her leader who still followed Nigel. "We're just wasting time waiting on that son of a-"
"Quiet, Fanny. Don't talk about him like that! You know very well how much we need his skills again. And besides, if we let him remember, he won't need any refreshing." She stopped as her pocket buzzed, and she growled, forcing the pair of sunglasses into her friends hand and pointing for Fanny to keep following Nigel. "I have to get back to Base and check the enemy reports. Keep an eye on him…" Walking a few steps, she stopped and turned back to Fanny, holding up a finger of caution. "And don't pull anything!"
Once alone, Fanny cursed under her breath, moving her eyes back to the teenager. Even as teens, Numbuh 86 and Numbuh 362 remained full time KND operatives, even though Numbuh 362 claimed retirement. True, Rachel had spent some time just being a normal kid, but once Numbuh 5 hit teen hood, she walked right into decommission, forcing Numbuh 362 to return and keep order. Abigail Lincoln and the rest of sector V were all decommissioned on their thirteenth birthday…except for Nigel Uno, who had spent time in the Galactic KND. Upon his fourteenth birthday (he had achieved the right to an extra year for his amazing leadership talents) he willingly came back for decommission, forever a man of honor and loyalty. But even after the memory was supposedly erased, there have been cases where the knowledge of the KND was far too great, and the mind refused to forget. However, these cases were one in about eleventy-billion and Fanny and Rachel were two of such cases. They hopped, and most of Numbuh 362, knew that Numbuh One was one of those mysterious cases.
It was up to Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 86 to bring him back to where he really belonged. He belonged in a place where he could kick the ass of any adult that treated kids wrongly.
Numbuh 86 looked at the sunglasses in her hand, thinking to her self. Don't pull anything, that were her orders…but her first order was to keep an eye on Nigel. Damn, there were no loopholes in that one. Then again, why did Rachel hand over the sunglasses when she was the one to constantly hold onto them like some sort of lifeline? Fanny smiled as an idea suddenly came to her, and she stole one more glance at the bald sixteen year old before darting off toward the school's front office.
Shuffling around his locker, Nigel searched for his lunch while tossing his no longer needed books onto the floor of the generally neat locker. His next class was a science elective, taken by students interested in the galactic marvels. He had taken it as an easy class, and rarely showed up for it. Yet he managed to keep a steady 'A' in the class, all of his knowledge of the galaxy and the solar system practically common sense to him. Since his head continued to push him to the breaking point, he decided it best to once again ditch the class and hunt down some headache relief. So, in went his Space science book.
"Hey, Nickel!" Wally's annoying voice sounded from behind him, and Nigel bit into his lip. Great, just what he needed. A pain in the ass and a smashing headache.
"It's Nigel, Wallabee." He finally retrieved the simple sandwich and slammed his locker shut to find Wally leaning on the locker beside him. His bright blue eyes looked Nigel up and down, and Nigel fought the urge to punch the shrimp in the face. But he knew the blond wasn't worth his energy. "What would you like this time? Notes to world history? The trig homework that you never do?"
"Oi! What make's ya think I want somethin'? Can't I just come and say hi for once?"
Nigel rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack. "You've never done it before." As much as Nigel might hate the short Australian, something kept him close. More often than not, he passed it off as one of those 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' bids, but he wasn't exactly sure. Wallabee was something from somewhere, like a dark part of his mind. But in any case, Nigel was sure Wallabee had never been his favorite.
Wally began walking beside Nigel, talking about the latest hookup in school and the recent fights. The gray-blue eyed teen tuned him out, thinking once again about the new girl, and why she had sparked that picture in his mind. Could she be the very same girl? Possibly. Nigel wasn't always open to new theories, but what choice did he have now?
"Then that Lincoln girl, she's a beauty, don't ya thing, Nickel?" Wally asked, snapping Nigel out of his own thoughts at the mention of her name. He felt a blush creeping up his neck, and without hair to hide it, he had to look at the ground. Unfortunately, with Wally shorter than him, the bad boy saw the sudden redness of his classmate and hooted. "Whoa-ho-ho! Looks like someone might have a little lust for her." He elbowed Nigel's side, making the British teen glower at the Australian teen before he quickly veered into the crowd just outside of the hall way. Still, he called after him. "Don't worry, mate! I think I might be able to give ya a fightin' chance!"
Hmph, like I need your help, kangaroo boy. Thought Nigel as he slinked through the crowd, practically unnoticed. His subconscious mind led him to his usual eating spot, a small, secluded area on the far side of the school, where most of the lone sharks went. Not that Nigel was really a loner. He had friends and all, but he preferred to spend Migraine Days alone to think.
And right now, he really needed to think.
"Oh great, where the hell is that kid?" Hoagie Gilligan growled, sitting on the edge of the lunch table. Tall and average sized, Hoagie was one of the kids many high school kids didn't care about. His green eyes scanned the crowds behind his thick glasses. He looked sideways at his younger brother, the freshmen known as Tommy, who was a spitting image of his older brother. But most people just called him Tom nowadays.
Tom shrugged, taking a bite out of his chicken select. "How am I supposed to know? It wasn't my turn to watch him."
Hoagie sighed as he looked at the watch on his wrist. Lunch was going to be over in about five minutes, and if Nigel wasn't there yet, it meant he wasn't showing up that day. It must have been another painful headache day. Disappointed, since he needed the Space science homework and because he was bored, Hoagie sat across from Tom. "Why do ya think he gets all of those headaches?"
"Beats me. Maybe he just works too hard…he needs a girl friend…like you!" A fork was pointed at Hoagie.
"I don't have time for a girlfriend." He snapped with a shake of his head. Waving his arms, he added, "I have about seven planes that are still in the making. Do you honestly think I can just put those on hold and give in to a chicks every desire?"
Another shrug. "I stand corrected. You need a life."
The bell rang to state the ending of lunch, and Hoagie sighed as he picked his bag off the ground. Hopefully, Nigel would be there at the beginning of class to give him the answers. Even though Hoagie was well beyond the average I.Q, he spent most of his time making flying machines in his basement instead of doing his homework. And whenever he wasn't building and creating, he was wondering how the hell he learned to make a bed into an aircraft. He generally concluded it was just a natural born talent.
Lucky for him, as soon as he walked in, the first thing he saw was the baldhead of his close friend. But by the look on his face, and the still packed bag, Hoagie knew he was planning on getting out of the class room right after attendance. That at least gave him about ten minutes to copy the homework, nine more than he needed.
"Hey, Nigel. How's it-"
Nigel already had the sheet out and ready to be taken by the homework-less. It meant 'don't talk to me, just take it and let me think.' Yes, it was definitely one of those headache days. As Hoagie sat in his seat beside Nigel, he thought about how odd it was that he was almost able to read the teens thoughts, even though he really only met him freshmen year. But somewhere deep inside of him, he knew that freshmen year wasn't the first time he had met the British bald kid. Pushing the thoughts aside, Hoagie immediately began scribbling the answers onto his own sheet, finishing in his estimated time.
As soon as the attendance was done and the homework collected, Nigel was gone and out of the room without a trace. Seriously, it was like, Hoagie saw him there one second, and as soon as he looked away, he turned back to find the seat empty and all of Nigels belongings gone.
Hey, that was just how Nigel Uno worked.
Walking alone in the hallway, Nigel made his way towards the doors with a small yellow paper in his left hand. He knew the school system and what color paper meant. Yellow-leaving early, Pink- suspension, Blue-principals office. But he wasn't really leaving, he still had another two hours of school after his fifth hour, so he simply moved towards his secluded safe haven.
"Hey there, uh, Mr. Uno."
He froze as he heard the voice of the goddess address him from behind, and he spun around to find her, glowing with the sun behind her. Again, he forgot how to breathe, and he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. Yes, how attractive.
However, it was rather attractive with his powerful and prominent jawbone, and Ms. Lincoln gave him a small smile as she moseyed towards him. 'Damn it.' He thought, looking left and right. 'Please no more erections. Oh please, please, please.' Deciding to simply wave a friendly hello, he turned away to hurry off and keep his sanity.
"Wait, hold up! Abby just wants to know your real name…
"Uhm…" He stopped id stride, still not looking her way. "Nigel."
There was a sudden silence, and both stood frozen to the spot as they thought about each other's names. Abby? As in Abigail? Nigel knew the name instantly. Yes, it was Abigail Lincoln. He was sure of it…but how was he sure of it.
His head exploded with pain again, and the picture of the young girl in the red hat reappeared, and he was forced to the ground, holding his head. The shaking had started again, and he forced air in and out of his lungs, trying to regain his control. In the distance, he heard his name called as Abby came bounding to his side, placing a gentle and warm hand on his back.
"Nigel? Nigel! Are you okay?" She sounded half panicked.
"Yes…yes…" He slowly got to his feet once more, shaking off the hand and looking gratefully her way. "I'm fine now. Sorry you had to see that." Another blush threatened to attack his face, but he kept it down by focusing on the picture.
"Nah, it's cool. What was that about anyway?"
"Head pains… They happen when…" Something reminds me of my forgotten past? "They happen every now and then."
Abby smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Abby thinks you should get that checked out or somethin'." Nigel looked her in the eyes, and smiled himself. Those gems were so bright that they seemed to chase the pain away, making him practically melt in her hands. "Are you sure you're okay?"
He nodded, forcing his eyes away from such a beauty to dust off his black button down shirt. "Yes. I'm… I'm perfectly fine again…" Quick, get away before my crotch catches fire. "Uh. I'll see you around, Abigail." Trying to walk away for the third time, she once again stopped him by grabbing his arm to wing him back around.
"Please, call me Abby."
Laughing slightly, he nodded and pulled his hand back, feeling the blood begin to race towards his second head. "Right. See you around…Abby."
Watching him dart away, she laughed quietly to herself. "Damn, he's cute."
Nigel pulled the metal door shut behind him after running halfway across the entire school. Now, he was grateful to be alone in the solitude of his own domain. Really, it was just the athletics closet that no one ever used anymore, but Nigel had remolded it enough to create a rather comfortable hideaway. Still breathing heavily, he flipped the lights on, illuminating the space that belonged to him and no one else.
A black leather couch rested on one side of the concrete box, while a wall of television screens rested on the opposite side, each one tapped into the schools security camera system (Courtesy of Hoagie and Tommy). Beside the door was the generator that powered the hanging light and the mini-fridge packed with soda. But what was Nigels real pride and joy was the wall directly in front of him. Loaded with pictures drawn by him of people and places he had seen in his visions, he constantly looked at it, always adding a new picture to finish the puzzle.
The picture of the red 1 and the young girl were already added to the wall, among pictures of flying cars, guns made out of mustard and ketchup bottles, planets he hasn't heard of, creature children he didn't know existed, other young (human) children that happened to show up in his flashes.
As he swept his gaze across the room, he found something that hadn't been here at lunch, resting on top of the mini-fridge. A pair of black sunglasses, too small for him. Eyebrows furrowed, he made his way towards them, finding it resting atop a piece of paper. Nigel slowly lifted up the glasses, taking the note into his hands and opening it.
KND
"What the-"
"Hey there, Numbuh one."
~Authors note: Okaaaay. So, guess what I wound up seeing half way through this fanfic…yes, the final KND episode. Guilty of crying a smidge…. Anyway. Half way through this I tried to put in how Numbuh One might have spent time in the GKND, but came back either way to find his old team decommission, so he underwent the process as well. Along the way, he re-met Hoagie and yadda-yadda-yadda. So, you could call this some Alternate Universe Fanfiction, or you can count as the next Chapter in Sector V… Chapter two coming soon! ~
