I never thought I'd do this. I'm more of a video game/anime fic writer, but I love My Life as a Teenage Robot so much and this fic idea stuck in my head. So...here it goes.

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Chapter One: Pinocchio Syndrome

It had been a long day for Brad. He had been sentenced to watch his younger cousins while their parents were out shopping. Unfortunately for the teenage boy, both of the girls were loud, unruly and bratty and Tuck had conveniently scheduled a play date with his friend, the wolfish looking boy. Yes, he was stuck with these horridly evil twin girls and he was at his wits end with them.

"Hey, Braaaaaaaaadleeeeeeeeeeeey!" one cried as she stood on a chair to peer over the windowsill, "Do you know that creepy looking girl coming up the walk?"

Was it really her? Could it be? Brad looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, it was Jenny.

"Yeah, it's my friend Jenny," he replied with a coy smile, "And she certainly isn't a creepy girl. She's a robot."

Brad winced as the other small female terror jumped on his back.

"What's a robot?" she asked.

The red haired boy started for the door, "A robot is like a big metal doll that has cool gadgets and stuff."

That got their attention. Instantly they employed their three year old powers of making their eyes as large and shiny as possible to appear cuter than they already were. A doll was certainly going to make this day better and their dear cousin Bradley simply must let them play with her.

"A doll? Oh, is she a pretty doll? Can we comb her hair and brush it and stuff?" they said at the same time. Brad had to admit, it creeped him out when they did that.

"Well, you have to ask Jenny," he said as he opened the door. Jenny was there smiling as usual.

"Hey Brad, I see you're busy," she said, "I just got back from defeating another monster, and I was bored, so I came to see you and Tuck."

"Well, Tuck is out with his wolf-friend, and I'm stuck here with our twin cousins. They're driving me crazy!" Brad said apologetically.

"Are you going to play with us?" one of the girls chirped. Jenny looked to Brad for an answer. His face seemed to urge the thought, so Jenny smiled and nodded.

"When should I bring them back?" she asked taking a girl in each arm. Brad checked his watch.

"Around three, it's their naptime then," he said, "Have fun girls!"

"Where are we going?" the girl in her right arm asked. Jenny smiled.

"You'll see."

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It was two thirty and Brad had not seen a trace of Jenny and his cousins. While he certainly would be glad to see Jenny, he would not be overjoyed to see the twins. Bradley had taken this time to relax, call some friends, surf the net, shoot some hoops, watch television…all the good stuff.

Now he was worried. Those girls had to be back soon, or else they wouldn't take their nap and his aunt would be furious. Forget his aunt, his mother would be livid.

"What can I do?" Brad thought out loud, "I could go next door and have Mrs. Wakeman page Jenny. Yes! That's just what I'll do!"

Just as he opened the door he heard a joyous shriek from the sky. Jenny had returned, both girls flushed and excited, but tired nonetheless.

"Oh, Brad," one of the twins began, "We saw a whale…"

"And a camel! Don't forget the camel!" the other interjected. They continued bantering back and forth toward the living room.

"Where'd you take them?" Brad asked. Jenny smirked.

"The zoo," she replied. The red haired boy laughed. A simple solution to tire a kid out and let them have fun at the same time; it was on the educational side as well.

"Why are you laughing Bradley?" the twins huffed at the same time.

"Because it's time for your nap, that's why," he told them. Their response was only natural: a series of screams followed by a chase and a deftly chosen hiding spot. Brad proved to have trouble locating the twins after they split.

"I can't find them even in my own house!" he exclaimed exasperatedly. Jenny giggled.

"I know where they are, and how to get them out!" she said, "What's their favorite story?"

"Pinocchio, why?" Brad asked.

"Do you have the book?" she asked peering into Brad's room.

"Yeah, but why do we need it?"

"Go get it, you'll see," she said as she waved him away. The red head complied, and pulled the book from the bag of toys that his aunt had left for the twins. When he gave it to Jenny she gave the book a quizzical look.

"Funny…there's nothing in my databases about this book…or this story at all…" she said.

"Maybe it's like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, that wasn't in your data bases either," he replied. Jenny shrugged and went into his room and sat on his bed.

"Once upon a time, there was a poor wood carver who really wanted a son," she began. Just as she suspected, a pair of little eyes peeked from inside Brad's closet. Brad looked ready to pounce on her, but Jenny motioned for him to keep his cool and sit next to her.

"So one day, he carved a puppet out of wood and named him Pinocchio. He was so life-like that the wood carver wished he was real."

Another pair of eyes appeared from behind Brad's hamper. Jenny smiled and kept on reading. Pretty soon, both girls were curled up beneath Brad's covers listening to the story, enthralled by every word despite the fact that they had heard the story many times before.

"And Pinocchio became a real boy, and he and the wood carver lived happily ever after. The end."

The twins were half asleep by now but still babbling on about the story as Brad tucked them in.

"Jenny is pretty and blue like the Blue Fairy, right sis?" one said.

"Jenny, you're a big metal puppet…kinda like Pinocchio, right?" the other asked, "Do you ever wish to be a real girl?"

Brad's face blanched considerably at the question. Jenny didn't seem phased by it at all.

"Yes I do, everyday," she answered. The girls yawned.

"Jenny, I know you are brave, truthful and unselfish…" one of the girls said, "so…one day…"

"Your wish will come true…" the other finished. They were finally asleep.

"Jenny, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" Brad began. Jenny shook her head.

"Don't think anything of it," she said, "It doesn't bother me anymore. It's just a stupid wish, I'm too logical to think it will ever come true."

Brad smirked, "It doesn't hurt to believe in miracles. It's what makes you human."

Jenny beamed, "You're right. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

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Late that night, when most good girls were asleep the twins stared out the window at the beautiful winter sky. It was dotted with stars.

"We have to pick the perfect star to wish on for Jenny!" the first one began. A shooting star streaked across the black expanse.

"That one," they said the same time. They both closed their eyes and wished with all their might…

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Normally, a shooting star is not an actual star, but a piece of debris that is burning up in the atmosphere. This particular shooting star was not actually space debris (in some circles) the space ship of the famed mercenary, Heshin. He had very precious cargo on his ship and a very important client waiting for it. Fermented Alien Experiments were hard to steal. Obtaining a Fermented Alien Experiment labeled: Renegade Incontrollable, Erratic was considered a definite impossibility to most. Heshin was not like most, fortunately for his employer, and himself. That Alien Experiment, as rare and as difficult to obtain though it was, was bringing him a pretty penny.

"Fermented Alien Experiment: Renegade, Incontrollable and Erratic…" Heshin said slowly, "F.A.E.R.I.E."

A transmission was coming in. He pressed a button on his panel to receive the message. If it was the local atmospheric control center, he could get rid of them easily.

"Do you have it?" a sharp voice snapped. It was his employer.

"Yes, I got the F.A.E.R.I.E." he answered.

"Did you get the right one?"

"Biological Lifeform-altering Uranian Entity, is the specific one you wanted, correct?" he said glancing back at the large glass cylander labeled B.L.U.E.

"Yes," his employer said, "And may I ask is it really blue?"

Heshin snorted a little, "Yeah, it's blue. It glows in the dark as well if you want to know anything else."

"That will be all, deliver it shortly and I'll inspect it myself."

"Will do, over and out," he said and shut off the transmission. He put his ship on auto pilot and ventured to his cargo hold to get a better look at his prize winning catch. Not only because he wanted to make sure it was undamaged, but strange things had been happening since they had passed Uranus.

The girl was a Uranian, and coupled with her extrasensory powers due to scientific experiments, she was aware of when she was near her home. She was also aware that they had passed her former planet of dwelling, so naturally, she was probably a little miffed.

There had been strange sounds coming form the cargo bed, and he was going to investigate. Heshin had an idea of what her powers were, but wasn't quite sure if the rumors were true. The door slid open. The F.A.E.R.I.E. appeared to be as she was before, in her cryogenic sleep. Something was amiss though…

The lights went out. Instantly, Heshin was up in arms, his hands on his guns. The ambient blue glow of the F.A.E.R.I.E.'s tank gave him a little light. Something was lurking in the dark corners. Heshin had never once had a stowaway and he was not about to let that status change.

"Are you afraid of the dark, Heshin?" a strained, small voice asked.

"No," the mercenary replied gruffly.

"Good. Because the real danger lies…"

There was a long pause as the sounds of creatures sifting through the hold's contents filled the room.

"The real danger lies," the voice continued, "In the light."

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Hehe…that's chapter one! Brad's cousins probably won't appear again, so I didn't bother to name them. They are my plot devices.

A run in with a run of the mill monster is the last thing Jenny thought would change her life for good. What happens? Oh wouldn't you like to know.

Next Chapter: Of Flesh and Metal