Jimmy had left his daughter to continue working on her inventions. He was sitting at his supercomputer, looking over the results of the scan to see if that intruder had stolen anything since none of his inventions were missing. He assumed the next thing to be taken would be information. Sadly he was right.
"Well Goddard… we found out what our visitor was after," Jimmy said, looking to the mechanical dog beside him who seemed concerned by how unhappy the genius teenager was. Whatever it was clearly concerned him. He sighed, looking at the file sitting on the computer.
"They copied my documents of metal refining, and how when done another way it can be made even tougher," Jimmy explained, not sure why someone would want to steal the information on an alternative method for making metal even more durable than it was. His head hurt just trying to think of who would try and steal it. Suddenly his supercomputer exposed a small window displaying the entrance to the clubhouse once again. He saw Libby standing there.
"VOX, unlock entrance," Jimmy ordered, knowing what he had invited her here for. He felt a little nervous, since he had invited Libby over merely for advice. He knew she could keep a secret as well, but he desperately needed someone's opinion on what to do. He felt too conflicted between informing Cindy or not about their genetic daughter.
"Hey, Jimmy," Libby greeted while approaching. She was curious about what was going on with Neutron, whatever he wanted to privately talk over.
"Hi, Libby. Sorry for asking you over like this," Jimmy apologized. Libby shook her head to claim it was fine.
"So what's bothering you?" she requested him to try and explain, hoping to be of some help to get him feeling better. Goddard had left the room to let him speak. He sighed, wondering where to start.
"Like I said earlier, Libby, I'm not depressed. If anything, I'm feeling better than ever," Jimmy started, making note to leave out the information theft. He knew that announcing the news about his daughter would be a fact he would never be able to go back on.
"Maybe it'd be better if I just showed you," Jimmy claimed, feeling his vocal cords fighting against him during this conversation. Libby had a raised eyebrow, wondering if this was going to be bad or good. She followed him into another room of the lab. When they arrived to the other room, Libby immediately became confused when she saw Amber at the work bench, who seemed more focused on her machine. The sick rat she had gotten earlier was in a small container nearby, the closest thing to a cage they had.
"I didn't know you were a babysitter now, Neutron," Libby joked, Jimmy not really caring much but thankful she at least tried to make the situation lighter.
"Amber, honey, come here," Jimmy requested his daughter if she wasn't busy on her invention. Amber smiled, not hesitating to obey her father's call.
"Ye-yes, daddy?" Amber said, wondering who this was. Libby looked at Jimmy. He could tell by the look in her eyes she was having trouble processing all of this. He looked happy, at least. Jimmy picked Amber up in his arms.
"I… I had an accident with an invention. And I couldn't be happier that it happened," Jimmy explained. Libby saw that all too familiar earring hanging on the ear of the little girl, recognizing it as one of Cindy's prized possessions that she had actually claimed went missing just the other day.
"Jimmy… oh gosh," Libby reacted, putting the pieces together quite easily.
"Libby please calm down. I've been focusing on raising her so much that it's been distracting me," Jimmy claimed putting his daughter down. Amber was aware that she was a little abnormal when it came to her creation, but she wasn't upset. It just made her more fascinated in the technology her father had.
"Di-did I make he-her mad?" Amber asked. Libby just sighed. She couldn't be mad. The child was nice and didn't deserve any hatred for just one of Jimmy's accidents. In fact, it was one of the better end results of his inventions malfunctioning to her knowledge.
"No, just… your daddy confuses a lot of people really easy," Libby joked, already teasing him with the new father tag he had acquired.
"I wanted your opinion if… if I should tell her mother," Jimmy tried to get more to the point, hoping she already figured out who was Amber's genetic mother.
"Huh… Jimmy, you know that she's already got plans for her future and already picked out a college," Libby claimed. She felt guilty saying it, but Cindy already had her life planned. It was just how she was, but as a person raising a child wasn't anywhere in that plan.
"I know, but it's been driving me crazy… I love amber a lot, Libby, and I don't want her or Cindy to not know each other," Jimmy tried to explain his point. Libby understood, rubbing her head.
"Ugh… Jimmy, I'm sorry, I really can't tell you what to do, but it's better to leave Cindy out of it," she repeated before walking away, planning to leave the lab and head straight home. Amber kept quiet, looking away. Jimmy grabbed Libby's shoulder, stopping her.
"Wait! I can trust you… right? With keeping all this secret from everyone? Even Sheen?" Jimmy requested. He had put a lot of faith into her with unveiling Amber's existence. Libby nodded.
"Of course… but they'll find out eventually. You have to be responsible and figure out what to do," Libby agreed to keep this secret, before she left them alone. Jimmy groaned, his heart practically struggling to fight his brain.
"Sorry, Amber. I shouldn't have brought her at all," he apologized. His daughter understood the whole conversation, wishing she had gotten a warning before his friend arrived in the first place.
"I-I think sh-she might be right," Amber stated, the best her still adapting voice could utter. Jimmy hated to have his daughter thinking that way about the person that was her genetic mother. He got down to her level of height.
"I promise things will be fine. One thing that's important to anything is patience," he reassured his daughter, though it seemed like lately his life had only become even more hectic than preferred it to be, but he knew to find a way to handle it. He had an idea on how to cheer her up. As he himself could see, the machine she had been working on to try and boost white blood cells in one's body looked to be almost complete.
"How about we test your invention?"
