I don't own Jimmy Neutron.
The day of school progressed like any other day, every teenager waiting for that final bell. "And be sure to have your assignments done by Tuesday," said Mrs. Pervus. The students all began picking up all their papers and books. Cindy glanced across at Ian and saw him tapping at his watch screen. He stood up and rushed to the door. The bell rang just as he reached it, all the other students just standing up. Cindy picked up her things and walked slowly behind the crowd to the door. Down the crowded and noisy hallway, Cindy made her way to her locker. After grabbing her backpack, she walked to Jimmy's locker.
"Could we go to your lab right away, we need to talk."
"Sure Cindy," he replied as he closed his locker
Ian closed his locker with his foot and looked at the them. After tapping his watch he said to Cindy, "Don't break him," a smile on Ian's face. In the second it took Cindy to comprehend his wisecrack, Ian warped away from the high school.
Ian reappeared in the center of his room. He tossed his book bag to the side and and grabbed the gym bag on the floor. After consulting a map, he warped himself to downtown Retroville. He was on the sidewalk 100 feet from the Dojo. "The name could be a little more creative," he thought as he walked towards the building. Ten feet from the door, he saw a car pull up, and drop off a girl. She had pale skin, her black hair in two pony tails, and the most captivating ice blue eyes Ian had ever seen. Ian quickly opened the door to the Dojo for her and followed her in.
An hour passed and Ian found himself in white pants and shirt, a padded target wrapped around his waist. His instructor, Maxwell Anguese, was a short man with short blond hair. He had just showed the level one students the basic blocks for kicks and punches. "Level three's," he said towards a separate group, "I got some fresh meat for ya."
He turned back to the ones and said, "Pair up with a three. Use the blocks you have learned. Your pads will count how many times you are hit. Remember if it hurts, that means you're learning."
Ian looked at the three's that were walking towards him. He recognized the black pony tails and walked towards her. "Hi my name is Ian. Would you like to beat me up?"
She smiled and took a fighting stance, "Since you asked, Ian."
Ian assumed a defensive pose and asked, "What's your name?"
"Diana."
"Princess." After Ian replied her smile evaporated. Ian watched as she jumped, spun in slow motion, her pony tails spread out horizontally. He watched as her left foot made solid contact with his chest. Ian fell backwards onto the mat.
Cindy and Jimmy were alone in the lab, Goddard and Marie frolicking around outside. They were sitting on an old green couch. Jimmy stared attentively as Cindy grabbed both of his hands and looked into his sapphire eyes. "You love me, right?"
"Of course I do Cindy."
"And you value my opinions."
"Yes," he said as he nodded his head once.
"I, um, I don't think you should go into space. If that thing hasn't attacked you here then that means that it won't. Why go into space where it can attack you? Why not stay here and be safe?" said Cindy, turning to look at the floor, embarrassed of her weak plan of action..
Jimmy lifted her chin with the back of his hand and said, "Cindy, I don't plan on staying here on Earth forever. I will eventually have to go into space. I have to take care of this threat now, because it will attack anyone it can."
"So you're still gonna go into space."
"Yes, Cindy. I won't get hurt, trust me."
Ian moaned and rolled off his back onto all fours. He stood up unsteadily and looked at Diana. Rubbing his chest he said, "I take it you don't like people mocking you." Ian resumed his defensive stance.
"No. I. Don't." Diana emphasized each word with an attack. Ian blocked the first two. Diana hopped and then kicked him on his left side.
Ian stumbled to the right from the force of the kick, his left arm clutching his side. After forcing the grimace on his face into a smile and resuming his stance he said, "That's gonna be tender." Diana smiled at this and continued to test his blocks.
After awhile the instructor called back the level ones, an electronic scanner in his hand. Immediately, almost all the ones ran from the threes, or moved away as fast as they could. Anguese would place the scanner near the padded targets and call out the number of hits.
"Twelve, seventeen, three good job, nine, sixteen." He looked up after hearing Ian get knocked to the ground. "Novell," he yelled, "Get your butt over here right now!"
After laying on the mat for a couple seconds, Ian kicked upwards with both legs and flipped into a standing position. He bowed to Sydney, and then jogged to his instructor.
He was scanned once, then twice. "Twenty-seven, against her, I'm surprised your still standing, Novell. That's it for today, next class will be two days from now at four o'clock. Keep the uniforms for next class. Or you can turn them in if you don't plan on coming back."
Ian walked towards the locker room and grabbed his gym bag, preferring to clean up at his home. He walked out of the Dojo, steps ahead of Diana.
"See you Friday Ian," she said as she walked towards the car waiting for her.
Ian straightened up and replied, "Sure, see you later." He watched her climb into the car and drive down the street. Once sure that she couldn't see him, he slouched and let the pain he was in show on his face. He warped home, cleaned up and then warped into Jimmy's lab, a can of Purple Flurp in his hand.
After downing the can, and belching, he handed the can to Goddard. Goddard proceeded to cut it in half with a laser and shared it with Marie. Ian walked through a door and onto the catwalk above Jimmy's manufacturing room. After a quick ride down a black tube, Ian was on the floor scanning the area around him. "James," he said, walking through the massive behemoths that were Jimmy's robotic factory. There was a bright white flash to Ian's left, so he made his way towards it.
Ian saw Jimmy's back, Neutrons attention focused on the task at hand. He had a welding mask on his face and an arc welder in his hand. Ian walked up quietly behind him, making sure to keep the brilliant plasma blocked by Jimmy's body. Fragments of white hot metal showered around Jimmy as he worked, cooling to red and then black when they touched the floor. After shutting of the welder, James examined his weld. "Another masterpiece," he muttered.
"I've seen better," quipped Ian, startling Jimmy.
"What?!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he quickly spun around. "When did you get here?"
"You seem a little jumpy there skipper. I just got here," replied Ian as he picked up a pair of welding goggles. He held them up to his eyes, everything turning to midnight blue or black.
You know how to use an arc welder, right?" asked Jimmy. Ian nodded his head. "You know you should use a full face mask."
"I'll be alright," said Ian.
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