A Super Special "Beginnings" Extra!

By Craneswing and the Hyper Force

A young woman looked at a piece of paper and then looked up at the tall building.

"I guess this is it," she murmured to herself before tucking away the piece of paper.

Inside, it looked like a regular office building. There was a lobby with a reception desk, chairs, and a few plants.

"Can I help you?" A bright-looking man said from behind the reception desk.

"Yes, I was asked to come here today,"

"Your name, please?"

"Tsuru Craneswing,"

"Yes, you are expected. Please go to the elevator at the end of the hall and go to the seventh floor. Your party awaits you there."

"Thanks."

Down one hall and up an elevator later, Ms. Craneswing was confronted by five robotic simians and one human teenager.

"Well, it's been a while since I've darkened the doorways of this place. I have an excuse, really," she said under the stern gazes.

"I'd hardly call a writing contest consisting of writing 50,000 words in thirty days a mere excuse. That takes stamina and hard work," the silver Antauri said.

"Not to mention a lot of heart and will," yellow Nova said with an understanding smile.

"Plus you were over-exerting yourself in the physical field as well as the mental considering you were training for a belt test," Gibson, the blue one, pointed out.

"Wow, that's a lot," a grinning green Otto said.

"And you got the flu," Nova added.

"Just before Thanksgiving," Chiro said.

The young woman blushed slighty as she sat down with them. "A'ight you guys, shut up before you embarrass me."

"Oh, you don't need our help sweetie," Sprx said with a grin.

"Watch it, Sparky," Craneswing murmured.

Sprx bristled. "Why you- You know how much I hate that! You know!"

Craneswing smiled "Yeah, now can it, please. This is meant to be a question and answer type of routine, from what I understand."

"Who's asking the questions?" Otto asked.

"You mean you don't have any?" Sprx muttered.

"Well, yeah I guess,"

"She's done a whole story on us, most of it based only through observation and opinion and you don't have any questions?" Nova said.

"Well, yeah, I guess, but most of my questions have to do with Soul of Evil…" Otto trailed off.

"Uhm, yeah, no spoilers, team, it's not fair. And also, Otto, the questions I anticipate from you make me shudder. Way too close to some of my theories for comfort," Craneswing said as she shuddered.

"That bad, huh?" Nova said with a sympathetic smile.

"Not discussing it. Anyways, how are we going to start this?"

"Well, one question that's been bugging me is why you wrote "Beginnings" in the first place?" Chiro asked.

"Because there was no back story," Craneswing said.

"Hang on a moment, what about "In the Grip of Evil" and "Golden Age?"" Gibson asked.

"Not your back stories, which are definitely by no stretch of the imagination complete I'd like to add. I wanted to know exactly how Chiro found you guys, how long it took him to get to where he was in "Chiro's Girl" and your interactions. Chiro's monologue just doesn't cut it. Not with me, at least,"

Chiro grinned. "So, it's all about me, huh?"

Craneswing rolled her eyes slightly. "Ha, yeah, all about you and your sucky wanna-be backstory monologue,"

"Hey, I just say what's on the paper,"

"Don't sweat it little man, I don't hold it against you,"

"Little man?"

"I'm about ten years older than you, so yes, little man."

Antauri flipped through a printed copy of the story. "You seem to have a thing with our mental anguish, especially concerning Mandarin,"

"Yeah, what's up with all of that?" Sprx asked, peeking over Antauri's shoulder.

Craneswing shuddered again. "Ugh, too close to "Soul of Evil." . . . Anyways, seriously, the reason is because Mandarin is screwed up in the head and I believed he scarred you all seeing as that anytime his name is mentioned all of you like, twitch. Besides, such conflict makes you guys more real and believable,"

"There has been some indication that there may or may not be a season five for us, what do you think?" Nova asked.

"I think it would really suck if Mr. Nieli has a plan to actually finish the series in the fifth season and I hope Disney will allow it. I think they might, though, because I saw a commercial for the show and it had scenes I don't remember seeing before, after some analysis I'll be more sure," Craneswing replied.

"And what if they don't have a fifth season?" Otto asked, tilting his head to one side.

"Well, after I mobilize a horde of fans to rally outside of Disney and demand to allow a fifth season, I might write an ending," Craneswing said.

"And lemme guess, you're going to call it-" Sprx started.

"Nope. Not likely to call it "Endings" because unless all of you die or something it doesn't really end, you know?" Craneswing said. "Also, I think someone in this fandom has a fic with that title so that wouldn't be cool to use the same title."

"What do you think you'll write if you do take on that task?" Gibson asked.

"Ah, ha ha, you'll just have to wait and see Mr. Gibson," Craneswing said with a knowing smirk.

"So what have you been doing since your writing contest had ended?" Antauri asked.

"Plotting, mostly," Craneswing replied. "I did start my next story, which I will be posting fairly shortly, so keep your eyes out boys and girls. Actually, during Nanowrimo, I lost interest in my current story and I started writing a fic for the fandom, it's what I hope will turn into a humor piece, but right now it's kind of in the "There's no chance in hell this is going anywhere," category."

"Ooh, can I read it?" Otto asked with wide eyes.

"No," Craneswing said firmly.

"Why not? Afraid we won't like it?" Sprx asked.

"Not really. You guys are the muses, you guys have to suck up and deal."

"Little harsh, aren't you?" Nova said.

Craneswing smiled. "An old ficcing adage that's found its way from slash to accommodate just about any sort of fiction; "Abuse means 'I love you.'"

"Quite a disturbing adage," Gibson said, shifting uncomfortably.

"I agree," Antauri murmured.

"Yeah, and I third that," Chiro added.

"Oh come on, at least you guys know that I only do it because I like you," Craneswing said.

"Sometimes you humans confuse me," Otto said as he scratched the side of his head.

"Oh hell Otto, I am one and they confuse the heck out of me too," Craneswing assured him.

"What is this elusive story you've been writing all month?" Chiro asked, wanting a change of subject and fast.

"Basically, it's a humorous situation that may have less humorous repercussions. It'll be cool, I hope… But just watch, I'll bomb this one, heh,"

"I find it a little unwise to doubt yourself so," Antauri said sagely.

"What's to doubt? I'm just being honest. Anyways, time to wrap this up, I got to get going. Thank you, Hyper Force, for putting up with and continuing to put up with me," Craneswing got up and shook all of their hands.

"Until next time?" Chiro said, putting a hand forward.

The five monkeys each put a hand on top of his, Craneswing smiled and put her hand in as well.

"Hype Force, Go!"

Author's Note

Hey everyone, had to change this chapter a bit because the fanfiction police seems to have caught up to me. Whatever, this is more fun :-)