Disclaimer: Still own nada.... **sigh**
A/N: I know I said the "Weapon" continuation would be my last KND fanfic for a while, but I can't get this idea out of my head. Plus I just came up with a perfect beginning, and, let's face it, how rare is THAT?! I can't let an opportunity like this just pass me by! So, here goes, my (technically) third Codename: Kids Next Door fanfic, hope you all enjoy!
As always, stuff in these are thoughts.
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Nigel Uno, much better known as Numbuh 1, nearly dropped the communiqué after he sped-read it.
"Have IHQ lost their minds?!" he cried out, blinking in disbelief at the paper, "I HAVE to discuss this with the others." Without a moment's hesitation, Numbuh 1 darted from array of computers to the P.A system. Pressing down hard on the button that would project his voice through the entire labyrinth that was the treehouse and his team's KND headquarters he shouted, "Kids Next Door, meet in the common area immediately! Everyone drop whatever you are doing and come to the common area, NOW!" Feeling he'd gotten his message across, Numbuh 1 sprinted from the room and began making his way to the common area.
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Numbuh 5 glanced up from her magazine at 1's almost frantic tone. She knew as well as any of her teammates that it wasn't too difficult to fluster their courageous leader, but she couldn't help but feel something was up, something big. So she smoothly leapt from her bed the instant the message had ceased and ran to join Numbuh 1.
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Numbuh 2 stopped mid-bite at the sound of his leader's anxious call.
"Aw, man! Do I havta'?" he complained to no one in particular. His stomach growled along with him. He patted it morosely, "Guess we're gonna have ta hold off on lunch just a bit longer, buddy," he said and carefully placed his foot-long sub sandwich on the kitchen table. His stomach continued its spirited campaign, but he did his best to ignore it. 2 hadn't had anything to eat since morning due to a lightning strike of inspiration for a more agile set of wings for himself and his teammates and had consequently been working for hours. Numbuh 2 was nothing if not dedicated to his work. But he was made nervous by the urgent call, and so hurried to the common area as fast as he could.
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"What the cruddy-?" Numbuh 4's protest of 1's announcement was cut off as the punching bag swung back from an earlier kick and knocked the small Aussie off his feet. Cursing the piece of equipment with all the foul language he knew, 4 got back on his feet, "What is it THIS time?" he grumbled, but, with a few more especially punishing blows to the bag, climbed down from his wrestling mat/occasional bed/exercise area and jogged toward the common area.
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"Wha?" Numbuh 3 cocked an ear at the announcement, "Drop whatever you're doing?" She glanced around at the elaborate tea party she'd recently commenced. Nearly all of her stuffed animals, bears and rainbow monkeys being the most dominant, sat in chairs around a large, circular table, waiting for their hostess to cater to them. Numbuh 3 sighed unhappily, "Sorry, everyone," she apologized with as much composure and sincerity as she could muster, "but I gotta go, duty calls." With that, 3 left her carefully arranged luncheon and began the long walk to the common area.
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"What the blazes is it, Numbuh 1?!" 4 shouted irritably once all five Kids Next Door were assembled.
"Yeah," 3 cried with nearly as indignance, "You interrupted my party! I've been planning it for weeks!" The last word came out in a high-pitched squeak. Numbuh 3 was truly peeved, which was quite a feat in itself.
Numbuh 2 patted his growling stomach, "Couldja' make it quick, Numbuh 1?" he asked with less fire, "It's 2 o'clock, 'n I haven't eaten since breakfast-"
"If ya' let da man speak," 5 interrupted, "this'd all be ova' wid' much faster!" The other three silenced, but the dark girl still waited a moment before nodding at Numbuh 1 "Good, go on, boss. Tell us wassup?"
"Thank you, Numbuh 5," 1 said from his podium, "Kids Next Door, I just got this communiqué from International Headquarters." The paper was passed around, and by the time it made it back to Numbuh 1, all four children wore dumbfounded expressions.
"W-well," Numbuh 3 stuttered, "We get a new teammate. Uh- yay!" She was trying to put the best face on the situation, but her fellow Kids Next Door weren't exactly in the mood.
"Who eva' 'eard of the Teen Division anyways?" Numbuh 4 said, "Ah sure 'aven't, 'ave you, Numbuh 1?"
"No, Numbuh 4," the boy answered, "I haven't, and it makes me very nervous. That's why I called you all down here."
"How much older did they say they were gonna be?" 2 asked.
"They didn't," 1 replied, sounding tired, "I know as much as you do, which is everything on this piece of paper." He held up the communiqué by the corner, as if loathe to touch it.
"Well," Numbuh 5 eventually said, "'S not like there's anythang we can do 'bout it. Dis IHQ's show, ya' know, we just follow da orders. Guess all we CAN do's be polite when whoevuh' they send shows up."
"Ah'll be polite," Numbuh 4 grumbled, "But Ah don't trust those teenagers. They're nuthin' but mini-adults, they are. Can't trust 'em." He said the last part quieter, almost to himself, as if reiterating a firm belief.
"He or she is supposed to arrive tomorrow, though it doesn't say when, big surprise." Numbuh 1 stepped down from his podium. He was more than a little upset at IHQ for saddling their team with a teenager of all things, but he wouldn't complain. 5 was right, it WAS IHQ's show, they pulled the strings and could make any changes they wanted. It was just so bloody irritating sometimes... "I suppose we ought to make up a room for our new teammate." The whole team felt a tremor at the sound of this teenager's title, because of the truth in it. There would be no denying it, they had their orders, and that meant they'd have a teenager in their midst by that time tomorrow.
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The sound of the doorbell echoed through the treehouse. The vibration of sound was almost visible in the delicate early-morning air. It was almost 7 o'clock, and NONE of the Kids Next Door were even close to awake. But the bell kept ringing, making the air tremble as it slowly worked through the treehouse. It pushed its way into each of the children's rooms, and upon reaching their ears forced into their deep slumber until, no matter how hard they squeezed their eyes or moaned against it, they were awake. Numbuh 1 was the first to trudge out of his room and make the plodding journey to the front door.
He was perplexed for a moment when he opened the door to see nothing but a torso before his eyes. After blinking a few times, he eventually tilted his head upwards to take in the face that went along with the torso.
"You're tall," he said groggily.
The face smiled, "Yeah," it said, "I get that a lot. My name's Danica Warbutton, or Numbuh .19, may I come in?"
1 shifted out of the entrance without question, though a few floated around his sleep-addled brain. The teenager took his action as compliance and walked a few feet into the house that was the base of headquarters, hefting a large suitcase over the threshold.
"Nice place," she said after surveying it for a minute.
"Thanks," 1 replied as he shut the door, "Come on, you haven't seen headquarters yet." His drowsiness was fading, and slight irritation had set in. Politeness be damned, he thought, No one in their right mind goes 'round knocking at this hour. But he didn't voice his objections, he was awake enough to keep some of his manners.
They entered the homemade elevator that had been one of the team's earliest accomplishments in their long history of building the treehouse. The teenager, Numbuh .19, said nothing, only glanced around the elevator in curiosity, examining the controls and the make of the walls and doors. Numbuh 1 was beginning to feel uncomfortable conducting such important Kids Next Door business in his jammies and wished desperately for his sunglasses. 1 and .19 stepped out of the elevator when it stopped smoothly at the treehouse common area.
"Wow," .19 breathed, leaving her suitcase just outside the elevator and turning as she walked into the room so she could take in everything, "This place is amazing."
Numbuh 1 couldn't help but smile with pride as he too glanced around his HQ. And he had every right to be proud of the glorious structure; he and his team had made it with their bare hands. It was their pride and joy, "Thank you."
"I mean," .19 continued, "They TOLD me you guys would be well provisioned, but I never expected- THIS..."
Numbuh 1 watched the teenager as she continued to inspect the common area. It was a very strange sight since she was so tall, and the architecture was made for ten year olds. She had to stoop to enter the kitchen, something Numbuh 1 was sure he'd never not find amusing. The girl had dark, straight hair, not as dark as 5's or 3's, since she was white, but a good solid brown, not a hint of a manufactured highlight he'd seen so often on teenagers. She wore a light blue shirt of some loose-fitting cotton material and dark jeans. She also held a small bag by the strap. A purse no doubt, Numbuh 1 shuddered.
"Let me show you to your room," 1 called out and .19 exited the kitchen to grab her suitcase and follow him into the team's sleeping quarters. He passed the numbered doors of his teammates stopped at a door marked with a large, red T.
"What's the T stand for?" she asked.
"Teenager," 1 replied without further explanation.
Inside the room was not much more than a closet, a desk, and a bed by the one window, but Numbuh 1 didn't look to see if .19 was disappointed. In fact, he vaguely hoped she was, maybe she'd leave. The kinder feelings he'd experienced at her obvious admiration of the treehouse had faded into the familiar distrust he'd acquired when first hearing of her eminent arrival.
"It's not much," he made the half-hearted attempt to be a good host, "but-"
"It's perfect," .19 said before he could finish, which was good since he wasn't sure how he was going to end the sentiment. The teenager walked into the room and turned to him with a wide grin, "I think this'll be good," she said to him, "For both of us." He wanted to ask what she meant, but she was already ushering him out of the room, "I'll talk to you later, you look like you could use some more shut-eye. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."
"For both of us?" 1 murmured with a furrowed brow as he was walked backwards through the door, "Um, shut-eye, yes. Breakfast?" But by the time he got out the last questioning word, the door was shut in front of him. He blinked a bit, and, suddenly remembering his sleepiness, wandered back to his room leaving Numbuh .19 to do as she wished in the treehouse.
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A/N: Alright, next chapter: the rest of the team meets Numbuh .19! Which I think I'll start now, you lucky dogs, you. Oh, and I didn't take the name Warbutton from Warburton (although Warburton IS listed on my computer spell check, weird huh?). Well, I kinda did. See, when I was first watching Codename: Kids Next Door, I saw the name Warburton and actually thought it was Warbutton at first, but soon figured out what it really was. My brother and I both agreed Warbutton would be a funny name to have, and so, knowing I'd probably never actually meet a Warbutton, I decided to make my own. Clever, no? Review if you've got the time, you registered folks know how awesome reviews are.
A/N: I know I said the "Weapon" continuation would be my last KND fanfic for a while, but I can't get this idea out of my head. Plus I just came up with a perfect beginning, and, let's face it, how rare is THAT?! I can't let an opportunity like this just pass me by! So, here goes, my (technically) third Codename: Kids Next Door fanfic, hope you all enjoy!
As always, stuff in these are thoughts.
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Nigel Uno, much better known as Numbuh 1, nearly dropped the communiqué after he sped-read it.
"Have IHQ lost their minds?!" he cried out, blinking in disbelief at the paper, "I HAVE to discuss this with the others." Without a moment's hesitation, Numbuh 1 darted from array of computers to the P.A system. Pressing down hard on the button that would project his voice through the entire labyrinth that was the treehouse and his team's KND headquarters he shouted, "Kids Next Door, meet in the common area immediately! Everyone drop whatever you are doing and come to the common area, NOW!" Feeling he'd gotten his message across, Numbuh 1 sprinted from the room and began making his way to the common area.
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Numbuh 5 glanced up from her magazine at 1's almost frantic tone. She knew as well as any of her teammates that it wasn't too difficult to fluster their courageous leader, but she couldn't help but feel something was up, something big. So she smoothly leapt from her bed the instant the message had ceased and ran to join Numbuh 1.
:::
Numbuh 2 stopped mid-bite at the sound of his leader's anxious call.
"Aw, man! Do I havta'?" he complained to no one in particular. His stomach growled along with him. He patted it morosely, "Guess we're gonna have ta hold off on lunch just a bit longer, buddy," he said and carefully placed his foot-long sub sandwich on the kitchen table. His stomach continued its spirited campaign, but he did his best to ignore it. 2 hadn't had anything to eat since morning due to a lightning strike of inspiration for a more agile set of wings for himself and his teammates and had consequently been working for hours. Numbuh 2 was nothing if not dedicated to his work. But he was made nervous by the urgent call, and so hurried to the common area as fast as he could.
:::
"What the cruddy-?" Numbuh 4's protest of 1's announcement was cut off as the punching bag swung back from an earlier kick and knocked the small Aussie off his feet. Cursing the piece of equipment with all the foul language he knew, 4 got back on his feet, "What is it THIS time?" he grumbled, but, with a few more especially punishing blows to the bag, climbed down from his wrestling mat/occasional bed/exercise area and jogged toward the common area.
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"Wha?" Numbuh 3 cocked an ear at the announcement, "Drop whatever you're doing?" She glanced around at the elaborate tea party she'd recently commenced. Nearly all of her stuffed animals, bears and rainbow monkeys being the most dominant, sat in chairs around a large, circular table, waiting for their hostess to cater to them. Numbuh 3 sighed unhappily, "Sorry, everyone," she apologized with as much composure and sincerity as she could muster, "but I gotta go, duty calls." With that, 3 left her carefully arranged luncheon and began the long walk to the common area.
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"What the blazes is it, Numbuh 1?!" 4 shouted irritably once all five Kids Next Door were assembled.
"Yeah," 3 cried with nearly as indignance, "You interrupted my party! I've been planning it for weeks!" The last word came out in a high-pitched squeak. Numbuh 3 was truly peeved, which was quite a feat in itself.
Numbuh 2 patted his growling stomach, "Couldja' make it quick, Numbuh 1?" he asked with less fire, "It's 2 o'clock, 'n I haven't eaten since breakfast-"
"If ya' let da man speak," 5 interrupted, "this'd all be ova' wid' much faster!" The other three silenced, but the dark girl still waited a moment before nodding at Numbuh 1 "Good, go on, boss. Tell us wassup?"
"Thank you, Numbuh 5," 1 said from his podium, "Kids Next Door, I just got this communiqué from International Headquarters." The paper was passed around, and by the time it made it back to Numbuh 1, all four children wore dumbfounded expressions.
"W-well," Numbuh 3 stuttered, "We get a new teammate. Uh- yay!" She was trying to put the best face on the situation, but her fellow Kids Next Door weren't exactly in the mood.
"Who eva' 'eard of the Teen Division anyways?" Numbuh 4 said, "Ah sure 'aven't, 'ave you, Numbuh 1?"
"No, Numbuh 4," the boy answered, "I haven't, and it makes me very nervous. That's why I called you all down here."
"How much older did they say they were gonna be?" 2 asked.
"They didn't," 1 replied, sounding tired, "I know as much as you do, which is everything on this piece of paper." He held up the communiqué by the corner, as if loathe to touch it.
"Well," Numbuh 5 eventually said, "'S not like there's anythang we can do 'bout it. Dis IHQ's show, ya' know, we just follow da orders. Guess all we CAN do's be polite when whoevuh' they send shows up."
"Ah'll be polite," Numbuh 4 grumbled, "But Ah don't trust those teenagers. They're nuthin' but mini-adults, they are. Can't trust 'em." He said the last part quieter, almost to himself, as if reiterating a firm belief.
"He or she is supposed to arrive tomorrow, though it doesn't say when, big surprise." Numbuh 1 stepped down from his podium. He was more than a little upset at IHQ for saddling their team with a teenager of all things, but he wouldn't complain. 5 was right, it WAS IHQ's show, they pulled the strings and could make any changes they wanted. It was just so bloody irritating sometimes... "I suppose we ought to make up a room for our new teammate." The whole team felt a tremor at the sound of this teenager's title, because of the truth in it. There would be no denying it, they had their orders, and that meant they'd have a teenager in their midst by that time tomorrow.
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The sound of the doorbell echoed through the treehouse. The vibration of sound was almost visible in the delicate early-morning air. It was almost 7 o'clock, and NONE of the Kids Next Door were even close to awake. But the bell kept ringing, making the air tremble as it slowly worked through the treehouse. It pushed its way into each of the children's rooms, and upon reaching their ears forced into their deep slumber until, no matter how hard they squeezed their eyes or moaned against it, they were awake. Numbuh 1 was the first to trudge out of his room and make the plodding journey to the front door.
He was perplexed for a moment when he opened the door to see nothing but a torso before his eyes. After blinking a few times, he eventually tilted his head upwards to take in the face that went along with the torso.
"You're tall," he said groggily.
The face smiled, "Yeah," it said, "I get that a lot. My name's Danica Warbutton, or Numbuh .19, may I come in?"
1 shifted out of the entrance without question, though a few floated around his sleep-addled brain. The teenager took his action as compliance and walked a few feet into the house that was the base of headquarters, hefting a large suitcase over the threshold.
"Nice place," she said after surveying it for a minute.
"Thanks," 1 replied as he shut the door, "Come on, you haven't seen headquarters yet." His drowsiness was fading, and slight irritation had set in. Politeness be damned, he thought, No one in their right mind goes 'round knocking at this hour. But he didn't voice his objections, he was awake enough to keep some of his manners.
They entered the homemade elevator that had been one of the team's earliest accomplishments in their long history of building the treehouse. The teenager, Numbuh .19, said nothing, only glanced around the elevator in curiosity, examining the controls and the make of the walls and doors. Numbuh 1 was beginning to feel uncomfortable conducting such important Kids Next Door business in his jammies and wished desperately for his sunglasses. 1 and .19 stepped out of the elevator when it stopped smoothly at the treehouse common area.
"Wow," .19 breathed, leaving her suitcase just outside the elevator and turning as she walked into the room so she could take in everything, "This place is amazing."
Numbuh 1 couldn't help but smile with pride as he too glanced around his HQ. And he had every right to be proud of the glorious structure; he and his team had made it with their bare hands. It was their pride and joy, "Thank you."
"I mean," .19 continued, "They TOLD me you guys would be well provisioned, but I never expected- THIS..."
Numbuh 1 watched the teenager as she continued to inspect the common area. It was a very strange sight since she was so tall, and the architecture was made for ten year olds. She had to stoop to enter the kitchen, something Numbuh 1 was sure he'd never not find amusing. The girl had dark, straight hair, not as dark as 5's or 3's, since she was white, but a good solid brown, not a hint of a manufactured highlight he'd seen so often on teenagers. She wore a light blue shirt of some loose-fitting cotton material and dark jeans. She also held a small bag by the strap. A purse no doubt, Numbuh 1 shuddered.
"Let me show you to your room," 1 called out and .19 exited the kitchen to grab her suitcase and follow him into the team's sleeping quarters. He passed the numbered doors of his teammates stopped at a door marked with a large, red T.
"What's the T stand for?" she asked.
"Teenager," 1 replied without further explanation.
Inside the room was not much more than a closet, a desk, and a bed by the one window, but Numbuh 1 didn't look to see if .19 was disappointed. In fact, he vaguely hoped she was, maybe she'd leave. The kinder feelings he'd experienced at her obvious admiration of the treehouse had faded into the familiar distrust he'd acquired when first hearing of her eminent arrival.
"It's not much," he made the half-hearted attempt to be a good host, "but-"
"It's perfect," .19 said before he could finish, which was good since he wasn't sure how he was going to end the sentiment. The teenager walked into the room and turned to him with a wide grin, "I think this'll be good," she said to him, "For both of us." He wanted to ask what she meant, but she was already ushering him out of the room, "I'll talk to you later, you look like you could use some more shut-eye. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."
"For both of us?" 1 murmured with a furrowed brow as he was walked backwards through the door, "Um, shut-eye, yes. Breakfast?" But by the time he got out the last questioning word, the door was shut in front of him. He blinked a bit, and, suddenly remembering his sleepiness, wandered back to his room leaving Numbuh .19 to do as she wished in the treehouse.
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A/N: Alright, next chapter: the rest of the team meets Numbuh .19! Which I think I'll start now, you lucky dogs, you. Oh, and I didn't take the name Warbutton from Warburton (although Warburton IS listed on my computer spell check, weird huh?). Well, I kinda did. See, when I was first watching Codename: Kids Next Door, I saw the name Warburton and actually thought it was Warbutton at first, but soon figured out what it really was. My brother and I both agreed Warbutton would be a funny name to have, and so, knowing I'd probably never actually meet a Warbutton, I decided to make my own. Clever, no? Review if you've got the time, you registered folks know how awesome reviews are.
