Disclaimer
I do Not own "My Life as a Teenage Robot" or any of the characters from the show.
This fanfic is written purely for my own enjoyment and that of other fans of the show.
Did everyone get all that? Okay, good.
Oh, and I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first part. This continuation is for you!
I'll keep writing as long as people keep asking me to!
No Sheldon yet, Sorry. But Sheldon, Brit, Tiff, and maybe a few others are bound to appear in the next chapter.
If there is a next chapter. Please review and let me know if you want more or not!
When last we left out heroes. . . . (cut to scenes from the last "episode")
Tuck bounced happily. "I'm friends with a super powerful, crime fighting robot! That's the coolest!"
Jenny laughed. "Come on, I'm just an ordinary gir!"
She was cut off by a loud cracking sound as a blast of lightning caught the tip of one pigtail. Jenny went rigid and actually jumped into the air before landing on her back, smoldering.
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Jenny's face fell. "No, I don't. The last thing that I remember is. . ." Her eyes widened in shock. "Is . . . oh no!"
From the panicked look in the robot's eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong.
Tuck gasped. "She lost her memory?!!"
~~~~~~
Jenny pulled away. "What do you think that I am, some kind of robot?!"
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And now . . . our story.
Memory
Chapter two - My Life as a Teenager
"Um . . . are you okay?" Jenny blinked, wondering why everyone was staring at her in such horror.
Brad gulped. "Jenny . . . you really don't remember . . . anything?" He winced as she dropped her gaze, upset.
"Here. . ." Brad snatched Tuck and held him out like a puppy. "What's his name?" "Hi, Jenny." Tuck smiled cheerfully.
Jenny blinked and frowned, concentrating. The information existed, she knew, but she just couldn't access it!
"I don't know!" She wailed, holding her tightly clenched fists despairingly over her chest plate.
Brad blinked and set Tuck down. "Okay . . . what about me? You wouldn't forget your best bud, right?" He blinked at Jenny's frustrated wail. "Okay . . . maybe you would."
Jenny shook her head. "It's no good, my head's empty!!! MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!" Wailing, the teenage robot ran out of the room.
Brad blinked before turning to a stunned Mrs. Wakeman. "I think she's handling this well."
Mrs. Wakeman scowled. "Bradley, XJ-9 is malfunctioning."
"Malfunctioning?!! Jenny's gonna turn evil and take over the world?!" Tuck screamed, diving behind Brad.
Brad stepped away. "Come on Tuck, this is Jenny we're talking about! She'd never do anything bad." Mrs. Wakeman nodded.
Brad smirked. "She's probably off crying her little . . . er . . . main motor . . . thingie . . . out somewhere." He chuckled. "I'll go talk to her."
Jenny was sitting in the center of the hallway when Brad nearly tripped over her. He blinked, having expected her to be outside or somewhere . . . further away. "You didn't get far. . ."
"I didn't know where to go. . ." Jenny admitted sadly. "I'm so confused . . . I don't even know why I'm telling you this. . ."
Brad struck a pose. "Hey, you can tell your best buddy anything, Jenny! The Bradster is in the house!"
Jenny brightened. "Really?! That's great! Where is he?" She blinked as Brad sagged, taken aback.
"Er . . . that would be me, Jen." Brad explained in a lower tone. Jenny looked embarrassed. "Oh. . ." She made a mental note of that. Somehow, that made her feel much better. "That must be why I feel like I can tell you things . . ."
Brad shrugged. "Could be. Now how about you go back and let Mrs. W see if she can fix you?"
That got a bad reaction. Jenny got up in a hurry, looking absolutely terrified. "Fix me?!! Brad, that crazy lady thinks I'm a machine! She'll probably try to take me apart!!!"
Brad blinked. "But you are . . . er, nevermind. You see, Jenny . . . I'll agree with the crazy part, but Mrs. Wakeman is your Mom!"
"But she's so . . . old. . ." Jenny couldn't help but make a face at that observation. "And I'm what, fifteen? Aren't I a little young to have a Mom that age?"
Brad shrugged. "Five, actually . . . but that's beside the point. You can't save the world or do any of that cool robot stuff until you get your memory back. Do you really want to hide out in your house for the rest of your life?"
"No. . ." Jenny sounded like a child being scolded. Brad smiled. "You want to come out and play with me'n my brother, right?" Jenny nodded. "I guess so. . ."
Brad beamed, Jenny was still Jenny, despite not having all of her memories. "Well, the only way to do that is to let your Mom fix you up! So how about it, Jen?"
Jenny jerked away, afraid again. "No!" Brad sagged, this was going to be harder than he'd thought. . .
Later on in Mrs. Wakeman's kitchen, Tuck cleared his throat. "Now, Jenny, we're going to unscramble your totally messed up brain by proving that you can't possibly be human. Okay?"
Jenny couldn't help it, Tuck looked so cute and full of himself. She started to giggle.
Tuck raised one eyebrow, not seeing what was so funny. "Yeah . . . now look. The clock says 12:00 noon. Right?"
"That it does." Agreed Jenny.
Tuck smiled. "12:00 is the universal lunchtime, right?" He blinked as right on cue, his stomach rumbled. "Yep! See that? I'm hungry!"
Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "As long as you boys are here, why don't we have our lunch?"
Jenny blinked as Brad strode up to the fridge. "Sounds good to me, Mrs. W. Let's see what you've got here. . ." He blinked, peering inside. "Peanut butter, regular butter, buttermilk . . . prune juice?"
He blinked at the woman. "Wow, that explains a lot. . ."
Mrs. Wakeman frowned and walked over, pulling lunch meats out of a drawer and handing them to Brad. Brad blinked. "Bologna?" He mispronounced the word to sound the way it was spelled.
"Bah Low Nee." Jenny corrected, smiling innocently. Brad blushed, then brightened. "Hey! You corrected me!"
Jenny blinked. "Yeah, so?" Brad grinned triumphantly. "So, that's a robot-like thing to do! Explaining difficult words!"
Jenny frowned. "Am I really friends with this weirdo?" Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "Unfortunately. . ."
Tuck shrugged and ate a piece of meat. "Yay, lunch meat! See, Jenny? Robots don't eat, so you won't want any."
Jenny shrugged. "Big deal, lots of people hate lunch meat!" She blinked as Tuck suddenly gagged and ran out. Brad blinked at the bag. "Robots don't get sick on month old lunch meat, either. . ." He glared accusingly at Mrs. W.
Jenny was clearly uninterested. "Look guys, just because I'm not hungry doesn't mean anything. Can we let it go?"
She turned to go, but Brad caught her by the arm. "Not a chance, Jen."
Later still, Jenny frowned as she stood in the yard. "Why are we here again?"
Brad pointed, smiling. "You're a global defense robot, so naturally, you can fly around the world! Go on, give it a try. Fly to the moon or something!"
Jenny gave a little hop, humoring him. "Whoosh." She said in a low voice.
Tuck ran by, arms wide. "Whoooosh! Pshoooooo! Voooooom!!!"
Jenny pointed, feigning astonishment. "Wow, your brother can fly, Brad! Better than me! He must be a robot!!!"
Brad glared. "That is so not funny, Jen."
Jenny sighed. "Look, I don't fly anymore than you do." Brad smiled. "Sure you do! I've seen you do it a million times! Your pigtails turn into little jets and wings come out of your back and your feet turn into rockets!" He stopped as he saw Jenny staring at him, freaked out. "Well, you do. . ."
He gave her a smack on the back. "Off you go, Astro-Girl! Fly for me!"
Jenny rolled her eyes. "And now he quotes ancient Japanese cartoons.. . Did anyone ever tell you that you're obsessed?"
Brad laughed. "Well hey, Jen! How do you think we met?!"
"Indeed. . ." Mrs. Wakeman came out with a cup of cocoa for the boys. "He vandalized the house and crept into your room via the window." Brad looked away, embarrassed. "Hey, is entering someone's house without permission a crime?"
He blinked as everyone gave him a funny look. "Nevermind. . ."
As the looks continued, he pointed to Tuck. "Well Tuck did it first!" Tuck glared, then blinked as Jenny stepped protectively in front of him. "That's real nice, blame your brother for your problems!"
"Brad's busted!" Tuck sing songed playfully from behind Jenny's leg.
Brad sagged. "Let's move on. . ." He sipped his cocoa, then noticed Jenny watching him.
Mrs. Wakeman noticed as well. "I'm sorry, dear! Were you thirsty, too?" Jenny looked embarrassed. "A little. . ."
She grinned at Brad. "Ha! Robots don't eat or drink! I'm thirsty! In your face!"
She blinked when a can of oil was placed in her hand. Brad smirked. "Haha, in your face."
Jenny stared at the offending can, then threw it to the ground and stormed away.
Mrs. Wakeman gasped in surprise. "XJ- . . . I mean, Jenny? Where are you going?" Jenny never turned back.
"Where teenage girls belong. The mall!" She hurried away before anyone could stop her, never noticing that she was running at a speed superior to that of a human.
Brad winced, then turned as Tuck spoke up. "A super, crime fighting robot . . . who doesn't know that she's a super crime fighting robot . . . is going to the mall? Alone? And not to mention, in a bad mood?"
The three humans shared a disturbed look. This wasn't going to end well.
I do Not own "My Life as a Teenage Robot" or any of the characters from the show.
This fanfic is written purely for my own enjoyment and that of other fans of the show.
Did everyone get all that? Okay, good.
Oh, and I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first part. This continuation is for you!
I'll keep writing as long as people keep asking me to!
No Sheldon yet, Sorry. But Sheldon, Brit, Tiff, and maybe a few others are bound to appear in the next chapter.
If there is a next chapter. Please review and let me know if you want more or not!
When last we left out heroes. . . . (cut to scenes from the last "episode")
Tuck bounced happily. "I'm friends with a super powerful, crime fighting robot! That's the coolest!"
Jenny laughed. "Come on, I'm just an ordinary gir!"
She was cut off by a loud cracking sound as a blast of lightning caught the tip of one pigtail. Jenny went rigid and actually jumped into the air before landing on her back, smoldering.
~~~~~~
Jenny's face fell. "No, I don't. The last thing that I remember is. . ." Her eyes widened in shock. "Is . . . oh no!"
From the panicked look in the robot's eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong.
Tuck gasped. "She lost her memory?!!"
~~~~~~
Jenny pulled away. "What do you think that I am, some kind of robot?!"
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And now . . . our story.
Memory
Chapter two - My Life as a Teenager
"Um . . . are you okay?" Jenny blinked, wondering why everyone was staring at her in such horror.
Brad gulped. "Jenny . . . you really don't remember . . . anything?" He winced as she dropped her gaze, upset.
"Here. . ." Brad snatched Tuck and held him out like a puppy. "What's his name?" "Hi, Jenny." Tuck smiled cheerfully.
Jenny blinked and frowned, concentrating. The information existed, she knew, but she just couldn't access it!
"I don't know!" She wailed, holding her tightly clenched fists despairingly over her chest plate.
Brad blinked and set Tuck down. "Okay . . . what about me? You wouldn't forget your best bud, right?" He blinked at Jenny's frustrated wail. "Okay . . . maybe you would."
Jenny shook her head. "It's no good, my head's empty!!! MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!" Wailing, the teenage robot ran out of the room.
Brad blinked before turning to a stunned Mrs. Wakeman. "I think she's handling this well."
Mrs. Wakeman scowled. "Bradley, XJ-9 is malfunctioning."
"Malfunctioning?!! Jenny's gonna turn evil and take over the world?!" Tuck screamed, diving behind Brad.
Brad stepped away. "Come on Tuck, this is Jenny we're talking about! She'd never do anything bad." Mrs. Wakeman nodded.
Brad smirked. "She's probably off crying her little . . . er . . . main motor . . . thingie . . . out somewhere." He chuckled. "I'll go talk to her."
Jenny was sitting in the center of the hallway when Brad nearly tripped over her. He blinked, having expected her to be outside or somewhere . . . further away. "You didn't get far. . ."
"I didn't know where to go. . ." Jenny admitted sadly. "I'm so confused . . . I don't even know why I'm telling you this. . ."
Brad struck a pose. "Hey, you can tell your best buddy anything, Jenny! The Bradster is in the house!"
Jenny brightened. "Really?! That's great! Where is he?" She blinked as Brad sagged, taken aback.
"Er . . . that would be me, Jen." Brad explained in a lower tone. Jenny looked embarrassed. "Oh. . ." She made a mental note of that. Somehow, that made her feel much better. "That must be why I feel like I can tell you things . . ."
Brad shrugged. "Could be. Now how about you go back and let Mrs. W see if she can fix you?"
That got a bad reaction. Jenny got up in a hurry, looking absolutely terrified. "Fix me?!! Brad, that crazy lady thinks I'm a machine! She'll probably try to take me apart!!!"
Brad blinked. "But you are . . . er, nevermind. You see, Jenny . . . I'll agree with the crazy part, but Mrs. Wakeman is your Mom!"
"But she's so . . . old. . ." Jenny couldn't help but make a face at that observation. "And I'm what, fifteen? Aren't I a little young to have a Mom that age?"
Brad shrugged. "Five, actually . . . but that's beside the point. You can't save the world or do any of that cool robot stuff until you get your memory back. Do you really want to hide out in your house for the rest of your life?"
"No. . ." Jenny sounded like a child being scolded. Brad smiled. "You want to come out and play with me'n my brother, right?" Jenny nodded. "I guess so. . ."
Brad beamed, Jenny was still Jenny, despite not having all of her memories. "Well, the only way to do that is to let your Mom fix you up! So how about it, Jen?"
Jenny jerked away, afraid again. "No!" Brad sagged, this was going to be harder than he'd thought. . .
Later on in Mrs. Wakeman's kitchen, Tuck cleared his throat. "Now, Jenny, we're going to unscramble your totally messed up brain by proving that you can't possibly be human. Okay?"
Jenny couldn't help it, Tuck looked so cute and full of himself. She started to giggle.
Tuck raised one eyebrow, not seeing what was so funny. "Yeah . . . now look. The clock says 12:00 noon. Right?"
"That it does." Agreed Jenny.
Tuck smiled. "12:00 is the universal lunchtime, right?" He blinked as right on cue, his stomach rumbled. "Yep! See that? I'm hungry!"
Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "As long as you boys are here, why don't we have our lunch?"
Jenny blinked as Brad strode up to the fridge. "Sounds good to me, Mrs. W. Let's see what you've got here. . ." He blinked, peering inside. "Peanut butter, regular butter, buttermilk . . . prune juice?"
He blinked at the woman. "Wow, that explains a lot. . ."
Mrs. Wakeman frowned and walked over, pulling lunch meats out of a drawer and handing them to Brad. Brad blinked. "Bologna?" He mispronounced the word to sound the way it was spelled.
"Bah Low Nee." Jenny corrected, smiling innocently. Brad blushed, then brightened. "Hey! You corrected me!"
Jenny blinked. "Yeah, so?" Brad grinned triumphantly. "So, that's a robot-like thing to do! Explaining difficult words!"
Jenny frowned. "Am I really friends with this weirdo?" Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "Unfortunately. . ."
Tuck shrugged and ate a piece of meat. "Yay, lunch meat! See, Jenny? Robots don't eat, so you won't want any."
Jenny shrugged. "Big deal, lots of people hate lunch meat!" She blinked as Tuck suddenly gagged and ran out. Brad blinked at the bag. "Robots don't get sick on month old lunch meat, either. . ." He glared accusingly at Mrs. W.
Jenny was clearly uninterested. "Look guys, just because I'm not hungry doesn't mean anything. Can we let it go?"
She turned to go, but Brad caught her by the arm. "Not a chance, Jen."
Later still, Jenny frowned as she stood in the yard. "Why are we here again?"
Brad pointed, smiling. "You're a global defense robot, so naturally, you can fly around the world! Go on, give it a try. Fly to the moon or something!"
Jenny gave a little hop, humoring him. "Whoosh." She said in a low voice.
Tuck ran by, arms wide. "Whoooosh! Pshoooooo! Voooooom!!!"
Jenny pointed, feigning astonishment. "Wow, your brother can fly, Brad! Better than me! He must be a robot!!!"
Brad glared. "That is so not funny, Jen."
Jenny sighed. "Look, I don't fly anymore than you do." Brad smiled. "Sure you do! I've seen you do it a million times! Your pigtails turn into little jets and wings come out of your back and your feet turn into rockets!" He stopped as he saw Jenny staring at him, freaked out. "Well, you do. . ."
He gave her a smack on the back. "Off you go, Astro-Girl! Fly for me!"
Jenny rolled her eyes. "And now he quotes ancient Japanese cartoons.. . Did anyone ever tell you that you're obsessed?"
Brad laughed. "Well hey, Jen! How do you think we met?!"
"Indeed. . ." Mrs. Wakeman came out with a cup of cocoa for the boys. "He vandalized the house and crept into your room via the window." Brad looked away, embarrassed. "Hey, is entering someone's house without permission a crime?"
He blinked as everyone gave him a funny look. "Nevermind. . ."
As the looks continued, he pointed to Tuck. "Well Tuck did it first!" Tuck glared, then blinked as Jenny stepped protectively in front of him. "That's real nice, blame your brother for your problems!"
"Brad's busted!" Tuck sing songed playfully from behind Jenny's leg.
Brad sagged. "Let's move on. . ." He sipped his cocoa, then noticed Jenny watching him.
Mrs. Wakeman noticed as well. "I'm sorry, dear! Were you thirsty, too?" Jenny looked embarrassed. "A little. . ."
She grinned at Brad. "Ha! Robots don't eat or drink! I'm thirsty! In your face!"
She blinked when a can of oil was placed in her hand. Brad smirked. "Haha, in your face."
Jenny stared at the offending can, then threw it to the ground and stormed away.
Mrs. Wakeman gasped in surprise. "XJ- . . . I mean, Jenny? Where are you going?" Jenny never turned back.
"Where teenage girls belong. The mall!" She hurried away before anyone could stop her, never noticing that she was running at a speed superior to that of a human.
Brad winced, then turned as Tuck spoke up. "A super, crime fighting robot . . . who doesn't know that she's a super crime fighting robot . . . is going to the mall? Alone? And not to mention, in a bad mood?"
The three humans shared a disturbed look. This wasn't going to end well.