Priestess Aishisu: I thought I had reached a steady average of four reviews a chapter, but it went up! Eleven reviews for a single chapter. This is terrific, in my opinion. Also, I have no idea who Cree Summers is. So I'm going to say she's Cree, just because I can.
TeenTitansGirl14: It's all right about your Teen Titans fanfiction. I can wait because they're so awesome.
LOL Great chapter! Can't wait for another soon.
Priestess Aishisu: Thanks. I'm writing a new Teen Titans fanfiction anyway. I'm surprised you didn't read it yet.
Possessed Angel: this is great! what's gonna happen! what episode will they see?
Priestess Aishisu: I haven't decided yet
Silverflare07: LOL! Omg that was great! Having them realize they're a TV show.
Can't wait to see how that turns out!YAY! A 5 and 1 are friends again!
Update soon!
Priestess Aishisu: Yeah. I wrote this really sad fanfiction where Nigel found out they were a television show and went crazy. He ended up in a psychiatric ward and he keeps seeing the Kids Next Door and the villains surrounding him (Quote: They were all around him, millions of them, yelling and whispering, laughing and sobbing, jeering and comforting, hugging and punching, reassuring and reprimanding) and he's crying and shouting. Then Abigail steps through the crowd and he begs her (and technically the delusions) to leave him alone. She has tears in her eyes and kisses him before leaving. The end is him curled up in his cell, crying and murmuring that it was all 'Just a TV show.' Very angsty. Except that the Abigail who kissed him was real and he never knew it.
Evilevergreen: Honestly, I didn't think this is how the story would be going, but I'm still very curious, b/c now they're acting like abby's non-talking is just an everyday thing.
I like stories I can't predict and this is one of them, good job.
Priestess Aishisu: Well, it's been a few weeks (I wrote days by accident) and Abigail is the 'Quiet One.'
strawberry lover!!!: Wow a TV show! great idea! but i've never heard of chalupas before. Are they mexican? well anyways great chapter. That was funny how numbuh 4 couldnt spell cartton network! that was hilarious!
StRaWbErRy LoVeR
Priestess Aishisu: Well, they are a TV show. Chalupas are these really delicious things from Taco Bell.
colomani648: hey, great story. I hope ur continuing.
Priestess Aishisu: Yes, I am.
Orange Hoodie Girl: I luv all of your storys. But this is my favorite. Keep writing! ...Please
Priestess Aishisu: Thanks!
WrItErKaT322: O.o AH! THEY'VE DISCOVERED THE SECRET! IT'S THE APOCOLYPSE! RUN! Meggie
Priestess Aishisu: O.O Calm down!
Princess Rusty: Only now it's too late...If they hadn't been fighting in the first place, she would be able to talk.
Well, please keep going, I love it so much! Don't take too long to update! But don't rush, cuz then it won't be as good!
I think it would be funny if Numbuh one gets all mad because KND is supposed to be a super secret orginization. I wonder how long you can keep it a secret when there's a big (really big) treehouse that says 'KND' on it. Anyway, love the story, can't wait for more!
So says the Princess Rusty, who has so many secrets to keep that she's forgetting some!
Priestess Aishisu: I know. That's the biggest detail—the fight's over, but the consequences remain.
Lufia2: That is uber cool! I love this fic! Please update soon! It's cool that they can watch themselves on TV! I'd love to do that! Is Numbuh Five ever going to get her voice back?
Priestess Aishisu: Yes she is. In this chapter.
Yami-MeKayla: Heh this is cool. update soon. I like the pairing. 1 and 5 belong together, as with 3 and 4. Some people think 5 and 2 make a good couple not me (shudders). I personal hate Lizzie. continue this is a great story.
!UpDaTe SoOn!
Priestess Aishisu: I don't like the pairing either, though I do use it when I'm putting Nigel with somebody else.
Abigail's Point Of View
I lick the last traces of sauce from my fingers, watching the others and listening. It feels sad not to be able to speak, though sometimes Numbuh One decides to be nice by asking me something (that and they usually don't know) but it's depressing that it can only be a yes/no question. I know I'm the 'Quiet One,' but I have plenty to say that might be useful. But I can still think, though it's more putting 21.7 and 53.8 together than putting two and two.
"Hmm...Well, the names of actors haven't told me much, except..." Numbuh One turns to me, and I blink in surprise. "The voice actress for you and your sister is named Cree Summers. You mentioned once that your sister is a voice actress for several cartoons?" I nod, and he frowns. I can see the wheels turning in his head.
"Go home."
I blink, not understanding. That could be taken as rude, you know. Apparently he does, because he says quickly, "To gather information. You're a great spy, I'm sure you can find out if your sister is an actress in a show starring us."
I understand now, but I still don't want to. How the heck am I supposed to explain why I'm mute? Especially if I'm mute.
Priestess Aishisu's Point Of View
"Not bad," remarked Chad. "Between us, we have enough money to sustain four families for the life span of the youngest child. This being in averages of age and size. You, of course, have a lot more than me. From what I can tell, we have all the money we'll need for eight years. This is assuming that she is alive and the hospital bills will continue rising at the current rate."
"How do you do that?" Cree cried, shaking her head. "No, don't tell me, I don't want to know." Chad laughed. It was a warm, kind sound, but his eyes were sad.
"Well, just like you said, acting has given us all the money we require. Since she definitely isn't going to go on television, we'll still do the whole acting thing—we don't know when we'll run out of money."
There was a strange determination in his words. Before he met Cree, he would have been terrified by the sheer magnitude of what they were planning, but not anymore.
"I'm packed and everything," said Cree. "I just have to figure out if she's alive or not, then I'm out of here faster than you can say get the heck out of here. You?"
"Same. But how are we supposed to figure that out?" Cree shrugged, then suddenly whirled around. Her lips were tense. She didn't speak, but Chad did. "What are you doing here?"
Abigail's eyes widened, and she gasped silently. How did they know? Her mind screamed. But she couldn't voice this, and she couldn't hide if she didn't want her bones broken. Usually she wouldn't feel this afraid, but it's difficult to be optimistic with a frigid gaping numbness instead something she never appreciated but would do anything to get back.
So she stepped out from her hiding place and stared daringly at them. Let them think her silence was simply defiance. But she thought of their words. Were they running away? And who was 'she'?
Cree tilted her head, studying Abigail with her yellow feline eyes which had always creeped Abigail out. More than ever now, because of the tingling at the back of her head.
Nigel's eyes were usually hidden by the sunglasses he wore, but when they weren't it was easy to see intelligence gleaming in the cerulean depths. They were calm and serious, but at times they could shine with cheer. He was only human, after all.
Though you couldn't tell by the aviator's goggles he always wore, Hoagie's eyes were dark gray and constantly alight with curiosity, compassion, and humor. Though he liked mimicking his comic book and video game heroes, trying to act cool and witty like the guys on television and in the movies, his bright eyes always shone clearly with the real him.
Kuki's polished purple orbs were even more cheerful. On the rare occasions when the energetic girl was sad, the bright violet panes glimmered with tears. On the even rarer occasions she was mad, they flared with pure fire. But usually they were shining with innocence and pure, unbridled joy.
Wallabee, on the other hand, glared out challengingly at the world at large from behind his tangled blonde bangs. The sharp jade surfaces dared anyone to just try and cross him, promising pain for any foolish enough to think it. Abigail knew better, however. Buried beneath that hard green facade was a boy with a kinder heart.
Abigail's own eyes were the palest blue. They were wise and calm, always shining with intelligence and kindness. They were windows to her soul, always expressing her emotions when she wouldn't. Their gaze was striking, and Nigel himself had admitted he would have never wanted her to hide them behind glasses.
"Then she is alive..." Cree murmured, frowning. Chad punched the table and cursed, but Cree ignored this. She stepped forward, her eyes seeming to pin Abigail in place. "Tricking you and Nigel...that was cruel, but she's done worse. You've forgiven him, but perhaps it is already too late. Things can never be the same..."
Abigail was afraid now, but Cree's eyes seemed to keep her in place. Cree reached out and touched Abigail's forehead. Her fingertips felt painfully warm in comparison to the iciness inside her.
Then the tiny seed of warmth still left seemed to swell up. It spread through her body, reaching the tips of her fingers and head and toes. It wasn't pleasant. It seemed to burn her insides. Her hair seemed to stand on end, and even it burned with the warmth she had learned to live without. Abigail screamed.
The scream exploded in her throat and filled the air. She caught her breath sharply, and suddenly the burning sensation was gone. She still felt very warm, but she was more preoccupied with her gasps. "H–H–How...?" Her voice seemed different, but no one would notice. Or at least she didn't think they would.
"I play you on television, you don't think I can duplicate your voice? Oh, but it only works when there's light. And never on full or new moons. Understand?"
No, she didn't. But she was too thrilled. "Th–Thanks," she stammered out. It was difficult to speak after weeks of muteness, but who cared? At least she could speak. "B–Bye.
When she was almost out the door, she heard Cree say to Chad, "Well, now we know. Dad isn't coming home for an hour. We can leave and sleep in a hotel tonight, and by sunrise we'll be in Canada."
He had been the only one not laughing, Nigel noted as he gulped the water. He and Numbuhs 2–4 had been watching Operation: Q.U.I.E.T. If he hadn't been feeling guilty about Abigail before, he certainly was now. And it didn't help that now that she was mute and they couldn't argue anymore, he had been able to think through their fights in the spare time between missions and realize that he had caused all their arguing. If she ever gets her voice back, I'm not lashing out at her anymore. She's so wonderful, and I've never really appreciated her.
"Hey, Numbuh One!"
"Not now, Numbuh Five, I'm trying to thin—Numbuh Five?!" He whirled around, and it was Numbuh Five, smiling wider than she had ever smiled before. "D–Did you just talk?!"
Abigail beamed. "I know, isn't it amazing?" Then she paused, as if trying to remember something. "But it only works when there's light, I think. Oh, and never when the moon is full. Or when it's a new moon. But who cares, I can talk!" She spun in a circle to emphasize her happiness, and threw her arms around him.
His cheeks turned pink. "Uh...Numbuh Five...?" She pulled away, and he smiled back at her. "You can really talk! How did that happen? And is it just me, or is your voice a bit different?"
"Well, it's my sister's, actually. See, she and Chad had been fighting the Ice Goddess for some reason. And she was playing me on television, that's why she could duplicate my voice. She and Chad were also playing themselves, because they needed money to run away." Her face fell suddenly, and realization dawned on her. "Oh my god, they ran away."
Nigel smiled. "What's your problem? That's two of our greatest enemies out of the way, and you have your voice back." Abigail smiled and stepped forward again.
This time he was the one to hug her, and she laid her head on his chest. They were both blushing, but neither pulled away. "I guess this is the closest it can come," Abigail murmured into his shirt, speaking more to herself than him.
"To what?" Nigel asked curiously.
"A happy ending."
He quirked an eyebrow in surprise, then laughed. "Numbuh Five, don't be silly. It isn't as if somebody's sitting at their laptop at 12:36 AM, typing up everything that happened just for their amusement and the amusement of others."
Abigail laughed. "Yeah. After all, who would be interested in a story like that?"