Never Forget

Description: Years come and go. Kids turn into teenagers. Teenagers turn into adults, we all must accept it. But when this way of life means having to erase memories. How will the Kids Next Door cope before, during and after decommissioning?

Rating: PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own the cartoon Codename: Kids Next Door if I did I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fan fiction.

Chapter Two: Nigel's Decommissioning.

Ahhelga: There's already a story called "Never Forget"?. Aw, damnit (I wont change the title but still..). And I'm glad I'm fur-filling your 2/5-ness cravings (I get those cravings too ). And about the 1/86.... -Smiles- Maybe...

Numbuh M: Oh, don't worry. It wont be too angsty, it'll have a little angst but not "I'm gunna kill myself!!11!" angst. I'm glad everyone seems in-character and thanks for faving it! -Glomps-

Brat in Cali: Like I said, it wont be too dark. And -Cough- those couples could be right...

Anonymous: I'm glad it doesn't suck, I was getting paranoid because of my past failures in fanfiction...

Yipper34: Thanks for the nice words.

Lyokogrl: I may have to disappoint you in saying that 1/5 wont be one of the couples, sorry. But thanks for the kind words anyway.

KarenTheMecha: -Grins evilly and rubs her hands together too- Ehhxellect...

Moon Comix: I just thought that since our li'l Wally-kins would be stressed about his decommissioning he would be meaner than usual. But don't worry, I'll try to make him a little nicer in later chapters.

The next morning Nigel woke up, he looked at his clock, 8.AM. He didn't think his teammates would be awake at this time, he walked into the kitchen to make some cereal and, surprisingly, they were there.

Kuki had a bowl of sugary Rainbow Monkey cereal sitting on her lap, Wally was nibbling on a piece of toast, Hoagie was just sitting, watching his two friends, in a kind of daze.

"Good morning, Num- er, I mean Nigel," Kuki said, her joy to see her teammate quickly turned to misery.

"Happy Birthday," Wally said sadly, he decided to be nice to Nigel, after all it would be the last time he'd see him as Numbuh 1.

"When will Numbuh 86 be over to decommission me?" Nigel asked, hoping it wouldn't be too early.

Hoagie shrugged, "I dunno. It can be any time."

"Oh," Nigel sighed.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Francine crashed though the wall of the tree house, "Hello, teenager. So how about getting your decommissioning over with?".

Nigel stood and his eyes narrowed on the girl.

"Well?! Come on, Nigel, I don't have all day."

Nigel should have said 'okay', he should have walked over to her, he should have been more like Abby but suddenly a thought struck him.

He had been working in the Kids Next Door for years, he's done so much for them, he was one of the best. He was Numbuh 1, "No, I'm not coming!"

Francine smirked, "Oh yes you are."

"I got away from you once and I can do it again," Nigel exclaimed, smugly.

"I'd like to see you try," Francine said in her Irish accent, suddenly ten other operatives gathered up behind her, possibly her decommissioning squad.

Nigel gulped at seeing the other operatives but soon came to his senses, "Fine, your on," Nigel ran over to the table and grabbed his weapon and pointed it at the red head.

Fanny reached into her pocket to take out her own weapon but Nigel had other plans.

"Make one move and I'll shoot!" Nigel threatened, Numbuh's 2, 3 and 4 gasped, Nigel was the last person they'd think would turn on the Kids Next Door.

Francine felt sweat running down her face, Nigel was a tough match, but in her mind anything he could do... she could do 86 times better.

The cocky red head reached into her pocket to take her weapon out again.

Like Nigel said, he did shoot, but Francine dodged. Nigel continued to shoot but Numbuh 86 dodged every shot, but, unfortunately, most of the other operatives got hit, paralyzing them.

Francine groaned in annoyance and glared at Nigel, he returned a glare but he suddenly remembered a great escape plan. His jet-boots.

The British boy jumped out of the window, at first everyone thought this was some kind of suicide attempt but they soon realized that it was Nigel trying to escape. Outraged, Francine followed.

Numbuhs 2, 3 and 4 watched Nigel and Fanny's actions, although they wanted to either cry or rip the place to shreds in rage they were much to confused to pay attention to their other emotions so instead they just sat, open mouthed.

Meanwhile, Nigel was flying with his jet-boots as Francine chased him on her own jet-boots.

"Give up, Nigel!" Francine yelled from behind him, "Ye'll never get away from me."

"Oh yes I will," Nigel smirked. Although he was scared he was actually enjoying every minute of this, it was strange.

They flew around buildings, mountains and over the sea.

Nigel felt himself getting slower, suddenly he started falling. His jet-boots had ran out of fuel.

"Oh my god," Francine gasped, "Nigel!" she flew down after him, luckily, her jet-boots were twice as fast as him, when she caught up with him she grabbed him and took him to safety.

Nigel was shocked, she could have let him fall if she wanted to, thats what he expected her to do.

Nigel sat in her arms, open-mouthed, "Did you just save me?"

"Yeah, yeah," Francine said, still holding Nigel tightly, "Just so ye know, this doesn't change anythin'," she said as she pointed her gun at him and shot, it knocked him out instantly.

Nigel woke up, he was strapped to the chair in the decommission room at the moon base, he looked up to see Francine.

"Have a nice sleep, teenager?" she smirked, she obviously wanted to pretend that the saving didn't happen.

"You can call me that all you want," Nigel stated, playing along, "But you'll be turning thirteen in a few weeks."

Francine's smirk turned into a glare..

"And to be honest, I can't wait until you leave the Kids Next Door, you didn't deserve to be here. You're a bitch."

Francine's glare turned into a weak frown, "Do ye think I like doin' this?"

Nigel opened his mouth, but no words came out, he didn't know what to say.

"Do you?!"

Nigel was speechless.

"Do ye think I like thirteen year olds attackin' me and callin' me names? Do ye think I like bein' labeled a 'bitch' because of ma job?"

"But, you're always so mean to people," Nigel argued.

"I need to be, Nigel. I wouldn't get any were bein' nice,".

"It's not just teenagers, you're unfair to all boys,".

"Boys are unfair to me, Nigel,".

"You shouldn't stereotype people because of their gender,".

Francine was about to answer back, but decided to quickly change the subject, "That's not important right now, it's time for yer decommissioning," she made her way over to the button.

"Any last words?" she asked, her finger an inch away.

"Yes actually," Nigel sighed.

"Whot, then?" she asked, tapping her foot.

Nigel took a deep breath, he didn't think he'd ever be saying these words,"Thanks for saving me, EightySix. I wont forget it," he smiled slightly and without thinking Francine smiled back, she actually felt her cheeks getting warm for a second but she quickly shook it off.

"Wanna bet?" she said as she forced a smirk and pressed the button. The machine started up.

Meh. I don't like this chapter much for some reason. I've edited it countless times but I still can't seem to find the problem.

Anyway, please review. And again, criticism is always welcome.

-Sammeh-