Don't Look Back it's such a cold night, a codename: kids next door fanfic

You think you know me
Word on the street is that you do
you want my history
what others tell you won't be true

That night was one of the coldest all summer, temperatures plummeting into the mid 60's made it impossible for anyone to sleep comfortably. While most of the frail girls pulled their blankets over their heads and fought desperately to keep warm there was one red-head who pulled herself groggily out of her bed and walked sleepily along the floor to get a sweatshirt. She needed some time to think, and what better way to do that then a walk along the beach. Plodding softly as to not to wake up her bunkmates she walked to Numbuh Nines bed and peered in. She had somehow contorted her body so that her butt was sticking way up in the air and her feet were over the edge of the wood slightly. 86 couldn't see her; she was buried too deep into the blankets. Taking another cautious look around, she opened the door and entered the cold outside.

I walked a thousand miles while everyone was asleep
Nobody's really seen my million subtleties

It was at that moment that she was very glad she had brought a sweatshirt, for the wind stung her face and hands making her shiver in the regret of coming out here. At that moment she peered into the crystal clear water and was met with a reflection of a girl, standing right next to her.

Got stains on my t-shirt and I'm the biggest flirt
Right now I'm solo, but that will be changing eventually, oh
Got bruises on my heart and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me

"Stay away," She shouted violently as she tore her eyes away from the pond to meet the girl lurking in the shadows.

"Wow you anti-social," said a delicate voice as Numbuh Nine stepped out of the shadows.

She was confused, she was positive that the girl had been sleeping comfortably and soundly when she left the bunk, yet here she was large smile plastered on her face and her platinum blonde hair blowing in the slight wind.

"What are you doing here," Numbuh Eighty-Six said, putting as much venom into her voice as possible.

If she detected her hate, Numbuh nine didn't say anything, instead she just laughed and opened her lips to speak once again.

I hear you talking
Well, it's my turn now
I'm talking back
Look in my eyes
So you can see just where I'm at

"Your not the only one who likes to walk alone along a river on the coldest night in history," Jenna said with a flip of her hair.

"go away," Numbuh Eighty-Six said coldly, "You already stole Nigel, I don't need you making fun of me too."

"I'm not," The blonde insisted, "And as for Numbuh One, I don't even think of him as remotely close to being my boyfriend. He's just a good best friend for me."

Numbuh Nine let out a sigh before speaking again.

"You're a pretty, smart, powerful girl," She said encouragingly, "Don't let a guy put you down."

And with those words, she had turned her back on the redhead and headed up the hill to the cabin.

I walked a thousand miles to find one river of peace
I walked a million more to find what fish is which

"You must hate her," Said a cold voice from behind.

Numbuh Eighty-Six spun around quicklyand saw immediately the cloud of black hair swirling in the wind and the serious brown eyes penetrating into her. Julianne had found her.

"I don't hate her," Numbuh Eighty-Six said honestly, "I just, think she's a lot to compete with."

"In a moment everything can change," Julianne said in a dark voice, "I think an accident that would keep her away from Nigel and everyone else forever is in order here."

"Wait I don't want her to get hurt," Numbuh Eighty-Six protested.

"Silly girl," Julianne said with an evil smile, "You don't know what you want, were gonna be friends forever, we are one, it's my responsibility to tell you what you want."

Got stains on my t-shirt and I'm the biggest flirt
Right now I'm solo, but that will be changing eventually, oh
I laugh more than I cry
You piss me off, good-bye
Got stains on my t-shirt and I'm the biggest flirt
If you want my auto, want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me

Numbuh Eighty-Six looked out on the water once again and when she turned around Julie was gone again. Suddenly over the camp you could hear a crying noise, the crying of Margaret waiting for her lost love. With a shiver of fear, she turned and ran as fast as she could back to the safety of the bunk. Little did she know that Julianne was planning her attack, and no one in this camp would be safe, ever again.