AN: My 1st KND fic. Hope ya like it.

CHapter one

Numbuh 4 wouldn't surrender. Suicide was surrender. He never gave up, and he never would. Dying would do anything but give the man who claimed to be his father a reason to celebrate. No, he wouldn't allow him that joy.

And he wouldn't run away. Why would Numbuh 4 run away? To be picked up by an adult even sicker than even his father? No, he couldn't do that.

He could always move in with his mom. But that, too, wouldn't work out. His life was here, in California. He didn't belong to Australia anymore than Numbuh 2 did.

And any ways, SHE lived here.

She being the reason his life wasn't complete hell. She could brighten up his day, no matte how dark it had been before. Sure, Numbuh 4 knew they were just friends. And he was mostly fine with that.

Mostly.

And anyways, he didn't have to deal with his dad until the weekend. Since it was thursday, he had one more day of bliss. He wasn't ready yet to deal with him.

Temporarily lost in his own mind, Numbuh 4 forgot that he was on a misson.

"Numbuh 4! Pay attention!" Numbuh 1 shouted for the bamillionth time.

"Huh?" He said stupidly, awekening mentally in time to dodge a hit from whatever the Delightful Children were shooting. he really didn't wanna find out what would happen if he was hit.

Numbuh 4 was easily the smallest kid here, which gave him a huge advantage at times. Like now, for instance. He easily slipped into the vent thing in the Delightful childrens own home. Was he running away? No. He was looking for something, anything, that could help them on this mission.

So he was straying from the mission? He called it improvising.

His mom had once told him that miricles are about the small things, and numbuh 4 remembered this as he destroyed the power box. The lights shut down immediatly. Which meant. . .

Numbuh 4 entered the room in time to see the Delightful children get the crud beat out of them by the rest of the team. Not wanting to miss the action, he jumped in, his punches being the hardest and most accurett.

Numbuh 4 remembered this mission as he road in the car with his 'father figure' in the car.

"Son, you'll never guess what came in the mail today." Mr. Beatles smirked to himself. "Your report card."

Numbuh 4 knew he was dead.