Okay, so here is the premise. I have been reading KND fics for a while, and I eventually tried writing some. I have seen every couple imaginable. ¾, 1/5, 2/5, and so on. While I read all of these there is one couple that I have never seen, 2/4. So I have now taken it upon myself to write one. Just a warning, I am not gay and I have never written a story with a boy/boy couple. So please, any constructive criticism will greatly help. I am basically going on what I have read from other fics so please bear with me while I find my feet. Oh, and by the way, I don't own these characters. But if the owners are reading this and are looking to give them away, my birthday is in July… hint hint. By the way, my grammar is not actually this bad. It's just that I wanted it to sound like it would if Numbuh 4 was telling the story. Ok, so on with the show.

Operation F.O.U.N.D.

Friend

Often

Understands

New

Developments

By OmegaRed9

I was looking fer my favorite candy. It was usually in this candy case. I love gummy worms. They're so chewy and sweet, but today they were a bit bitter. Oh well, nuthin I can do 'bout that now. I left the candy store and made my way back to the tree house. I could begin to see it from several blocks away. It's huge. I always liked that 'bout my home. I couldn't tell from where I was looking, but there were some renovations goin on; Numbuh 2's room was being nearly totally demolished. I heard the sounds of construction goin on from the base of the tree and I was becoming more and more interested.

I walked into the main briefing room and was shocked to see no one there. Usually there would be an alarming amount of noise and activity coming from the other operative watching television or doing any number of things. It was strangely quiet in the KND's hangout. All of the noise seemed to be coming from down the hall in the crew quarters. I walked down the hall to see numbuhs 1, 3, and 5 all standing to the door to Numbuh 2's room. They had this look of confusion on their faces that told me that they didn't know any more then I did.

I walked up to my friends and asked, "What the crud is goin' on 'ere?"

Numbuh 1 turned around and said, "We don't know Numbuh 4, 2 just locked his door and we have been hearing sounds of construction for the last 12 hours. We are beginning to become worried, but we can't get in. Numbuh 2's security system is top-notch."

I started to scatch my chin in deep thought. I was sure I could think of an idea to get in there. Yooreekuh! "Oi got two ideas fellas. The first will involve a banana, a Santa suit, and a live buffalo. The other idea we can do now."

"Uh, Numbuh 5 thinks we should try idea number 2."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Ok, so here is my plan. I walk up to the door, and, here is the key part, I knock."

All of my present teammates were staring at me like I was a complete moron.

Numbuh 1 stepped up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder with a chuckle and a grin. "The best laid plans of mice and men…"

"Oi don't get it."

"You never really do Numbuh 4. We already tried that."

I was starting to get mad. They couldn't see how angry I was because my death stare was bein covered up by my bangs. I just pushed my through the crowd and started pounding on the door. After a few minutes of this without an answer I started to get even more pissier. Is that a word, well it is now, and anyone who says different can come get a piece. I balled up my fist and shoved it straight through Numbuh 2's door. I grabbed the frame of the door on the other side and ripped the entire door out from the wall. All of the other operatives' jaws dropped at my feat of strength.

When I turned around I too became shocked as I noticed that Numbuh 2's room was changed from a shrine to aeronautics, to a barren wasteland filled with wooden boards and nails. We walked in to see Numbuh 2 hunched over a structure that he was working on. There were blueprints surrounding him and he didn't even notice us walking in. I don't even think that he noticed that I had ripped the door off of its hinges.

I walked up to my best friend and the closer I got the more worried I became. Each step toward him I took the more alien he seemed. I could hear him talking to himself and scribbling notes on a blueprint that he was closest too.

"Numbuh 2, a-are you ok?" I reached my hand out to touch his shoulder. He jumped back and screamed at all of us to get out of his workshop. We all just turned around and left. We didn't want him to become even more disturbed.

Numbuh 3 started to cry. "What's wrong with Numbuh 2?"

"Numbuh 5 thinks he is just under a lot of stress from workin so hard on that new project. He jus needs to relax. We won't be able to get him o stop, but when he does I say we send him on a vacation or something."

Numbuh 1 stepped forward and agreed with Numbuh 5. I wasn't convinced. I couldn't just stand there and let him freak out like that. If it were me going crazy and all, he would do something to 'elp me. I'll just have to come up with another one of my genius ideas.

Author's Note: So what do you think so far. I think that this story has some potential and so I want to keep going with it, even if I don't get any readers. I'm the kind of guy who likes to do things just to be different, and there isn't much different then a 2/4 story. I look forward to hearing some reviews. Good night.