Disclaimer: Pink things are icky…like peas. Fortunatly, my story is not pink. Nor is it entirly of my own creation; Jimmy, Cindy, Jet, ect. belong to the fantastic makers of the "Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius" show.

A/N: So…what think ye of my new name? Nomia was a Greek Naiad – a nymph mainly associated with brooks, steams and rivers. Naiads are known to exhibit extremly jealous tendencies (not at all unlike the ones I harbour towards my superior fellow writers. 0-0) I was the lover of Daphnis, son of Hermes, shepard, flautist, and inventor of pastoral poetry. The slimey creep was unfaithful, though, (but what else is new about Greek mythological characters?) so I blinded him permanantly. Hah! Plus, the Nomian Mountains are named after me. Wicked, eh? But I digress. On to the story!

Cindy whipped around the corner, expecting to find the worst. She was – when put mildly – shocked to see Tee the Space Bandit just inside the wide-open door and squeezing the breath out of Jimmy in what looked like an incredibley painful hug.

"Dang, Jimmy! Been almost two months! What's up with that, man? And – " he finally noticed Cindy and looked over at her in growing shock " – what's up with this? You havin' some sort of slumber party without me? Hold on a sec…"

Tee released Jimmy – who fell uncerimoniously into a heap on the floor – as he took a step closer to Cindy, who nervously prepared herself to flee. Tee let out a loud laugh in recognition. "Hah! No way! Little Cindy? Haha! How y'been, foo'!"

Cindy took up the proffered high-five, throroughly relieved she would be keeping her ribs intact and unbruised, giggling at Tee's ever-amusing way of speaking. Jimmy was not as amused. He had managed to scramble up and shut his front door; he rounded on Tee furiously.

"What the heck did you think you were doing?" he growled. Tee looked confused.

"Picking you up, just like you and Jet told me to do," he shrugged.

"Was it absolutly nessesary to blast my door off the restraining hinges!" Jimmy snarled, teeth clenched and look murderous. It seemed to be taking him a great deal of energy to keep his voice at a quiet level. "I'm sure it must be infuriating for you to continually come in contact with objects smarter than yourself, but I'm afraid I've become rather attatched to my door as a whole unit! Could you perhaps contain yourself! I wouldn't be surprised if you woke up half the town!"

Tee took a great, swelling breath and puffed out his chest, poking a finger in Jimmy's face. "Don't you talk to me like that, foo'! I did 'xactly like you said: midnight your time! I was makin' sure you heard me, man, so don' give me none of that!"

Jimmy sighed – though it came out more like a snort – and walked around the accusitory finger towards his bedroom. Cindy, who was determindly chewing on the insides of her cheeks, tried to ignore the looks he shot her as he passed. She couldn't apply the same sense to sharper detail the lit living room gave his bare torso as her eyes seemed to be involuntarily trailing down it to his narrow waist and –

Cindy physically jumped back, horrified. She whipped around and found sufficent distraction in Tee, who had pulled out a small box from his pocket and pressed a button on it. It unfolded itself a second later into a doorway – and Cindy could see a small cottage with a well-kempt yard, complete with white picket fence and bird bath, just on the other side! Jimmy didn't think pathways to other countries popping up instantly in his living room to be all that surprising, though, because when he entered the room again --blessedly --with a shirt on, bag slung over one sholder, and Goddard at his heels, he said grumpily, "Let's go."

Goddard came bounding forward first, jumping across the threshhold with a mechanical bark, and set at once to scaring off all the birds that were taking an early-morning dip in the stone basin. The only thing suggesting Goddard had lept hundreds of miles was a faint lavender shimmer that appeared when the section he had gone through pulled slightly, like he was walking through a gluey sheet, before it slid back into place, still and transparent.

"My 'Portable Portal 1600'," Jimmy offered in explantion, handing Cindy her borrowed shoes and stepping forward. "Rather handy. I lent it to Jet when he went to meet Nicolette. Completely safe and will take you anywhere in the universe, so long as it's chartered or I've programed it in."

"What happened to the other 1,599?" Cindy asked as she yanked the sneakers onto her feet, unable to resist the temptation. Jimmy stuck his tounge out at her. Still entirly facinated and curious at the strange, lavender barrier, though, she asked, "What's it feel like?"

"Really cool,"Jimmy submitted with a shrug and a smirl. He grabbed her left hand in his right and plunged them both in, proving his word.

It felt like a liquid cobweb, snagging and pulling gently at her hand and wrist as she moved it back and forth. The strange substance flowed over and around her, clinging to her form like a glove. It was an odd sensation for her fingers to be exposed to the crisp, morning air while half of her hand remained comfortably neutral in the apartment. She retracted her hand and the barrier converted back to its transparent stage.

"Cool."

Jimmy grinned lopsidedly and walked through. Cindy followed when Tee urged her on. After the space bandit finished off their procession, he pressed a small blue button on the control panel and it folded itself into a small box once more; he threw it to Jimmy. Jimmy cought it one-handedly as he greeted the person exiting the cottage door, "Morning, Jet."

"Hey, Jim!" Jet said, unlatching the gate of the picket fence and swinging it open. He veiwed Cindy with a bit of curiosity as she passed by, but he was jovial enough as he said, "How've you been?"

"Sleep deprived," Jimmy said after a long yawn.

"Understandable," Jet said. "Scrambling for aid and setting up a hide-out/base in a crisis can be draining when you do it in less than 48 hours." Jimmy yawned again in agreement and held a hair up to small DNA scanner that was where a doorbell would have normally been, the only thing out of place in the picturesque setting.

"It's been murder putting in those over-ride codes," Jet confided to Cindy as Jimmy pushed the door open and stumbled through. "Our boy Jim really knows his stuff! I'm sorry, but I never really did catch your name…?"

"Probably because it hasn't been said yet," Cindy put in politly, but she added, "I'm Cindy Vortex."

Jet's confusion evaporated and was replaced by astomnishment for a second or two. "Oh, yeah, I remember you. Thought those eyes were familiar. Your friend Libby's been talking non-stop about you, too."

"She's here?" Cindy interjected excitedly. They had all entered the cottage and the door had been closed behind them, cutting off the soft morning light from the slightly-cramped sitting room. "Where – "

Before she could say anything else, though, a cool female voice that seemed to be coming from all around them said, "Welcome back, Jimmy. Transport to lab?"

Jimmy stifled another yawn to say, "Yes, thank you Vox."

"You're welcome," Vox responded. There was a short series of clicking sounds and the fireplace on the wall opposite the door they entered folded away to the sides, revealing a large, metal shoot. Jimmy grabbed the bar above it, swung his legs into the hole in the wall, and shot out of sight. Entering Jimmy's lab seemed to be some sort of sport to Jet and Tee, for they both followed with a deal more enthusiasm. Cindy tried to lower herself down carefully, but she inevitably gained speed in her journey, and because she did not know how long of one it was to be, she ungracfully tumbled out the end and fell forward at the feet of –

"Libs!" Cindy embraced her best friend after she had been helped to her feet.

"Oooh, Cin, I've missed you so much! We've been away too long! I don't like college any more, I can't talk to you! I'm just going to quit and sell jam on the side of the road, and – " she stopped, for she had held Cindy out at arms' length to get a good look at her. "What are you wearing?"

"Important matters first," Cindy said firmly, glaring at her friend. "You are not , by any means, going to sell jam on the side of the road. You can just learn to stick it out and call me more often. …Miles' shoes and Jimmy's sweats."

Libby put her hands on her hips and fixed her friend with the look that was all to familiar – and recently missed – to Cindy. "And that's not qualified as 'important'?" Libby scoffed.

"Not as important as you becoming a jam-selling bum," Cindy scoffed back. "Especially since you are wearing one of Sheen's shirts…unless you've recently become obsessed with Ultra Lord…?" Libby looked down at herself and blushed, only able to offer a deafeated, "Yeah, well…"

"Come on," she said to Cindy, steering her towards a long rectangular table, laden with food, where a good half a dozen people were already seated. "We we just about to have breakfast."

Before Cindy could even ask who was included in this "we", Libby began to explain as they took two seats at one end of the table. "This is a wing of Jimmy's lab, but he's temporarily turned it into a hide-out for all of us. That big guy at the other end, he's the head of B.T.S.O., and the British guy next to him that he's talking to is one of his agents, Francis. They came with Jet – there he is, and the girl he sat next to is Nicolette. That guy with the awesome dreads is Daniel; he works for N.A.S.A. and has been helping to get us all here. He says he and Jimmy worked together on some Mars mission, so they must be real good friends. Tee we know, Carl an' Sheen, obviously, parentals 'n' such – oh."

"Oh" was right. Cindy sacrificed energy enough to throw a single, furious glare at her mother before turning to face Jimmy, who had just taken the seat to the left of Cindy, and not giving her another thought nor glance.

"I swear I didn't know," he murmered apologetically in her ear, "or else I would have let her get eaten." Cindy grinned, the mental image he gave her of her mother and Poultra gratification enough. After a few moments of semi-silent eating, Jimmy stood; the chatter died away.

"You've all been explain the situation we are facing," he said, eyes burning angrily even though his voice remained calm. "At least, as much as you need to know. There are …matters that I need to settle, and I am travling to finish this mess with the Yolkians." As though on cue, Daniel stood and exited through a narrow arched door. Jimmy continued as he walked. "It was for your saftey that you were brought here, but in precisely – " he consulted his watch " – thirty-six hours, the patroling Yolkians will have left their posts to return to theeir home planet on orders of their King, and Daniel will safely escort you back to your homes."

He nodded to them and turned away; the rest of the company continued with their meal, but Cindy quickly stood and followed Jimmy through the same archway Daniel had dissapeared through a moment before. Jimmy whipped around when the door closed behind Cindy, sensing correctly that he had been followed. Cindy crossed her arms over her chest and fixed him with a firce glare.

"Would you care to answer my questions willingly?" she asked as Jimmy, who fidgeted on the spot. "Or am I going to have to force them out of you?"

Jimmy opened his mouth but shut it quickly when Libby, Sheen, and Carl traipsed into the room, looking like they were about to demand the same thing. Jimmy sighed in defeat and gestured for them to follow him through another partitioning door and into the chamber that held his spaceship. Daniel was in the room as well, monitoring a panel board and checking things off a list on a clipboard in his hand. He waved to Jimmy and flashed him the thumbs-up signal. Jimmy waved back wearily as he walked up the loading ramp and into the ship.

Sheen, who had been uncharacteristically silent in the gloomy setting, immeadiatly set to matters in order of importance, claiming his usual seat and setting it instantly on vibration mode being the top item on his mental list. "W-w-w-i-i-i-i-i-i-c-k-k-e-e-e-e-d-d!"

Jimmy collapsed onto the soft, cushioned bench opposite his neurotic friend. Cindy could tell the exhausting was sinking in; the soffocatingly morbid mood that blanketed the entire house seemed to have drained the remaining strength from him. Cindy felt a wave of pity towards her once-foe.

"This is just a transport," Jimmy said, closing the mouths that had indignantly opened. "My Strato XL is in the storage hold; Daniel and the others will be flying me to the satalite, and after I fix that they will be dropping me off at the moon. From there, I go on alone."

"Just what did you do to the satalite?" Libby demended. Jimmy grimaced.

"Well…" he rubbed the back of his head. "I maybe sorta …fried a couple of things. My watch kept picking up these weird readings, so I, er…sent a virus out to anything that gave me input."

Libby's face found her hands; Cindy's jaw went limp. "You sent a …Jimmy, what possessed you?"

"It was just a minor one, I can fix it!" Jimmy looked aprehensive at the prospect, though. Cindy had to chew on her cheek again to keep from smiling. "Anyways, I just want to say thanks."

"Uhh, for what Jim?" Carl scratched his head. "We didn't really do any…thing…and we won't be…" He looked fearful. "Will we!"

"No, Carl," Jimmy assured him gently. "I'm just thanking you all for …well, just being there. For being you. It means everything to me." The small smile that had been flitting across his features dropped into a pensive frown after he had half-whispered his last sentence and he stared broodingly at the floor. Sheen, who was obviously vibrating to much to notice the sudden and strange change in his friend's mood, said, "N-no p-prob-b-lem-m-mo-o!"

Jimmy's smile returned again, ten-fold what it had been before, and he pulled them all off their seats and into an enormous five-personed hug. "You guys are the best."

"Aww, we know that!" Carl said, adjusting his glasses when Jimmy finally released them.

Daniel poked his head in. He said in a permanently alert and chipper voice, "It's all set, Jimmy. Ready whenever you are."

"Thanks, Danny," Jimmy said. Daniel grinned lopsidedly, and Cindy could help but think he looked more like a rock star than a prestigeous N.A.S.A. employee, from his waist-long dreadlocks to his snake-skin belt and all the way down to his feet, clad in Converse sneakers exactly like the ones Cindy was wearing, except that his were bright purple.

"You attract weird friends," Cindy informed Jimmy needlessly.

"I've noticed," he admitted. "But it's too late to stop it now; nobody will leave me alone."

"Darn right," Libby said sharply, sounding like she had made a decision for all of them that was not to be argueed with. She didn't hold out on the details for long: "We're coming with you."

Jimmy looked like he was about to protest; Cindy punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Come on, Neutron, one last adventure. And it's just a transport, right?"

Carl was dancing on the spot, looking torn between joviality and apprehension. Sheen's left eye had already begun to twitch in excitement. Libby had folded her arms and set Jimmy with a glare, informing him she wouldn't be leaving the ship even if someone tried to drag her off. Jimmy sighed again, but smiled.

"All right," he said, "let's go."

A/N: I think this is the worst update I've ever written; I should be stoned for even putting it up and it will most likely be ripped down at a later time. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't feel it! I felt the next chapter, though (it's already half-finished) and it will be – hopefully – much better than this one. A lot faster-paced, too; I need to pick up some slack, because the deeper I go into this, the more I realize it's going to be insanly long. To those with weak constitutions, hearts, back problems, kidney failure, fainting problems, or those who have had past problems with typers/writers' cramp, lack of attention, or OCD, I strongly advise you to leave my story now while you still have the chance.

pokey: I'm rather devious like that, yes. But since you seem to love my work so much, I know you will forgive me. I hate dreams like that as well; I've had this ever-reoccuring one of my friends and I being chased over a golf course while in a train handcart by animated teachers…but I don't think you would really care about that, so never mind.
Arein: Well, I sincerely congratulate you! Yay for 8/9! And I've thought long and hard about your decision and sincerely hope it is the latter that you have decided. (And as for Jimmy's foes being dense…well, I'm afraid I don't know the answer. They just…ARE.)
Angela Jewell: Thanks so much again, and good call on the hugging! You were almost there with the hugger. And, as foolish as I made Jimmy out to be by opening the door without calling out first, I'd like to redeem him by saying he knew exactly who it was. I would never do anything to get our hero killed!
The Opal Fariy: Eh, bygones. I'm glad you like it – and hope you still do after this atrocious excuse of an update – but I'm afraid I can't do anything about your want for a holo-butler. That's Jimmy's area of business.
Readrbug21: Pff, we didn't even have boys at our camp! Strictly for our young women. Ehh, it was fun anyways. Just like Cindy and Reeves! Yay, fun! Lol, glad you liked it, and thanks for the review!
humblelion717: Muaha, that's right! Thanks so much!
Elynsynos 18: Aww, too kind! I hope you still feel the way after that disaster!
Flower Powerer: Meh, I doubt it's the first one. I'm just like you with the second one, though, and I hate it! Anyways, thanks for the review!
And FOREVER: Medahaha… So excited for this chapter, eh? Well, maybe I'm being to hard on myself again. Maybe it ISN'T that horrendous. Thoughts? Thanks again!
Phantomhobbitses: Heehee, I know. What did the poor hologram do to deserve Cindy? Thanks for the review!
Barlee: Oh, it was muchos of fun! Lots of hott guys! Lol, but that's beside the point. I hope I'm not building up too much; I feel already like hitting myself over the head for not being able to cut things anymore. It's coming, though, I swear! Just like more Jimmy/Cindy-ness, though I'm glad you liked it all in the last chapter; her putting on his clothes was just irresistible! I'm afraid I know less French than a rubber duck; I'm glad you didn't know enough to call me off on it, but that's the basic gist of what I was saying there. (Well, my friend said it for me. I'm a Spanish gringo myself.) The dream and bedroom scene (oh, that sounded bad!) I put in at the last minute and on a pure whim. I'm really happy you found them up to form! I'm really sorry to keep breaking your heart with my lack of updates, and I hope I didn't kill you with the inadequacy here, but I gave it a shot. Here's to better chapters in the future, eh?
Hermione Granger63: I thank you with all my heart for your understanding. I bow to you! Tahnks again!
Numbah 1JimmyFan: 0-0 I had no idea! Weird…just know whatever I may portray my Nicolette to be is not at all what I think of you!
WeAsLeYkid8: I don't really know, actually. One of my friends LOVES it and thinks I'm insane to eat it without. I'm going to just take her word for it and not try any. And of COURSE your reviews help; I love them! Thanks so much!
coughdrop101: Aww, thanks! And yes, that is true, but Cindy and Jimmy aren't dating. They are working together to pull through a crisis and ultimatly save the world from impending doom. Again.
MagicV: Lol, hope the wait was worth it! Many thanks!
Kyuugi (and Iisha, apparently): I'm glad to see you are enjoying it. Thank you so much! I'm afraid I've read too many child-based stories as well, and I'm glad you've found my fic to be a breather from those! I hope you stick around!
Mahogany2250: Bah, corney, I know. It's dreadful stuff. I'm glad I could bring you a laugh or two and hope to bring you a few more before I finish…in a few years…