Sorry about the long waits of updating my fics. I've just been a little low on inspiration. But now i think i can finish them all soon, meaning more room for other projects without worrying about forgetting these ones.

so enjoy.

Chapter seven

Numbuh 2 sat down upon the hard and cold floor, his hands entwined together and supporting his chin. His goggles lay upon the top of his head, and his eyebrows knitting together as his mind swam with clouded thoughts. His mind slowly focused upon Numbuh 86; was she ok? Has she gotten into any trouble?

He shook his head and looked at Numbuh 362, who was awake, but was worse or wear. No, he knew Numbuh 86 could hold her own, and he should be more concerned about the health of the supreme commander. But the thought of him worrying about Numbuh 86 like the way he was really confused him. Just him thinking about her was enough to make him try to find another object or person to focus on. But they'd only go back to her, and now that there was so much trouble going on, they were becoming very strong and concerning.

"Numbuh 2?" A voice enquired. His head immediately jerked up to the sound of Numbuh 5's voice. She sat down beside him, and looked at him with that look that meant she knew what he was worried about. "You wanna tell Numbuh 5?"

Yes, he did want to express his concerns to her, but the fear of her calling him crazy for believing he might like Numbuh 86 irked him more. He shook his head, and stared at Numbuh 362 instead. All he could think about then was how distraught and angry Numbuh 60 would be once they got her back. They all knew about their soft spots for each other, and if they got out of here…

Numbuh 2 mentally slapped himself. They were going to get out, and Numbuh 86 would make sure of it, for Numbuh 362's sake.

"Numbuh 2?" Numbuh 5 enquired. There was but no response from the technician as he slipped back into his inner thoughts. "Ok, well we're here if you need to talk." She got up, and lowered her head as she made her way to Numbuh 1 and 4.

"Any luck?" Numbuh 1 enquired from her. Her amber-eyed gaze met his chocolate brown eyes for a few lonely moments, and she shook her head.

"Numbuh 5 thinks this is taking its toll on all of us." She informed quietly. Numbuh 4 glanced at them through his blonde bangs, but didn't even attempt to utter a word. His gaze fell upon Numbuh 3, whom seemed in a state of crushed spirit and happiness. Numbuh 5 gazed at him, and he lowered his weapon. Turning on a heel, he made his way over to the Japanese girl, and sat down beside her.

Her head rose from her knees, her violet eyes glazed over in salt tears. His heart snapped in two at her sorrow, and as much as he wanted to comfort her, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He stared at a burnt patch before him, and neither spoke a word.

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A swing of a mechanical arm caused young Michael to dive behind a turned over couch. Mushi looked at him with an irritable gaze, before grabbing her crayon gun and going for an all out attack on the new foe. Michael knew it would do no good, but he just let her go. He saw that Fanny was trying to get a straight word from Numbuh 1 about his sister, and that made his blood boil. She took a dive and rolled as the arm swung back, just scraping the tip of her boots. She sat beside Michael, who seemed to want to explode that second.

"My sister, what's wrong with her?" He enquired with a slight hiss. Fanny looked at him for a moment, before looking away.

"Look, she's in a bad state, and we need to get to the enemy base they're in before something happens to her. Though we can't do anything until these two creeps leave."

"Why didn't you tell me my sister was in trouble?" His voice rose, making Fanny wary of the younger operative.

"Because you would've lost your head in it all, and we need everyone we've got for this mission." She said sternly, trying to put him back in line.

Michael went to retort, but stopped as both felt the couch being swept away with ease. Both sat with their backs turned, and looked at each other in panic. Fanny heard something swinging towards her, and grabbed Michael as she leapt out of striking range. Michael looked at his superior as she turned to fire her M.U.S.K.E.T at the head of the couch machine. Though her aim was quite off, and instead made mere mustard stains upon the couch. And even though it seemed pointless to the kids, Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb despised it greatly.

"Oh, now look what you've done. This will not do Mr. Fibb."

"No it won't Mr. Wink."

"I think its time to crush this pesky girl and take the young ones, don't you think Mr. Fibb?"

"Indeed Mr. Wink"

They reared up the mechanical hands for a final attack, when a beeping sound was set off. The two villains relaxed their machine, and left without a word. Fanny sat up and looked in confusion.

"Ok? That was weird." She got up and looked around to inspect the damage. "Ooh daddy's gonna kill me now."

"I'm sure he'll understand the circumstances if you try to convince him hard enough." Michael added. "After all, you are known to be a huge drama queen."

Fanny glared at him while throwing daggers with her eyes. "We'd better go or your sister may not be around for much longer."

Fanny made everyone go, and went to leave when Tommy grabbed her arm. She turned around to rant at him, but the sentence he said seemed to make her almost smile, though she caught herself because of the fact it was a boy who said it.

"I don't think you're a drama queen. I think you're really cool and in control. So does Hoagie."