Sorry this took a while guys, I was swamped with coursework last week :S also sorry this is quite short, I'll have a longer one next time, promise :)

AppleDuck: Thank you :), you'll just have to wait and see ;).

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The lights flicked on, illuminating the every crevice of the ageing room. No one had been here for years, apart from Nigel. His parents had left in the same week that he had joined the Galactic Kids Next Door. Rubbing his forehead and sighing deeply, he rested himself down on the somewhat dusty couch, cleaning was out of his comfort zone so the place was left as it was. Today had been very draining and Nigel wasn't sure his emotions could take much more. He didn't know what was worse, the the fact that none of his friends could remember him, or that they had all suffered so much after his leaving. Maybe it was a good thing that they had been decommissioned, that way he couldn't hurt them any more. A part of him ached inside when he thought of Wally and Kuki. They had once been so tight, Nigel presumed they'd end up together in the end, despite the taking of their memories. He was glad though that through everything Abby and Hoagie had found each other, even if he would have never have seen that coming. Opposites attract, he smiled, flicking through the channels for something to watch. Seeing Numbuh's 362, 86 and 60 had cheered him up at least, it was nice to be remembered by someone. A sharp ringing made Nigel leap to his feet in panic, he scolded himself once he realised it was just the phone. "Hello?" He answered.

"Numbuh 1? It's Numbuh 274." The voice of Chad Dickson replied, coolly.

"Hello sir, I thought you'd contact me through a transmision." Nigel chuckled, settling himself back down onto the sofa.

He hear Chad give a small laugh, "I tried to, but you're not in the Treehouse."

"Good point, sir." He blushed, glad his commander had contacted him this way, so he couldn't see his embarrassment. "I'm guessing you're calling about my Sector situation?"

"Correct, as always, Numbuh 1." Chad chuckled lowly, he sighed and tapped his fingers on what sounded like a keyboard. "I'll get straight to the point, we've been thinking this through for a few months and I see no problem with you getting your old team back." Nigel's mouth dropped open to a small 'o' shape. Chad's words twirled around inside his head, reminding him of Kuki's dancing. "Numbuh 1?"

"Err, yes sir?"

"Unfortunately we can't recommission them, so the only way to get them back would be to tell them." Chad sighed, clicking away on a mouse.

Nigel bit his lip, "I don't think it would be that simple, sir." He said honestly, his hopes dropping down into the pit of his stomach.

"Nigel, nothing's simple. If you really want them back you'll find a way. I've got to go, this thing doesn't run it's self." The line when dead and Nigel clicked the phone back into its holster. How was he supposed to explain to four teenagers that barely know his name, that they were once part of an intergalactic organisation set on bringing justice and rights to kids. Nigel groaned, making his way up to his room where he threw himself onto his bed, pushing his drained face deep into the goose feather pillow and gently drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Nigel woke up late and pretty much had to run to school, his eyes still misty with sleep. When he eventually made it to school he was ten minutes late for first period. "Nice of you to join us this morning Mr Uno," The old, ageing woman clicked her tongue at him, tapping her foot rapidly on the thin carpet. "Well what are you waiting for? Sit down." Nigel quickly obliged, taking the only available seat next to Abby. She turned her head a little when he sat down, then looked back to the front of the classroom, pen in hand. Her book was already full of notes, neat twirling handwriting filled the page elegantly. "Now is everyone clear on this weeks project?" Mrs Tibson shot a glare over to Nigel. "Apart from those of us whom were late." She popped the 't' sound, then smiled and went to sit at her desk. Nigel looked around the room, confusion clear on his face.

A quiet laughter from beside him caught his attention, "Abby'll explain it to you." His old friend smiled, rolling her eyes. "Just don't be late next time, 'kay?" Nigel nodded while Abby explained the project. For the next week we were to work on analysing our choice of play by William Shakespeare with a partner. Nigel looked around the room again, he didn't recognise anyone in here. "Don't worry kid, you can work with Abby if you want."

"Thanks." He smiled sheepishly. Then a thought struck him, if Nigel could get her alone, maybe he'd have a better chance of explaining their past to her. "Erm, my house or yours?"

Abby smiled, "Mine, we've got ice cream." Nigel chuckled, of course. Abby had always loved her ice cream.

After the rather unproductive lesson on Nigel's part, he made his way down to science where he found Rachel and Patton waiting for him outside the classroom door, eager looks on their faces. Rachel clearly couldn't wait the brief seconds for him to walk down the corridor, because she made a short run towards him, grabbing his sleeve and hurrying him over to where Patton was still stood. "I heard Numbuh 274 contacted you last night. Or called you. Seriously Nigel that's really unprofessional." She laughed, pushing the classroom door open. "So, what did he say?"

Nigel explained the conversation he had had with Chad the night before and watched as his superiors mouths hung open, in a clear 'o' shape. Patton was the first to speak. "That's awesome." He grinned, then frowned as the teacher removed his phone from his hand.

"No," Rachel sighed. "That's not awesome."

"How come?" Nigel asked, his forehead creasing.

Rachel placed her cheek in her hand, her cool, minty breath washed over Nigel's face and for a moment, though he wasn't sure why, he was entranced. "Well," She said quietly. "If someone who you barely knew came up to you, and told you that you were once part of a huge child run organisation to protect the welfare of kids against adult tyranny, but you couldn't remember any of it because you had your memory wiped when you turned thirteen, how would you react?" The boys faces were blank. "You'd report them."

Nigel was still frozen, then he smiled and rolled his eyes. "Seriously Rachel, you've got one hell of an imagination."

"Yeah, what's so unbelievable about that?" Patton laughed.

Rachel groaned and lay her head on the desk. "Boys." She muttered.