Author's Note: All right, I can't sleep. And somehow Choktober fest managed to get ahead of this, so….ve update! (…oh, darn it, I think I'm in Heinrich mode right now…hopefully I don't get his accent screwed up with Fanny's. Please hurt me if I do.). Another case of fearing that I went OOC with this one..I really hope I didn't, but…ugh, just tell me if I did.

All right…calm down. It WAS Wally's voice on the tape, not Hoagie's, Fanny had actually managed to rationalize the situation. For a moment. No…that short dolt is friends with Hoagie…he'd know the motives, too…Fanny glanced at the mirror above her bed, looking at herself in her Teen Ninja uniform.

At that moment, she made her choice. She knew what she had to do.

"Stupid Patton…" Hoagie muttered, walking down the street with his hands in his pockets, kicking a pinecone a little ways ahead. It calmed him down a little, but not enough. He was still in a fine rage. "He doesn't know her…she's changed. She HAS," Hoagie said insistently, talking to some imagined companion. He felt guilty for punching Patton, even though he still believed the boy had brought it upon himself.

He hadn't paid attention to where he was going. His feet had somehow known to take him to Fanny's house, though. He went up to the door and knocked, staring down at the concrete. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Boss answered the door.

His eyes immediately narrowed, and he used the hand that was holding his cigar to point at Hoagie. "YOU! What are YOU doing here?" He demanded, crossing his arms.

"DADDY!" Fanny's voice came out in a shriek. "Leave him alone..I need tah talk tah him about something."

"Aww…but Fannypants…" Mr. Boss's voice was just a notch away from being whiny, but he seemed to stop when he noticed Fanny's outfit. "Aww…you do your old man proud, carrying on the family traditions like that. I'll leave you two alone…" With that, he walked off.

But what had gotten her father to leave them alone was making Hoagie nervous. The sleek steel combined with the purple body suit had become a sign of danger for him, and seeing Fanny in it was making him feel very scared. "Fanny…I'm sorry they found us today. I completely forgot about the trackers…"

"Who placed it on me?" She asked quietly. Hoagie said nothing. "Who placed it on me?!" She demanded, her voice louder now. Hoagie looked away. "…You did it. When?"

"That night I was in your bedroom…" Hoagie paused for a moment, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No…no, I don't want yah tah leave…" she grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs, into her bedroom. Hoagie was unsure of what was going on. She shut the door behind them, adjusting a small bust of someone he did not recognize, so that it was facing them. He didn't question her movements. "The weakness to Grandfather's powers is …it requires tapioca." She sighed, and kicked her dresser.

She's acting funny, Hoagie noted. He glanced around her room as he tried to figure out what was going on with Fanny. "Fanny, are you feeling all right? And…why are you dressed like that?"

"I have a meetin' tonight…" she said softly, slipping down to the floor. "Hoagie, what's goin' tah happen?"

"With what? The Teens Next Door? You don't have to stay with the bad side. Not since you gave us the information about the weakness of the power that you guys got through Grandfather --"

"Hoagie, yer such an idiot sometimes…" she said softly, resting her head on her knees, looking away from him. Hoagie should have been used to the insult from her by now…but it hurt now. The way she said it without anger. Just with some sort of disappointment.

What's she playing at? Hoagie asked himself. "Fanny, are you really going to act this way? …You're going to fight on the side of evil, instead of good?"

Fanny looked towards her dresser. "Yea…Yea I am," she said firmly, "Get yer ass out of my house…" Her voice was a rattlesnake's warning. Hoagie backed away for a moment, before gaining back his daring.

"God, Fanny…why the hell do I keep sticking up for you if you're just going to do that? I thought you might like me enough to stop being so selfish….but hell, what more can I expect from some spoiled little daddy's girl who never had to deal with a real problem in her life? Guess what - Daddy's money's not going to help you get a friend. Because you just lost the only one you had," He said, walking out of the room.

"Mission complete," she said flatly, looking at the bust of Shakespeare on her dresser. She had been trying to warn him. She had figured that maybe…maybe she could help the Kids and Teens Next Door by making it obvious she was feeding them false information…get Hoagie to realize the truth so that he would know that she was on their side.

I wanted to go back on their side…She had decided not to believe Cree. But now, she really did want to crush Hoagie. She had made it as obvious as she could….she would not admit to herself that she was being rather vague. He's supposed tah be a genius…couldn't even figure this out…

She sighed, going to the window to watch Hoagie walk away. Tonight, Hoagie…we're attacking tonight. For a brief moment, she entertained the thought of trying to save him, but the memory of him calling her spoiled came back and slapped her. No..his mind is made up about me. I'd hate to prove him wrong…