I'm back again, with the chapter six and everything… yay! So… here y' go. Oh, and I've been thinking about starting another fanfic… and the idea is like sooooooo cliché. I have my idea and characters, but I still need to give the storyline and events structure and my planning is still in progress. So, yeah. Just thought I'd inform you about that to get you all un-psyched and stuff. Yay. I wonder if I should do a Wally-journal-diary thing, too… I thought of a good opening chapter for that… I dunno. Tell meh what you think, peeps.

One last thing: I've noticed that the words in my chapters are decreasing, so this MIGHT be rather long. I'm not sure. I hope I'm not getting writer's block…. Well, if I do, someone needs to remind me to hug a MUFFIN. They cure everything. Uhh… yeah… here y' go.

I do not own Codename: Kids Next Door.

Chapter Six: Recovering

"Ugghh..." Wally groaned first thing in the morning. He looked down at his right arm, which was hidden by a heavy white cast from his elbow to his hand. It was blank and clean for now, but it made his arm feel rather suffocated. Rolling up his sleeve was also more comfortable, so he preferred to wear his hoodie that way. Since he just woke up, his orange feety pajamas were still on.

But he changed at once, because he'd rather go visit his friends than stay at home. Mrs. Beatles freaked out when she had to take Wally to the hospital. So being around his mother made him feel a little edgy, incase she wanted to go off on his sorry ass like that again. Usually, when Numbuh Four was scolded by his parents he didn't care and ignored it because it happened so frequently. And they're busy people, so they barely keep track of his whereabouts. But Mrs. Beatles was furious with Wally, mostly worried, but that only added to the fire.

Apparently, Numbuh Four was home alone, he could tell because he couldn't hear his baby brother crying or his mother speaking. Of course his dad wasn't home, because of all the work he had. Numbuh Four just left the house and walked down to the tree house.

Once there, he entered a room to find a casual scene. His teammates seated on the large couch, watching cartoons. They all turned around at once because of something happened outside the TV's audio.

"Oh my gosh! Numbuh Four, I'm so sorry! Oh man, I can't believe this, I seriously messed up. What happened when you left, are you alright? I seriously owe you; I'm such a loser… Could you every forgive me?" Hoagie blurted out first thing.

"Calm down, mate, I'm fine… I'm going to need a cast for the next few weeks… but… I guess I could forgive you." Wally said.

"Wait a minute!" Hoagie cried. "I have to give you something. Be right back," and with that, Numbuh Two scurried out of the room. It felt as though Wally's new injury was his entire fault, and was extremely glad that he forgave him.

"Numbuh Four," Numbuh One began immediately, before Numbuh Three could give a greeting of her own. His tone was strict and bold as a leader's should be. "As you already experienced, with a physical injury you are suspended from any missions until you heal. I'll contact moon base and report that to them, but please don't do anything else stupid, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever" said Numbuh Four, taking Nigel's previous seat between Abby and Kuki.

"What happened?" Kuki gasped.

"Numbuh Three, Numbuh Two was just in here and he wouldn't shut up about the whole thing!" Abby said before Wally could speak, slapping her forehead.

"I didn't hear anything about it… Oh, commercial's over!" Numbuh Three exclaimed, then turning her attention to the TV again.

Then, Hoagie burst through the door, panting heavily, with a slip of plastic in his hand. After Hoagie held it up between his index and middle finger, Wally recognized that object immediately. It was something so grand that it made him fall on the floor from the couch in awe. He stood up and gawked at it, not caring whether he was drooling or not.

"Th-tha…dude…… th-th-th…" Wally couldn't even speak! This was such a shock that he couldn't control his nerves.

"Yeah. Just…just take it!" Hoagie managed to say, curling his wrist on his forehead dramatically. Unexpectedly, Wally began laughing, and again was on the floor.

"…What?" Numbuh Two said. Now the girls were paying attention to the scene.

"You're kidding me! That thing cost like, infinity-plus-'L' dollar-coins! You can't be serious!" Numbuh Four shrieked, half with excitement, the rest disbelief.

"No, I'm serious. Take it as an apology…."

Before he could say another word or sob over the loss, Wally snatched it right out of Hoagie's grip. At first, just holding it gave Numbuh Four a little 'ZAP!', but maybe that was just his imagination.

There have been so many theories about this card that some people were almost ready to believe the card didn't even exist! Yes, a card. Not just any card, but one part of the Yipper trading card series! There were billions of them, it seemed, but this was the latest, the most powerful, and valuable enough for Wally even had to pinch himself to know he wasn't in a sweet, sweet dream.

And it's in his clutches all because of that dare. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to do after all. Oh, but there are many more wonderful things to come for Wallabee Beatles…

After a few more seconds of Wally gazing at the card and all of its stats and information, his head shot up and he stared right at Hoagie.

"Hoagie Pennywhistle Gilligan Junior,"" Wally slapped his hands down on Numbuh Two's shoulders and gripped them, "YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND A TEN YEAR OLD BOY COULD EVER HAVE!"

Then Numbuh Four pranced out of the room, shouting with glee as if he were some giddy little school girl who was just asked to the dance by her crush. Incase you didn't know, that is a rare sight from Numbuh Four, who is commonly seen trudging around the tree house or with his chest held high like a fearless soldier.

All day Kuki had been accompanying Wally, acting as a nurse and doing things such as fix him meals, fluff his pillows if he were lying down, and fetch the television remote for him.

Now they were, in fact, sitting on a big, cushiony sofa facing the TV. Of course, cartoons were always entertaining, but Numbuh Three was distracted. Wally dared to glance out the corner of his eye to see what she was looking at. To his surprise, it was him. Then when he looked again, still keeping his head toward the television screen, he could see that she was specifically looking at the cast.

"What?" he snapped, turning his head.

"Can I sign your cast?"

Wally paused, and then figured that there was no reason to reject.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't draw any cruddy flowehs on it or nothin'."

"Okay!" and with that, she went and fetched a marker. When she returned, she hopped up onto the couch, scooted closer to Numbuh Four, and began to sign her name. As she wrote, a line of rosy pink appeared in Numbuh Four's cheeks, just because she was next to him. Then came the oh-so familiar half-bewildered, half-in-thought look on his face. He still doesn't have the slightest clue why it happens, and if that didn't annoy him more than having his orange hood yanked over his head, he didn't know what was. It felt like he was incapable of ever finding out the cause of the stomach-plunging effect that he gets around Numbuh Three. And he was far too uneasy with asking anyone about it, so he just relied on learning by himself. Until he did unsolve the mystery, his feelings would be all bottled up inside the high-tech safety vault in the back of his mind.

"Done!" she said, snapping him from his trance. No, he wasn't thinking, because he was too confused to think, but instead was breathing in the scent of her hair. Yes…her hair. It had such a sublime aroma, that he actually felt as though he could have fainted right on the spot. It was kind of fruity, but really sweet, like the way sugar tasted, but Wally didn't guess that it was probably just her shampoo. Once he realized what in blaze's he was doing, he blinked and put on a grumpy face, crossing his arms and raising his shoulders. That was to cover up that he even thought something smelled nice, which was way too unlike his character.

"I'm gonna go get a snack. Do you want anything?" Numbuh Three said.

"Yeah, could you get me some pizza?"

"Sure!" so she made her way to the kitchen. Wally didn't think it unusual that she was being especially nice to him just because he broke his arm; it wasn't like he minded having her attention.

Once Numbuh Three left, Wally lay on his left side, changed the channel to something involving sports, and immediately examined his cast. His heart leapt when he saw her name signed with a little heart dotting the 'i'. That was cute, and he wondered if she did that on purpose. Then, he realized what he was doing, thinking something was cute, and scoffed before turning to the TV.

Then came Monday. Oh, the dread that is Monday. Why is Monday the most disliked day of the week? Well, because it ends the weekend for school, which it just so happens that most kids don't enjoy this prison including that thing called "learning" and those other things called "teachers" and worst of all, "intelligence". Among them, is Numbuh Four, who had just taken his very first step off of the bus for the day.

"Cruddy school, with the cruddy books, and the cruddy pencils and—"

"HE'S HERE!"

"Huh?" Wally's head shot up to the following sound of stampeding children, growing louder and louder as they approached their target—him.

People were crowding around Wally in the same way they do when he's in a fist fight. They were all talking at once; the school newspaper reporters were there; the new principal assistant; kids were bugging him to sign his cast just as they do when cheering, "Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!" until the riot ends; the entire scene was noisy and full of commotion.

Now, when people talked about Numbuh Four as though he weren't there, it really bothered him. Itched him. Then, when people are complimenting him on how cool his Friday stunt was, it didn't annoy him. He enjoyed all of this attention as much as a bear does honey. It's just another thing about Wallabee Beatles…

By the time Wally actually got in the building, the bell rung, telling him that he was late. He didn't care for school, so he didn't rush to class. Instead, he looked at the cast, which was now crammed with signatures in all different colored ink. During his entrance to school, he also explained to the school news reporter why he catapulted himself through a field goal and how everyone's reactions were. He wondered how everyone found out about it, and ended up guessing that Not a bad event to start the day, he thought smugly.

Next, he made it to the classroom, where Mrs. Thompson scolded him for being late. Then, she stepped into the hall to talk to another of the school's administrators, expecting her class to behave with no one watching them. Of course, they all gathered around Numbuh Four's desk, all begging to sign his cast. All, that is, except Numbuh Five, who was watching with her red cap shielding her eyes and that slick smile.

Once lunch came around, even more people came by Wally to sign his cast. As the day progressed, he could tell that his confidence and self-esteem was inching higher and higher because of all the popularity. He also probably explained his story about what felt one-hundred times. Did it bother him? No. Quite the opposite, if it could be stressed any further.

Then, the end of the day finally came, and Numbuh Four was for once satisfied instead of overly-eager. By this point, Wally's cast was crammed with signatures.

Later that afternoon, Wally was laying on one of the couches in the tree house, in front of one of the TV screens, with one bag of potato chips sitting on his stomach, opened facing him, and his un-injured arm tucked behind his head.

Wrestling was on, much to his liking. He praised the screen for how cool he thought all of the guys completely beating the energy out of each other (especially when bashing the other with a metal fold-up chair) was. Numbuh Four wanted to be either that when he grew up, or a super hero. He'll decide when he grows up, he always says to himself.

Hours passed, and soon Wally fell asleep. Chips lay askew around him, and drool was trickling down his left cheek, the one facing the TV. His left arm was dangling off the couch's side, and his right arm was cradled to his chest. The whole room was dark, illuminated with blue, the source of light being the television screen which was still on the sports channel.

Suddenly, there was a thud that echoed inside of Wally's head, bringing him to wake up halfway. Again , the same noise was heard, almost pulling Numbuh Four from his sub-conscience. The third time the thud was heard, Wally's eyelids gradually parted, and the fourth noise woke him up completely.

"What was that?" he muttered to himself, his voice broken since, unknown, it was 2:36 in the morning. Tiredness still stung in those charming green eyes of his, even though he tried to rub it away. The thud came for a fifth time, seemingly louder and closer, or maybe just seeming that way because now Numbuh Four was awake.

By instinct, and being a member of the Kids Next Door, Wally accused the movements to be an intruder. In that case, he prepared himself for attack. Slowly, he tiptoed towards the door the go out into the hallway, managing to keep his cast from causing him trouble. Though, Numbuh Four already had upper body strength, the cast gave him no problem.

Slowly, he extended his left hand and put a firm grip on the doorknob, and hesitated to open it. He thought of a way to attack this trespasser immediately, and swung the door open. Before he knew it, Wally tackled the air and fell to the ground. For a second, he lay on his stomach confused, because the floor was shifting around under him. Was he dreaming?

Once he looked down, though, he discovered why the floor was also fuzzy and warm too. Under him were the sea of hamsters, which he rolled his eyes at the cuteness of them all.

"Ugghh… stupid cruddy hamsters waking me the crud up…" Wally groaned, as the hamsters scurried out from under him and encircled him instead.

"You guys better not be stealing my soda again" Wally's eyes narrowed as he scanned every adorable rodent from his kneeling position. One of them stepped foreword towards Numbuh Four, and presented a marker just as tall as the hamster itself. Wally scratched his head, then understood.

"Oh!" he chirped, brightening up, "you guys just wanna sign my cast!" At that, the hamsters all began squeaking at once, and the hamster with the marker signed the bottom of the cast in words of, "The Hamsters". Then, the all stampeded away, leaving Wally by himself. Even the hamsters knew about Wally's stunt!

Just as they left, the other four team members busted into the almost empty hallway.

"TEAM—BATTLE STA--…--tions?" Numbuh One began, then with his brow arching in confusion. "Numbuh Four, what was all the commotion?"

"The hamsters just wanted to sign my cast." Wally said, shrugging casually. Nigel scoffed. "False alarm…"

The rest of the team groaned as well, in complaining of how Numbuh One woke them up since he, just as Wally, thought there was an intruder in the tree house. The others trudged back down the hallways to their rooms, with Kuki bidding Wally a goodnight and him returning it.

Numbuh Four didn't realize that he had been previously sleeping on the couch instead of his room, and in clothes instead of his pajamas, but was too exhausted to go all the way across the tree house to his room and sleep properly. So, he returned to the room he came from, and continued eating chips and watching TV for another hour despite this was a school night.

Even the hamsters, who were his playful enemies, especially when stealing his stash of soda and candy, wanted to show Numbuh Four they didn't dislike him by signing his cast. Now he fell asleep thinking he was a pretty cool guy, what with all the attention. When you're Numbuh Four, attention is never a bad thing.

Yeah, that was all short. The next one will be as long as the first or second, and I promise it will definitely surpass the fourth. I just wanted to update quickly so you all didn't think I died. xDDD