I wanted to offer a short but happier alternative to the last one-shot, and since I didn't see Jimmy getting turned down given his natural genius, I decided to make it so they both received acceptance letters this time around!

I'm also aware that this fandom seems effectively dead, at least in terms of fan-fiction, so this may seem pointless. But I'm determined to continue writing about my favorite pair because I enjoy it and I believe that writing fan-fiction really does help me practice writing in a medium other than poetry!

That being said, I'd like to thank the meager few who have been reading my work and others' work on the JN section of this website. It really helps keep the love for the show alive when people take interest in fan work for the show years after its finale!

"Dear Mr. James Isaac Neutron,

I am delighted to inform you that the Committee on Admissions and Financial Aid has voted to offer you a place in the Harvard class of…"

"Dear Ms. Cynthia Aurora Vortex,

I am delighted to inform you that the Committee on Admissions and Financial Aid has voted to offer you a place in the Harvard class of…"

A triumphant scream pierced the walls of the lab. "Neutron, I got in!" Cindy's bright green eyes lit up with a wild sort of joy. She grabbed ahold of him and kissed him on the lips with unmatched fervor. He picked her up and spun her around and they started to laugh together as she landed on her feet.

"I can't believe it!" She squealed, "We did it!"

"No, Cindy, you did it."

She beamed up at him with an inimitable sort of joy. Receiving verbal affirmation of her accomplishments filled Cindy with a rare sort of pleasure. There were so few people who were willing to let her be her own person, so few people willing to let her claim her achievements as her own.

It was ironic then, that the only person who fully encouraged her headstrong spirit and aggressively competitive nature was her academic rival—Jimmy Neutron. Of course, he was much more than just a rival now…but he'd certainly had a hand in boosting her self-esteem and sense of security.

What she loved most about him in this moment was his willingness to let her slip onto the center stage despite the fact this was his moment too. He understood that this was far greater an accomplishment for her than it was for him—this wasn't to say he hadn't worked for his acceptance. But perhaps it said something to the fact he was guaranteed to succeed if only he applied his natural genius. Cindy, on the other hand, while talented and incredibly hard working, had not had an IQ of two hundred and ten to fall back on. Her victory had come entirely out of a carefully honed work ethic, years of backbreaking work in a number of disciplines, and constant pressure from her parents. Cindy's victory, quite simply put, wasn't always inevitable, where Neutron's (save for any emotional victories) was predictable and in most cases, expected.

She imagined that to take its toll on him as well—it couldn't be easy to live your life defined by a number that relinquished your right to be wrong or your right to not know something. It couldn't be easy to constantly have to try and outdo yourself.

All she knew, when it came down to it, was that they were destined for great things. Apart, they were powerful, but together, they were unstoppable; their passion and pride was unparalleled. They were fated to pull the stars from the sky and sew them into a story of fire and fierceness.