Chapter Three- leave a review :)

The next day, Nigel met at Wally's house, because Wally insisted that it was simply too risky to have dancing lessons so close to Sector V's headquarters. So far, their plan was still a secret and was to be kept a secret. The last thing Wally wanted was to be the laughing stock of their friends.

At two o'clock sharp in the afternoon, Nigel showed up at the front door of the Beatle household. Rather nervously, Wally opened the door.

"Numbuh 4, according to Global Command, this is a meeting about combat tactics and strategies," reminded Nigel, enunciating the words. "So hurry up and let me in."

"Right. Combat tactics. Strategies. Fighting stuff," Wally muttered, trying to convince himself. He ushered Nigel inside. "Hey, my mum baked cookies. You want some?"

"Cookies? Yeah."

"There's lemonade too."

"Sure, whatever."

"Oh, and I also just got the new Yipper flying game, so if you want, we can play-"

"Numbuh 4," Nigel interrupted, "stop trying to distract yourself from the situation at hand."

"Right."

Fifteen minutes later, everything was set up. The CD player in the corner was on standby, the furniture had all been moved to the sides, the curtains were drawn (so that there would be no chance of anybody seeing the proceeding events), and Wally's family had finally left the house to go to the zoo, so the two boys were left alone to do whatever they pleased.

Nigel stood at the front of the room, leaning against the arm of the sofa. He bit back a laugh as he observed his student. The blond boy was cursing and muttering to himself, holding a mop at arm's length. Nigel sure as heck wasn't about to dance with the rookie, and so since there was nobody else to use, the solution had been the polka-dotted mop.

"Cruddy mop. Stupid, cruddy dancing lesso-"

"Shut up already, will you?" interrupted Nigel.

"Right."

"Now, hold the mop with both hands. Yeah, like tha- no! It's not a bazooka, Numbuh 4, it's supposed to be a girl! Yes, that's better. And stop swearing." Nigel turned away from his spitting and very red friend, and walked towards the CD player, pressing the 'play' button. "Okay. We're going to start with a basic waltz. Lesson number 1. Waltzes are in 3/4 time, which simply mean that there are three beats."

"Three beats," repeated Wally, as if this were some sort of foreign language. "Right." He counted on his finger. "1, Q, ."

"What? No, three. One, two, three."

"1. 2… Q?"

"Bugger. Okay, think of it this way. I'm first, because I'm Numbuh 1. Who's after me? Numbuh 2. And then it's?" he prompted.

"Numbuh 3 of course."

"Well there you go. Nigel, Hoagie, Kuki."

"One two three."

"Congratulations. Now say it in time to the music along with me. One two three, one two three, one two three…"

"One two q, I mean, three. One two three. One… two? Yeah, three." By this time Wally was completely out of sync, and Nigel was glaring at him, arms folded across his chest. He switched off the music. Wally sheepishly apologized. "Sorry mate. I'm not too good at counting. I'll try harder."

"Don't try," Nigel replied harshly. Wally's eyes widened in surprise. "Do." He cast one last stern glance at his friend, and turned the music back on. "Count. One two three, one two three…"

"One two three, one two three, one two three…" Wally murmured, concentrating hard, still slightly shaken and a tad bit embarrassed.

"Now," Nigel said over Wally's murmuring once he got the hang of it, "Follow my steps, mirror image." Nigel lightly stepped to the left, then one foot forward, to the right, one foot backward, all the while counting the beats. Wally observed, entranced, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Dancing was hard. He often tripped over his own feet, but now that he had gotten the basic idea, Nigel was more encouraging. After an hour of relentless practice, much to Wally's relief, the music was switched off. Wally collapsed onto the floor, mop and all.

"Whew. Training is easier than this!" he exclaimed, boxing the air half-heartedly.

"Dancing in its own way is a form of training, Numbuh 4. You have to exercise poise, elegance, and above all, control." He raised an eyebrow. "Especially when that mop will be replaced by Numbuh 3." Wally suddenly flushed a dark red. "Anyways, you're still sloppy, but it's much better. We have a big mission tomorrow, so get some rest. We'll have another lesson the day after, when everyone else is at the beach." Wally protested at this, but was silenced when his leader shot him a steely glare. "I'll see you at the treehouse, Numbuh 4. Good work today."

That evening, buttoned up in his orange onesie, Wally dreamed of dancing with a girl in a green dress.

Hope you liked it :) There will be more 3/4 action coming soon~ leave a review.

-happynomnom