"Good morning, citizens of Townsville."
A seasoned, familiar news anchor had his elbows folded over the table in front of him. The years added a few lines on his face, his tame brown hair slightly graying into a distinguished silver. His voice boomed with urgency and clarity, still maintaining that staple in every Townsville household everyone knew him for. Despite being old-fashioned, the white shirt, black tie, and pale blue coat never failed him. He maintained his serious look, speaking plainly on the matter.
"I'm Stanley Whitfield with the morning news," he began, adjusting his posture. "It seems that a new light has shined upon us here in the City of Townsville, as we've received several reports accounting for the sudden, almost miraculous reappearances of famous superheroes. Many presumed missing, or perhaps even departed, have emerged from hiding and coming to make their presence known and aid those in dire need."
The screen displayed the presence of a familiar man, smiling and waving towards the camera. Surrounding him on all sides were ecstatic fans eager to see him, lifting their hands and clawing to reach him. Despite his thin, withered body and fine lines on his face, he was back in the costume like before. It was well groomed, and taken care of like calling an old friend after a few years. His name was Val Hallen, and he was ready to bring rock back to the world one clash at a time.
"Many of Townsville's greats have reunited, making a sudden surprise reappearance and proud declaration to do good. Speaking of greats, the legendary Justice Friends have come together once more, led by none other than Major Glory himself! As of recently, our correspondent Linda has been allowed to speak with the hero who remains a beloved figure to many. We now go live with Linda at city hall," Whitfield continued, cueing the change. "Hello, Linda!"
The screen shifted to the bustling and recognizable street where a blonde-haired reporter with a bright white smile was front and center. Adjusting her hair with a hand and fixing her blue blazer, she held a comically large microphone in hand. "Hi, Stanley! This is Linda reporting from Townsville City Hall! Here I have beside me is none other than the great hero Major Glory himself!"
The camera panned slightly to reveal the bolstered, muscular man beside her, dressed in his iconic star-spangled, red, white, and blue suit. His chest puffed out, his chin held high, and his face beaming with purpose.
"Major Glory, it's been a while since we've seen the Justice Friends in action. What brought you and your comrades back together?" she asked politely with a wide smile, holding the microphone out to him.
The hero grinned broadly, striking a heroic pose. "Ah, my dear Linda, the Justice Friends were never truly gone–only waiting for the right moment to rise again! And now, we shall do everything within our power to ensure that the Justice Friends return to their full, righteous glory, courtesy of the Major Glory himself!"
He spoke with emphasis on his words, raising his fists into the air for added effect. The crowd behind him went wild, their excitement screaming through the microphone.
"And what sparked this sudden change of heart, Major?" Linda asked, humored by his antics. "Where did this renewed sense of duty come from?"
He lowered his fists, putting his hands on his hips. Major seemed somber yet reflective as he spoke, "Well, Linda, there comes a time in every super's life when they reflect on the past. The good old days of justice, camaraderie, and the pursuit of righteousness. I realized I missed those days, for the friends and allies I once stood beside. Now, with the ongoing war against the tyrannical Lord Fuse and his invading force, we are needed more than ever."
Major Glory paused, lowering his voice slightly yet spoke proudly. "From then, suddenly! Out of nowhere! A certain little bird (whose name I shall not reveal for the sake of his privacy) encouraged me to take up the mantle once more. Not only did he inspire me, but he also helped restore the very powers that make Major Glory, well, MAJOR GLORY! "
"A little bird, you say?" Linda switched her microphone back over. "It sounds like quite the story! Anything you'd like to say to this mysterious benefactor?"
The hero took the microphone, facing the camera fully. It centered on him as he spoke earnestly, "Young man, if you are watching now, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have reminded me what it means to be a hero. I owe this renewed spirit, this vigor, to you! The Justice Friends are back, and we will not rest until the world knows peace and justice once again!"
"There you have it, folks! Major Glory and the Justice Friends are back, and they're ready to take on any challenge that comes their way. Thank you, Major," Linda turned from him with a smile, shaking his hand. "Reporting live, this is Linda with the morning news! Back to you, Stanley."
The screen switched back to Stanley in the newsroom who gave a small, satisfied smile. "Thank you, Linda. It seems the winds of change are blowing strongly in our favor, as more rise from the ashes to take on the looming fusion threat. Stay tuned for more updates on this developing story. Up next, havoc at Dexlabs and the story of a young man who has made a fusion spawn.. his pet?"
Tetrax watched the news from the bridge of Mandark's Ship, hunched over the main table. He had a skeptical look, his arms crossed over his chest. As the segment ended, he leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting from the screen to the easy atmosphere of the ship.
"Sounds like they're finally catching up…"
The front doors to the bridge slid open, and in came Jack with an easy look. His robes had been replaced with a spare set on the ship, untouched and iron-pressed to look flawless. A hand was on the butt of his katana, another swaying back and forth while he calmly approached. He introduced himself by nodding to Tetrax, joining him at the table on a seat on the other side. "Good morning to you, Tetrax."
"Morning," the Petrosapien stiffly replied. "How are you fairing?"
The samurai placed his hands on the table, bowing his head. "After some rest, I am quite fine. Thank you for asking."
"I would like to request an update on the control center team, for the logs," Tetrax said. His hand reached out for the holographic table and immediately opened a file, dragging a digital keyboard to his side.
"The mission was a success; the loss of the control center for Fuse's forces has left them disoriented. We have suffered only one casualty, but thankfully no losses," Samurai Jack cordially explained, contemplating the most recent fight.
The alien's fingers moved rapidly but stopped. He squinted down at the keyboard, increased the sizes of each key, and then got back to work. As he started the report he commented, "Only one casualty. A narrow margin, considering the scale of the operation. Were it not for the other two who were recruited last minute, we could have lost more."
Jack nodded his head, sighing. "Indeed. I am proud to have worked with everyone I accompanied; their coordination, despite the issues, was impeccable. I believe there may have been no other way."
"The control center's destruction will give us more time to prepare. I suspect that Fuse will get involved," Tetrax finished making his notes, leaning back. He lifted his head to look at Jack, facing him. "I hope you're ready."
Jack remained calm, completing his thoughts. "They may retaliate soon. If I recall my interaction with the leader from earlier, he spoke about the information they have gathered."
"Intel," the alien corrected. "It is intel, but yes. I have it."
He raised an eyebrow, "Have you been able to figure out what it was?"
"Not all of it," Tetrax replied. "What I have gathered is that Lord Fuse has been massing many fusions for some time. The closer we are to him, the more he somehow manages to throw at us. It feels like a tug-of-war."
"We have won the battle, but not the war," Jack understood clearly. "I will rest further, then be vigilant once I am needed. I must admit, my fusion was a difficult opponent."
Tetrax decided to switch topics while he was going on, moving further down the document. He asked lightly, "I have gathered a roster of those who have participated. Who was the casualty?"
"The young man," Jack answered. "The one with the suit."
The petrosapien leaned in, squinting his eyes. "Agent Arachnid. Number forty-nine dash twelve."
"He is a resilient one; the burden on his mind is great, though he has a strong spirit. He will need rest, which will take time."
Tetrax gave him a look. "And time is a luxury we are running short on."
"Should he be placed in the Darklands again," Jack began, folding his arms over. "I would like to have him under my command."
Tetrax grunted, not dismissively but thoughtfully. "I viewed the recording on his helmet, regarding what happened back there. I will allow it."
Samurai Jack blinked innocently, "May I ask what happened?"
"The soldier showed remarkable tenacity, yet his approach was.. unconventional," Tetrax straightened himself, shifting to a direct tone. "His tactics are a blend between precision and improvisation. There were moments when he acted methodically, which I was quite impressed by. Then, in others, he fought wild and recklessly. It can be found especially when he is protecting others."
Jack nodded thoughtfully. "He is very protective of the ones he cares about. That much, I noticed."
"Is he a soldier or one of those superheroes?" The petrosapien questioned loosely. "I do not tolerate heroes here."
The samurai grew contemplative, "I… cannot say for certain. He walks a line between both, it seems."
"That will be enough of that conversation unless he returns to our post," Tetrax dismissed, switching topics. "I've tallied the fusion monsters neutralized during the operation. I will need specifics on who went down."
Jack nodded, then spoke up. "My fusion was slain. One of Mandark was slain, and one of the agent was slain."
"You took down two fusion generals?" Tetrax questioned, his crystalline face shifting into shock. He paused his scribing to relish in the thought, adjusting himself in his seat. "I am impressed."
Jack's eyes narrowed slightly, taking pride in his work. He quickly humbled himself and replied, "Formidable opponents, each of them. It seems we have thinned their coordination considerably."
"Yes," the alien nodded along. "I underestimated the spare time we have to prepare. While it is likely the remaining fusion generals have noticed, we have more time to prepare for a retaliation."
Jack nodded. "What of the numbers? Have we disrupted the next horde?"
"Yes," Tetrax scrolled further down the list. "Accounting for our loosely estimated number of staff in the center, including their arriving reinforcements, the team has eliminated at least four hundred fusions."
The samurai nodded his head, making a mental note of the team's work today. It was a massive blow for the Darklands, likely which left Lord Fuse ticked. "I have given my share of the work, though I must say that I am grateful for bringing Buttercup and her student. The girl with powers was relentless."
"That is something you'll learn to discover about those girls," Tetrax raised a finger in agreement. "They are incredible at what they do."
Jack nodded.
After making the last few adjustments, Tetrax saved the document and switched back over to Jack fully. "The log is complete, for now. Will the team be departing the ship soon?"
"Ah, I will ask them," the samurai replied, getting up from his seat. "I will return momentarily."
With that, the petrosapien started on another topic with his holographic display. Tons of information was logged meticulously, which then was sent to the various bases across the world. "Let them know I send them my best regards."
He left Jack to his conversation, enjoying the time alone.
The briefing room on the ship kept its oddly serene atmosphere. The walls which still were an imposing metal, were complemented by the dim lighting in the floodlights. The members of Sector V were scattered around the large table, each exhausted yet comforted in their ways. Their battle gear was gone, just in familiar clothing by this point. They were relieved to have finally completed such an intense task like that, but they were ready if need be. They always knew that even if they thought the mission was over, there was always just a little bit more to do afterward.
Numbuh Five leaned back in her chair with her feet propped up on the table, a few newly wrapped bandages from pushing herself a little more than usual but otherwise fine.
Numbuh Four had his arms crossed, his typically strong pose replaced by deep, contemplative thought.
Numbuh Three sat quietly with her hands folded in her lap, a small look of relief as she darted between her teammates.
Numbuh Two was slouched forward, an elbow on the table and a hand on his rosy cheek. He was cradling his head like he was about to fall asleep any second.
Finally, Numbuh One stood at the head of the table. His hands were clasped behind his back, maintaining command with a hint of pride.
He cleared his throat to gather their attention, though it wasn't necessary. They were already focused on him.
"Thanks to your efforts, the mission was a success," he began, calm yet controlling. "Not only have we managed to infiltrate a highly secured fusion control center, but we have disrupted their operations, retrieved the time traveler's book, and sent them wallowing back to their slime pits. We're returning to Sector V here shortly not only to report our success but to also prepare for the next stage of this grand invasion."
Numbuh Five smirked, lifting her cap off and pulling a loose hair away from her head. "About time we get back home. Ain't nothin' like tellin' everyone we wiped the floor with them fusions."
"Yeah, I'm just glad we made it outta there," Four agreed, turning to look at his teammate. "They're gonna hit back hard, you know."
Three nodded back enthusiastically, though went back to being worried. "I can't wait to see everyone! But… Nigel, do you think we'll have to fight again soon?"
"There's a good chance we will," One sighed, growing serious. "We've weakened them, and that means we have more time to prepare when they come back. That means staying sharp, staying prepared, and keeping the sector on high alert."
Numbuh Two rubbed his eyes, chiming in with a tired grin. "That also means staying together. We have a little bit of downtime, right? Hey, at least we get to tell everyone we made it out with the big prize! Not too shabby."
"Not shabby at all, Hoagie. We accomplished something significant today," One grinned a little bit. "I think this calls for a small celebration."
Five snickered, raising an eyebrow. "Wait a minute, wait a minute–hold on. You? suggestin' a celebration? Did you head yo head back there or somethin'?"
"Yeah, since when do you approve of fun, Nigel? You feeling okay?" Two joined in, snickering.
One rolled his eyes, grinning a little bit. "No, I didn't, and yes I'm okay. Even I can see the value of a little morale boost! We pulled off a major victory, and the sector's been working hard. We all could use a little break."
Three clapped her hands together, jittering with excitement. "Oh, oh! We could have a little party in the treehouse! We can invite some of the other staff to join in!"
"Yeah, a party sounds great to me. It's been a while since I've done something besides playing football with the kids at Blackhead," Four slumped, sighing in relief.
Five chuckled, nudging his foot. "And yet somehow I heard you're still losin'."
"Hey!" he jumped up, his pride hurt. Four jammed a thumb in his chest. "Just because I lose doesn't mean I'm bad! I just… don't try! That's all!"
"Well, maybe we could do some sort of sports at the treehouse?" Numbuh Two suggested. "I know we aren't the only ones who could use a little morale, so maybe we could make it an entire sector thing!"
Five snapped her fingers, pointing a gun at him in response. "Now dat is a plan I can get behind. How 'bout you, Nigel? You gonna bring that serious face of yours, or are you gonna smile like you did on ya birthday?"
"Yes, yes I'll be there! Let's not get too carried away. Remember, this is still about keeping the team strong and serious. A bit of fun is good, but we should stay focused," Numbuh One reminded them politely.
"Ah, that's another thing, Nigel," Two chimed in. "You think we can invite Niles? He did help us out back there; probably deserves a break too."
One paused, suddenly realizing about that can of worms. "Maybe. He's been through a lot, and I don't think he's in a condition to be celebrating."
"I can ask him if you'd like," Two offered.
One held up a hand. "No need. There's another matter to discuss with some of the other higher-ups about his performance today. I don't mean to be brash about it, but in case you forgot, he was the sole reason we almost lost."
As they were musing over the idea, a quiet knock came from the door in the corner. They all turned to see a familiar figure strolling in. The room immediately felt his easy aura as he bowed his head respectfully.
"Pardon my intrusion. I came to speak with you on a couple of matters; if I am not mistaken, did one of you mention plans for a celebration?"
Three's eyes lit up. "Jack! Yes! You should come too! You can bring your sword and do tricks, or tell us stories!"
"If I had the time, I would be honored to attend. I am afraid I would not be much for games. I think I could provide some stories from my travels if that would be of interest," he offered in slight contemplation.
"Story time with the real-life samurai? That sounds so cool!" Two geeked out, smiling widely.
Numbuh One spoke up respectfully, "Thank you, Jack. You're more than welcome to join. We're planning a small celebration to lift our spirits after today."
"It is wise to find joy even in times of hardship. It strengthens the soul," Jack replied.
Five smirked at One, nudging at him playfully. "See, even Jack knows what's up. Lighten up, Nigel."
"Alright, alright. We all can use a little bit of lightening up, of course," he answered. "I'm going to take a trip to the medbay and check up on our friend. Numbuh Four, if you would please call a S.C.A.M.P.E.R. so we can depart."
Jack held up a hand. "No need. I will do it."
"Could I come with you?" Two asked. "I wanna see him myself, too."
One nodded, "Of course."
"I think Numbuh Five's gonna hang out on the deck for a little while and get some sun. This lack of sunlight's really killin' her vibe," she replied, getting up from her seat. "If we're done here."
Nigel adjusted his sunglasses, "I believe we are. Jack, were you speaking with Tetrax just now?"
"Yes," he replied simply. "I was helping him note our success, and he wishes you all well."
One cleared his throat, jamming sideways with a thumb. "May I speak with you in the hallway for just a moment? It's about that matter."
"Of course," Samurai Jack smiled.
One by one, the team got up from their chairs and pushed them in. Five scooped up her hat and fixed it on her head, giving the group a two-finger salute before heading out. Three and Four followed together shortly afterward, leaving the three of them alone. They all stepped out into the cool, dimly lit metal hallway. Their shoes echoed on the hard metal surface as they situated themselves up against the wall. The briefing room would be left alone, for now. As for the others, the plans for taking a moment to enjoy the little victories and celebrate with each other would be brewing outside.
"Samurai Jack," Numbuh One gave a serious look, extending a hand. "First of all, I would like to formally thank you for temporarily being a part of our team. Your work was flawless, and having you out there was one of my best decisions yet."
Jack, flattered, reached a hand out and took his. Slowly yet mechanically they shook on it. "Thank you. I am honored to work with such a well-coordinated band of warriors."
Two crossed his arms, smirking. "Well, I wouldn't call us that, but hey. Whatever works for you."
"Second, I would like to inform you that I will be sending a couple of groups of the Kids Next Door to reinforce this position in the Forsaken Valley. With the destruction of all outposts in the Darklands, we're at a disadvantage here. I'll be sure to send you some of the best and most dedicated we've got," One placing his hands behind his back, rubbing them nervously. Somehow, despite his cool demeanor, he couldn't help but feel pressured around Jack. "Are you alright with that?"
"Yes, I think it would be great to have them here," Jack encouraged, folding his hands through his sleeves with a smile. "Your strategy is sound. I welcome any reinforcements you deem necessary for the cause."
Two chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension they built up earlier. "Plus, it'll give us more friends to share stories with. Maybe we could even have a little KND training session with Jack. I bet they'd love that!"
"If it strengthens their resolve and skill, I would gladly participate," the samurai grinned, appreciating his camaraderie.
Numbuh One took a deep breath and continued, "After having Numbuh Two take my place, I'll also be retaking my position as the leader of Sector V. There's still a lot of work to do on the home front to prepare for the next wave of the invasion."
"I have seen many battles, and I know that the road ahead is long. Your leadership will be crucial in the days to come," Jack bowed his head, speaking sincerely.
One nodded firmly. "Indeed. Once I step back into my role, I'll be keeping a close eye on Mandark's Ship by maintaining frequent contact. We can't afford to lose any more ground here. I promise to keep you and your team updated on every movement, every piece of intel, and every plan Fuse can muster up."
Two leaned in, adding, "And who knows, maybe we can convince a certain someone in Sector V to lend us their sweet tech expertise to help keep this place up and running. Mandark's tech isn't exactly user-friendly, y'know?"
"We'll see about that, Numbuh Two," One smirked, catching onto his meaning.
Jack nodded in agreement, calmly determined. "Your diligence is admirable. I have faith we will see it through to the end."
The conversation settled into a comfortable pause, the weight of the situation still in the air. Even with a victory like this, there was no denying that many more would come ahead. Each step from now on would need to be cautious, and delicately taken care of.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit hall, the Powerpuff girl sat alone on a cool iron bench. Her posture was tense, one hand gripping the NanoComm tightly as if holding onto a lifeline. Her other hand held her phone pressed tightly against her ear. Both of her arms had been completely mummified, wrapped in bandages going down to nearly her elbows. Her hair had been brushed to look a little better, though was still greasy from the onslaught she had just survived. She had switched from her usual outfit into her casual one, her kicks flat on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm here," Buttercup said softly, sounding both frustrated and worried. She leaned back, her eyes staring blankly down as she listened to her sister on the other end. "No, he's still just.. stiff. The Mandroid here isn't sure what all it'll need and is thinking about transferring him somewhere better."
On the other end of the device, that familiar gentle but concerned voice of Blossom's spoke up. "Have they said anything else? I mean, about his condition?"
"Not much. They still have to figure out how to stabilize him with what they've got here," Buttercup replied, glancing down at the NanoComm. "He's not just beat up physically. It's like.. like this war is the only thing in his head and it just won't stop."
There was a pause on the other end before Blossom spoke again, her voice softening. "I knew this was going to be a problem. Listen, he's… been through a lot, Buttercup. More than most people could handle. I know you're worried, but we've got to trust that he can pull through this."
"Yeah, I know. But that doesn't make sitting around doing jack helpful. I'm used to doing something, not just… waiting," Buttercup's jaw clenched, tightening the grip on the NanoComm.
"And you are doing something. You're there for him; that counts more than you know," Blossom replied.
Buttercup nodded, even though she couldn't see it. She sighed heavily, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Yeah, you're right. I just... I've gotta tell you something, but I'll wait until we get back home."
"Oh, okay," Blossom spoke, her eyes darting as if searching for what she could possibly mean. "Let me know if anything changes, alright? I'll be right here."
She nodded, feeling her shoulders and muscles get heavy. "Yeah, sure. I just.. don't know how to handle this kinda deal. I'm used to hitting things, not hitting feelings."
"You could say that again," her sister chuckled lightly. "I know you're mad at him for getting beat up like that, but he's not doing it on purpose. He's had a lot on his mind the past couple of months, and I'm sure you included. It's not something you can just punch away; try to be a little patient with him. He needs someone who understands, or at least tries to."
Buttercup sighed, her frustration softening at her sister's wisdom. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just… hard seeing him like this, y'know?"
"I know," Blossom replied in a smooth tone. "But remember, he needs time, and he needs you to be strong for him. You're good at that."
After a small moment of silence, her sister decided to switch the conversation. "So, did you guys win? Were we right about the control center?"
Buttercup straightened up, some of her pride shining through. "Oh yeah we did. Wiped the floor with those slimy suckers. It was a mess, but we managed."
"Good," Blossom said, relieved. "Must've been quite the fight. How'd our student do?"
She hesitated for a moment, glancing towards the door beside her. "I don't know, to be honest. He was with Numbuh One, Two, and Five when it all went down. If I had to guess, he did pretty well. He's got a knack for getting into trouble and somehow making it out."
"That's all the more reason to go easy on him, you know? If he did his part, he deserves a little slack," Blossom chuckled softly.
The girl nodded, slightly grinning. It was hard, but she did it. "Thanks, Bloss. How's everything over there at the lab? You guys still picking up the pieces?"
"Yeah, it's been a mess," Blossom started, letting out a breath. She seemed a bit relieved to change the topic. "It'll probably take a few more days to get everything back up and running again. A lot of equipment got damaged during the attack, but those dexbots are fast."
Buttercup raised an eyebrow, idly fidgeting with the NanoComm as she relaxed. "What about Dexter and Mandark? Anything?"
"Yeah, actually," her sister chimed in. "They're both actually out of the hospital, just with a couple of new scars. Thanks to some purified fusion matter, their wounds healed pretty quickly. Still, they're taking it easy for now. Well, I guess as easy as those two ever do."
Buttercup chuckled, though an intriguing thought came at the mention of purified matter. "Yeah, I can't imagine either of them just sitting still. Bet Dexter's already planning some new contraption to keep the fusions out for good this time.
"More like five," her sister laughed. "And Mandark's not much better. He's been unusually cooperative since everything went down. I think getting hit close to home opened his eyes up a bit. The same goes for Dexter."
"Hmm," the green Powerpuff concluded. "I guess that works. Maybe they'll figure out a way to keep us from getting beat up like this in the future."
Blossom shrugged, "Hopefully, and hey, if you ever need anything, even if it's just to talk, you know where to find Bubbles and I."
"Yeah, I know," Buttercup replied quietly. "Thanks, Bloss. I'll catch you later, alright?"
"Of course. See ya soon, sis."
As she ended the call, the girl leaned back on the bench and looked up at the ceiling. Everything just fell down on her, but there was a little comfort in thinking about her sister's advice. There were all sorts of swirling thoughts in her head, though they could only go back to worry or anxiety.
This was a lot harder than she thought.
Coming from down the hall, she heard footsteps approaching. Her gaze immediately fixated on the three making their way over, making her shift in her seat.
"Hello, Buttercup," Numbuh One greeted with a formal nod, holding his hands tightly behind his back. "How are things currently?"
Samurai Jack followed beside him, bowing his head slightly. "Hello again."
Numbuh Two, however, offered a more relaxed and friendly approach. "Hey there! Hangin' in there?"
"Yeah… hangin' in there, I guess," Buttercup managed with a small smile, appreciating the lightness he brought to the group.
All three of them stood in front of her, mixed between both concern and respect. One moved closer, adjusting his sunglasses. "What about agent Arachnid? What is his condition?"
Buttercup sighed, rubbing softly on the back of her neck. "Same as before: quiet and tense. The Mandroid gave him something to calm him down, but he was still shaking. They say it'll take time, and I'm not exactly the best at waiting around."
"He is strong. He will need his time to recover, but he has a good heart. That strength will guide him back," Samurai Jack reassured.
Two chimed in, trying to keep the optimism at a high. "Yeah! And hey, we'll be here for you guys, too. If you ever need to vent or grab a bite to eat or whatever, I gotcha! I know this stuff ain't easy."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks, guys. Just… not used to feeling like this is all," Buttercup stiffed up, a little flattered by their approach.
"I have to admit, I'm quite surprised you care so much about him," One commented lightly.
Her eyes narrowed slightly at Nigel's comment, straightening up defensively. "What's that supposed to mean, huh? Just 'cause I'm worried doesn't mean anything."
"Woah, I didn't mean anything by it, Buttercup," he raised his hands in an innocent gesture, trying to defuse the shift. "It's just.. clear that you've been by his side a lot. That's all."
She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, somebody's gotta keep an eye on him. Besides, who else is gonna make sure he doesn't get killed trying to become a hero?"
Sensing the tension rising, Two chuckled awkwardly and tried to change the subject. "So, uh, why are we here again? Just checkin' in, right?"
Numbuh One nodded, changing to a business-like demeanor. "Yes. We wanted to check in on him. I also wanted to be upfront by saying that his performance during the battle needs to be reviewed if he's going to continue serving as a soldier for earth's forces. It's standard procedure, especially with the injuries he sustained during the operation."
"Reviewed? For what?" Buttercup spiked a little. "He nearly got himself killed out there covering you guys! Maybe he should just be discharged instead of going through stupid bureaucratic nonsense."
One looked taken aback, getting protective. "We're not trying to punish him, Buttercup. This isn't about that. We just need to make sure he's fit for duty. It's for his safety, above all else."
"You think dragging him through a process is gonna help? Clearly he isn't fit! I don't think he needs to be bugged about it at all; just give him something for his trouble and drop it."
The young leader huffed, crossing his arms. "We need his input first, and then a psychoanalysis."
Samurai Jack, sensing the tension in the room, stepped forward. With a calm voice, he reassured, "Friends, let us not allow our emotions to cloud our judgment. We are all concerned for his well-being; we must remember that we are all on the same side."
There was a pause of silence as everyone took a moment to breathe. Buttercup was still irritated by the audacity but bit back a retort. "Hmph."
"Of course," Numbuh One sighed, avoiding eye contact with the Powerpuff girl.
Two confidently agreed, "Yeah! What Jack said."
Before the conversation could continue, a stray Mandroid made its way down the hall approaching them. It drew their attention, its mechanical voice speaking up clearly, "Excuse me, but what are all of you doing here?"
"We're here to see the patient! Can we?" Numbuh Two asked politely.
Mandroid tilted its head to the side, scanning every one of them. "I do not mind, but I would be careful. Please try not to shout or make any sudden movements. He is hypersensitive and quite paranoid."
"I see," One took a deep breath, shoving his hands in his chest pockets. "We will remember this."
Buttercup got up from the bench, stretching her legs and taking a deep breath. Why did everything feel so nerve-wracking? She couldn't think of a time when it hit her this hard, making her struggle just a little bit.
"Thank you," Samurai Jack bowed to the Mandroid, moving for the door and allowing everyone to walk inside first.
The room was icy, its charcoal metal floor, walls, and ceiling creating an oppressive, almost claustrophobic place to be in. Dim lighting from the floodlight came above, humming silently that just barely illuminated the medbay. Sunlight broke through a narrow window, the beam of light stretching out across the floor. Outside, the waves of the Forsaken Valley brushed against the shore deafened.
A small observation window was on the wall next to a closed metal door, one where someone could watch in without disturbing anything. Nearby, a complimentary sofa sat against the wall in an off-putting blue that didn't match the room at all, meant for visitors who rarely came. The room felt more like a chilly prison rather than a place of healing.
Niles was a living corpse. He was alone in the single bed, only clothed in a simple patient gown. His tan skin felt more pale than ever compared to the thin, white sheets. His eyes were half-open and bloodshot, staring vacantly at the wall and sofa in front of him. He was branded by the fresh scars he caught from the recent fight he nearly lost. Dark circles were under his eyes, which looked hollow. He was caught somewhere between waking up and living in a restless nightmare, loathing even being here. Around him were various wires that traveled to various monitors that tracked his vitals in the same soft, rhythmic beat.
His one remaining hand twitched constantly, fidgeting in a restless, almost desperate motion. His other arm ended in a bandaged stump, living and unmoving beside him. Frequently he would glance at it, choking on his breath. His mental scream wasn't enough. It didn't stop him from losing a hand, yet he still screamed.
Every glance at it sent a shockwave of genuine fear and desperation in him, reminding him of what he'd lost. This was not just any nightmare he could wake from, this was real life.
The NanoComm was nowhere to be found. He was abandoned, lacking the presence of Nano Alien X. There was no sound other than the beeps and hums of the machines around him. The room felt too large, too empty, with the only sterile smell being the usual lingering of the typical hospital room. He hated it, all of it.
Niles' eyes shifted slowly, heavy and tired. His mind felt like it was caught in a loop–replaying every moment of the past battle that happened. It went back even further to the previous ones prior, even back to the future. Desperately he needed to get out of it, but all he had was the pain, the emptiness, and the constant iteration of the ocean waves outside.
He had never felt so alone and ashamed of himself.
Isolated, and lost in his thoughts, the door opened quietly with the distinct mechanical hiss. One by one, the group slipped inside, stepping heavily and slowly. Niles' eyes darted frantically toward the movement, his head twitching slightly. His eyelids fluttered, not out of drowsiness but from the anxiety starting to build up. Each breath suddenly grew lighter, and his muscles spring-coiled too tight.
One, Two, and Jack approached first, followed closely by Buttercup. They immediately shifted with concern as they took the sight of him. Niles was like a broken version of his former self from this morning: gaunt, hollow, and weak. He seemed exhausted, a new wrap of bandages around his body fresh from the fight at sunrise. His eyes glimmered with relief, the only thing that contradicted his entire being. At the sight of familiar faces, he couldn't muster enough energy to show it.
The Mandroid rolled closer, its stiff limbs moving in a quiet whirring sound. Calmly it announced, "I will be monitoring his vitals during your visit. Please, carry on."
The group gathered at the side of his bed, filled with both sympathy and worry. For a moment, there was silence. They awkwardly paused as they exchanged looks with one another. It was clear that all of them wanted to get a chance to say something, but none of them decided on how to start it.
That was when Numbuh Two swept in to save the day, breaking the smile first. He reached down toward the head of the bed, his hands over the guardrail with a warm, hopeful look. "Hey, man! How're ya holdin' up?"
Niles looked at him, searching for something as he darted between faces. He tried to speak, but the words felt heavy, and thick in his throat. He spoke with a faint, strained reply, "I'm… here."
It was prevalent in his eyes that there was a momentary flicker of happiness, a little grin through the exhaustion. He was glad to see them, in fact ecstatic. The weight of the fight kept him from expressing it fully. He remained stiff, still guarding himself and fidgeting with his hand, afraid that getting vulnerable would expose him to more pain.
Two kept the conversation going, light and encouraging. "Well, that's a start. I didn't thank ya for saving my life back there; you've been through a lot and still kicking."
The others nodded along, still watching him closely. Buttercup crossed her arms again, shifting her weight. She glanced at Jack and One, waiting for them to say something, though struggled to read Niles' expression. They all had been through battles like these, but seeing him like this was… different. It hit closer to home.
"We've come by to see how you are holding up," Numbuh One broke the silence again, taking a deep breath. "And I wanted to thank you for your help in taking out the control center. I know it was no small feat, especially handling that extra fusion of yours down below. I can safely say it made a real difference."
Niles turned his head slightly, listening to him with a blank expression. Like a robot, his response came out flat as he said, "I did it for the mission. That's all that matters."
There was another slight pause, One watching him carefully. He had to choose his next words carefully, especially with another judge in the room about his stance. "I understand. I want you to know that when you're ready, we'll need to talk about the future… about working together and where we stand."
Niles didn't respond. He looked away, growing distant as he retreated inward and shut himself off from the conversation entirely. It was clear he didn't want to talk anymore; his body tensed up as he went back to fidgeting, lips tightening in a thin line.
Two easily sensed the tension, stepping in to try and lighten the mood. "Hey, I know things are pretty heavy right now. But if it helps, I could make a few 'handy' jokes. Eh?"
A tiny smile grew on his face, barely noticeable. He chuckled a little, but not much. He wasn't completely unreachable, just bland. "...That's a new one."
The group exchanged a few more glances, finding this much harder than it was. Buttercup, sensing an opening, decided to step in. "Hey, would you guys mind giving us a minute? Just need a little one-on-one time."
Numbuh One nodded, "Of course, take your time."
Jack gave a respectful bow, and Two gave a thumbs-up. "If you need anything, we're right outside!"
Shortly afterward the group filed out of the room, leaving the two of them together. The door closed softly behind them, settling quietly to the rhythmic beeps of the monitor beside them. Buttercup took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever was gonna happen next.
"I tried to see you earlier, but they wouldn't let me. I'm here now."
For a moment, Buttercup wasn't sure if he'd even heard her. He sat there, unmoving, his gaze distant as if the weight of it all had finally come crashing down on him. His eyes, usually alert, were dull from the exhaustion.
"They say I need rest," he muttered at last, his voice flat and drained of life. "Maybe they're right."
She nodded, her gut slightly tightening. She knew where his head was: buried under the chaos of it all. The pressure. The sights. Everything bad about this whole conflict and none of the good. She wanted to shake him out of it, to knock some sense into him, but she held back. "They might be. You've done more than enough, Niles. Like Ben said, you've earned a real break. At least for a little while."
He sat in silence, his jaw tight. His reply was in a low, defeated tone, "I did it for you… for everyone."
Buttercup held her breath. There it was, finally a crack in the armor. She swallowed hard, watching him wrestle all of this guilt he kept buried. Her tone softened as she pushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "I know you did. I appreciate it, more than you know, but you can't keep burning yourself out. You won't have anything left to give."
Niles turned to her, his eyes a little clearer but filled with doubt. "What else am I supposed to do? Just… sit here and feel useless?"
"Believe me, I get it," she gave a sad smile. "Sitting still ain't exactly my thing either. But maybe next time, leave the reckless stuff to me. It's kinda my thing, remember?"
He faintly chuckled, "Reckless is what I do best."
She leaned in a little bit, this time speaking from the heart. "Yeah, well, maybe save it for when you really need it. You've been through hell, but we've still got a long way to go. And like, no offense, but I've been doing this a lot longer. So trust me on this one."
Niles fell silent, absorbing her words. The tension in his shoulders slowly eased, the walls he'd built starting to crumble as her presence calmed him. Buttercup hesitated, remembering something Blossom had once said. She reached out, offering her hand.
"C'mere, let me help."
For a moment, Niles just stared at her hand. His own was trembling as his breath shook. But then, slowly, he reached out and took hers. His grip was weak, but as their fingers intertwined, she could feel the endless fight in him, still there. The trembling in his hand began to ease, the longer they held on.
Buttercup squeezed gently, a thumb brushing over his knuckles. "We've got your back, alright? I've got your back."
For the first time since she'd walked in, he really looked at her. Tears swelled up at the corners of his eyes, his voice now a whisper. "T-Thank you. I'm sorry… I just–he was gonna get you…"
She softly smiled, shaking her head lightly. The girl kept her toughness as she replied, "Hey, shhh. No need for the waterworks, alright? Not in front of the others, at least."
"W-Wha–?" Niles blinked, darting to the door as if half-expecting someone to be hearing them.
Without consent, she tugged him back toward her, pulling his focus. "Don't worry about it. As soon as we hit the ship, I talked with the boys, and we agreed that home's next on the list. After we're done here, we'll take you somewhere quiet near Tech Square. Sound good?"
He swallowed hard, sniffling. "Y-Yeah… sounds good."
The room settled, the atmosphere changing. Buttercup stayed by his side, still holding his hand. Slowly, she could feel his grip relax as the complete toll of exhaustion took him over. His eyelids drooped as his eyes rolled back, heavy with sleep he desperately needed but hadn't been able to reach on his own.
"Niles?" she whispered, her eyes widening as his head dipped backward. "Oh hell. Doc?"
Before she could shake him awake, a cold, mechanical hand stopped her. The Mandroid's sensors glowed as it glanced at her. "His vitals are stable. He is merely asleep. You appear to have helped calm him, beside the sedatives."
Buttercup blinked, realizing her hand was still tightly gripping his. His fingers had gone limp, barely holding her anymore. His face, usually tough or playful, was finally at peace. He no longer looked so paranoid, lost in his dreams.
For a moment, she wondered when she'd see that look again. Hopefully next time, it'd be under better circumstances–in a private space, quiet and alone together.
Outside the room, from the window, One, Two, and Jack all stood in silence. Like a miniature theater for themselves, they watched the medical drama unfold. All three of them processed what happened just now, front-row seats to the unexpected tenderness they had just witnessed.
"Oh, so they were actually a thing," Two first broke the silence, gripping onto his straps. He glanced at Numbuh One with a small grin. "You weren't wrong."
One gave a small nod, knowingly grinning about it. "Given how defensive she was earlier, I'd say that was a safe guess."
"Isn't it strange how young love blooms in the most unexpected seasons?" Samurai Jack added, chuckling lightly.
"Yeah, you can say that again," Two chuckled back, patting his straps expectantly. "I know how they feel. That bombshell with Abigail came outta nowhere-"
One snickered, "What? No it didn't. You were playing the waiting game!"
Buttercup left the medbay, gently shutting the door behind her. She took a moment to take a deep breath and remain cool, leaning her back up against it. Despite her best attempts to shake off everything that settled in her head, it was getting more complicated the longer she contemplated. Then she noticed the other three, staring right at her.
A few seconds passed by as they exchanged knowing looks, trying to get a reaction. Finally, she narrowed her eyes, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
They all three exchanged glances again, silently concurring. With a knowing smirk, Nigel placed his hands on his hips.
Buttercup immediately turned red, throwing her hands up defensively. "Look, it's not what you think, alright? A whole thing between us just started, so don't go making a big deal out of it!"
"Hey, no judgment here. Believe me, I get it. Abby and I had our little surprise, and we're not making fun of you," Two raised his hands in the air too.
"Precisely, it's alright. If he makes you happy, we're behind you," Numbuh One spoke with a smirk. "Though, it makes sense why you were defensive earlier."
Buttercup crossed her arms, still spiteful about it. She looked around at them, her face still a different shade. "Yeah, don't go spreading this around, or I swear I'll sock each of you upside the head! You hear me?"
All three of them raised their hands in unison, almost like a rehearsed men's choir.
"Of course!"
"Understood!"
"Yep!"
The girl stared all three of them down, trying to see if she got through to each of them. Then, without another second, she dropped her shoulders slightly after flexing her muscles tightly. "Good. Keep it that way."
She had a fake glare on her face, though there was no denying she appreciated the support. She probably wouldn't admit to it, at least right now.
Numbuh One let out a sigh, glancing back through the window toward the man in bed. He was now peacefully asleep. "Well, there goes my chance to have a proper talk with him."
Buttercup glanced over at him, softening up a little. "He needs his rest. So, what's next on your agenda?"
Two straightened up, checking his watch, and widened his eyes in surprise. "Oh, we're gonna be taking off shortly! Better get a move on if we wanna make it back before evening!"
Once they made their way toward the deck, the sunlight hit them as they emerged outside. The atmosphere shifted into cheers and relief right away, the bright morning sun bathing the deck in hot light. Over the makeshift shops set up, excitement and euphoria were in the air as people moved about. Drinks were shared, discussions were had and laughter burst out after hiding for so long.
With the news of not only the defeat of two fusion generals but also the recent uprising of the Justice Friends, the crew and civilians onboard the ship were rapturous. Most of the people were bundled in groups, celebrating the victory with infectious joy spreading like wildfire. Food vendors who opened up their shops to help lift spirits were rapidly serving customers from freshly grilled burgers to massive hotdogs piled high with toppings. A smoky scent of sizzling meat and the heat from the kitchen filled the air, adding a festive-like atmosphere to the gloomy ship.
Mandroids moved around with less enthusiasm than their human counterparts. Some grumbled in frustration to each other about the sudden workload increase and the influx of activity, carrying much-needed stock to the shops and cleaning up after already messy soldiers. Despite complaining, they kept up with their tasks, much like Mandark programmed them to do.
Near the landing pad, Numbuh Three, Four, and Five had already gotten sucked into the festivities. They treated themselves to drinks and food, halfway through burgers and dogs. Three was sipping on a radicola (a very popular soda) with a smile, waving at passersby who recognized her. Numbuh Four was leaning against a sack of crates, chomping down on a hotdog with a satisfied expression. Five mostly had taken over for him in the socializing department, currently talking down a group of younger members who caught them.
As the cool and collected one, she recounted the event from the morning with the members who listened with wide eyes. She waved a half-eaten burger in one hand as she exclaimed, "And then, wham! We dove in and started blastin' suckas! It was legendary seein' dat samurai take on his fusion, I ain't gonna lie."
Numbuh Two was the first to spot the group while he approached the landing pad. He held up his hand, fingers spread wide in five as he shouted, "You guys ready to go?! Our ride is gonna be here in five!"
The crowd gathered around Abigail overheard him, immediately erupting in cheers. They switched their attention toward both Nigel and Hoagie, shouting in surprise and happiness.
"It's Sector V!"
"The big shots are here?! No way!"
"Numbuh One! Numbuh Two!"
A surge of people raised their fists and secondary firearms in the air, swarming both leaders with congratulations and pats on the back. Two smiled widely, caught off guard but loving the attention. He reached over and clapped their hands, taking it all with a confident stride. "Thank you! Thank you! I'm here for another five minutes!"
Numbuh One shook hands and saluted the other KND members who eagerly crowded around him. He couldn't be heard as much though respectfully called out to the team, "Thank you, everyone, thanks! We couldn't have done it without each and every one of you fighting for earth!"
Samurai Jack and Buttercup were on the sidelines, yet somehow also got caught up in the celebrations. Jack, typically calm, smiled warmly as he watched the crew celebrate with such energy.
Even though her mind was still caught up from the medbay, Buttercup played along with a big grin and relished in the praise.
A couple of enthusiastic members approached Buttercup, holding up photos of a hero photoshoot the girl had done a while ago. One of them asked, "Buttercup, can I get your autograph?! It's so cool seeing you here!"
With a handful of pieces of photos, prints, and little posters held up, Buttercup snatched a random pen from the crowd and began scrawling her name across each one of them. "No problem, dudes. Keep fighting strong for earth, alright? I need people to actually fight for!"
Numbuh One raised a hand, signaling for the crowd to quiet down. "Alright, alright! I'll be around later, I promise. But we gotta move now, so make some room!"
The group reluctantly parted, letting him break free from the waves of applause. Buttercup, noticing the group of soldiers nearby, decided to give them a little extra boost. She flashed a grin and confidently flexed, striking her signature pose. The group went wild, cheering and clapping like a bunch of excited kids.
"Lookin' good, Buttercup!" one of them shouted, bringing in more laughs and whistles.
The Powerpuff girl laughed with them, feeling some of the tension ease. She lastly called out to them before joining the others at the landing pad, "Thanks, boys! You're too kind!"
By now, the rest of the team survived their fan interactions, all looking a little more worn out from the nonstop praise and autograph signing.
"Numbuh Five was just finishin' up tellin' them boys about the mission," Five said, wiping her hands after finishing her snack. "We need to set up a Q-and-A or somethin'. I'm beat."
Numbuh Four immediately interjected, "No way! You remember the last time we did that?!"
"Yeah, it was going great until that one girl asked if she could get Wally's number. Kuki almost exploded!" Two laughed out loud, shaking his head.
"Hey!" Three shouted, flushing a deep red. "It wasn't that bad!"
Buttercup smirked, nudging Numbuh Two. "Better be careful, Hoagie. They'll be lining up for you next."
Two waved her off with a laugh, but Five wasn't done. She grabbed Two by the arm and playfully yanked him close. "Yeah, and they'll catch a cap if they even try. Numbuh Five's ain't the sharin' type."
"Don't give 'em any ideas!" Two smiled, trying to worm out of her grip.
As the crowd started dying down, the roaring sounds of engines could be heard in the background. Mostly everyone on the deck turned their attention to the sky as an incoming trio of S.C.A.M.P.E.R.s were rapidly approaching the ship. Each one was a different size and color, ranging from an older model to a new one.
One by one they descended, deafening everyone as an aggressive gust of wind from the engines blew everyone sideways. They maneuvered snugly next to one another, touching down and activating the landing gears. A few Mandroids already zipped across the deck, whirring to secure their positions to help the process.
As the doors opened and small ramps were lowered, crew members dressed in matching KND uniforms stepped out. Immediately they began unloading supplies onto the deck, bringing crates, food rations, ammunition, and various metals that would be piled up in neat spots for each one. A couple of them saluted Sector V while they went by, cheerfully working harder now that some of their higher-up bosses were watching them.
The group watched from their spot on the landing pad, taking in the organization and professionalism. Buttercup's eyebrows rose as she leaned over to Numbuh One, "Didn't know we had a bit of a party here."
"Must've been ordered by Blossom or Cree," One crossed his arms. "I'd be surprised if it was Cree, honestly."
Three sighed, "Regardless, that's our ticket home! Kinda feels good."
A young girl dressed from head to toe in pilot's gear approached the group, standing up straight and saluting. Taking off her cap, she let her wild hot-pink hair flow down past her shoulders and immediately turned to Numbuh One. "Numbuh One, a pleasure to see you. I'm Numbuh Two Five Five, and I'll be your pilot for the ride back to Sector V. Is this everybody?"
"Affirmative," he pushed up his sunglasses, giving a serious glare. "We'll let you gas up, then step on board from there. Is that alright?"
She nodded her head, turning to look at the other members. "Of course, sir. I'm always happy to help the OGs."
"Don't you forget it," Two smirked, crossing his arms.
With the ships now on deck and supplies being unloaded, things were starting to run smoothly. Jack stepped forward after the pilot departed to start fueling up and bowed his head. "I once more humbly thank you for your assistance here in the Darklands. Although Fuse's forces have not fully been defeated, and Demongo's location remains unknown, we have made significant progress today. It will be an uphill battle from this point onward, but I will remain vigilant in my post."
"Jack, you're probably the sole reason Fuse has had such a hard time leaving the Darklands," Two replied with a smile. "If I'm ever sent up back here, I'll help ya out."
Five nodded along, resting an elbow over Two's shoulder. "Yeah, thanks for the help, samurai. You're one cool cat."
"Show me how to do some of those sword moves sometime, eh?" Four jumped forward, taking Jack's hand and shaking it rapidly. "I'm training how to go melee! Guns are cool, but I like the action up front!"
The samurai chuckled, awkwardly shimmying out of his grasp before placing his hand on the butt of his sword again. "Ahh, perhaps later."
"I guess we're leaving you guys to the celebrations," Three looked out toward the bustling deck, then back to Jack and Buttercup. "We'll be sure to invite you to the party! Once Wally and I leave the Jungle Outpost, anyways."
Buttercup let out a sigh, giving her a tired look. "Thanks, Kuki. Though, I think I'll be occupied for a bit. I'll let you know, and if not, Bloss will be there."
"Oh? How come?" she asked with a worried expression.
Numbuh One and Two looked at each other, then grinned.
"I've.. gotta take care of Niles is all. My sis wanted me to while he's training to become a superhero," the Powerpuff girl gestured behind her with a thumb.
"Oh, that makes a lot more sense!" Three opened her eyes a little more, blinking rapidly. "Tell him I said good luck! I hope he passes."
She smiled, "Can do."
Nigel took a deep breath and approached Buttercup. The two of them stood a bit apart from the rest of the team, locking onto each other's eyes. One held out a hand for her to shake, offering a sincere expression.
"Buttercup," he started. "I want to thank you for everything you did in taking down the control center. You and Niles both. Without you, we wouldn't have pulled this off."
With some surprise, Buttercup wasn't used to formalities like this. She could tell it meant a lot to him, so she took his hand and shook it firmly. With a genuine empathy, she replied, "Thanks, Nigel. I'll make sure he hears it from you too."
Numbuh One nodded, giving a thoughtful look. "Tell him this: he has a lot of potential. With a few more victories, I believe he could become an incredible hero. He's got a fire in him."
"He's gonna love hearing that. Believe me," Buttercup replied, smiling widely.
As they shook hands, the rest of Sector V approached. Each one took turns showing their appreciation for her help, first starting with Numbuh Two. He held out a fist as he said, "Thanks, Buttercup. Usually, I work with Blossom on stuff, but it doesn't matter because all three of the Powerpuff Girls are great! You've got some real skills!"
"You're not so bad yourself, Two," Buttercup bumped his fist back.
Numbuh Three jumped forward next. She wrapped her in a big, enthusiastic hug, squeezing her tightly. "Thank you, Buttercup! You did amazing out there!"
The Powerpuff girl chuckled, hugging her back. She wasn't used to the sudden affection, though patted her back. "Thanks. You were, like, totally great!"
Numbuh Four strode up, flashing a cheeky grin. "That was pretty cool. You're, like, super tough! I wish I had powers so I could wallop bad guys like that!"
They dabbed each other up in a swift motion. "You say that now, dude."
Finally, Numbuh Five stepped forward with laid-back confidence. She reached out, gripping Buttercup's hand in a cup. "Ain't no doubt about it, girl. You're one tough cookie. Next time, we gotta get you, me, and the girls together, alright?"
"Sounds like a plan," Buttercup grinned.
With all of their final goodbyes shared between them all, Buttercup stood there with the aura of the team. The members of Sector V began gathering their things, having mostly packed their armor and gear in their thick backpacks. Any loose gear was scooped up last minute, and trash was thrown away. Numbuh One led the way, securing the troop like little ducklings with a quick nod. A few more minutes passed by as they all filed into the S.C.A.M.P.E.R., and then shortly the engine started back up again. They each gave little waves to both Jack and Buttercup as they disappeared inside.
Buttercup took a couple of steps back, arms crossed, watching them with a satisfied look. Right beside her, Jack stood silently, his arms resting on his sides. He seemed to reflect her mood: quiet and contemplative to say the least. The window blew across the deck, swirling through their clothes and hair as the ship's thrusters ramped up.
By the time the pilot got back on the vehicle, and the landing gear was double-checked, they lifted off the deck. The Mandroids who assisted the crew zipped back, clearing the area. The ship hovered briefly before zipping forward, blowing a gust of violent wind across the deck and ascending into the open sky above it. It steered toward the horizon at an alarming speed, shrinking into a dot before disappearing into the horizon. They were no longer visible, just a spec under the hot morning sun.
The two remained standing, eyes watching every second until they disappeared. She had a moment of silence to herself, letting the consequences of everything this morning sink into her. The gravity of everything seemingly came back as a net positive, though she couldn't help but feel bad for the boy trapped in the medical bed.
Beside her, Jack remained stoic. The wind caught his robe, fluttering in the breeze.
They looked at each other, but they didn't need to speak. Their presence alone spoke for them; they found solace in each other's company, thinking about everything that happened today.
As she looked down, Niles' NanoComm sat glued in her grasp.
CLAMP!
Buttercup wrapped the arm bracelet around herself, clicking it in place. She felt an uncomfortable, warming sensation buzz her skin. She slightly vibrated, gritting her teeth and cringing from the feeling. Then, shortly afterward, the feeling subsided. The piece of technology immediately powered back on, quickly loading up the interface.
Jack looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just going through Niles' stuff," she replied nonchalantly, lifting the screen to her face. "How do you work one of these things.."
By the time it started up, a bright white light flashed over the top of her shoulder. The girl turned her head and looked at the figure, manifesting the presence of Nano Alien X. He twirled around once, stretching his astral limbs. "I have returned!"
She looked up at him, holding the NanoComm stiffly in place. "Hey little buddy, I need your help with something."
"Ah, Miss Utonium," he zipped a little closer, placing his hands over his stomach and bowed. "How can I be of assistance to you? Is the good sir Niles alright?"
Buttercup took a step closer, rubbing the back of her neck. "Ah, yeah. That's the thing, little man. I need your help with Niles."
The Powerpuff girl adjusted the NanoComm on her wrist, still feeling the strange tingling sensation where it had warmed her skin. She watched Nano Alien X float in front of her, glowing in the soft, ethereal light. His dark, starry skin flashed rhythmically, his bright wide eyes focusing intently on her. He seemed genuinely concerned, his tiny face serious yet curious.
"I am surprised to see you have taken over!"
Buttercup took a deep breath, letting her hands drop to her sides. "Look, he's… not doing too hot right now. You saw the state he's in. He's beaten up bad this time, and I think it's starting to mess with him more than I could've expected. I was gonna ask if there's anything you could do to help him get his head straight. Like… I dunno, help him get mentally sorted out?"
Alien X narrowed his eyes in thought, scratching his nonexistent chin. "Niles was strong-willed, and I am aware he has lost himself. You must remember that he has been fighting this war for approximately eight years, time travel included. Many of his mental scars still have yet to be resurfaced, so it will not be an easy task."
"Yeah, he, uh.. mentioned something about that yesterday," Buttercup nodded, huffing.
"The human mind is delicate, and you are wise to be gentle with him," X complimented, continuing. "If I were to recommend someone who could help, it would have to be an individual affiliated with not only physical health but mental health. An immediate person who comes to mind is your father: Professor Utonium."
Buttercup furrowed her brow. "Oh, Dad?"
"Based on my stored knowledge, I am well aware that Professor Utonium has a deep understanding of the human psyche. Especially having created you and your sisters, I am certain his biological knowledge may perhaps offer a solution to not only healing his mind but also restoring his hand," the nano explained.
Buttercup paused to think about it. "Yeah, well, I guess so? The girls and I were kinda an accident, to tell you the truth-"
"No no," X quickly shook his head, worried. "I do not mean that. I recall he intended to create the perfect little girl. His intellect in biology and human creation could be beneficial for our current problem."
Upon taking a moment to think about it, she nodded along. "You know, my Dad has had some weird experiments, but this checks out. Even if it doesn't work, it's a great start."
"I have… met the Professor before," Jack spoke up finally. "Not only has he fostered such wonderful girls, but he is quite an intelligent man."
Buttercup gave him a sweet smile, putting her hands on her hips. "Aww, thanks Jacky boy. I guess that could work! Sounds like we're gonna head over to the house after we get Niles to the hospital. Might be good to get him some fresh air, too."
X bowed slightly, calm and collected. "Indeed. While I served as a small guide for him in the Past, he has often surprised me with his zeal. I will combine my knowledge and experience with the Professor's expertise to find the clarity he seeks."
"Sounds good, little dude," Buttercup grinned, reaching up to playfully trace circles around his cheek. "You're a pretty neat nano, you know that?"
Nano Alien X bent over again, his celestial body shimmering in the sunlight. "I am honored to be of service. The good sir Niles holds you in high regard, Miss Utonium, and I am happy to have you as a temporary master."
She perked up, crossing her arms with a sly grin. "Oh really? What's that dork saying about me?"
Alien X paused, mustering more contemplation. He put his tiny hands on his tiny hips and replied, "Ah, I am afraid I have made a trust promise not to divulge the details of his words with you."
"C'mon, little man," Buttercup pressed further, teasing him. "Isn't there some sort of loophole? I'm sure you could tell me something without breaking your promise."
The nano snickered mischievously, placing a hand where his mouth would be. "Well, if I were to be technical, he often thinks of you as someone who gives him strength. Being around you makes him feel… capable, in a way. Do not tell him I said that."
Buttercup's smile turned softer, more genuine. "Is that right? Yeah, sounds like it. Thanks for the little tidbit, X. Once we get him all sorted out, I'm definitely gonna bug him about it. And, oh yeah, he's gonna owe me big time for all this."
The nano gave a knowing nod, a star twinkling in his eye. "I have no doubt he would be more than happy to repay you, Miss Utonium. In fact, I believe you have already captured his heart."
"Alright, alright, don't get all mushy on me now," Buttercup chuckled lightly, holding up a hand. "But… thanks, X. I like hearing that."
Jack remained silent for their interaction, taking in this newfound discovery. He held his hands tightly by his sides and took a deep breath, listening to the work and the wind around him. "I am certain that together you will be strong. A word of advice, before you depart."
"Uh huh, what's that?" Buttercup bit her lower lip, crossing her arms.
Jack bowed his head slightly, speaking from the heart. "Romance is fostering a cherry blossom tree. With enough work, nurture, and acknowledgment, it can grow into something beautiful."
She averted her gaze from him for a second, letting it sink in. Her face turned red, shaking her head. "I don't get it, but it's cool. Thanks for your help, Jack! Can you make sure he gets transferred to Tech Square? Also, make sure his suit of armor goes with him too; I can't take it."
"Of course. I will have him sent to City Station once a pilot is ready to depart," he firmly nodded, bowing. "Will you be leaving with him?"
Buttercup shook her head, "Yeah, I will. Appreciate it, Jack."
Samurai Jack bowed once again, then gestured for her to start following behind him.
Just as the two were about to get to work, Buttercup adjusted the NanoComm on her wrist one more time. She narrowed her eyes up at X, and said confidently, "C'mon, X. Let's go introduce him to Dad!"
9/15/24
Hey! Welcome back! I missed you.
If you're wondering why there was an extra week, I needed to take a break from writing the last chapter. It took a lot out of me and I needed some time to stir and get my thoughts together before continuing.
Do you remember when I mentioned a while ago something about everyone enjoying themselves at the cost of Niles' expense? This is most definitely the chapter where it shines through the most. We've come full circle.
There were a lot of decisions I had to make for this particular one, so I decided to do a temporary time skip after the group arrived back at Mandark's Ship, as otherwise, this would've taken longer than it normally is. So finally, after everything that's happened, some big positive changes are being made for earth.
Niles has officially lost his mind and his arm. Sorry (not sorry)! HAH!
Buttercup will be taking over, for now.
The only extra characters in this chapter was Numbuh 255. In game, she's the first S.C.A.M.P.E.R. pilot you can interact with once you finish the starting area. I wanted to use her as a throwback since that's generally how you get around. Plus, I'd like to headcanon that she would be a favorite and/or first pick for the sector. Additionally, Stanley Whitman and Linda are both reporters from the PPGs.
Sector V is finally departing and going back home. In all honesty, I was curious and slightly confused as to why most of the team was nowhere to be found at the Treehouse. I wanna change that since, as a team, they're nearly unstoppable.
