Author: And how long has it been...? I am not dead! Honest! I've had slight writer's block and lack of time. It is...now November 28th 2006 and I'm actually bothering to get my ass into gear and start working. I guess one of the reasons that I haven't been working on this lately is that I really wanna get a good idea...I don't wanna screw it up with a bad one Oo So I hope this is good enough XD I'd just like to give an ENORMOUS thank you to all of who you have reviewed. I love you guys. A LOT. Getting positive reviews about my stories really makes my day...so thank you and thank you all again!

Let's see if we can get this story finished!

And so here we go. Another chapter of Three's a Crowd. Mwahahaha. I'm just too cruel to these kids, I really am...

Please R&R...See ya XD

Disclaimer: And for the...what, twentieth time? I DO NOT OWN KND. I mean, if I did...I'm be out there making more rockin' episodes, not sitting here writing fictional stories, huh, huh? Exactly. Thank you. I own Toastie and my plot. End of. MOVING ON!!!

25th January, 4:35AM

I am going to kill her. If it is the last thing I do on this earth, I swear I am going to kill my sister whether I have to chop her head off or throw her in with crocodiles. Anything as long as she never does anything like that to me EVER AGAIN. My simple advice to anyone wishing to have a little sister or brother is; Don't bother. It's more trouble than it's worth. Take it from the one who's just found her sister in the early hours of the morning (Correct, yes, Abby is still complaining about that and her needs for 'Beauty Sleep'. Some people never shut up...), clinging onto her baby, covered in cuts, bruises, dirt and leaves.

This girl has a lot of explaining today, I can tell you that.

4:45AM

She's hungry. That's ALL she's got to say? She's hungry? She can damn well go hungry then! And she better have a damn good explanation before I kill her!

4:47AM

By the looks of it, Wally's about to kill her. This could get amusing.

4:48AM

And now Captain Mad's joined in. We're bound to crash at this rate, with Toast screaming, Wally yelling, Nigel yelling, Abby complaining and Hoagie steering as if drunk. Never know, he might actually be. After all this commotion, he can give me some of whatever he has stashed too. I think I'll leave them to it.

Oh, look at my little darling...Heaven knows what she's been through...I bet she's starving...and in need of a change...Numbuh 1 needs to get to grips with his more "paternal" side! He can change her!

4:53AM

Apparently he'd rather shove that dirty diaper so far up Wally's arse, he'll choke on it. Well. That's not very nice, I'll change her MYSELF then.

5:10AM

There's silence in the ship. Abby's preoccupied herself with old data, locked away in the system, whilst Hoagie's trying to steer us home in a calm fashion. Wally and Nigel are at opposite ends of the ship, glaring, and Mushi...well, she tried to hide behind me. Until I growled at her and shoved her away, in an unfriendly manner. Toast is the only peaceful one among us. She's lying in my arms, asleep. Occasionally she'll exhale, as if sighing and her delicate eyelashes will flutter on her rosy cheeks.

I think I am in love all over again.

5:17AM

Home sweet home. The second we stepped into the docks, Numbuh 1 was out, storming across the floor towards his pod. Stroooooopy!

"I shall be in my room...if I am required...which I SHAN'T be..." He said sharply, adjusting his glasses on his nose. Snob. He didn't want to help in the first place! He must be tired.

5:21AM

How foolish I am? Of course he's not tired! He's ALWAYS like this! Hahah!

...humour's died, forgive me, but it's nearly half five. In the morning.

5:29AM

Abby and Hoagie have turned in for the night too. Wally, Mushi, Toast and I are sitting in the Main Room, waiting for an explanation. I've given Toast to Wally and I think he's going to cry. If stares could kill, he'd have bored holes in her by now. I'm glad his eyes aren't that powerful. But it is a gorgeous sight. Doubt old Numbuh 1 would see that way though. Miserable sod.

"Kuki, I..." Yes, Mushi? Does she intend to explain how she ended up with her niece in the middle of a forest?

"Yes, MUSHI? Care to explain why you did it?" Oh bother. I was kinda hoping Wally wasn't paying attention. No such luck. I've sent eyebrows signals his way. Hopefully he'll pick them up and keep his trap shut.

"Wally, I...I was trying to help! I did help!"

"No, you didn't! You-...!" Note to self: Eyebrow signals don't work. My turn!

"Guys, please! Mushi, just give us an explanation already so we can all just...calm down...and go to bed..." See? Isn't my technique so much better? Thought so. Mama would be proud. And with that, Mushi opened her mouth and started to speak...

6:01AM

Well. Well, well, well. And I thought life couldn't get more twisted. I'll try to recall Mushi's exact words, but me and memory don't walk hand-in-hand at the best of times.

"It was after you panicked, Kuki..." She started, looking at the floor. "I didn't like feeling useless, so I...I snuck out when you were in the bathroom..." Ah. When I flooded the bathroom. Knew it.

"How did you know where she is?" Wally demanded, holding Toast close. Poor child, almost suffocated by orangeness.

"It was just a feeling!"

"Feeling my backside!"

"Wally!" They both stopped as the sound of my raised voice. Amazing. I quite like this sense of power I have. Ho hum. "Now, Mushi...you couldn't have just "had a feeling"..."

Mushi sighed. "Alright...I do now where Papa is hiding, so I did know where to go..."

"HA!" Wally cried. "Two timing little creep! Always knew there was somethin' weird about ya'!"

"You knew?!" I questioned, a sense of hurt rising in my chest. "But...why didn't you say anything? We could have gone together! As a team! We could have had him jailed BEFORE all this happened! You stupid, stupid girl!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry! I...I was scared!" She was on the verge of tears. Oh, give me strength...Sympathy wearing out...

"Ya were scared?! Ya?! Try us! Going out of our minds!" I hoped Wally would keep a tighter grip on our daughter. Through his anger, I wondered if Wally had adopted some of our mad leader's techniques and was putting more strength in to stating his opinion then anything else. Wouldn't surprise me. Wouldn't say Numbuh 1 was a good influence either.

Wait that's mean. Cut that.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I just knew that I could get her out quietly! You lot would create a right commotion, and he'd hear!" She had a point. Numbuh 1 rarely does things quietly. Not his "style". Haha.

I sighed. "Well, at least you're both back...safe and sound..." Wally, on the other hand, wasn't quite so happy.

"I'd like to give her an Australian fashioned clump o'er the 'ead!" He growled, stroking Toast's soft head.

"Wally, please..." He seemed to calm a little. "Don't we think we should call the police? Have Mushi state where his location is?"

"No!" Mushi cried, her eyes wide. "I-I can't!"

"Dear Lord...why the 'ell not?!" Wally yelled. Toast started to cry, startled by the loud voices around her. Instantly Wally's face softened and he cradled her close. A quick glare at me told me to carry on what he started. Damn him and his angry ways.

"Why not, Mushi?" I sighed, losing patience. She looked up, twiddling with some loose threads on her sleeve. Looked pretty daft in my opinion, but I did not feel that this was the time to state it.

"He...He might come and get me...You never know!" She added, when Wally rolled his eyes. "He might kill me...like he did Mama..." She looked down ashamed at the floor, and...did I see a tear on her cheek? Nonsense. But then I understood. Mama. She really was afraid.

"Mushi, listen to me...Look, join the KND and you'll immediately be protected...You can be located anywhere, as far you want if you wish! On the Arctic Base, the Moon, under the ocean, anywhere! Just...tell us where Papa is...we'll keep you safe, I promise...Wally'll get Numbuh 1 to have a word with Numbuh 362, and she can speak to the Supreme Leader of the KND". I glanced behind me and grinned at Wally, both of us knowing on what friendly terms Numbuh 1 was with Numbuh 362. Seriously, those two are crap at hiding feelings. But it is so funny watching Leader Mad go bright red when she speaks to him. Hahaha! Ahem, anyway...

6:25AM

And so. After an awful lot of promising and pleading, along with waking up the rest of the team, we finally got Mushi to agree. Numbuh 1 looked ready to murder after being woken up to listen to a 10 year old protest to give any helpful knowledge whatsoever. But Abby helped. She calmed Mushi down and soothed her, promising that she'd keep her safe, that Papa would never hurt her. You have to admire Abby and her ways. She is good when it comes to socialising and people, I'll give that. A damn sight better than Wally or Numbuh 1, who had both already lost their patience. Hoagie was too busy getting cereal to pay attention.

"Call me when you've got the place" He said, amongst a handful of Cocoa Krispies. You know once upon a time, he fretted about his diet. But ever since some dipstick on TV announced that being a little overweight was healthy, the diet's been out the window, along with the muesli, celery sticks and low fat everything else. I'll be honest, I actually quick liked the muesli, but I shan't spread THAT around. But the low fat cheese in a tube was going too far in my opinion. Who puts CHEESE in a TUBE? Only the very mad, indeed.

Anyway, back to the interesting(ish) stuff. We've got the place. A weird little hut in the middle of the forest, where an anti-social couple used to live until Papa sent them and their bloodhound out. They should think themselves lucky, I pointed out. At least he didn't dispose of them entirely. But he must have threatened them in some way, or they'd have gone to the police. Well, according to Numbuh 1. But that was just what I expected of him.

6:32AM

Numbuh 1 is phoning the police as we speak. I'm feeling a sense of...security...safety...like I can finally relax. I'm not going to tell anyone how I feel though. Knowing Wally, he'd blame it on something to do with the gastro-intestinal tract, or whatever it's called. Either way, he'd blame it on something unpleasant, when it's not. I'm lying on the sofa, Toast in asleep on my chest, and Wally is watching the wrestling next to me. (Hey, some things never change. When chaos is over, wrestling comes back on. Doh.) I'm not actually feeling that tired, even after a hectic night with no sleep. I feel like I could run a mile, climb Everest, swim Niagara Falls, anything! My baby's back now...I'll dig to the Moon if I had to.

6:39AM

Not that that makes any remote sense at all, but the thought's nice. Yes, I'll just imagine myself trying to dig myself to the Moon, with Numbuh 1's annoying voice wittering away in the background...

8:10AM

Oh bugger. Fell asleep didn't I.

8:13AM

Trust Numbuh 1 to take the piss.

"Finally awake now, huh? Called the police, they're going there now. Should phone back during the day for updates." And with that, he strolled off, muttering about "having to go to an important meeting". Important meeting my backside. Unless this meeting involves getting together with Raaaaaaachel in that new Italian restuarant with the cute waiter and the weird moustache. I so bet it is. Yeah, important meeting my ass.

"D'ya hear that, Kooks?" Oh, Wally was awake then. Nice of him to wake me.

"Hmm, yeah...sorry, what?" I'm obviously still out of it. Maybe if the sector would be so kind as to let me go back out of it...

"It's over, Kooks! It's finally over!" He moved closer, and put his arm around my shoulders. "It's all gonna be alrigh' now...I promise..." He kissed my temple, and for the first time in...well, a long while, I actually believed him. Maybe from now it actually was going to be alright. It could only get better.

5 minutes later

Maybe not. Wally still can't change a diaper.

Author: Oh my, am I finished? OO AM I ACTUALLY FINISHED?! For once, we have a happy ending This has only taken...what, three years? Looking back and reading the first chapters when I wrote them as a 13 year-old, I think "Good Heavens, look at how awful my writing is...". But I wouldn't change it for the world I hope you've enjoyed the story, guys, and please leave a review D Thank you for all your reviews and support, it has greatly helped me and given me inspiration to carry on writing. As I've said before, a story is only made by the people who read it

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