Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Finally! It's the last chapter of Operation: SHARE. Sorry for the lack of updates! In case anybody's been wondering, this is the chapter that speaks for the genre of the story. Yes, there's going to be plenty of romantic preteen and teenage angst in this chapter!

~*Chapter 6*~

Number 1 looked around her tree house. It looked as if she was in her hang out room, but there was something slightly different about it, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Her large-screen TV was still there, as well as her Nintendo 64, Play Station 2, Gamecube, and X Box. There were still posters of video game logos and cartoon logos all over the walls. Her couch and chairs were the same: patched up all over and stuffing coming out of the sides. Her walls were the same wood they've always been with the nails sticking out of the sides. The floor was still sloppily polished and had traces of mud and watermarks all over it. One of the legs on the coffee table was glued on with craft glue and had a hardened drop on the side. She looked around from the glued coffee table to her walls, and then the difference caught her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten one of the best holidays in the entire world!" Number 3 shrieked. "Uh, hello? Do you have any idea what month it is?"

"Uh, December?" Number 1 answered, half asking, half sure.

"And what day is it?" Number 4 asked.

"The twentieth?" Number 1 replied. She stopped short, realizing something. "Oh, my God! The twentieth! How on Earth could I have forgotten? Christmas is in five days!"

"Thank you for realizing that!" Numbah 3 said matter-of-factly.

Number 1 looked up at what the rest of her team was working on. It was the traditional Teens Next Door Christmas Tree that they put up every year for their traditional party. Of course, this year, the Kids Next Door would be invited, too. So far, that made a total of ten people.

Numbah 5 put up a light when a thought struck her.

"Hey! What if we invite the rest of the KND and TND in the state?" she suggested. "That would make the best party, and your tree house here can totally hold that many people."

"I'll think about it." Number 1 replied. Everybody was silent until Number 2 thought of something.

"Hey, Number 3, what about that DNA tracker you were talking about when you found me yesterday?" she asked.

{Yesterday?} Number 1 thought. {How long was I asleep?}

"Oh, the DNA tracker." Number 3 began. "You have Lizzie and Number 9 to thank for that."

"Yeah." Numbah 2 agreed. "When we were trying to figure out our plan of action to save you, Lizzie couldn't find where you were being held captive. She did a scan of the area on our main computer and didn't find anything."

"You were lucky that we have a teleporter here." Number 9 added. "I used it to get back into my base in the next town. I did a quick look through the base to see if anyone had come back. I didn't find anybody, but I found an old DNA tracker in my room. I brought it back here."

"Then, I found a piece of your hair on the floor." Tommy continued. "I put it into the tracker, and we were able to find you no matter where you were. You could have been in the next galaxy and we would've found you!"

"Thanks, guys." Number 2 responded.

"No problem." Numbah 4 replied. "Hey, you might have annoyed the living heck out of me that one night when the snow started falling, but things wouldn't have been the same around here without you."

"Oh, thanks, Numbah 4." Number 2 said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better!" She and the rest of the team began laughing. Numbah 4 shrugged it off and went back to what he was doing with the tree.

Later that night, everybody sat around the fireplace with blankets and hot cocoa. Lizzie sat next to Numbah 1, half asleep.

"You're tired from the adventure yesterday, aren't you?" he asked. Lizzie nodded and grabbed onto Numbah 1's arm. She snuggled up close against it. Numbah 1 blushed slightly and tried not to look at the rest of his team, snickering under their breath.

"She's such an adorable girl." Number 2 whispered to Number 4. "She and Numbah 1 look so cute together."

"I don't know." Number 4 whispered back. "I think he and Numbah 5 would look much better together."

Numbah 5 heard this, and a tomato-red blush rose onto her face.

{Does Number 4 know?} she thought. {Numbah 5 sure hopes not. If anybody knew, Numbah 5 would die of embarrassment.}

Number 1 glanced at Numbah 1 and Lizzie, a feeling of disgust rising in her stomach.

"Oh great." She thought out loud. "I'm starting to taste that hot cocoa and chocolate Number 5 made again."

"I told you that was the perfect snow day plan!" Number 5 shouted. "Now the fun REALLY begins!"

"You call our leader about to throw up fun?" Number 2 scolded. "Somebody run her to the bathroom!"

"Calm down!" Number 1 ordered. "It's not Number 5's stupid chocolate that's making me sick!"

"Darn it!" Number 5 yelled, really feeling down.

"It's that thing going on between Numbah 1 and Lizzie!" Number 1 finished.

"You mean love?" Lizzie asked.

"DON'T SAY THAT WORD!!!" Number 1 screamed, and she ran upstairs still screaming and flailing her arms in the air. The rest of the team watched in awe at their leader's strange behavior.

"That was funny!" Numbah 3 announced. "Can we do it again?"

Later that night, after Number 1 had calmed down and came back downstairs, everybody was saying their good-byes to Number 9, Tommy, and Lizzie.

"I'll never forget what you guys did to save me." Number 2 announced.

"For helping us," Number 1 began. "I reward you three full access to my tree house at any time. Well, except 7:30 to 8:00 every Saturday and Sunday morning. My weekend morning cartoons start then, but any time after 8:00 Saturday and Sunday mornings is okay."

"And, trust me guys," Number 3 began. "You do not want to interrupt Number 1 in the middle of the beginning of her weekend morning cartoons."

"Yeah," Number 4 agreed. "Not after that one time you did."

"I think I still have the scar from that day." Number 3 tried to think back. Lizzie and Tommy gulped in nervousness and turned to leave.

"Uh, thanks for the access!" Lizzie called, running away from the tree house. It was obvious she was scared.

"She's not coming back, is she?" Numbah 1 asked.

"Nope." Numbah 5 replied.

Tommy was still standing on the porch step.

"Tell Mom I'm staying here tonight, again." Numbah 2 told his little brother.

"She's going to be angry if you don't come home to sleep every now and then." Tommy announced. "But I'll cover for you." Numbah 2 winked at his little brother. Tommy winked back and headed for home.

"Good work today, Number 9." Number 1 rewarded her operative. "Do you still need a place to stay for the night?"

"No," Number 9 responded. "I think my team is back at the tree house in the next town by now. At least they better be."

"If they're still not home, call us." Number 1 insisted. "You can sleep here."

"Thanks." Number 9 said. "Bye!" She turned and ran for the next town. Number 1 closed the door behind her last guest and faced another wall with a clock on it. The clock read 11:49 at night.

"Oh, God, how long was I asleep?" she asked.

"Since 5:30 yesterday afternoon." Numbah 1 replied. "You were sleeping like a baby. Actually, it was pretty funny when you started talking in your sleep."

"Oh no." Number 1 whispered. Her voice got louder. "What was I talking about?"

"You kept complaining about your ex-boyfriend." Numbah 3 explained. "It was really funny!"

Number 1's cheeks turned bright red and she shuffled her feet. The rest of her team laughed at the memory of last night. Number 1 gave her team mates a stubborn look.

"I don't care how funny it was!" she shouted. "Bed time! Now!"

The rest of the team exchanged worried and nervous looks and they scurried upstairs to their rooms. Numbah 1 stood next to Number 1 and they tugged on Numbah 2's shirt, signaling him to stay.

"What's up?" he asked.

"We know." Number 1 replied.

"What do you know?" Numbah 2 started getting scared. "You guys are acting like the Delightful Children and Teens!"

"Well, we're not trying to be like them," Numbah 1 began. "It's just we know a secret of yours. It's about Number 2."

Numbah 2 froze as his face turned bright red.

"You have to tell her." Numbah 1 insisted.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Number 1 mumbled.

"I know you hate romance, Number 1, but please try to be supportive on this." Numbah 1 requested, almost begging. Number 1 growled and turned so that she wasn't facing the two KND operatives.

"I don't want to tell her!" Numbah 2 whispered. "What if she rejects what I say?"

"You won't know until you try." Numbah 1 said back. "If she rejects what you say, it just makes you available for the next girl. You know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," Numbah 2 shuffled his feet and took a worried glance at his leader. "Okay! I hear you. Just, promise me you'll let me cry on your shoulder for however long I need to if she rejects my offer."

"What are best friends for?" Numbah 1 asked. Numbah 2 turned and started up the stairs. "Go get her!"

Upstairs, in Number 2's room, Numbah 2 sat on his sleeping bag and stared at his feet, which were suddenly becoming very interesting. Number 2 was up on her bed reading a book. She looked from her book to the clock. It read 12:03.

"It's late." She announced. "Time for bed or Number 1 will blow a circuit."

Number 2 turned out the light. The bright light from the moon shone through and cast an eerie glow on the room. It was bright enough to see, but dark enough to sleep.

"Number 2," Numbah 2 began. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure!" Number 2 said happily. She set her attention on her counterpart.

"Um, uh," Numbah 2 fumbled with his words. "Number 2, I like you."

"I like you, too, Numbah 2." Number 2 said back, completely unaware of what was happening.

"No, I mean, I really like you, like you." Numbah 2 corrected her. He felt better now that he had gotten that off his chest. Number 2 could only stare.

"Woah, uh, what was that?" Number 2 asked. "Oh no, no, Numbah 2, no. You are not for me. I am not for you."

"I knew that would happen!" Numbah 2 shouted. "Why?"

"Because you're not the one for me. I'm not the one for you. You are a kid! I'm a teen! We are three years apart! Do you see a problem with that? I do!" Number 2 explained. Numbah 2 grew silent. He crawled up on Number 2's bed. He hummed a soft tune and began singing to it.

-If you're not the one, then why does my soul feel glad today? If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine, then why does your heart return my call? If you are not mine, would I have the strength to stand at all?

You never know what the future brings, but I know you're here with me now. We'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with.

I don't want to run away but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there anyway that I could stay in your arms?-

Numbah 2 flopped down on Number 2's bed.

-If I don't need you, then why am I crying on my bed? If I don't need you, then why does your name resound in my head?-

Numbah 2 looked up at Number 2.

-If you're not for me, then why does this distance maim my life? If you're not for me, then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don't know why it's so far away, but I know that this much is true. We'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with.-

Numbah 2 got up and walked to the balcony.

-And I wish that you could be the one I die with. And I pray that you're the one I build my home with. I hope I love you all my life.-

Numbah 2 opened up the balcony doors and walked out, being washed over with moonlight.

-I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there anyway that I could stay in your arms?

'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away. And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today. 'Cause I love you whether it's wrong or right. And though I can't be with you tonight, you know my heart is by your side.-

Number 2 stood outside on the balcony with Numbah 2.

-I don't want to run away, but I can't take it. I don't understand. If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there anyway that I could stay in your arms?-

Numbah 2 finished the song. Number 2 could only stand there.

"Numbah 2," she began.

"It's Hoagie."

"Um, okay. Then I guess I'm Jen for now." She stopped. "Hoagie, that was really sweet. You're a really sweet boy. I do like you, a lot."

Hoagie crossed his arms and looked at the moon. Two days after the full one, it began to darken. The new moon was coming. Jen looked up at the moon with him, but fell back as soon as she did.

"Jen!" Hoagie shouted. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." Jen replied, rubbing her head. "I just felt dizzy."

"Are you still sick from the Common Cold?" Hoagie asked.

"No," Jen answered. "It's just that every time I look at the moon in its waning stage, I always feel something wrong inside me. It's like a rush of frigid evil running through my veins."

"Wow." That was all Hoagie could say. He helped Jen up and dusted off her shirt. "You were saying something?"

"Yeah." Jen continued. "I think you're a really nice boy. It's just that, well, you're a kid! You know?"

Hoagie lowered his head in defeat.

"Come on, don't take it that way." Jen tried to cheer him up. "In a few years, I know how much you hate to admit it, but you'll be growing up. It isn't as bad as you think. When you grow up, that's when girls start to like you. You never know. If you stay the sweet little Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr. you are now, I might start liking you, too."

"Really?" Hoagie's eyes lit up with hope.

"Yeah." Jen said. "But, until then, friends?"

"Friends." Hoagie said, and he shook her hand. That was all that needed to be said. The two of them went to bed.

Over in Number 3's room, he tossed and turned in his sleep because of a nightmare.

~*End Transmission*~

Special Thanks to Daniel Beddingfield for a song that really fit with the story.

Keep a lookout for the third story in the TND Series! Operation: DUMB