(Here is the second of my favorite episodes in season 2. This time, I'm doing "Alex Quits." The readers who get to be my first and second reviewers are Martin Seymus McFly and Sailor Evanescence. Thanks to all of you for your suggestions on some season 2 episodes. You'll have another chance to give suggestions at the end of this story, but this time, I'm going to make it a multiple choice of 3. I'll tell you the choices at the end of the 2nd chapter, so don't give me suggestions until I have the second chapter posted.)

Copyright 2004 (fanfiction) 2002 (original episode)

2:15 a.m. -- New York City

The girls and I were hot on the chase of a woman jumping across the roofs of buildings. The spies were in their jumpsuits, and I wore my red Amsoil/Chaperral Honda t-shirt with Ryan Mills' last name on the back, and underneath it was a 44.

"She's headed right for our trap!" Sam said.

"We are so good," Alex said.

"You said it," I complimented.

"And so very fast. It looks like I can still make my facial appointment," Clover said looking at her watch, while Sam, Alex and I gave her a look.

We continued on chasing, until the robber had seen the heart net that we set up. She almost lost her balance, but she was able to stay on her feet.

"Don't worry, I've got something that'll blow you away," Alex said holding the thundering tornado blast hair dryer. But she pointed it the other way, as she fired it at us and we fell over.

"ALEX!!!!" We all said.

We all were tangled in a pile of each other. My head was almost buried in Sam's stomach, and almost touching Clover's left rib.

"If you knew you had it turned the wrong way, you could've told us before you fired," I said to Alex.

"Oopsie," Alex said as the criminal got away.

Back at school, the girls and I were hanging around our lockers. Sam was busy getting her books while Clover and I waited, but Alex was too buy feeling bad on herself. "I can't believe I let her get away. She was this close to the WOOHP web body cuff," she said.

"Geez, don't take it so hard, Alex," I said to her, trying to cheer her up. I wore my red and blue Suzuki t-shirt with Brian Gray's last name on the back, and underneath it was a 41.

"Mathew's right, Alex. It's no big deal, WOOHP got her eventually," Sam said, trying to cheer her up as well.

"And I still made it to my facial appointment," Clover added.

"It's not the only mission I've screwed on. It's every mission. I've misfired our ultra-suede cannons," Alex said, depressed.

"Luckily. Suede is so last year," Sam said.

"I short-circuited our elecrical evening club magnets," Alex added.

"And saved my manicure. Thank you very much," Clover said.

"And saved me from having hair like Spike Lee, thanks a lot," I added.

"I even deleted our undeletable diamond ring data dispensers," Alex added on, falling to the ground on her thighs right between Sam's and Clover's legs.

"You know, this may seem like a coincedence, but every time you screw up, something good happens to us," I pointed out.

"Well, nobody's perfect, and Mathew's got a pretty good point," Sam said, trying to cheer Alex up once again.

"And besides, it'll all work out in the end," Clover added.

"Definitely. You'll come through, no problem," I added.

"I guess you're right," Alex said, cheering up.

At our chemistry class, Mr. Roberts, the teacher, was handing back our tests. When he handed back Alex's, she got an F. She was shocked.

The bell rang for intermission.

"Please, how easy was that?" Clover said.

"Piece of cake," Sam said.

"I know. Geez, am I flying high. Back home, I was choking with low scores, I get transferred here, and I have been on fire since. Just like Josh Hansen was when he went out east for experience after a bad 125cc West season," I said, showing the high B I had got. I got a 89.9

"If you're a real genius," Sam added, looking at Alex's test.

"Mr. Roberts says I have to do an extra credit assignment to pass the class," Alex said, depressed once again.

"Oh, cheer up, Alex, we know you'll come through in the end," Sam said, trying to cheer her best friend up once again.

"Nice try, Sammy, but WOOHP can't cover me this time," Alex said, depressed for a 3rd time.

"No, but we can," Clover said.

Alex cheered up a little.

"Mm-hmm. We'll make sure your extra credit assignment goes as smooth as butter," Sam and I said to Alex.

"Thanks, guys. You're the best," Alex said, happy once again.

"And I'll even let you borrow my lucky Canadian dime my friend gave me before I came here," I said to Alex.

Before Alex could respond, we fell down one of the WOOHP tunnels, and landed on a cushion in WOOHP.

"Girls, and guy, there's a phenomenom sweeping across the world's largest cities. It's already struck New York and Tokyo," Jerry said.

"I don't have time for a geography lesson, Jerry. I have an extra credit assignment due," Alex said, stressed.

"I'm sorry, Alex, but this is urgent," Jerry said, turning to Alex, who was about to head out of WOOHP.

Alex returned to where we were, and Jerry played the video of the scenery moving really slow.

"Okay, I know I just failed my science test, but if you could play this at regular speed, Jerry, I think I can keep up," Alex said, not really impressed.

"That's just it. I am playing it at regular speed. Activities have been mysteriously been slowed at an alarming rate," Jerry said.

"Slowed? Why would anyone do that?" Sam asked.

"Hey, Jerr, no one hit the slow mo button on the remote control of life did they?" I asked, not really meaning it.

"Get real, Mathew. There is no remote control of life," Sam said to me, while making quote marks with her fingers.

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said.

"You're going to find out. To assist you, you'll have your m-ray contact lenses, fingerprint tracer gloves, a pair of black lever, knee-high rocket power inline boots, cashmere deflector , and, if you're up to it, the Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hair Dryer," Jerry explained.

"I promise I'll do better this time," Alex said, having a little faith in herself.

"That's what I like to hear. I have complete faith in you, Alex," Jerry said.

"Me too," I added in.

Alex felt warm-hearted.

"Now, allow me to introduce Brittney, our newest WOOHP agent," Jerry explained.

"Hey, guys, what's up," Brittney greeted.

Sam, Clover and I were ecstatic, but Alex was filled with grief.

"Pleased to meet you," Sam said, excited.

"How's it going?" Clover asked.

"You know, I have a cousin back home with the same first name as you," I said to her.

We were getting too excited, only to hear the sound of a WOOHP alarm.

"Oh no, no time to get acquainted. Another city is being hit by this phenomenom. Good luck, girls," Jerry said.

Sam, Clover, and I turned back to Brittney.

"Welcome to the teeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaam," Clover was about to say before Jerry WOOHPed us above an air hole above our heads. Alex followed.

10:30 a.m. -- Mexico City

Sam, Clover, Brittney, Alex and I parachuted down from when WOOHP dropped us off. I wore my orange KTM t-shirt with Grant Langston's last name on the back, and underneath it was an 8. Sam, Clover, Brittney and I landed on the shoulders of a statue, while Alex's parachute was dangling across one of the spears of the statue. (A/n: If you've seen that part ofhte episode, then you know what I mean.)

"I-I'm okay," Alex said, still dangling from her parachute.

Britney, Clover, Sam and I had landed to the ground perfectly, but Alex landed with a thud.

"Whoever said cheerleading was a complete waste of time?" Clover said cheerfully.

"Not me, I'm captain of my school squad," Brittney agreed.

"Awesome. I knew we had a lot in common," Clover said, overjoyed.

"And the only thing that can pull me away from practice, is a good chess game," Brittney added.

"No way!! I LOVE chess!" Sam said, overjoyed as well.

"And I sometimes play a little bit of video games on weekends," Brittney added once again.

"You serious? I love video games. In fact, I'm addicted to them," I said to her, overjoyed as well.

"Enough chit-chat, guys. We have a really screwed up mission to solve," Alex said, reminding them, not caring about Brittney.

"Right. We better investigate," Brittney said, getting down to business in no time.

We immediately ran with her, but Alex had still gotten up off the ground. She started getting really annoyed and jealous.

While the girls and I walked around town, we felt a little disturbed.

"Uh-oh. This is so weird. I mean, what could you possibly gain by just slowing everything down?" Sam asked.

"Who knows," I responded.

"The most out of a good hair day," Clover responded, feeling a slow breeze from someone running.

We continued walking until a lady had appeared by Brittney's left hip.

"Um, excuse me, ma'am. Do you know what is happening?" Brittney asked, trying to get something.

She said something to us, but we couldn't make out what she said.

"Okay, that was useless," Alex said.

"Maybe not," Brittney said, taking out her compowder.

She put the woman's slow motion talk into her compowder, rewinded it, and played it at regular speed, while Sam, Clover and I gathered around.

"You're a genius, Brittney!" Sam said, excited.

"Yeah!!! For an up-and-comer, you're pretty good," I said, overwhelmed.

"Gee, thanks, Mathew. No one has ever said that to me," Brittney said.

Alex kept on getting more jealous every single time. In fact, she had that devil look on her face, while all of us glanced at her a little startled.

"Let's not get carried away. It's not like she caught the guy or anything," Alex said, still jealous.

"Alex is right. We've still got a lot of work to do," Brittney said.

"And a long way to go as well," I added.

Alex was stunned. "Well...Yeah, like figure out what a zocollo is," she said, while making the quote marks in the air with her fingers.

"That's what they call the plaza de le consteticion," Brittney answered with total confidence. (A/n: That's kind of what she said. If it isn't, then tell me what it was in your reviews. But don't flame if I did it wrong.)

"Y-Y-Yeah, like, where," Alex said, stunned even more.

"This way," Brittney said and darted somewhere.

"Isn't Brittney great?" Sam, Clover, and I said in surprisement.

"Super," Alex said, not really meaning it at all.

Meanwhile, in another part of Mexico City, some kids were playing jump rope, some were taking pictures, and some were just having the times of their lives.

We hid between a bus and a car, while Sam had her arms out to keep us safe.

While we watched, a mysterious man came out, pointed a mysterious gun at the kids that were playing jump rope, and they started moving in slow motion instantly.

"Did you see that?" Sam said to all of us.

"Mm-hmm," I responded.

The man continued firing the gun at everybody, causing them to slow down at a very slow rate, even slower than a turtle.

"We've got to do something!" Sam said.

"But what?" I asked.

"Maybe I can do a scan to decipher what kind of ray he's using," Brittney suggested.

Sam, Clover and I were filled with happiness on Brittney's suggestion.

"Great idea, Brittney!" Clover said, pumped.

"Yeah, if you want to let him get away. Personally, I prefer a more aggresive approach," Alex said, still jealous.

Alex activated her jet boots and made a lunge for him, while we were in a cloud of smoke from the engine of the boots.

"Is she always like this, Sam?" I asked.

"No, I've never seen her this jealous," Sam said, while the rest of us watched her.

While Alex hovered, she lost her composure as she turned and screamed. The man, hearing Alex, stepped out of the way, and Alex had fell into an ice cream parlor cart.

"Alex!!" we said from the sides.

Hearing our noises, the guy fired his gun at us, but luckily a bus took off and the beam hit the bus instead of us. We ran over to help Alex up.

"He got away," Brittney said, in little disgrace.

"Ohhhhh, not again!" Sam, Clover and I said in disbelief.

"Yes again," Alex said coldly.

"Don't worry, Alex. With a clue like this, he's all ours," Brittney said, trying to look on the bright side.

"There's a clue?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, come take a looksie," Sam said.

"Why? It's not like I'm even helping," Alex said gloomy.

"Of course you are. Hello, who brought my latte this morning?" Clover said, trying to cheer her up. She got to Alex's level and hugged her.

"And who got me a soda to generate the batteries in me this morning?" I added.

"I've completely lost it," Alex said, almost tearing up.

"Oh don't be dumb, Alex. We're a team," Sam said, hugging her as well.

"Besides, I gotta wonder what would've happened if your idea had worked," Brittney said, trying to join in.

Alex quickly got up off of her feet, ignoring the fact that she was really jealous. "Could you just stop being so nice?" she said to Brittney.

"I was just trying to cheer you up," Brittney said, getting a little hurt inside.

"Okay, let's stop this nonsense. We've got to get this to WOOHP and find this wacko soon," Sam said.

(That's it. My 2nd fanfic on my personal favorite episodes of season 2. Remember, don't give me suggestions yet, until I post the 3 choices for my next episode. Then, when I have it up, you can suggest what episode I will do.)