A note before you read, I tried my best to keep the fight scene from being overly technical. Hope I did good. Also this chapter still needs editing, so it will probably change. Also they are around 11-12 years old right now. Anyways, hope you like.

Prologue

Numbuh 4 kicked the surface of his wrestling ring, muttering curses under his breath. Twas mid afternoon, the sun shone bright through the windows. But none of this mattered to Wallabee Beetles, his mental state much grayer than the physical world.

He punched his training dummy hard in the face, sending it falling back before it sprang back up to 'retaliate'. He stepped in a semi circle motion, ending up on the left side of his target, punishing it with a powerful side kick. He continued the attack with a few punches to the face and stomach, and finished it with a swift elbow to the jaw-line.

"Cruddy adults, cruddy kids, cruddy friends- always blamin Numbuh 4 ey'? I'll show em!" His fury grew with each word, his combinations becoming faster and more brutal by the second.

Finally the training dummy couldn't take any more. With one final powerful reverse punch, the entire thing broke in half. Wally stopped to breathe, his frustration melting away slowly. Still, he wasn't about to act all happy and normal again.

' Why em I always bein' laughed at? Why em I always the one bein blamed?

His thoughts raced, and all that built up anger had to be released somehow, he decided to head out and look for a couple bullies to fight with. It would be a nice distraction and Number 4 was, after all, the stupid tough 'bully' of the group, right?

Number 4 put his hoodie back on, ready to leave. He grumbled and mumbled, walking through the tree house, pausing at the exit. He ignored the laughter he heard coming from the living room and reached for the doorknob. But he stopped short as a memory from just one year ago resurfaced.

"Now now cuz, you know that one day that temper of yours will get you into big trouble. You must learn to control yourself, and to only let that anger out when it is necessary."

"But-"

"No. If not for yourself, do it for your friends, do it for your family, me... that girl you like. Just don't go down the same path I did."

His hand dropped to his side. He knew his cuz was right. But right now, he did not want to be social. Wally needed time alone, so he decided to head down to the official training room. Perhaps that would help him blow off some steam.

Halfway to his destination, he stopped at the sound of his code name. It came from the living room.

"-believe Number 4 would go and jeopardize our plan like that, I mean what is up with him? Is he too dumb to follow simple orders?" Number two laughed about their close call during the invasion of an adults only party at Fathers mansion. It had been a mission of top priority, one they nearly failed.

Wallabee's jaw tightened, his fists clenched, ready to pound his 'friend' into next Tuesday. But, he didn't, instead he ignored their banter and headed down the elevator. Not patient enough to listen to the rest of the conversation.

"Stupid teammates, It's always' ma fault ain't it?! WELL ILL SHOW EM!" Wally Beetles initiated the hardest level simulation, too angry to care about the difficulty. For him, it would be a breeze.

Around five hours later, he sat on a nearby bench, mauled training bots filling the rest of the room. His arms on his knees, his gaze at the floor. He didn't even look up when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Wally didn't care enough to acknowledge the intrusion.

"Hey Numbuh 4, what are you doin down here all by yourself? You okay?" A compassionate voice asked.

"Wadda ya want Numbuh 5?" The Australian snapped before he could check himself.

Abigail appeared unfazed by his harsh greeting, and continued speaking to her close friend.

"Look, I know you're upset, so I thought I would let you recover on your own like you always do. But it seems to me that this is deeper than those other times, and I wanted to let you know I'm always willing to listen if you wanna talk." she sat down next to him and placed a comforting hand on his back.

Wally resisted the urge to shrug her hand off. He resisted the urge to yell at her and say something unnecessary. He resisted the urge to start a fight. And instead answered like he was engaged in a conversation with a friend.

"Ya ya, thanks and all, but it ain't that important. I'm just bein...stupid." Number 4 took a glance at his friend and comrade, before returning to acting like the floor was the most interesting thing in the world.

Number 5 on the other hand, knew something was off. Usually he was quite outspoken and confident. Right now his actions and words gave off the feeling he had given up.

Wally acted like a tough guy and all, had a quick temper, but most of the time he didn't actually want to hurt anyone. Well... not his friends anyway. He wouldn't hesitate to hit someone he didn't know, if they were threatening him or his friends. Or just being annoying.

For example, he got super upset when he thought Joey had been hurt. It was only a small 'cut', and yet he went and hugged him close, as if that would protect him from any further harm. Yeah he naturally acted like a tough, hostile, guy. But Number 5 knew he was one of the most trustworthy, protective, and loyal people she ever met. He just possessed the natural 'ability' to not think before he acted, causing unwanted results.

"Abby knows somethin is wrong now. Come on, Numbuh 5 promises to keep it between us."

She smiled, in an attempt to make him relax. Perhaps he would open up more if he did.

"Whot'? You know somethin is wrong now because I called myself stupid, is that it? That's what I am isn't it?! That's all I ever am' ta you people! Oi' bet you guys think ah'm too dumb to figure out how to boil water'." He growled, a scowl plastered on his face.

Abigail looked at him wide eyed, she should have seen this coming. The teasing and insults had gotten more common and aggressive, and surprisingly Numbuh four had let most of them slide without much retaliation. That might be why they were getting out of hand. In the old days, if you so much as called him by his real name he would smack ya to the ground. She smiled as the memory of their first fight came flying through her mind...

Abigail Lincoln stared in quiet anger at her new comrade, Number 4. He thought he could just cut in front of her at the ice cream machine, when she had been craving ice cream the entire mission? No way, no one gets in the way of Numbuh 5's sweet tooth!

"Hey squirt, I don't know what you think you're doin, but you better move outta the way. I got here first." She clasped her hand on his shoulder, applying just enough strength to come off as intimidating.

Abby felt the boy's muscles tense up."No body calls me... squirt!" He took the most unexpected course of action, he successfully trapped her hand to his shoulder and performed a perfect hip throw, sending her crashing into the ice cream machine.

Abigail quickly recovered and glared at him, fire in her eyes.

"Oh boy, you did not just do that!" She lunged at him, punching straight at his face.

He blocked her attack and stepped toward her, dropping his weight into her chest just as he landed a palm heel. This shot number five backwards, but she was not about to let some rookie show her up.

On her way back, the short Aussie tried to chase her, which created a great opportunity. As he charged forward she grabbed the back of his head and rolled with his momentum, and ended up on top. Abigail Lincoln started raining down a barrage of strikes to his face. He covered up and did his best to defend himself.

Little did she know, he also knew how to fight from the ground, and eventually escaped from her mount. He did a back roll, to put some distance between them, stood up and took his stance. They watched each other for a minute, daring the other to make a move. Of course Number 4 was the first to do so.

He charged forward, first a right reverse, then a left cross, followed up by a right upper cut. Each one was met by one of Abby's blocks.

He then shot out one last jab, before attacking with a spinning back fist. This one landed on the side of her face, staggering Numbuh 5 into the kitchen counter, but Numbuh 4 made a fatal mistake, and left his arm out just a second too long. She snatched his wrist and pulled his hand to her hip, placed her fore arm on top of his elbow, and dropped her entire weight down on top of it, forcing him to the ground.

He was incredibly strong, and heavy, for his short stature. But eventually she heard it, the sound of his hand tapping. Of course, he tapped only after an eternity of insults and yelling about how cruddy she was.

They both stood up, breathing heavily from their recent encounter. Numerous cuts and bruises riddled their faces. They looked at each other, neither uttering a word, when the strangest thing occurred.

Both started laughing, they had just fought over a cone of ice cream for god's sake, and they barely even knew each other!

"Here, you go ahead first, you won after all." Wallabee Beetles stepped out of her way, having developed a new respect for his comrade.

She laughed. "You are one lucky sucker. But I gotta admit, you're pretty good." Abigail filled her cone with a chocolate vanilla twist. NO sprinkles.

He smirked. "Heh, you got lucky is all." Wally filled his own cone with vanilla ice cream, once she finished. Abby took note he didn't add sprinkles either.

"Ya know, I think we could get along."

"Now come on Number four. You know you ain't stupid, and you know I and the rest of the team aren't that shallow. You're just..uhhh...reckless."

He crossed his arms and huffed. "Don't lie to me. I know what you guys think o'f me. I' heard you four talking about it up stairs! 'Is he too dumb to follow simple orders?'" Numbuh 4 mocked Hoagie.

"IF you would have stayed to listen a second longer, you woulda heard Abby telling him off for ya! Like I said you aren't stupid, just reckless. You don't think before you act most of the time, which has helped us in the past. Every team should have someone who acts without caring about their own safety. This time it didn't work out that way, but hey! We succeeded, we made it out unhurt. And you made up for your mistake during the rest of the mission anyway." Number five loudly lectured, waving her hands this way and that.

Wally looked at her in surprise, feeling a little guilty. He trusted her more than most anyone else, and yet he still accused her of being in on the recent bashing.

"Thanks... But don't be surprised if Numbuh 2 grows a shiny black eye by tomorrow." Number 4's usual cocky smirk back on his face. As well as his usual cocksure personality.

Number 5 laughed. "Ya Ya, and you don't be surprised if Abby still teases you about your homework either. Now come on, lets head back up stairs. I think it's about time you showed your face to the others."

He just laughed in response. "Sure sure, you're just jealous of my genius."

The two friends headed back up stairs, unaware they were watched the entire time.