I don't own Martin Mystery—but I do own my OC, April Ambiguity. Speaking of which, if OCs piss you off (I knew they piss me off—which kinda makes me a hypocrite), then I wouldn't read farther if I were you. Also, since April's, well, a girl, and not some she-beast from another planet, there'll be some one-sided MartinXOC from Martin.

Anyway, on with the story!

MMM

"MARTIN! Give it back!" Diana Lombard screamed, making a wild lunge at her biology report, which was clutched tightly in the hand of her stepbrother, Martin Mystery.

"Too slow, Di!" Martin cackled. "Besides, I need to copy it! My Bio grade depends on it! It's—"

"—worth a quarter of our grade, I know!" Diana finished angrily. "Maybe you should have started a month ago, like I did! Anyway…" Diana sighed, frustrated. "…it's not like it would help you—your tiny brain wouldn't understand it!"

"Hey!" Martin cried indignantly. Diana took advantage of his distraction and snatched her report out of his hand. "Hey!" Martin repeated.

"Ha!" Diana smirked. "Face it Martin, I'll always win when it comes to matching wits." She turned to her locker, grabbed her books, and slammed it with her shoulder. "You get too distracted."

"Do not!" Martin whined. "If I get distracted, how come I always do so well on missions, huh?"

"Shut up!" Diana hissed. "Someone might hear you!"

"I wish they would," Martin murmured. As an agent for the Center, his business dealing with paranormal entities had to be kept top-secret. The only people who knew whose memories hadn't been erased at Torrington Academy were Billy, an alien who had disguised himself as a human to hang out with Martina and Diana, Java, a caveman who disguised himself as a janitor/hall monitor/any-other-job-he-wanted, Marvin, who had transferred out to be a full-time agent, and Diana, who was not only his stepsister, but his mutual partner, along with Java. Martin was proud to say that he was one of the best agents at the Center (though he still hadn't been upgraded to an Ultra U-Watch), but he couldn't tell anyone. And when it came to activities other than fighting paranormal entities, well…let's just say he would rather capture a Yeti than take a Calculus test.

"What was that?" Diana asked.

"Um, ah, I said, you never answered my question. How come I always do so well on missions, if I get so distracted?"

"You enjoy missions Martin." Diana rolled her eyes. "You're more focused when you enjoy stuff. If we had a 'Girls 101' class, you'd probably get straight A's."

"Oh, a Girls 101 class, you say?" Martin rubbed his hands together mischievously. "I might just have to make some suggestions to the school board!"

"Oh, please, Martin!" Diana put her hands on her hips. "You see what I mean? You get just so damn distracted all the time! I bet you couldn't last a day without getting distracted. And that includes dumb theories about mole creatures from Mars."

"Um, they're vole creates from Venus, Diana," Martin said, as if actually believing that she really cared. "And I'll take that bet!"

"Not good idea, Diana," grunted a voice behind them.

Martin turned around. "Java!" he cried delightedly. "Great timing, buddy! You can be witness! And, what was that you were saying?"

"Martin always win bets," Java pointed out. "Diana always lose."

"Hmph!" Diana crossed her arms. "Well, I'll so win this time. There's no way Martin will go without getting distracted all day."

Suddenly, Martin's watch started beeping.

"Center." Java grinned, stating the obvious.

"It's coming from that locker; the one next to mine," Diana said, glancing at the U-Watch and pointing at said locker.

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Martin cheered. "Let's go!"

After stepping through the locker and doing all that scanning stuff, Martin noticed that Billy hadn't shown up. "Hey, where's Billy? I know he goes to Torrington now and stuff, but he normally knows when there's gonna be an alert before us."

Diana shrugged and Java grunted unconcernedly.

When they stepped into MOM's office, Martin just had to go running his mouth. "Hey, where's the fire, MOM? Is it—" Martin paused. He had been about to ask if it was Norwegian river demons, but stopped himself, remembering his bet with Diana.

"Actually," MOM started, raising an eyebrow at Martin's behavior. "There have been people disappearing around Loch Ness, in Scotland."

"Nessie!" Martin gasped excitedly, referring to the monstrous focus of many an urban legend in Scotland.

"Don't think so," MOM corrected. "We have searched Loch Ness multiple times, but there has been no sign of any paranormal activity—until now."

"And to help you…" a voice squeaked from the doorway. Martin, Diana, and Java all shrieked and turned. Billy—of course. "…we have the top agent from the English division."

"Help?!" Martin repeated. "Martin Mystery needs no help!"

"Referring to yourself in third person now, are we?" Diana commented exasperatedly, rolling her eyes.

"Are you sure, Marty?" Billy grinned slyly.

"Yeah, Marty—are you sure?" came a voice from the doorway. A figure stepped into the room.

"Oh, wow…" Martin gasped. "You know, we all can use a bit of help every now and then."