A/N: A really random 60/86 oneshot I felt inspired to write. I do too much 3/4...even this thing has the tiniest bit of 3/4 in it!
Oh well...enjoy. It's really cheesy, but still. ;P
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, except for Numbuh 206.
Numbuh 86 leaned against the wall, concealed in the shadows, and watched the other kids chat and joke around. She looked around for someone talk to, but they were all occupied. Numbuh 23 was at the snack table with Numbuh 35, drinking some punch. Numbuh 362 seemed to be pulling Numbuh 1 towards the dance floor, but he was grabbing onto a doorway and holding on. And Numbuh 3, obviously, was dancing with Numbuh 4, and they were actually pretty good. Numbuh 86 sighed and sunk farther into the shadows. She hated to admit it, but for once she was jealous of all the other girl operatives, who had some kind of other boy operative to hang out with.
Out of the corner of her eye, Numbuh 86 saw a figure sidestep next to her. Without meaning to, her heart skipped a beat. It was Numbuh 60, the Arctic Base drill sergeant.
"You don't have a date either, huh?" he asked casually.
"Why do you care, boy?" Numbuh 86 spat the word, like it was the worst insult she could think of. "Why aren't you dancing with your date?"
"Because I don't have one," Numbuh 60 said quietly. There was silence between them for a second, then Numbuh 86 whispered, "I don't have one either." She felt stupid, just standing there, talking to a boy.
Numbuh 60, on the other hand, felt like he was in heaven. He had been talking to Numbuh 86 for more than a minute, and she had only yelled at him once. It was a new record.
"Well, why don't you have one? I heard that Numbuh 206 likes you," Numbuh 86 said, still feeling like an idiot.
Numbuh 60 didn't turn his gaze from the jumble of operatives before them. "But I don't like her." Numbuh 86 felt an odd wave of relief.
The two continued awkwardly staring at the partygoers, until Numbuh 60 began laughing. "What? What's so funny?" Numbuh 86 demanded.
"Look at Numbuh 13," Numbuh 60 said between laughs. "He looks like a doofus." Sure enough, the clumsy operative was falling all over the place, tripping on his shoelaces, and somehow even ended up hitting himself in the groin. And just like that, the ice was broken. Numbuh 60 and 86 spent the rest of the night, giggling in the shadows about old memories and operatives they didn't like. When the party was finally over, Numbuh 86 realized she felt kind of disappointed.
She was watching Numbuh 60 about to climb into his aircraft to go home, when he stopped and turned around to face Numbuh 86.
"Um…Fa—I mean, Numbuh 86," he stammered. "I wanted to tell you something."
She waited for him to continue.
"I…uh…just wanted to say…Good night." Then he jumped into the plane and flew off.
In the plane, Numbuh 60 cursed himself for not saying what he really wanted to say. Oh well…maybe some other night…
-End Transmission-
A/N: Yup, what'd I tell you? Really cheesy.